#avengers x oc

[louwaffles]

Y/N: So, I have this really cool idea--

Bucky: No.

Y/N: You haven’t even heard the first part.

Bucky: For the love of--

Sam: It’s a really cool idea, James--

Bucky: I swear to the god of Thunder--

Thor: Yes?

Y/N, Sam, Bucky:

[avengerscompound]

The Tower - Nyotaimori

The Tower One Shot

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2253

Warnings:  smut (nyotaimori, bisexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering)

Synopsis:   During the twins' first day of school, the Sex-Vengers decide to do something they can't do with the kids around, and Elly agrees to be the table while they eat sushi.

Author’s Note: Requested by mary_2824 on Wattpad.  You can send in your requests too

Nyotaimori

Takes place during The Tower: Family immediately after chapter 16: Reminiscing.

I stepped out of the shower, aching in a pleasant post-sex way.  I’d just been put through my paces.  Today was the twins' first day of school and when we’d gotten home, we’d gone to the home cinema and fucked while we watched old videos of our past exploits.  I’d ended up with Tony, Thor, Bruce, and Clint all inside me at the same time, so I was feeling particularly fucked out.

I wasn’t done though.  Natasha had the idea that we have Nyotaimori for lunch and that I would act as the plate.

I was a little nervous about it.  Not because I was feeling insecure or anything like that.  It sounded sexy and I knew my husbands and wives all found me completely irresistible.  I didn’t doubt that they’d be turned on by me lying there while they ate sushi off my naked body.  After the wedding ceremony on Asgard, I didn’t even have any sign of scarring from my cesarean to feel self-conscious about.

I just knew what it was like having to lie completely still for a long time, and I worried that if I got bored it might spoil the experience.

I did want to try it though, and I knew I was safe with all of them.  If I was going to try it, I might as well do it properly.  I dried and fixed my hair, put on some makeup, and grabbed a black and silver filigree masquerade mask and a pair of black kitten heels from the walk-in.

Natasha came into the bedroom while I was slipping on a robe.  “Lunch is here.  Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” I said.

She laughed and took my hand.  “You can always say no, you know?”

“Of course, I do,” I said.  “But you look pretty when you do the puppy dog eyes.”

She laughed and nudged me.  “You’re one of two people I’d let get away with even hinting that I would ever do puppy dog eyes.”

“Speaking of puppy dogs…” I said.

She laughed.  “Don’t worry.  The dog walker came to take them out for a few hours.  You’re not gonna get any random dogs running in and trying to eat sushi off you.”

We went down to the dining area, the rest of the group was over in the living area and could see what was going on, but Natasha called out to them not to look so it would be a surprise.  I felt a little bad for Natasha that she didn’t get the surprise too.  Especially given that this was her idea.  I figured that the reason why it was her was just that she knew what needed to be done.

She’d already laid a cloth over the table with one of our nicer towels on top of that and a pillow.  I took off my robe, climbed up on the table, and lay down.  As I slipped the mask on, Natasha brought the bags of sushi over.

“Okay,” she said.  “Get as comfortable as you can.  Hands at your sides.”

I lay down as she instructed and Natasha started to lay out the sushi. She started by placing long green leaves over various parts of my body, down my stomach, over my groin, down my arms and legs, and two small leaves to cover each nipple.  She artfully placed each one down and placed orchid blossoms around some of them.  “Where did you even get those from?”

“Honey, you haven’t figured out that money can pretty much get you anything delivered in an hour?” she teased.  “FRIDAY contacted a place that does these kinds of parties and negotiated a price for them to be delivered as soon as they could.”

I laughed and shook my head. “I guess I’ll never get used to that.”

When the plants were in place, Natasha began setting up the sushi.  There were a lot of us, and with Bruce, Steve, Thor, and Bucky, a lot of food was needed, so there was far more sushi than could ever fit on me.  Natasha wasn’t concerned.  She placed the sushi in patterns so it worked, putting as much on me that fit without looking cluttered.  She then set the rest out around me in piles on plates along with the dipping sauces and accoutrements.

“Okay, she’s ready,” Natasha said, getting up on a chair so she could take a photo of me.

The rest of the group all made their way into the room.  “Damn,” Sam said.  “You look so hot, princess.”

