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marvelflame2010 · 1 year
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Steve and Y/n driving to the safe house after a mission
Y/n: Did you know that this jacket was the first thing I brought after escaping HYDRA?
Steve: Oh yeah, kid? 
Y/n: Mhmm
Steve: What is that, an Army Surplus with sleeves? 
Y/n: Ok, it has a lot of pockets! But I added my own modifications to it to fit my style.
Steve: ... I like your jacket
Y/n: I knew it, I knew you did, it’s so cool right?
Steve: It’s cool
Y/n: And you can fit so much stuff in it. You wouldn’t even know! 
Y/n: *now happy and proud about her jacket*
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toomanyfandoms4me · 1 year
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Steve: Hey everyone, happy Thanksgiving
Y/n: Shhhh
Steve confused: Um, are we keeping Thanksgiving a secret this year?
Y/n: No dad, we’re playing this new game I learned at school. Basically you have to name all of the states in 6 minutes
Steve: What, that’s insanely easy
Y/n: Yeah, it’s a lot harder than it sounds. You always forget at least one or in some cases *looks at Pietro* 14
Pietro: It’s a stupid game and I wasn’t playing against anyone so technically I didn’t lose
Steve: Pietro, you forgot 14 states?
Pietro: Nobody cares about the Dakotas!
Steve: I just taught you the states yesterday
*The timer rings*
Y/n: Okay time’s up
Tony: I got 48
Y/n: Oh that’s not bad. Peter?
Peter: Yeah, I got tired of naming states so I decided to name the types of celery. And I have 1 type of celery
Tony: *confused and worried dad*
Y/n: Ok, Uncle Tony has 48 and Peter has the lead...in veggies. Wanda?
Wanda slams her notepad on the table: Say hello to the new champ of Y/n’s dumb states game.
Steve: Wow, how many you got?
Wanda smiling: 56
Steve: *fed up that now he has to teach Wanda and Pietro the states AGAIN*
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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 11 months
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HASHTAG HEROES | AVENGERS SOCIAL MEDIA AU
Pietro Maximoff x fem!reader
Warnings: swearing, mentions of stabbing and bullying (all jokingly)
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i’ve been reading so many avatar smau’s so i decided to make an avengers one. should i continue?
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imtryingbuck · 6 months
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I'm sorry
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~ gif not mine credit to owner ~
I’m sorry.
Summary: Readers the daughter of Tony Stark.
Word count: 1091
Warning: Angst, I’m sorry. Tony’s not a good dad – again im sorry. Death.
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Being the product of a one night stand was something I was always embarrassed about. It was one night, one night he spent with a woman he barely knew or remembered the name of and nine months later I was born. When I was 6 my mum married a man who after a year gave her the ultimatum, me or him. She chose him so I had to go and live with a man I met a couple of times. I loved it at first but slowly became numb to living with him. Being the daughter of Tony Starks greatest mistake was bittersweet.
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“For God sake Y/N stop asking! You know I won’t be able to. I’m busy”
“I-Im sor-“
“Get out!”
“Tony don’t shout please I’ve got a headache”
“Sorry Pep”
I ran back to my room with tears rolling down my cheeks. All I wanted was him to come to my school to watch the play I was in.
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“Dad can-“ 
“Not now pumpkin I’m busy with Pepper”
“Bu-“
“No Y/N this is important. Go and bother Nat or Wanda”
Dejected I went back to my room to blow out the candles neatly placed on my own birthday cake I had made.
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“H-hi dad I was wondering if you could come to my class to tal-?”
“I can’t pumpkin I’m going to be busy”
“O-oh okay”
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“Dad can you come to my lacrosse game next week? I’ll be starting”
“Of course pumpkin, wouldn’t miss it”
“R-r-really?”
“Umhuh”
The night of the game I was ecstatic, at the start of the game he hadn’t arrived but put it down to him finding somewhere to park. I’d won the final goal, I wasn’t even bothered by my teams’ reactions, I just wanted to see my dad’s. Turns out he was busy having dinner with the team.
I gave up trying to get my dads attention after that.
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Pacing the hallway of his office I gathered all the courage I could muster to raise my hand and knock on the door. 
“Come in”
“Hi dad I was just wondering if me and you could go to this new restaurant in town, and well you see I need to talk to you about something important” I rushed out before he could interrupt which is something he loves to do with me.
“Slow down pumpkin, when?” He chuckles.
“Tonight, if possible?”
“Of course darling”
“O-oh okay meet you outside common room at 6?”
“I’ll be there”
For the rest of the day I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I cleaned my room, showed and got dressed. I made my way to the common room where I came to a halt.
“Going out with the family to have a lovely dinner at the new restaurant in town” Tony’s face was bright as he looked at Pepper, Peter and Morgan. 
I was standing there watching them go into the elevator, frozen. I could feel eyes on me and that’s when I looked to see the Avengers looking at me with pity in their eyes. Before anyone could say anything, I turned on my heels and walked back to my room. I’m ashamed to admit I cried.
Months had gone by with little to no interaction with my father, the times we did talk it was awkward and uncomfortable for the both of us.
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“-I’m really sorry Miss Stark-“ the doctors lips continued to move but it felt like I was under water and his words were muffled, I simply nodded along. Scrambling out of the chair I made a beeline towards the entrance of the hospital desperately needing fresh air. I tried ringing my dad but to no surprise he didn’t answer.
Numbly walking back to the tower, the realisation of how alone I truly was hit hard. And with the truth swarming around my head, I just couldn’t hold the tears at bay anymore. Maybe an hour had past when I finally wiped my tears and continued the walk back home.
There were screams of joy and excitement when I arrived, ‘happy birthday’ banners and balloons surrounded every corner of the place. Since I hasn’t even been invited to Morgan’s birthday party I headed straight to my room as soon as I hit the bed I was out like a light.
The following week past in a blur but for everyone around me they didn’t see anything different about me. Surprisingly it was Tony that realised something wasn’t quite right.
“What’s going on with you Y/N? You’ve been walking around this place like a zombie” 
“Why do you care?”
“What do you mean? I’m your dad”
I couldn’t help the roll my eyes did. “Sure”
“Don’t talk to me like tha-“
“I’m dying dad, got a few weeks left in me so just please continue to leave me alone.” The whole room had fallen silence at my confession. I couldn’t stand looking at my dad opening and closing his mouth like a goddam fish, so I turned around and walked straight out.
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“Tony, Tony we found her! Hurry up” Steve was panting whilst trying to get Tony off the floor. 
The jet hovered just inches off the moss-covered ground when Tony opened the door and leapt out. He ran straight to the cabin that once belonged to his father. Knocking the door down he searched the small home for his daughter, when he came to the closed bedroom door his heart hammering in his chest, his hands trembled with every breath. The team stood behind slightly to the right of him all wearing the same expression. Nervous with a slight look of hope.
The creak of the hinges revealed his oldest daughter laying in the bed. Tony was never a religious man but in that moment, he was begging to God that his baby girl was just asleep as he took tiny steps towards the bed. 
The team waited with bated breath for Tony and you to emerge from the room. That was until they heard the heartbreaking cries and pleading from a broken man. They bowed their heads and wept.
It had been hours since Tony had found you, he held you close to his chest crying and begging you to wake up. “I’m so sorry I f-failed you my pump-pkin, please come back! I’m sorry. Please. I love you. I’m sorry I let you down time and time again my pumpkin”
Tony’s life was never the same after the loss of his greatest accomplishment.
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firegal19 · 1 year
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Peter: Guess what happened while Y/n and I were on patrol
Steve: What?
Peter: Y/n got cornered by 5 men twice her size
Bucky: Is she okay!?
Steve: Did she win?
Y/n walking in the room: Of course I won, I have 3 times the super soldier serum.
Steve: *fist bumps Y/n* Bucky: Steve, stop encouraging her!
Sam: Damn. Like father, like daughter
Bucky: Shut up Sam
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lilylovelyxo · 1 year
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*Arguing heard in Avengers Tower*
Bruce: (gasps) “Uh-oh.”
Steve: “Ouch…”
Pepper: “Oh, god.”
Dad Tony: “Don’t you talk to me that way, Miss Smart Mouth! You just bought yourself a ticket to your room.”
Y/N: “Oh, fine. Best money I ever spent! You can’t ruin anything in there.”
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scarlettflame19 · 1 year
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Bucky: Guess what Y/n? Y/n: What is it?
Steve: Bucky and I are adopting a kid
Y/n: Congrats. Who’s the lucky kid?