Clint whistled. “And how.  God damn.”

They all took seats around the table.  Tony was the first one to take the leap and take a piece of sushi.  He picked up his chopsticks and took a piece from my stomach.  “Mm… presentation does affect the taste,” he said.  “This is good.”

Steve had taken a seat closer to my head.  “How are you doing there, sweetheart?” he asked. “Are you comfortable?”

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed.  “I’m all good.  Thank you, honey.”

“You tell me if that changes,” he said and picked up a piece of sushi from my shoulder with his chopsticks.

“I wonder how the kids are going?”  Wanda said.

“I am sure they’re having a wonderful time,” Thor said.  “Riley will be entertaining all her new friends with her powers!”

“Oh god, I hope not,” Sam said.  “It was hard enough for us to convince them she would be safe to go.”

“I’m sure if anything had happened, they’d have called,” Natasha said.

“I hope so,” Bucky agreed.  “I hope they’re settling in okay.  But if they’re having trouble, I hope the school calls.  I don’t want things to get out of control because we never find out about it.”

“I’m sure it will be fine, Buck,” Steve said.  “They know things are a little different for them.”

“Can you check, El?” Clint asked.

I looked down at the threads that connected me to my family and I wound my fingers around the sky-blue thread that joined me to Riley and the grass-green thread that connected to Pietro.  I closed my eyes and focused on them.  Warmth and joy traveled down into me from the children and a soft smile settled on my lips.  “They’re having fun.  It’s lunchtime there too.  They’re outside playing.”

“See, it’s all good,” Clint said.  “Now let’s stop worrying about them, and enjoy this feast in front of us.”  He ran the end of his chopstick up my side and I squealed and flinched away from him.

“Stop it, Clint!” I said.

“Don’t mess with her, Clint,” Steve said, his disappointed-dad tone in full effect.  “This has to be hard enough to do as it is.”

“Yeah, Clint,” I pouted.  “No one has even offered to feed me any yet.”

“I’m sorry princess,” Clint said.  “What do you want?  One of these tempura thingies?”

“Yes, please.”

He picked up a shrimp tempura nigiri with his chopsticks and held it to my mouth and I awkwardly took a bite.  We both started laughing when the Nigiri broke apart at my bite and showed rice on my face.

“Well that didn’t work,” Clint said, eating the other half of the piece.

I shook my head laughing, trying to shake the sticky rice off my skin.  Steve reached over and brushed the rice from my face.  I swallowed what was in my mouth and wrinkled my nose.  “On second thought, I might just wait to eat when the rest of you are done.”

“Are you sure, El?  You really don’t have to do this,” Steve said.

“I’m sure.  I like being the center of attention,” I assured him.

“I’ll set some aside for you,” Steve said and began to fill a plate with sushi that I could eat.

There was a small lull in conversation as everyone focused on eating for a moment.  There was getting to be less food on me, though the two pieces covering my nipples were still in place along with a scattering of others over my body.

“Do we think these babies will have powers?”   Bruce asked, breaking the silence.

He sounded worried.  I knew he was. The potential for powers was a big part of that.  His struggles with the Hulk had been so hard on him and so volatile that the idea of powers being good, even now that his two aspects had been merged, was difficult for him to understand.

“You have all been absorbed into the Asgardian Pantheon.  You are gods, minor deities granted, but still gods.  Our children will all be gods as well,” Thor said.  “So they will each have their own gifts.”

“Will they be like ours?” Clint asked.  “I mean, Riley has weather-related powers like you.  Will Natasha’s baby have some kind of camouflage power or animal-related power?”

Thor shook his head.  “It is difficult to say.  Stories shape our magic.  Powers can be revealed at opportune moments, be passed on from parent to child, and be passed from one to another to complete a quest.  My powers can be shared through Mjolnir for example.  The powers our children are blessed with will fit their story.”

“That sounds like such horse shit,” Tony scoffed.  “Just say you don’t know.”

“Tony,” Steve scolded.

Tony huffed.  “Fine.”  He paused for a moment then mumbled, “Sorry, Thor.”

“You do not have to believe, Anthony,” Thor said. “The magic exists whether you believe in it or not.”