Bucky slamming adoption papers in front of Y/n: It’s you sign here
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romanestuffsposts · 9 months
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Imagine Bucky's Little stealing away his metal arm at night and snuggles it (he usually takes it off to sleep) because she thinks daddy's arm is gonna protect her from monsters 🥺
Hi there love! 💜
This is so so sweet oh my god, I love it! Thank you for such a lovely request babe ❤️
I hope you like how I turned it
Enjoy <33
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Warnings : nightmare at the beginning, angst Daddy!Bucky, reassuring Papa!steve, sneaky little!reader, cuddles, fluff, pet names, cuddles
Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader
Summary : nothing will harm you when you’re in their house
A/N : I didn't went through details for the nightmare at first because even though i wanted you to feel the comfort of Daddies, I didn't wanted to make anyone anxious 💜
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You can feel him coming to you. You knew there was something weird with your closet tonight, you had a bad feeling but daddies told you to throw it away and stop being a bratty little girl and go to bed.
Now, even under your cover, you can hear the footsteps, the breathing above your shoulder, you can feel his eyes searching for you. But you can't scream, you can't move, you can't call Daddies because then, you'll be found. And you can't risk that
So you're being a good girl a stay quiet, you don't move, you hold your breath and try to stay calm. You feel like your heartbeats is heard from all the city but if it still didn't found you then, it's in your head, right ?
The footsteps come closer and closer, your breathing is faster and louder as the noises are louder. And when the cover is thrown away from you, you sit on your bed, hyperventilating. Your sweat is all over you and you rapidly look around the room. Your eyes fall on the closet and your heartbeat starts to go faster.
No
What if there's still something in it ? What if it comes out when you lie back down ? What if...
You need something. You need something to protect you tonight but you're too scared to go wake up your Daddies. They had a hard and exhausting week, you knew that they had waited for their sleep and since tomorrow- or today now, is the first morning were they can sleep, you couldn't do that to them.
You hesitate for a moment, you're scared that the thing in your closet will come out if it hears your bare feet walking on the cold floor. But maybe if you walk really slowly it won't hear you ?
You will show to your Daddies that you were able to fall back asleep even tho you had a scary nightmare without their help. You can already hear their praises from here and that's where you found your courage.
You slowly raise your legs out of the mattress and slowly lower them down on the ground. As soon as your toes touch the ground, you feel your floor creak. You slowly rest your soles on the ground and stand up.
With a trembling form and quiet tears, you make your way toward the door. Once your hand is reaching it, you cling into it and open it. You quickly make your way down the hallway, the cold breeze feels good against your tired body.
You open their bedroom door and quietly sneak in it. You wonder your eyes around their room and smile when your eyes stop on what you're looking for. You slowly take steps after steps and try to be as quiet as possible. You know your Daddies are exhausting but that doesn't mean their super hearing isn't working right now.
You take your Daddy's arm who is resting beside his side of the bed and lifts it from the floor. It's heavy but you're a strong little baby- you're your Daddies's baby, so of course you're able to sneak it back in your bedroom.
Your Daddy doesn't remove his arms often, when you're sleeping with them he lets it on because he knows how much you love having four arms around you. He knows how much you love the cold feeling of his arms around your skin or his rough and cold fingers stroking your flesh.
But sometimes it hurt, sometimes his arm is hurting him so he removes it at night. And he used to apologise to you when he has to remove it when you're sleeping with them but each time you show him how much you love him and love his cuddles with two or one arm.
You feel a lot less scared when you enter in your bedroom. Your Daddy's arm is really strong and has a lots of power so of course his arm will protect you as much as your Daddies would.
You lie back down on your bed and throw the cover above your head, squeezing tight his arm against your tired and scared little body
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Bucky lets out a soft groan as he turns on his back, and stretch his arm above his head. When he opens his eyes, he blinks a few times to get used to the sun light before turning his head toward Steve.
This one already has his eyes open and toward Bucky "Morning" he sings and Bucky smiles greeting him back "you sleep well ?" Bucky asks sighing as he stretches his body again
"Yeah, felt good to finally be able to sleep" Steve answers rubbing his eyes. Bucky agrees "yeah, you're right. I'm so proud of our little baby. She was able to be on her own this morning and let us sleep" he smiles
Steve chuckles and nods his head "let's see if she didn't burned the house" he jokes and Bucky chuckles. They both took their time getting ready, each one of them took ten minutes in the bathroom before making their way out.
Bucky walks toward the bed and frowns when he doesn't see his arm. He looks around, under the bed, beside the nightstand but doesn't see it "Steve ?" he calls "Steve ? Did you see my arm ?"
Steve comes behind him and shakes his head "no, it isn't in the bathroom either ?" he asks and Bucky shakes his head "I just came out, I would've seen it" he constates
"You didn't remove it downstairs ?" Steve asks and Bucky shakes his head "No, I don't see why I would've done that" he frowns
"Do you want me to check the camera ?" Steve asks and Bucky nods "yeah, we'll check the camera. I want to be able to hug my baby when I see her" he says sighing
"You can still hug her Bucky" Steve rests a reassuring hand on his shoulder "you know she doesn't care of you hugging her with one arm or two" he says
"I know but I know she likes it better when I wrap two arms aroud her, she feels more protect this way and I like it better too" he sighs standing up and walking out of the room.
Steve sighs and quickly follow after him. When they walked by your room, Bucky stops walking "maybe she's in there" Steve says and goes to walks inside "go and check, I'll check the camera" he says but Steve stops him by catching his arm "slow down Bucky. It's okay, calm down. Just come in"
He opens the door and is surprised to find it still in the dark. You have your little light on but your room is still on night mode. They quietly steps inside and Steve walks toward the bed, he pulls down the cover and smiles warmly when he sees you, sleeping and cuddling your Daddy's arm
"Buck" he whispers without looking away from you. Bucky makes his way toward your bed and his expression soften when he sees you "oh my perfect babygirl" he sighs and kisses your little forehead. With his fingers, he gently strokes your forehead, temple and hair in an attempt to wake you up.
You sigh a little and open an eye after some seconds. You look up and see both of your Daddy smiling down at you "hi there love" your Daddy smiles "how did you sleep ?" he asks sitting on the edge of your bed
"not so well" you whisper and hug tighter your Daddy's arm "oh yeah ? is that why you took Daddy's arm ?" your Papa asks, kneeling beside the bed. You nod your head "bad deams" you say and your Daddy tilts his head "why didn't you woke us up, baby ? We could've helped you"
"wanted to be a big girl for Daddies" you say peering up at them and their smiles grow bigger "you're such a good and big girl for Daddies" Your Daddy smiles, kissing your little nose "such a perfect little one for us"
You blush and giggle, you squirm a little under the cover "can I have my arm back ?" your Daddy asks "I'll protect you more with it on me" he winks "and I really want to carry my strong baby downstairs"
You smile and nod your head. You let go of the arm and watch your Daddy taking it back, he puts it back on his body and do the thing you love so much, his arm switches by itself making you laugh
He grins before stands up, he throws away the cover and grins down at you "ready, sweet thing ?" he asks teasingly. You kick your feet giggling and nod
He wraps his hands around your waist and lifts you up. He rests you on his hip and turns you toward your Papa "what do you want for breakfast, princess ?" he asks brushing his nose against yours
You giggle as he does that "cookies!" you squeal excited. Your Daddy laughs and looks at Steve giving him the look that says how do you get out of that now ? Steve rolls his eyes at his husband and turns back toward you "let's go do some cookies then" he winks and you gasp
You really didn't thought they would agreed.
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"chet unde m' bed, pwease" you ask, sucking your paci. You're squeezing Bucksie in your hands as your Daddies check your room. Your Papa falls on his knees and looks under your bed. When he sees there's nothing, he stands back up "we checked all your room, sweetie. There's nothing who can harm you in there" he reassures you
You nod and look at them with fear in your eyes, they can't help but feel a pain in their chest when they see you like this. Your Daddies make their way toward your bed and sits on each sides of you "we promise you there's nothing in your room, sweetness" your Papa reassures again.
You nod but your Daddy can tell that you're still scared so he proposes "do you want to sleep with us, babygirl ? Just the three of us in our room, you between us. Will you feel better if we slept that way tonight ?" he asks, stroking your hair
You whimper and nod your head, looking up at him "alright then," he stands up and lifts you up "let's go get you to bed, beautiful" he whispers and waits for Steve to make your way to their room. You hold your Papa's hand as they wonder down the hallway
Your Daddy lies you down in the middle of their big and comfy bed. You squeeze Bucksie against your chest and sucks your paci. You snuggle closer to your Papa once he's laying beside you and you feel your Daddy's arms wrapping around your waist from behind
"sweet dream, little one" he kisses the back of your neck. You sigh in contentement and hold his metal hand in yours, tightly
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book-place · 1 year
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Twick or Tweet
Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)
Pairings: Avengers x child reader
*not my gif*
Summary: You do some early trick or treating around the tower
A/N: Halloween Event 🎃
Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work
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The sound of giggles was slightly muffled through the door, and Steve had to try and suppress his grin so that he could act surprised.
A small knock echoed off the walls of his room and he waited a second before opening it and looking around in confusion.
His gaze landed down at you and he furrowed his brows, “Y/n? What are you doing here?”
You giggled, orange and black witch costume swaying slightly as you shook before looking up past the brim of your pointed hat and to the blue eyed man, “Twick or tweet!” You exclaimed excitedly.
“Oh, well I can’t deny candy to the cutest looking witch I’ve ever seen.” He teased, reaching over to the table where he definitely hadn’t placed two pieces of chocolate candy for this very purpose, “Here you go.”
The candy was dropped into your little pumpkin-shaped bin and you squealed, “Tank you, Unca Steve!” Another toothy grin was flashed at the man before you waddled away and over to the next door down the hall.
Nat stood up at the sound of your tiny fist hitting the door and she smiled softly, “Hey there, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” She asked, squatting down to your level and playfully flicking the top of your hat.
You giggled, face scrunching up as you looked at the woman, “Twick or tweet!” You repeated, eagerly holding your bin out in front of you.
“Hmm,” The redhead pretended to think as she slowly stood up, “Let me see what I have here.”
She reached behind the door and pulled out a large bag of chips that she had snagged from Tony’s snack cabinet earlier.
“Yay! Yay!” You cheered, jumping up and down in excitement.
When she bent down to your level again, you were quick to place a sloppy kiss on her cheek, “Tanks aun’ Naddy!”
“Anytime, little one.”
The next door over, Thor was bouncing on the balls of his feet, practically jumping out of his skin in both anticipation and excitement.
Your fist had barely even tapped the door by the time it flew open and you were met with the sight of a very enthusiastic looking God.
“Lady Witch!” He exclaimed loudly, probably shaking the tower a little bit, “I have brought you some candy for your Halloween!”
He rushed back into the room and returned only a second later with a big bowl filled to the brim with candy, dumping the entire contents into your bin.
He wasn’t the only one who was thrilled anymore.
Loud laughs of joy escaped you as you looked down at your loot, “Tank you, tank you!” You chanted, rushing off to yet another doorway.
Clint opened the door about a minute after you knocked, and in that time you rocked back and forth on your heels, huffing impatiently.
When it finally did swing open, he was leaning against the frame, looking down at you cooly, “Sup, kid?” He appeared to be the only one who hadn’t gotten the memo.
“Twick or tweet!” You demanded cutely, holding up your almost full bin in front of your face.
He raised his eyebrows, “Halloween?” Then he took a quick glance around his room, “Alright kid, you just stay there.”
When he returned, he was holding a packet of Oreos, which he tossed in your tub, “Here, kid, knock yourself out.”
You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment before giving a firm nod and turning on your heel to walk away.
He blinked after you for a moment before shrugging and closing his door once more.
The next person to see you was Bruce, who nervously eyed your candy load, “Are you sure you should be having that much junk food, n/n? You could get really sick if you eat all of that.”
“Twick or tweet.” You ignored him.
And he ignored you in return, “I really don’t think I should be giving you anymore-“
“Candy!” You yelled, silencing him.
His eyes widened and he quickly rushed away, only to come back a second later and throw a bag of popcorn into your pile.
You smiled sweetly, “Tank you, unca Buce.”
The door to Tony’s room opened before you even reached it, and he quickly pulled you into it before stealthily closing it.
“You got the candy?” He asked once he was finished.
You giggled, dumping all of it onto his table in the center of the room.
A large grin broke out onto his face and he picked you up and spun you around, “Well done, my little witchy pumpkin!”
Another laugh escaped you, “Tank you, daddy!”
“We’re gonna have so much fun eating all this candy.” He promised placing you down and making his way over to the couch, already unwrapping a chocolate bar, “Just make sure not to tell your mother.”
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literaryavenger · 4 months
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I just saw a skating show and one of the guys looked like bucky and now I NEED a yn × figure skating partner bucky one shot. With them working on a throw and he's all mad she can't land it then gets hurt and all the angst and comforting. Omg please I'll cry I love you! ❤️
Ok, I have to admit this was my first ask and I got so excited that this got a little away from me. I'd like to say I'm sorry for not putting much technical stuff about figure skating in it but I know really nothing, I did my best researching stuff but it's still not much. I hope you're happy how it turned out, if not let me know! I really just took it and ran with it, I really hope you like it. 🥹❤️
also, sorry it took me a little but my keyboard broke and I had to wait for the new one because writing on the phone I would've made too many mistakes.
On Thin Ice - Bucky Barnes x y/n Stark
Summary: you're paired with Bucky Barnes for an important competition but your negative feelings towards each other make everything much more difficult. Figure Skating AU.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Stark reader
Warnings: Bucky being an ass. Reader gets hurt. Angst. Language cause why not. Minimal use of Y/N.
Word Count: 6.6K
A/N: I didn't proof read it honestly, I was just excited to publish it. I'm going to double check it sometime tomorrow and edit it later! ❤️
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Being a Stark wasn’t always easy. Now don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you’re superheroes or anything, but being the daughter of Tony Stark meant that you always had to be not only on your best behavior but you had to be the best in general, no matter what you were doing. It’s always been a lot of pressure growing up, but it was something you were used to at this point, all your life there just wasn’t room for failure. When you were little you hated it, sometimes even hated your dad for it, but you had to give it to him that it made you detail oriented and more driven and focused than most, so with time you came to be grateful for it. His continuous badgering you into taking various lessons as a kid is also what led you to discover your passion: figure skating.
Skating was something that just somehow came naturally to you, and the more time you spent at the ice rink the more you fell in love with it. You loved just spending hours going and going, to the point where the world blurred around you and you almost felt like you were flying. After seeing how happy it made you, your father eased up a bit on you, but he still expected perfection from you, which you always worked hard to provide. All you’ve always wanted was to make him proud of you, which he was and never failed to mention, but you were still terrified of disappointing him. All the pressure your last name came with was nothing compared to the pressure you put on yourself, you were always your hardest critic.
That is, at least, until you met Bucky Barnes.
You didn’t know why, maybe he just hated you and liked to humiliate you, but it seemed like he always had something to say about your performances.
It all started the very first day you met, you were 18 at the ice rink your father decided to buy for you on your birthday the week before. You were shocked to say the least when he told you, but he had always been better at showing his love rather than saying it, and don’t ever let it be said that Tony Stark didn’t love his daughter to death. It was the same place where you skated for the first time when you were merely 5 years old, which was then changed for one closer to your home, but this one held so much more sentiment for you that the extra travel time was worth it, and it was also much bigger, the place where a lot of the important competitions happened. 
The Saturday after your birthday you finally had some free time having just finished exams week and finally being done with high school once and for all, so you planned to meet up with Natasha at the newly named ‘Stark’s snowland’. Natasha was also a figure skater and you two have known each other since you were 8 years old, participating in almost a lot your competitions together, which usually ended with the two of you in first and second place, then Natasha started doing more and more couples competitions with various partners, but you were still always there to cheer for each other.
When she texted she was running late, you decided to just wait for her on the ice so you went inside, put on your skates and just got lost in your head, glad that the early hour meant nobody was around yet. Then, after having done a few easy moves and having just finished an Axel, you heard some clapping coming from the entrance of the rink. You stopped abruptly and looked for the source of the noise when you spotted a brunette cheering on you like he was at the Olympics standing beside a blonde that looked kind of embarrassed by his friends' antics.
-didn’t realize I had an audience- you said, while moving towards them.
-well you should with the way you move out there- the brunette said, shamelessly checking you out, shortly before receiving a smack behind his head, courtesy of blondie.
-sorry about him. My name’s Steve- he said while you tried hard not to laugh at the look his friend was giving him -and this jerk here is Bucky- he pointed at his friend, who seemed to remember you were there because he turned to you with a charming smile while you introduced yourself.
-is this your first time skating here?- Bucky asked -I’m sure I would remember a pretty face like yours- he then added, making you blush.
-I usually only come here for competitions, but- before you could finish talking you heard the door behind them open and Natasha screaming -Stark!- making the boys turn around to look at her.
-Romanoff- you greeted her, laughing. Bucky turned back to you, face suddenly all serious, which confused you a lot since he was all flirty smiles until two seconds before, mumbled something about having to go and almost ran away as fast as he could.
You looked at Steve who seemed as confused as you felt, gave you an apologetic smile and went after his friend.  You didn’t have much more time to ponder on the sudden turn of events because Natasha was in her skates on record time and raring to go. All you know is, for the rest of the day you felt Bucky’s eyes on you but every time you turned to him he had a stoic look on his face, and every word out of his mouth towards you was criticism on whatever you were doing. And here we are now, 6 years later and nothing has changed.