I knew how hard it was for Tony to bite his tongue after that.  It was pretty funny how absolutely dedicated to his atheism he was after everything we've been through.  He always said just because he was old and did things we didn’t understand, didn’t make him a god.

Tony huffed.  “Fine,” he said.  “I’m gonna eat one of these nip pieces.”

He snatched one of the maki rolls from my breast and put it in his mouth.  The leaf remained in place, so as he chewed, he reached over and flicked it away.  My nipple had pebbled under the cool leaf, and Tony ran his thumb around it and began to massage my breast.

I let out a soft moan and Tony smirked at me, swallowing his sushi.  “You like that do you, honey?”

“Uh-huh,” I hummed.

Tony leaned over the table and began to suck on my breast.  I moaned louder and my toes curled.  “Fuck, Tony.”

I had no idea what Tony’s plans were here.  We’d just had some crazy sex.  I thought it would be at least an hour or two before anyone was ready for more.  He was more than happy to just tease me though.  It made it very hard to lay still, and I squirmed as he suckled on my breast.

Steve ate the other piece that had been on my breast and as soon as he’d picked it up, Clint was leaning over the table and latching onto my nipple.

I cried out and my legs trembled as I tried not to buck my hips and send food flying everywhere.  My eyes squeezed closed as I tried to focus, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.  I was already soaking wet.

There was movement around my legs, plates being moved out of the way, and then two hands gripped my ankles, one cool metal and the other warm flesh. 

Bucky dragged me down to the end of the table.  I squealed and broke into giggles.  What remaining sushi that was still on me was sent scattering, some still sticking to my skin, the rest rolling off onto the table.  My giggles were cut short as Bucky lunged in and began eating me out.  He didn’t hold back, his tongue lapped all around my folds and he plunged two fingers inside me.  Given how recently I’d had pretty full-on sex, I was already overworked and over-sensitive, and I arched up hard and cried out.

No one else seemed particularly interested in doing anything other than watch or help bring me over - and that was not going to take long.

Bucky suckled on my clit and thrust his fingers in and out at a frantic rate.  His fingers hit my g-spot again and again.  I was sent reeling, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure surging through me.  It was added to by Tony and Clint sucking and massaging my breasts, and the other touching and kissing me. 

It was too much.  I couldn’t hold on and my orgasm crashed down on me hard.  I cried out, bucking up and arching violently off the table as I gushed on Bucky.  Lights popped in my eyes and for a moment, I was aware of nothing except that intense endorphin rush.

I flopped back down, breathing heavily and Bucky pulled back. “God damn,” he said.

I moaned, breathing heavily, and waved my hand back and forth.

“You okay there, Mishka?” Natasha asked.

“Uh-huh,” I said.  “No one else gonna come?”

“That was for you,” Bucky said.

“Thank you,” I said in a slight sing-song voice.

Steve came and helped me up, and Bruce helped with my robe.  “Do you want to eat now?” Wanda asked.

“Yes, please,” I said.

“You do that, and we’ll clean up,” Steve said.

“And when you’re done, you can get dressed and we’ll go get the kids,” Sam said.

I beamed at him.  I thought today would be stressful and full of worry, but instead, thanks to my unique family, it had been completely amazing.

~ END ~

[jackiequick]

Jason Underwood being a better dad than Howard Stark for 9 minutes straight | Marvel Fic

Pairings: Tony x Pepper, JJ x Liz, Liane x Ethan

Summary: What happened when a man frozen in time suddenly is in charge of raising the heroes of tomorrow? In other words, Jason trying to keep everyone in check and doing well.

Characters mentioned: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Howard Stark, Rei Stark, Ava Stark, The Avengers, Young Avengers and etc

Fandoms: Marvel Comics—> Iron Man 1-3, The Avengers, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Age Of Ultron

A/N: I blame Glen giving rom-com energy! I hate him (affectionately). His favorite song is Unwritten hehehe

Sequel to this fanfic!

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Tony sat down at his lab downtown with his eyes shot, the lights made him more than pale as he lay inside his car and faced the wall. He has been drinking since this afternoon. His tears filled his eyes as he looked to his side to find his uncle walking around to open the side of the car.

He was surprised to see him here, last he checked he was with Coulson on a small assignment.