Now 24 and having graduated college, you can be found at Stark’s almost everyday while you figure out the next phase of your life. It’s honestly not bad, your dad wanted you to intern for him at Stark’s Industries during college so, after you graduated, you could start working for him full time, but that’s not what you wanted. If you’re honest with yourself you do want to take over your father’s empire one day, just not yet. You wanted to keep doing skating competitions so all the free time that you had during college was spent skating, so, as a compromise, your dad had you teach a few kid classes during the week when one of the teachers unexpectedly quit one day, and you happily agreed. You did this for all the duration of college, after graduating you kept doing it and, to your father’s delight, took on even more classes to keep you a bit more occupied.
It was at the end of one of these classes that you were suddenly approached by Barnes today, which was very rare. Usually both of you did your best to avoid each other, even when you started being there everyday, you wouldn’t give each other even a second glance. You’ve liked him when you first met him, but after months of him being nothing but an ass to you, you decided to stop trying and largely ignore him unless you were in a larger group that consisted of you, him, Steve, Natasha, Sam (another friend of theirs, that you quickly became friends with) and Scott, a friend you made your first week of college.
Needless to say, you were baffled to see Bucky walk up to you and not immediately insult your behavior during the lesson that just ended, like he usually does when he gifts you with his presence, but instead he said -Hey Stark, can we talk?-
-Uhm… sure. What’s up, Barnes?- you said while starting to put down the cones you would need for your next class.
-you know the couples competition that we’re having here in a few months?- he asked, following behind you. You thought he looked nervous, which you found weird as Bucky Barnes is as confident as they come.
-yeah, what about it?- you stop what you’re doing, too curious to not give him all your attention.
-well, I wanted to sign up, but it seems like I’m missing a partner- he says while rubbing his neck, almost embarrassed by what he’s asking.
-don’t you usually team up with Nat?- you ask him.
-I do, but she’s gonna be out of town that day, and all the other girls are either paired up or not interested…- he explains, still not going to the point.
-where are you going with this, Barnes?- you asked, crossing your arms in irritation at the time he was wasting while you still had things to do before your class.
-are you really going to make me ask?- he almost whined and, when you merely arched your eyebrow, a clearly amused face at his almost desperation, he finally got the point of his interruption. -fine. Will you be my partner?-
Although you suspected where he was going, it was still a little shocking to hear him ask. Before you answered him though, you felt the need to tell him -you know I’ve never done pairs before, right? Not even outside of competitions.-
-I know, but I also know you’re a fast learner.- at your confused look, he elaborates -You’ve been training here for what, six years now? I’ve seen you learn pretty advanced moves in a crazy short amount of time for last minute competitions or even just for fun. And, whether I like it or not, you’re one of the best figure skaters I’ve ever met.- he finishes.
That last sentence has you scoffing at him and starting to get annoyed at him -you don’t need to lie to me just to get me to agree just because you’re desperate for a partner.-
-why would you think I’m lying?- he says while having the audacity to look confused at my anger.
-you do nothing but criticize me all the time! The real question is, why would I ever think otherwise?-
-Just because I criticize you, doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re good!- he said it like was the most obvious thing in the world. -please Y/N, I really need a partner, and, right now, you’re my only choice. Please.- he added at the end, just for good measure.
To be fair, Bucky had never been this polite or patient with you, and has never even called you by your first name, so it was clear that this was important to him, which is probably what led you to say yes. He seemed happy for all of two seconds before going back to being the usual jerk, which made you instantly start to regret your decision, but you figured old habits die hard, you just had to be a little patient and he would get easier to work with the more he got used to this. 
Boy, were you wrong. 
For the next three months you met with Bucky three times a week, working out your routine and training sometimes even for hours. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before, but what really annoyed you to no end was finding out that Bucky’s favorite brand of training seemed to be complaining. All he did was criticize every move you made, right or wrong, even the couples ones you were still learning. You also found out the fact that being so close to him for such long periods of time made you clumsier than ever, which did not at all help the situation. All it took was for you to be near him enough to be surrounded by his cologne and suddenly you were falling more than usual, missing your cues and straight up forgetting the next steps of the routine, which only gave Bucky more fuel to add to the fire. It also didn’t help that whenever Bucky asked you why you were so distracted you lost all your Stark brand of sarcasm and could barely get out a sound, not knowing how to tell him even if you wanted to, which you definitely didn’t, that he was the problem.
You somehow made it through it and, with a week to go before the competition, you had it down to a T. Or almost.
-damn it- you say, frustrated with yourself, after you almost fall again on the landing of the throw jump. The problem with throw jumps is that Bucky has to pick you up and quite literally throw you in the air and, while he does that quite easily, being so close to him right before he throws you disorients you just enough to miss twists and fumble the landing. A thing that you’d never tell Bucky, which at the moment is giving the most annoyed look you’ve ever seen on his stupidly pretty face.
-seriously, Stark?!- hey almost yells while skating closer to you -why the hell is this taking you so long to get right? You’ve done harder things than this both by yourself and with me, so what the hell is wrong with you?- like always, you don’t quite know how to respond to him, not even wanting to acknowledge the cause of your concentration problem.
-let’s just try again- you say, quieter than you normally would, and get in position. Your back is turned to him but you can hear him sigh before you feel him move and position himself next to you. You nod to Scott who’s controlling the music, and he starts again. Everything is going great, until, again you fumble the landing, but this time you fall on your knees. You can hear Scott shouting your name, so you hold a thumbs up to let him know you’re okay. You can see Bucky getting closer to you with your peripheral vision, but don’t look up or even try to make a move to get up.
You can feel the tears starting to form in your eyes, not because it hurts, but because you’re so frustrated with yourself for not being able to do this. You’re trying your hardest not to cry out of anger when you see Bucky’s hand in front of your face, a silent offer of help. The last thing you want to do right now is look at his stupid face, so you slap his hand away and get up on your own, ignoring Bucky almost altogether and putting yourself in position to start again from the top. Bucky comes behind you, but this time you can feel him looking at you while he says. -we don’t have to go again, we can stop here for today.- much quieter than he’s ever been, which only fuels your anger more.
-the competition’s next week Barnes, unless you want us to make fools of ourselves, we need to do this until I get it right.- you snapped, letting him see your anger for the first time since you started training.
He was a little shocked but didn’t say anything else while he got in position, signaling to Scott to start the music. All you can think about at this point is the disappointment on your dad’s face if you don’t win the competition, or worse fall like you just did. You’re not even focused on Bucky anymore, in fact you’re so distracted that you don’t even make it to the throw jump before you fall, except this time you can feel that something’s wrong as soon as you hit the ice. You can feel pain shoot from your ankle through your whole body and get immediately dizzy, you could barely make out the lights on the ceiling, your eyes going in and out of focus. You could hear yelling and, once you concentrated, you could make out some of Bucky saying words like ‘stupid’ and ‘incompetent’, which made you wish you had just passed out so you wouldn’t have to hear him insult you.
Your mind seemed to clear a little and you realized your tears finally started falling at some point, but you didn’t have much time to ponder on that before you were being helped to your feet, Scott telling you he was taking you to the hospital and everything was going to be okay. You realized Bucky was no longer next to you before you even realized you didn’t have skates on anymore and were barefoot, but you just assumed he was too mad at you to care about your ankle.
You’re in a hospital bed with a stomp on your left foot when your dad walks in, worry all over his face.
-hey junior, are you okay?- you roll your eyes at his nickname, surely you don’t expect Tony Stark to be any less sarcastic seeing you well enough, but you’ve begged him to drop the stupid nickname which he refuses to because ‘but you’re just like me, that’s a compliment!’ -I’m okay dad, just have to wear this for a few days.- you say, pointing to your foot on a pillow.
-good. Wanna tell me what happened?- he asked, taking a seat beside your bed.
-Just landed wrong while practicing the routine with Barnes. Too distracted, kept fucking up landings.- you told him, not daring to look in his eyes.
-pushing yourself too hard?- he surprised you with this question, but you promptly answered -if I was, I would’ve been able to land all my moves correctly. If anything I’m not pushing myself hard enough.- You couldn’t look at his face just to see the disappointment at your failure, but when you felt his hand on yours you forced yourself to look into his eyes, and, to your surprise, there was no hint of disappointment.
-you know, sweetheart, I do mean it when I say you’re just like me. And there is nothing more heartbreaking to me than looking at you and seeing the same self-destructive tendencies I have reflected on you.- he wiped a tear you hadn’t realized was falling from your cheek and kept going. -I hate that I passed that on to you. I should’ve been more careful with you. I thought that letting you know I was proud was enough, unlike my dad, but maybe I should’ve been more specific.-
-what do you mean?- you asked, sniffling a bit.
-I’m not proud of you because you always come first in competitions, or because you get the highest grades. I’m proud of you because I know you always try your best and put all of yourself into everything you do. That’s what being a Stark is all about. Plus you’re my daughter so let’s be honest, I’d love you to death even if you were a high school dropout who deals fake drugs to college kids.-
You laughed while drying your tears, grateful for your father’s inability to stay serious for too long. You hugged him and said -thanks dad. I needed that more than I thought- you let go of him and told him about the real reason you couldn’t concentrate: the long-haired asshole with eyes so blue you felt like you were flying in the sky while looking at them, and like you were drowning the second he opened his mouth to say shit about you. Of course you didn’t put it on those exact terms, but your dad was pretty great at reading between the lines. By the end he had a smirk that made you want to legally change your name and run away because you just know he’s never going to let you live this down.
-well sounds like he’s really something- that’s all he says, weirdly. You eye him suspiciously but he doesn’t add to his sentence.
In fact, he doesn’t say anything more about it until he’s helped you get comfortable on your bed back home. -you know…- he starts -little boys pull little girls’ pigtails on the playground to get their attention, because they don’t know what else to do.- he says.
-yeah, boys are stupid, so what?- he laughs and surprisingly says -exactly. Maybe you’re not the only one that feels something here. Maybe there’s a stupid boy that can’t take his eyes off of you, but doesn’t know how to get your attention other than criticize you.- he says, clearly happy with where we ended.
-Is this your long way of saying that you think Bucky likes me the same way I like him?- you raise your eyebrow at him.
-This is my long way of saying don’t be a stubborn Stark and try actually talking to him about this. You’d be surprised how fast stupid boys grow up just to keep the girl they want. Just ask your mother.- and with that he left, leaving you wondering how much more immature Tony Stark could’ve been to have to grow up just to sweep Pepper Potts off her feet.
You spend the next few days as a little ball of anxiety on your bed, not being able to do much but overthink about Bucky, only getting a break when Scott came to keep you company. The day before the competition you had enough and convinced Scott to drive you to the ice rink, knowing Bucky was probably there. When you got there you could hear music but you didn’t think much of it until you got to right in front of the door and realized it was the song you and Bucky chose. Frowning, you opened the door and what you saw made your jaw drop.
There they were, Bucky and Natasha, doing your routine. You don’t know when you got closer to the rink, but you could not take your eyes off of them, or that is until you heard someone beside you say -they’re good, aren’t they?- you turned your head to see Sam and Steve, the latter looking at you in a knowing way that almost seemed apologetic of Sam’s words, the effect of which Sam didn’t seem to notice. You always felt like Steve could see right through you when it came to Bucky, always looking at you like he knew exactly how you felt and how much his words hurt you.
Seemingly reading all the questions swimming in your mind right now, Steve offers you some answers. -Natasha came back early from her vacation. He brought her up to speed and she agreed to help him out. They’ve been practicing non-stop everyday since the day after you got hurt- feeling like you had enough information, you turned back to the ice. 
Watching them work in sync, almost like they were connected by wires and one couldn’t move without taking the other with them. You watched as Bucky picked up Nat effortlessly and threw her like she was made of air. You watched as she moved so gracefully that it was almost surreal. You saw her land every jump perfectly. Again. And again. And again. Every jump, every twist, every second you watched them something inside you broke. You don’t know why, Natasha has been Bucky’s partner countless times before and it never mattered to you, and you’ve only skated with him for less than four months. Maybe it was the fact that they were using the routing you and Bucky had come up with together, maybe you felt replaced. Maybe it was the fact that you were coming here to talk to Bucky about your feelings and now you were seeing him flying around the ice rink as close with another girl as he was with you, maybe even more.
They finish the routine and you can hear Bucky’s laughter, you can see his smile as he tells Natasha how perfect she was, how impressed he was at how fast she picked everything up, how glad he was that she showed up when she did. Then it hits you. Of course he’s glad she showed up. He never wanted to do this with you, you weren’t even a second choice, it took literally every other girl he knows to be unavailable for him to even think to ask you. Why wouldn’t he be happy to have her back? He certainly never acted like this with you. He never laughed, barely even smiled. He didn’t choose you, he got stuck with you.
Suddenly it’s like everything he’s ever done, everything he’s ever said to you comes crashing down on you all at once. It’s like you can actually hear your heart breaking and there’s only one thought on your mind: He likes Natasha. It makes sense, the first day you met he seemed into you, right up until he saw her and the second he turned around he was done with you. Maybe he started to be an ass just to make that clear, not wanting to actually say anything. After all, he always was very nice to Nat, to everyone but you really. And it’s not like you could blame him, Natasha’s always been better than you. Growing up she was always your only competition, it’s a fortune you ended up friends really, considering how easy it could’ve been for you to hate each other. She’s the reason you spent so much time trying to be better, and you’d like to say it was the same for her, but you doubt it very much. She’s always been prettier, thinner, stronger, smarter, better with boys and at making friends. She was the obvious choice. Of course she was Bucky’s choice.
You didn’t realize you were so deep in your thoughts, or that you were still staring at them, until you felt a hand on your shoulder and heard Sam’s worried voice asking if you were okay. You looked at Steve and Sam and all you wanted to do was get out of there, it was already a miracle you weren’t crying. Without saying a word you turned around and walked away as fast as you could with the damn stump on your foot. You weren’t fast enough, because halfway to the door you heard Bucky’s voice, much too close to you to your liking, calling your name.
For a second you thought you heard something seeming happiness in his voice, but quickly dismissed the idea and tried to keep going, but then you felt his hand on your wrist turning you around to face him. His face seems to instantly fall as he looks at you and all you can think about is how sick you are of being the only one that takes his smile away. -what’s wrong?- he asks in a weirdly soft tone, but you can’t find the voice to answer him. You two just stare at each other until you hear someone clear their throat behind Bucky, and you look over his shoulder just as Natasha starts talking.
-Hi, Stark. Heard what happened to you.- she nodded towards your foot -sorry I haven’t been to visit you, we’ve been pretty busy-
You don’t look at her while you answer, turning your eyes back to Bucky, who’s still holding your wrist, while you say -I can see that. Don’t worry, Romanoff, I’m just glad Barnes finally has a partner that’s not incompetent- all he does is stare confusedly at you, which makes you angry enough to yank your hand away from him, turn around and walk away, ignoring the calls of your name behind you.
You miss the sadness on Bucky’s face, or the way he questions Sam and Steve about everything you said and did since the second you entered. Bucky, on the other hand, did not miss the tears starting to fall from your eyes as you turned away.
You decided not to go to the competition the following day. It would be the first time you voluntarily miss one of Nat’s competitions, but you don’t feel like having a replay of yesterday’s show when it’s already been on replay in your mind all night. Your absence doesn’t go unnoticed by your friends. Nat and Steve being the only ones that understand, even though they’re not very happy about it. Another thing that doesn’t go unnoticed by the group is how much more agitated than normal Bucky seems to be. Even during competitions, he’s usually very calm, but today the only thing that makes him stop pacing around the room is Natasha’s sharp ‘would you sit down’ that makes him sigh and sit next to her on the bleachers where they’re waiting for their turn.
He can’t seem to keep his body still as he starts to bounce his leg up and down out of nerves, and can’t seem to stop even when the redhead gets up abruptly with an exasperated ‘for the love of god’ and goes to sit further from him and near Sam, exchanging seats with Steve that puts a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, effectively bringing out of his head and making his body still with another sigh.
-you know, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to- Steve tells his anxious friend.
-you know I have to Steve, otherwise Fury wont let me do other couples competitions.-
-I know, but the whole reason you started doing them was for the chance to pair up with Y/N, which never even happened until now- Steve said, frowning.
-I’m not the one that assigns the pairs, Rogers, it’s always Fury. He’s the whole reason Romanoff and I worked so hard this week just so she could do this. Plus Y/N’s never been interested in these competitions so this whole idea was just stupid to begin with. Now after I finally convince her, she gets hurt and thinks I think she’s incompetent, for some reason.- Bucky hasn't been able to stop thinking about what you said yesterday. Why would you ever think he thinks you're incompetent? He knows he's been a dick to you for years, but never has he ever said you were incompetent. It's really just constructive criticism given in a poor way. A very poor way. Yeah, he really just has himself to blame for the way you feel about him now, he knows it. He doesn't even really have a justification for it, either. If he's being honest with himself, he's intimidated by you. The first time he saw you he thought you were the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, you were so graceful on skates and looked like you were exactly where you belong, lost in your own little world. Then when Natasha said your name, he realized who he was talking to: the daughter of one of the richest families in town. He'd heard a lot about you and your family, your impressive achievements on and off the ice. He's ashamed to say he felt small all of a sudden, knowing just from hearing about you that he'd never be good enough for you. Still, he couldn't help but be drawn to you, couldn't help but watch you as much as he could get away with, but the only way he could justify that without being seen as a creep was to criticize what you did. It made sense, right? Bucky was pulled from his thoughts, again, by Steve’s voice.