“Tony..” He muttered, resting his head against his hand, “Come on buddy.”

“I can’t stand..I’m tired, JJ..” He replied, squeezing his eyes shut and leaned forward into his touch for a spilt second.

“It’s okay, I got you.”

Tony was silent as an arm was looped around his side, lifting him up and out of the car, standing over to leave the lab and head upstairs. Jason kept an eye on him asking if he was alright in which his nephew just nodded. He lay him down on the couch with a soft blanket across his body wrapped tightly to keep him warm.

A moment later, he returned with a small glass of water and some fruit. Orange slices to be consumed by Tony within a matter of minutes. He watched him as he sat, allowing his nephew to rest his head on his shoulder and even saw the crossword puzzle on his neck start to erase with time.

“..I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately…” Tony admitted with a small sigh biting down on another orange slice.

Jason hushed his voice for a moment before humming, “It’s okay..you just got overwhelmed, you need a break, step back and regroup..”

“I’m boyfriend of the year..are Pepper and I even dating?”

“I would like to say you are..you will figure out, just no more running off for a while. Please.”

The brunette only nodded, as his uncle found something on the TV for him to watch. He even wondered if he should provide him a vitamin C infusion, JARVIS recommended it. All that matter was to keep him away for the drinks for a while and not have him stray away from help.

He has a good idea where to start.

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Jason carried a 2 year old Rei in his arms, resting the small brunette on his hip walking around the mansion trying to get him to stop crying.

It was early in the evening. His mother was gone for a week, his father was stuck at work with Pepper and JARVIS was no help.

Rei was whimpering, having just returned from the backyard not wanting anyone to know he got hurt. Jason of course figured out the problem and cleaned up the small mess on his knee. Now he rested his head on his godfather’s shoulder as his hand cuffed the fabric of the sweater.

Him and Tony were the same in this aspect, getting hurt by something and wanting to deal with it by themselves. Yes, it showed independence but still, it was alarmingly obvious it wasn’t the best move.

“Aw penguin..” He said softly, gently resting his head against his own, “Rei, it’s gonna be alright..you’re fine now.”

“It hurts..” He mumbled into his shoulder, as soft tears rose to his eyes.

“I know that it hurts, but you took medicine for it and now you’re going to feel much better I promise.”

“I’m dumb, papa..”

Jason was pacing around the room at this point and paused but kept a hand rubbing circles across his small back. He hated hearing his kids talking about themselves that way.

“Hey, hey, you’re not dumb..you’re Rei Stark, you’re one of the smartest boys I know. You fell cause you’re running so hard, that’s all. It can happen to anyone, even me.” Jason explained.

“You fell?” He questioned removing his head the shoulder he was resting on to face him properly.

“Yeah I fell a lot. I still fall and trip over things, if you only knew how much times I almost died tripping over your father’s toys.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, really. It hurt a lot, but I got up again. Just like you did.”

At that Rei softly smiled and nodded, feeling a bit better about not feeling so bad for falling down earlier. He was a strong kid but rather sensitive about things whether he admits it or not.

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“Pops, I think I like guys too now.” Rei blunted said entering the living room of Avengers Tower.

Jason was on the couch reading A Streetcar Named Desire when he heard his godson say those words. He took him a long moment to lock in what he said then smiled. JJ remembered Rei checking out some cute reporter two weeks ago but didn’t say anything to not embarrass him.

He already figured out that he might’ve felt that way but waited for him to come to his own conclusions about it.

Rei waited for a response, he was kinda shitting his pants wondering what the heck he was going to say to him.

A few seconds later Jason spoke, “I know. And I’m happy for you.”

“Wait what?” Rei asked as his eyes silently widened, “Dad freaked out!”

“Your father is just being dramatic, thinking you weren’t going to ever date until your mid twenties. Don’t worry about him. How do you feel?”

“I feel okay, I guess. How are you not freaking out?”

“Kiddo your grandfather and father aren’t straight eariler. I was just wondering to see if you were gonna being home a boy or girl someday, I’ll love you all the same. You know that.”

“B-but..I was ready for some lecture or something.”

“I’m not Cap, kiddo.”

“Wait grandpa wasn’t…that’s impossible he married grandma and dad never said..”