-well, you were basically yelling that at her when she got hurt last week- at his words Bucky was as confused as he was yesterday when you stormed out.
-I didn’t…- then it hit him. -I wasn’t talking about her! I was talking about Scott because he wouldn’t hurry up!-
-Oh. Listen, buddy, we both know you like her. You fucked up, big time, and it’s gonna take a lot to get her to forgive you. You could start by stop being an ass to her and apologize.- Bucky knew the blonde was right. It would take a miracle just to get you to look in his direction, let alone allow him to apologize, but he had to at least try to make things right.
He stood up, startling Steve, and said -you were there for all our rehearsals, right? You know the routine?-
Steve was confused, but answered with a slow -yeah, why?- but Bucky gave no further explanation, too busy picking up all his stuff, and when Steve put together what his friend was hinting at, he said -I didn’t mean right now!-
-No time like the present! Go change- he said, nudging Steve toward the changing rooms. -Buck if you go now Fury’s gonna kill you!-
-I don’t care!- he yelled basically running out the door, ignoring Natasha yelling his name, the only thing on his mind being running to you as fast as he could. 
Every thought in his head, though, was instantly forgotten as he came to a sudden stop at the top of the stairs outside of the rink. There, at the bottom, was you, looking just as shocked at seeing him there as he felt. After a few moments of just looking at each other, you couldn’t take it anymore and decided to break the silence.
-I didn’t know if I should come in. Didn’t know if Nat wanted my support after I was so rude, you know.- when he doesn’t say anything and just stares at you, you feel the need to keep going. -what are you doing out here? Did I miss your turn? How did it go?- that seems to snap him out of it, he starts to move towards you, still not saying anything and making you even more nervous as you start regretting coming here. When he comes face to face with you, finally, he speaks.
-I was gonna come looking for you- your brows furrowed in confusion -why?-
-I have owed you an apology for a long time now. I’m sorry for being a dick to you for all these years… it really wasn’t about you. I just felt insecure and acted out about it, and eventually I felt so used to it I couldn’t help it.- you were shocked to say the least, this was the last thing you were expecting tonight. -you felt insecure? Why?-
-Because you’re you!- he almost yelled, gesturing to your whole body and scaring you a bit. -I mean you’re a Stark, you’re kind of a legend who lives up to the legend. You’re smart and talented and confident and beautiful. I never thought I’d be good enough for you, I still don’t.- you didn’t know what to say, but you weren’t running for the hills so Bcuky kept talking. -I’d also like to make it clear that I’ve never called you incompetent. I was talking about Lang, that idiot took ages to get his keys to drive you to the hospital. I didn’t even realize you might’ve heard me until Steve pointed it out to me just now while we were waiting our turn and I just had to find you and tell you.-
Once everything he said actually registered in your brain, the words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. -wait, you left the competition to come find me? Natasha’s gonna kill you!- he chuckled a little while saying, -I’d be more worried about Fury.-
-Fury? Why would you be worried about Fury?-
-He’s gonna be pissed that I left. He’s the whole reason Romanoff and I trained so hard to make it here, I wanted to skip it after you got hurt, but he said if I did he wouldn’t let me do any more pairs.- You were more confused than ever.
-I thought this competition was important to you, that’s the whole reason I said yes. And you wanted to quit it?-
-it was important because it was my chance to finally spend time with you- he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world -I’d rather not do our routine at all if I can’t do it with you- he adds, shrugging. 
-really?- you couldn’t help but smile at hearing him say ‘our routine’ -you and Nat work much better than you and I do-
-perphabs, but I still think you’re the best there is. Even when it’s with me, a person you hate- he says the last part while looking at his feet, almost afraid of saying it aloud and perfectly aware that he’s the reason why.
-I don’t hate you.- you say, almost too fast. His eyes snap back up to yours. -You don’t? I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I’d hate me if I were you.-
-sure, I don’t always love the things you say about my skills, but you’ll never criticize me more than I criticize myself. Mostly, you’re just a distraction.- you say shrugging, not fully realizing what you just confessed.
-I distract you?- he says with a smug smirk that kind of makes you want to punch him, bringing his hand to your cheek. You groan but let him keep it there, loving the feeling of his warm skin against yours. -don’t get cocky with me, Barnes- he laughs, but doesn’t say anything else waiting for you to elaborate with an expectant look.
-fine- you sigh -yes, you distract me. You might be a jerk, but I can’t concentrate when I’m around you. All I can think about is the sound of your voice, and the way you smell and the color of your stupid pretty eyes. I can’t help but like you, no matter how much of an asshole you are to me, for reasons I’m sure have something to do with my father.-
He laughs again at your last sentence and you swear you’d never heard a better sound. -so I guess I should be thankful for you daddy issues, huh.- he says making you laugh with him. -yeah, you very much should be.- you put your arms around his neck when his hand drops from your face and his arms wrap around your waist. 
-you distract me too, you know. Everytime you’re in the room you’re all I can see. I’ll never apologize enough for all the things I said to you, but let me try. Let me take you on a date, for starters.- you pretend to think about it all of two seconds before you’re nodding, so he adds -what about right now?-
-slow down there, Romeo, why don’t we go cheer on our friends first- you giggled at his pout while you took his hand and led the way inside. When you took a seat next to Sam, just in time to hear the announcement of Natasha and Steve’s names, there was no wiping the smile off of Bucky’s face, his arm going immediately around your shoulders to bring you closer as you greeted Sam that had a knowing grin of his own. They watched their friends go through the routine perfectly, to your joy and surprise, you really were proud of them, and you made sure to tell them when they were close enough to the edge of the ice while waiting for their score.
-maybe after we can all go out to eat something- Steve suggested, still slightly out of breath.
-I’m sorry punk, I have a date that I’m not missing for anything in the world- Bucky answered without taking his eyes away from you, his smile seared onto his face. Steve chuckled at how whipped his friend already was, moving closer to the judges with Nat when it was time for their scores. Second place, not bad for a last minute thing. As you cheered for your friends while they were given their medals, Bucky leaned down and whispered in your ear -we would’ve come first-
You burst laughing and Bucky knew at that moment that he would’ve done anything to hear that sweet sound for the rest of his life. You look up at him and raise your voice just enough for him to hear over all the screaming, with a smile big enough to match his -we totally would’ve-
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mymelodymia · 7 months
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Oh!! Oh!!! How about the Avengers meeting Tony’s kid for the first time? Maybe she isn’t that old yet (youngling, pre-teen maybe?) and they’re all like how can this be Tony’s kid (in a good way)? But then she starts getting sassy and cocky like her Dad, and they’re like, nevermind
I fantasize about this kinda stuff happening constantly LMAO
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Summary: your a young stark, but already act exactly like your father.
Warnings: Y/N being sarcastic, Y/N being a little mean, slight mention of tony being a dumbass 🙄
A/N: I honestly loved this request so much, and to all the other people who requested, it might take me a minute to get to some of them, but I'll try to be fast with it <3
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You were around 11 when new york went down, and 12 when the Malibu house said bye-bye, and now you live at the tower, your father tony, knew you weren't so good with new people. So him being the dumbass he is, introduced you to everyone at the same time, oof.
He made sure that everyone knew at the same time and that if they step out of line, they'd have it coming for them. You were used to tonys overprotective-ness but he really just wanted you to be protected and feel safe,
"So this is my daughter Y/N" and then he went on and on for like 2 minutes straight taking bout "you even look at her the wrong way you wil-"
"Dad, i think they get it." You looked quite shy and quiet, (you weren't) It was around 7 when you all ate dinner together, you had met nat before (the whole natalie rushman thing) but you didn't know her personally, yet.
You went to your room after dinner, and turned on whatever movie you saw first, tangled, you and your dad LOVED disney movies, it had become a tradition to have a Disney movie marathon at least once a week, it had been about 30 minutes of you being in your room there was a knock at your door,
"Come in" you said flatly not taking your eyes of the screen, tony poked his head through the door and spoke up
"Y/N/N" he said walking deeper into the dark room
"Hmm" you hummed waiting for him to continue,
"Sorry i put you on the spot like that earlier, i know you aren't good with new people" he said with slight guilt in his eyes, coming toward you, sitting down on the bed,
"It's fine, i always knew you didn't love me..."
"What?? I never said that i..."
"I know :')" you said laying back, your father putting his arm around you before you could. You snuggled into him, your head resting softly on his shoulder, continuing to watch your movie, with your dad this time <3
Eventually you fell into a deep slumber, your chest rising and falling continuously, tony putting a blanket over you two, when the movie ended he looked down at you, sleeping peacefully against his shoulder.
He tried to slip his arm out from under you, this made you stir from your slumber, he tried this continuously for about 10 minutes, you holding onto him tighter each time he did. Eventually he gave up and got comfortable, he was clearly sleeping there.