“Your grandfather has always been into blondes. Hence why he liked me, Cap, my sister and your grandmother.”

“Oh shit, grandpa was bi..and so is dad? Just to be clear, you’re cool with all of this, right?”

“Yeah, you’re my kid. As long as you don’t date some ignorant jerk or bitter bitch we’re fine.”

Rei nodded thinking it went better than he thought. Of course he wasn’t going to bring anyone to his house who insulted him or made him feel guilty, he wasn’t stupid.

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Tony and Jason were in the middle of the kitchen together sharing some slices of pizza. A small mission went as planned, the heroes were all celebrating at home with them.

It was quiet. A little too quiet for his liking.

“Where’s our son?” Yelled a voice that belonged to his wife.

And there it is.

Despite not being officially confirmed as married to a legal counsel, in their hearts they are.

Liz came in with her arms crossed stealing a slice of pizza from the box muttering that she was hungry. Tony locked eyes with his uncle then looked at his aunt with a smile.

“Whatever it is, blame the kids!” Tony exclaimed taking another bite.

“You stole my blueprints from the basement without telling me.” Liz said looking between her nephews and husband.

“How is that a bad thing?”

“Because they are mine. Some of them were…made for the military during the war.”

“I was just going to reinforce them into better positions and transport your idea into something useful for the modern day.”

Jason joined into the conversation as he added, “Honey, you did make some explosive points when you created those fine numbers back in the day.”

Liz jokingly glared, “Who’s side are you on?”

“I’m afraid to say which one.”

“Good answer.”

Tony sighed, “In my defense, I was just curious! It’s not like I going to have something blow up in my head…this time at least.”

“I swear you’re more like your father every day..” She muttered softly smiling, as she pinched the bridge of her nose, “Next time, you come to me with an idea. We’re a family for a reason, you have my brain!”

The three of them talked it over coming to a good compromise. But a part of Jason couldn’t wonder how Liz would react if Louis, Tony’s brother who lived in another city within the United States, stole one of her blueprints too. It was always evident that the Stark boys tend to be the most curious boys alive, it resulted in those sets of brother destroying one of his favorite cars.

They always tend to take a small comment and trickle it down to a roar, as one small idea would turn into something great for humanity or an opportunity gone wrong. That’s how Ultron was created…

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“Alright. Relax your shoulders a bit, tighten the grip on the handle and have your fingers line up the tip of the arrow.” He instructed with a smile.

“Like this?” She asked, holding up her bow and arrow at an angle.

She could’ve learned from Clint but he was busy on a date with his wife and her mom was babysitting. She already knew how to use a gun, but extra protection in skills was always a plus.

She picked out a specific arrow she wanted to use and took care of the bow she was handed. She questioned if Jason even knew how to work this kind of equipment.

His response, “I never said I didn’t know how to use a gun. And never said I didn’t know how to shoot an arrow either.”

“Fair point. When did you learn to shoot with a bow and arrow?” She wondered with a smile.

“I was on a mission in Tokyo, to chase down some idiot who stole a type of drug. As I was running through the streets, s arrow came flying from a rooftop to straight into the guys leg. Then I met the guy who shot him.”

“What wad his name?”

“Karl Yune. He was a good archer, he taught me a thing or two about this.”

“Sounds like a nice man.”

“Yeah, his older cousin worked as a geneticist in Korea.”

“…they are not related to Ji-Hoon, they are?”

Jason just winked telling her return to training as she grinned softly to herself. The two of them went onto 2 rounds, as he showed her how to start feeling comfortable with holding such equipment. Rochelle wasn’t that bad at the game, shooting the wall full of targets as best as she could.

“Good. Now you’re ready for take on your real teacher.” He said with a chuckle, lowering his bow.

She raised an eyebrow confused by his wording, “What..”

As if on cue, walked in a tan skinned woman with long brown hair and tattoos. She held a grin greeting Jason with a tight hug before turning around to meet Rochelle.

“Lydia Barton.” She said holding out her hand to shake.

The redhead smiled shaking her hand and said, “Rochelle, but you probably already know who I am.”

Jason smirked telling them to be careful and have fun, that he’ll be back to check up on them later. Both girls just grinned leading into a casual but intriguing discussion on their favorite things, before training.

Something told him that they would be good friends.

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“Give it back! It’s mine you little twerp!”

“It was mine first! I saw the last batch of cookies before your ass ever thought about them.”

“Oh really mature using curse words at me!”

“What do you care? You’re failing grammar anyway!”

“HEY! That’s enough.” In called Jason’s voice as he swung into the room snatching the cookie out of Ava’s hand and placing against it lips instead, “If you were are gonna fight over a damn cookie, then neither of you deserve to eat it.”

Rei crossed his eyes like the 9 year old he was and scoffed, “It was mine!”

“Oh pleaseeee, you said you didn’t want any cookies in the first place anyway!” Ava barked back.

“I could’ve wanted it for later, ever think of that!”

“You’re such a smartass sometimes…no wonder you don’t—”

Jason glared at both kids, “Ava, don’t even finish that sentence. And Rei, if you wanted it so badly why didn’t you tell her? You two could’ve broken the cookie in half instead of making a mess out of it.”

Both young Starks looked away from their godfather, feeling guilty and embarrassed for causing such a scene in the kitchen. Yet there was an instant anger behind their eyes, as Rei and Ava glared at each other. It was normal for siblings to fight over plenty of things but theses two would argue over everything, not making up afterwards either.

Their godfather sighed softly as he watched both of them in silence waiting for an answer that ever came.

Then he spoke, “You know something? There is something I want both of you to understand. Listen good, when I say that you two only have each other. Friends will come and go, they won’t always stay despite your best efforts. But as siblings, that’s a unit that you created for the moment your brought into this family.”

Ava muttered, “But he’s a little smartass, he thinks he’s always right..”

“Cause I am..” Rei added hearing his big sister.

Jason gave them a certain look as he continued, “You two are young, so you don’t get it right now. But there will come a time when you need each other but because you were both so harsh and pigheaded with another, you’re gonna feel alone. You’ll hate each other..despite a little part of you that still loves them..you don’t want to accept that. Then you won’t even want to imagine what happens next to your relationship.”

At those words, the siblings looked at one another then glanced down at the floor, that heavyweight anger started to creep away from their systems. Ava started to feel sorry for her actions as Rei began to feel upset about staring a riot. They knew he was right but didn’t want to admit it. There was another moment of silence in the room, only the small sound of Jason’s biting down on the cookie that didn’t matter to them anymore. The sibling exchange small gestures of apologies toward one another, even apologizing to their godfather as well.

Ava asked, “Did you ever get into fights with your siblings?”

Rei added, “You and auntie Peg look like you could have fought a lot.”

“Well…” Jason replied with a half smile and shrugged, “..yes, me and aunt Peg fought a lot, but we always tried to make up for our mistakes. But I had another sister before her…her name was Dot, she was smart and cunning, she wasn’t ever around to help me…when she was, she treated me like crap, so we always fought..”

“Did you ever forgive her?” Ava asked out of curiosity, hoping for a good answer.

“Uh..we did forgive each other every once in a while..I tried to forgive her, but she never had the courage to forgive me. She was my big sister, I loved her, but she wasn’t really someone I would call to help me if I was in trouble, she would leave me out to dry..”

Rei nodded, “So that’s why you and auntie Peg are good friends..she was like a sister..so you want me and Ava to be like that too?”

“Exactly. You want both of you to look out for each other, make sure you’re alright and not hurt. Not leave the other in the dust.” Jason responded with a smile.

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Cue scenes of Jason playing with his first godchild, Ava Stark, in her bedroom pretending to be Pop Stars. Ava was singing along to Christina Aguilera, Gwen Stefani and Avril Lavigne with a toy guitar in her hands.

Jason was sitting on the floor waving lights around and dressed in a funny hat, pretending to be her producer for a music video. He loved seeing his goddaughter shine acting out magic video footage in her bedroom as he filmed her. At first he didn’t want to be recorded on any cameras but after some encouragement from Tony and the others, she tried it out.

“I'll spread my wings, and I'll learn how to fly. I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky. And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change.” She sung into her microphone as she played the guitar.

“And break away!” Jason sung along to the lyrics.

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One of the things of having a little girl in the house, songs get repeated every so often you remember the lyrics yourself. Poor man still has Under The Sea stuck in his head from last weekend.