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The next morning you woke up at around 9:27 exactly. Hopping out of bed, you walked into your bathroom, did your business, grabbed your book and walked downstairs to be greeted by the sweet sweet smell of omelets, you walked into the kitchen and saw Steve cooking, everyone else was sitting in the living room or at the dining table.
"Hi steve" you said walking by, smiling and waving to him.
"Morning Y/N" he replied just as tony walked in, heading straight to the coffee ☕️ but when his eyes fell on you, he wrapped you in a hug,
"Hey baby, how'd you sleep?"
"Fine even though there was a peasant in my bed" you said sarcastically, smiling up at your father, your chin resting on his arc reactor, in that moment everyone turned their heads to you, having not expected that, since you had seemed so shy and quiet the night before.
A few minutes later, you made another comment, after Steve had finished eating breakfast, you looked up at him and sighed,
"Steve stop thinking you're ugly" you said with (fake) sympathy,
"What?-"
"I mean, you are ugly, but dont think about it.."
tony was cackling in the back as you walked away.
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you were ranting about sm stupid, doing the classic tony walk, (you know the one where he has his chest puffed out and his lower back arched and one of his hands floating in the air using a whole bunch of hand gestures)
Everyone just staring at you, realizing how wrong they were when they thought you were shy and quiet. Your father was smirking at this. When you realized they were staring, you paused
"Why are you looking at me like that" not even realizing how out of breath you were from your ranting
"You really are a mini tony" Natasha spoke up, eyebrows raised. Tony laughed at this and made a comment, showing where you get it.
"Told you, keep going Y/N/N"
*title is mini stark*
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marvelflame2010 · 1 year
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Steve: Hey everyone, happy Thanksgiving
Y/n: Shhhh
Steve confused: Um, are we keeping Thanksgiving a secret this year?
Y/n: No dad, we’re playing this new game I learned at school. Basically you have to name all of the states in 6 minutes
Steve: What, that’s insanely easy
Y/n: Yeah, it’s a lot harder than it sounds. You always forget at least one or in some cases *looks at Pietro* 14
Pietro: It’s a stupid game and I wasn’t playing against anyone so technically I didn’t lose
Steve: Pietro, you forgot 14 states?
Pietro: Nobody cares about the Dakotas!
Steve: I just taught you the states yesterday
*The timer rings*
Y/n: Okay time’s up
Tony: I got 48
Y/n: Oh that’s not bad. Peter?
Peter: Yeah, I got tired of naming states so I decided to name the types of celery. And I have 1 type of celery
Tony: *confused and worried dad*
Y/n: Ok, Uncle Tony has 48 and Peter has the lead...in veggies. Wanda?
Wanda slams her notepad on the table: Say hello to the new champ of Y/n’s dumb states game.
Steve: Wow, how many you got?
Wanda smiling: 56
Steve: *fed up that now he has to teach Wanda and Pietro the states AGAIN*
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rachaelswrites · 1 year
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Wanda: Y/n and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us
Steve (sighing): What did Y/n do next?
Wanda: She chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...
Stucky!reader: Who wants a steering wheel?
(Quote from an incorrect quote generator)
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eviesaurusrex · 1 year
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“ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ?” | ᴛ. ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ | ꜱ. ʀᴏɢᴇʀꜱ
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Tony Stark x Enhanced Daughter!Reader; Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader
summary: The Sokovia Accords are on the table—and her father fully on Team Accords.
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warnings: protective!Steve, angst, swearing, hurt, tears, a bit of fluff in the end
author’s note: I don’t know where this came from. Maybe from a post on my feed, talking about the Accords. And maybe because I rewatched Civil War not too lang ago.
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“The past four years, you’ve operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That’s an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate—but I think we have a solution.”
Ever since Ross had spoken those words and Tony had been awfully quiet in his chair far off the team, something very cold had settled in her body. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that something would go terribly wrong as soon as those pages had hit the glass table in the conference room—the name alone made her nauseous. One look at Wanda and YN had known that the woman felt similar, pushing the booklet over the table, away from her; passing this monstrosity around so that everyone could take a glimpse into a future non of them ever wished for.
Well, except for her father, apparently.
YN knew Tony Stark like the back of her hand, so she immediately knew something was off with him. The suspicion was corroborated as he had lifted his gaze from his hands and the ground, glancing over at her, and he wasn’t able to mask the guilt in his eyes entirely. Not for her, at least. She could read him like no other person in her life, not even Steve, after four years of teamwork and two years into a loving relationship.
Now, she stood in the lounge, Ross long gone, the Accords resting in the hands of her boyfriend, blonde brows deeply furrowed. She had her arms crossed in front of her chest and had taken a relatively wide stance right in Steve’s back, gazing over his shoulder and skipping through the paragraphs. YN didn’t need to read every single word to know and understand the overall notion and meaning behind the wording.
She had studied law at Harvard—she still knew her tea, even though her studies seemed as if they were part of another life.
“This is bullshit,” the Stark mumbled under her breath, shaking her head so slightly one could miss the movement entirely. Steve’s super soldier hearing picked up on it anyway, and he hummed in agreement, not turning around and continuing to flip through the many pages of regulations. “This isn’t what we stand for. That’s the opposite,” he added with a low voice so she was the only one who could hear the words. YN sighed and unfolded her arms, taking hold of one of his broad shoulders and gripping onto it as if her life depended on it.
Steve felt the discomfort—the fear—through her touch, so one hand traveled upwards to cover hers with his. He gently squeezed her fingers and could hear how she took a deep breath to slow down her rising heartbeat. But it wouldn’t work as usual, and Steve let the Accords drop to the coffee table to rise from his seat and pull her into his strong, protective hold. He wrapped her in his warmth, pulled the smaller woman into his chest, and leaned his cheek on the crown of her head; closing his eyes at the feeling of her arms locking around his waist.
“I’ll never let them take you,” the blonde whispered into her hair and pressed a kiss to her forehead. YN nodded, knowing that he meant every single word, felt protected by him though she could handle herself pretty darn good on her own. At least one thing bestowed upon her by Hydra itself she could use for the good of this world—and to protect herself and the people she loved. “I know,” she whispered back, accepting his soft lips on her own for a quick—but loving nonetheless—kiss before she turned to her father, who sat there without uttering a single word, staring up to the ceiling, a hand covering the rest of his face.
“Will you say anything about this?” YN asked him after letting go of Steve and taking a step in his direction. Tony moved his eyes to her, a dark brow cocked. “I think I made myself clear, don’t you think?” She shook her head and took another step towards him. “Maybe, but I don’t believe you understand this situation in its entirety,” she shot back and ignored the worried glances changed by the rest of the team. Tony rose from his slouching position and rested his forearms on his knees, staring over at her. “Caution, YN,” he warned, and if the usage of her full name weren’t a hint to his decision, his tone would’ve been the key. But she couldn’t let go, not when her freedom was dangling on one loose thread. “I told you what I think about this, about the Accords. We can’t keep going like we used to, can’t run havoc on the planet like we used to, destroying everything in our way.”
YN scoffed, and anger bubbled up in her body. “It’s not like we do it out of spite, Tony.” She could see how he flinched at the offbeat name she called him. YN couldn’t care less at that moment. “We are saving lives when running havoc, as you put it so charmingly. We are not Hydra or any other of these bad boy groups who destroy this planet for fun, who destroy lives out of pure fun and hurt people out of pure fun. We are not them, and we will never be them even though you seemingly think we could be—I could be.” She swallowed thickly, feeling the memories of her capturing trying to push back to the surface, trying to haunt her again during daytime though she had managed to chain them to her nightmares. “Did you ever read this fully? Did you ever think about the wording, just for a second?” Tony started to say something, but YN couldn’t control her anger anymore, the rage too all-consuming in her mind. “If you agree to this, you agree that they can take me and lock me away when I—in their eyes—overstep. No one is controlling them, and no one is telling them what an overstep looks like, not even their precious book over there.” She pointed to the Accords still resting on the coffee table. “Don’t you understand? They can decide that I overstepped, and I’m gone. They can think I’m too dangerous or that they simply fear me, and they can conjure some ridiculous boundary violation up, and I’m at their mercy. Did you ever think about this while making up your mind? Did you ever think about your daughter, Tony?!”
YN knew that she used the exact same words Pepper once screamed into his face at the early stages of their father-daughter-dynamic, right after CPS had dropped her at his front door, and Tony, by far, wasn’t ready to be a father. He had continued to party around the world, leaving his daughter to his assistant, and only returned when she was so sick Pepper had to admit her to the hospital. She had screamed those words in a brightly lit hospital hallway in which Tony finally had a mental breakdown—or breakthrough as he liked to see it—and realized what a shitty father he had been—just like his own.
So, she knew what those words would do to him, but she had to have him understand this situation they were facing now—the situation he would put her in if he continued to think that the Accords were a good thing. But instead, she could see him shut down just as he always did as soon as the emotions inside him became too much or too heavy to bear. He clearly didn’t want to think about the possibility of her being locked away, but he didn’t want to stand against it either.
“Maybe that’s the point, YN. Maybe you are too dangerous for this world,” her father suddenly said the words YN would’ve never thought possible. Her breath caught up in her throat, trying to suffocate her, and the tears, already ready to overflow, escaped her eyes. “Tony!” Natasha whispered, shocked to her very core, and even Rhodey gasped for air.
She desperately tried to suppress the rising sob wanting to escape her mouth while taking a step back, hitting a familiar broad chest, and felt big hands grabbing her shoulders in a steadying but soothing grip. But she couldn’t stay here—not in this room, not in this building, not in his vague proximity.
“Go to hell,” YN spat out and pulled away from Steve’s hold, turning around to leave this goddamn place, not witnessing the horrid realization growing on her father’s paling face.
With tear-clouded eyes, YN ripped open the double door of the closet in her room and started to pull every single piece of clothing article from its designated spot on several hangers—ruining her much-needed tidiness in the process of it. Her mind screamed at her to stop being headless and do this task thoughtfully, but she just couldn’t stop herself or her hands from throwing everything on her bed, right next to the duffel bag waiting to be filled again.
At first, she didn’t notice the figure leaning in the door frame. It only dawned on her that she was being watched when her favorite pair of combat boots flew through the air and hit the ground with a deep thudding sound, hitting the dresser, and she had turned around to see how her favorite vase almost fell victim to her headlessness. Steve had caught the delicate item mid-air and put it back in its place before moving his sky-blue eyes back at her, blonde brows furrowed again.
“What are you doing, darlin’?” His voice was as soft as always but was now laced with worry at the picture of her state of mind. YN shrugged while grabbing the last shirts from her closet and brought them to her bed before moving to the dresser right next to her boyfriend. “Leaving,” was the only response she could press out of her lungs and throat, both still constricted by the amount of still unshed tears. She pulled open the drawers one after the other to find all the essentials she needed while finding the courage to utter the next words on her mind. “You don’t have to come with me. I know how much my father means to you, and I’m sure you’ll work through this, but… but I can’t stay here and just watch.” She piled pairs of socks in her arms, followed by her underwear, before dumping everything on the growing pile of clothes, ready to push everything she needed into her bag and leave this place.
“Darlin’,” Steve gently called her, but YN shook her head, not daring to look at him. “You don’t have to feel guilty or bad, Steve. I’m a big girl; I can survive the outside world.” Money was not a problem, after all. She heard his deep, rumbling sigh while she started to put her combat boots into the duffel bag, directly followed by underwear and t-shirts—she even had sneaked one of Steve’s shirts into the pile.
“Would you please look at me, pretty girl?” At the sound of one of his many pet names for her, YN sighed as well and slowly glanced over at him. But her eyes widened at the sight of a fully prepped duffel bag leaning against the door frame and his favorite jacket thrown over his broad shoulders. “What…?” The Stark couldn’t end the question hanging in the air between them. “Did you really think I’d stay here and accept something endangering you?” He now smiled her beloved smile and walked over to her. Steve’s big hands—which always treated her like the most precious possession—cupped her cheeks; his thumb tenderly caressing her cheekbone while his blue eyes observed her face intently. “I would have never let you go alone, darlin’. I promised you something four years ago, and I should be damned if I don’t keep it to the moment of my last breath after I already failed you one time.”
YN let her hands rest on his chest and softly shook her head. “It’s not your fault,” she whispered with worried eyes because she knew that Steve would always feel guilty and responsible for her kidnapping by Hydra, even though they both knew that it wasn’t his fault. But Steve only sighed and stepped closer and only stopped as he felt her body gently pressed against his. “I’m following you until the end of the world, and I will always have your back.” She tried to blink the tears out of her eyes but failed. “Even when it means you have to go against governmental orders?” Steve smiled and bent his head down to her. “Even when it means going against governmental orders,” he agreed and kissed her with all the love he had for this woman.
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It’s short and I’m really not happy with the ending, but I have to get back into the flow and have to distract my mind from the upcoming anxiety inducing things in my life lol. Hope y’all liked it tho. As usual: comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated!
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juiles · 6 months
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Just a normal day
Requested: yes
Summary: an average day with a teen and her father and his team.
Warnings: none
Type: pure fluff
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Today was a calm day. No one was out on a mission. Some people were writing up some mission reports but everyone was just lounging around the compound. A calm day. Y/n walked into the building, Friday alerting everyone around them that the teenager was home from school.
“Hello darling.” Steve said looking up from his piles of paperwork to see his daughter walking in, her backpack slung up on one shoulder, her phone in her other hand.
“Hi papa.” Y/n murmured plopping down next to the man with a soft sigh. “How’s paperwork?”
“Oh well you know. Average.” He said picking up his pen and starting to write again. “Homework?” This pulled an elongated sigh from the blonde teen who flopped her upper body on to Steve’s lap who chuckled and tucked a lock of hair behind the girls ear.
“Always.” She muttered with a small pout forming on her lips. “I don’t want to do it papa…”
The two heard a chuckle come from a redhead behind them. “Awe does the poor baby have homework?” Natasha rounded the corner and plopped down next to the man and his daughter. Y/n stuck her tongue out at the older woman. “Really mature kid.”
“Well i am a kid aunty Nat.” She said with a look before sitting up with a loud groan. “Time to do some AP calc i guess.” She said pulling out her binder from her backpack. The binder thudded on to the table making everyone glance up, most having an eyebrow raised at the loud sound it made.
“Damn kid. What kind of work are they giving you? It’s heavier than the files after the Battle of New York were.” Tony said shifting in his seat to sit back and look at her binder.
“It’s uhm… calc and then just normal classes? It’s average work load for students.” She shrugged and started her homework. “Whose day is it for dinner?” Natasha asked as she scrolled on her phone lounging next to the young girl.
“Wanda i think. But i could be wrong.” She murmured as her feet went to lay over her fathers lap. “Papa do you know?”
Steve gave a hum with a shake of his head as he finished signing off the paperwork in front of him. “No doll. Do your homework please.”
Y/n roller her eyes at her father before going back to her work mumbling about something no one could understand. Natasha stood up and walked in to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. “Want some coffee kid?” She asked looking over her shoulder seeing the blonde nod slightly. “Cream and sugar?” She once again saw the ponytail bib up and down and she poured the coffee for herself and the girl before bringing it back over making all the guys start to whine.
“What?”
“You can’t just get her and you coffee?!”
“Why don’t we get coffee?!”
“Come on Romanoff!”
“Favouritism!”
The teen merely smirked and stuck her tongue out at the men who preceded to all pout. “I’m her favourite. It’s very clear.” Natasha rolled her eyes and continued to scroll on her phone while the teen did homework. Tony coming over at one point to help her with calculus and Bucky and Steve helping out with her world war project for history.
All was calm until Wanda called dinner, causing all the guys to stumble over each other to get a spot at the table, all leaving a seat next to Steve open so the teen could sit there after packing her bag up. She came in with a sigh and plopped down beside her father.
Dinner was her favourite time of day. It was when everyone who was on earth and not on a mission, got together and had normal conversations and family time. It was very nice. A little loud, a little chaotic with all the guys trying to get all the food, especially when Thor was here but she wouldn’t change it for the world.
“Papa. Can you pass the peas please?” Y/n asked timidly looking over at the blonde man who hummed and put it on her plate. “Thank you.”
“What do you want to do after dinner baby?” He asked the teen as she looked around at the table. “Movie night?”
Tony whooped and looked at the teen. “Who’s picking mini cap?”
“I’m not mini cap and I am. You all pick lame ass movies.” Y/n said causing all the men to immediately protest. “Nope! If you don’t wanna watch my movie then fine but papa, aunty Nat and aunty Wanda and I are!” She said with a small huff making everyone try to muffle a laugh. “You’re so cute darling.” Steve said kissing his daughters head causing the girls cheeks and ears to tint pink.
The team all helped clean up from dinner before they all found their way to the living room where they all settled down. Thor sitting on the floor, leaning against the arm of the couch. Tony with Pepper cuddled up in a love seat. Wanda and Natasha cuddled on one side of y/n. Steve holding his daughter close on the other side. The whole family settled down to watch the movie that the teen had picked.
As y/f/m played, y/n started to drift off, her head buried into her dads neck just enjoying the calmness and love that came from being surrounded by her whole family. She felt herself be lifted and tucked into her bed and a scruffy kiss from her father who murmured a soft ‘I love you darling. Sleep good’ before leaving her to fall asleep contently.
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firegal19 · 1 year
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Peter: Y/n got into a fight at school.
Steve: Is she ok?
Bucky: Did she win?
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