It’s one of those things that carries over every generation of children he gets to know is the music taste, he may not always appreciate or enjoy the music but it does tend to become an enjoyable ear worm for him. If it’s AC/DC album from Tony to Selena Gomez’s Who Say from Rochelle, they tend to get stuck in his head!

He tries to not let everyone in on his own playlist of songs but sometimes it will slip out…

Jason just finished a small meeting with the industry and answering questions from SHIELD investors, who just annoyed him the whole time, and decided to make himself a grilled cheese sandwich. He yelled out if anyone else wanted one but received no answer, so he shrugged, then popped in his ear buds cuing in his playlist. He had a bunch of songs.

“Starring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window. Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find…” He sang out to the lyrics slapping both sides of bread onto the frying pan.

That was when Ethan stumbled into the kitchen saying, “JJ you saying some..”.

He paused noticing that the blonde wasn’t listening and singing instead as Liane bumped into him, she exclaimed to her boyfriend something important but Ethan told her to hush as he pointed out the scene in front of them.

Liane was confused for a moment then squeaked seeing Jason singing out loud as he danced in place, it wasn’t something she saw coming but was more than surprised to see the man was in his element. She smirked to herself wondering what other songs he knew.

A couple of days later, the pair were coming back from their trip to the movie theater as that very song was playing on the radio. The two walked in singing it loud enough to hear along with a group of Taylor Swift songs. Before they knew some of the young avengers were humming the damn tune.

The tall blonde walked past hearing his serenity song being sung, raising an eyebrow at everyone’s actions wondering who else knew about this. Oh god he wasn’t gonna be able to live that one down anytime soon.

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One of the biggest things people always assume is that he was the best parent ever, due to the young avengers always wanting to hang around his chill vibes and warm atmosphere he created.

But the truth is that he wasn’t a freaking super-dad or anything. He grew up with a somewhat rusty alcoholic father and a mother who was always traveling around with her kids, leaving him to pick up the pieces himself when they weren’t at home bricking about something. In response he tried to convince the world he was going to be fine no matter what happened, he even believed it himself.

Jason even promised to make the best he can when he gets the opportunity to be a father himself, in this case an uncle, someone who was there for his kids. He might not know everything or even be skilled at certain aspects of life, but he tries. So when Tony was born he decided he would stick around, live closer to Howard and Maria, but it also meant he would be away for work and signing papers for different aliases. Still, he did it, even though he might not want to talk about it with many.

He keeps himself, cool, calm and composed in collected fashion. Yes, he has his flaws such as drinking, having a temper and smoking (it was for a short period of time, he quit in the early 70s), Jason was still there for Tony. Same thing goes for his godchildren, which is a privilege and gift to watch them grow and learn now, he still has those moments where he ends up not getting enough rest due to taking care of them.

So to Natasha, Tony, Bruce and the other parents he seems like the only well informed and intelligent one when it comes to parenting, it’s only was all due to respect, patience and watching how the ball rolls. He used to put so much pressure on being the awesome uncle and whatnot, then he realized that all you need to do is be there for your kids.

They don’t ask of much, only for you to spend time with them even if you’re far away and need to do a phone call with that. Same thing goes for any relationship romance or platonic, as long they know you’re there for them, that’s what matters.

Like the saying goes, ‘No one is freaking perfect’. He’s still learning how to raise theses guys!

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Nicknames. He doesn’t have nicknames for everyone, only if the person is comfortable with them, of course. But that never stops Jason from making up silly nicknames for the kids, usually they come out naturally without even trying.

Tony has had a few nicknames such as Butterball or Meatball when he was a baby, he was a round cubby little guy. Over the years it was Bambino, Bubba, Tones, Bunny and etc.

Rei was always Bubba, Sonny or Penguin, on occasion he would throw out the Papo (which is what him and his grandmother Maria use to call his father when he was younger)

Liane, he absolutely calls Princess or Your Majesty, when she's being a bit bratty

Rochelle tends to be, Li'l Red

For Cassie, he calls her Goldie cause her hair shines bright like gold in the sun

Melissa gets classic nicknames but he will throw out Peaches or Ladybug

Lydia, due to knowing her skills he will call her Sparrow sometime or just Ly

And the list goes on!

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There has been moments where Jason has took a leap of faith to save his kids. Such as in 2013, when Stark Mansion was attacked and the whole place falling apart he remembered Pepper and Liz's screams as Ava was about to fall off the cliff of their home.

Tony and Rei were busy fighting and trying to get everyone to out of the house safely. But Tony's suit wasn't working correctly either. Jason swooped in, sliding down the rubble and dust coughing as he catches Ava before she can fall.

"Baby look at me! It's okay, I got you.." He said rescuing her, as she clung to him tightly.

The two of them climbed back up the rubble and into the destroyed mansion as Ava went to help the others. The drones just kept on firing and tearing apart the house. Suddenly water took over dunking Jason, Tony, Liz and Rei all down into the ocean as Pepper and the other kids stayed above water.

To say Jason has taken a lot of hits for Tony and the kids was an understatement. For example, that same Christmas in 2013, there a fight on the streets where they landed in after almost drowning, as two crazy bitches was about to attack Rei. Jason choked one of women out as he was stabbed in the side.

The crazy burning women gave Jason some flirty eyes as she did so. He was not pleased. Liz was pissed off having finished fighting some guy to protect Tony.

But she thankfully swoops in wracking the women in a pole as she yelled, "Hands off, bitch!"

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He did have good moment as well, that didn't involve a fight (yet), such as 2015 during a Stark party New York City. The Avengers, young and old just finished a battle, as a party was being made to celebrate.

Jason has been in and out of Stark parties over the years, sometimes he stayed the whole night and or times he went home early. This night felt like a good one, he had his girl with him, his friends were partying and the kids were enjoying themselves.

They all deserve a win.

Hell he even danced a bit, drank a beer with Thor and played pool with Sam. He saw Steve walking away for a moment to text some girl, not declaring on who it is he was messaging, despite Nat and the other teasing him.

Nat even muttered, "Oh I'll find out."

It felt good. He rolled his eyes at Tony's jokes and laughed at others. Soon enough, the party died down as everyone rested around the living room area sharing smiles as they all chatted.

Rick has Rochelle and Luna resting on each of his shoulder, Bruce was chatting with Natasha, Maria Hill was wearing Steve's jacket as she chatted with Liz and Liane was playing with a set of cards with Lydia beating her.

Steve and Thor were sharing another bottle of beer, Tony was grab one for himself and Cole was playing Janga with Rochelle. Everyone was there. Beside it held Thor's precious hammer.

"Come man, it's trick!" Clint exclaimed swirling his drumsticks.

"Dude, I tried lifting it once in New Mexico, it's glued to whatever ground it's on!" Jason added pointing to the hammer.

"Whoever shall be worthy shall have the power! Whatever man, it's a trick."

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

Thor smirked chuckling allowing Clint to take a swing at it. Everyone looked around amused of the honest challenge as Clint stood up smug looping his hand around the handle trying to pick it up. But failed dryly chuckling as he joked.

"Smell the silent judgement." Tony remark.

"Please, Stark, by all means." Clint said returning back to his seat next to his blonde friend.

"Oh this gonna be good.." Liz muttered hearing Liane snort at her comment.

Some of the young heroes wiggled their eyebrows, cracking a few jokes and engaging in conversations as they all watched.

Tony stood up muttering how it was all physic and how he planned to use rule Asgard as Bruce rolled his eyes, watching his friend trying but failed. He even returned with an Iron Man arm to help and lift it. Poor Rhodey was pulled into it too.

"Are you even pulling?" Tony exclaimed.

"Just represent. Pull!" Rhodey told him.

"Alright let's go."

Still nothing. Soon enough, almost everyone tried. Rochelle and Cassie gave it a try, as their eyes flashes trying to find the strength to do it. Rei scoffed as him and Rick round came, believing putting both their heads together they can do it.

Bruce pretended to turn like the Hulk as he pulled, causing a roar of chuckles and laugher from the gang. Nat smiled finding it cute shaking her head. Ethan and Ji-Hoon picked up the pace, but failed.

Liane and Cole teamed up to pick the hammer from it's place on the table. Hell, some of the teammates tried to use magic but instead moved the table and items surrounding it.

Liz and Lydia joined forces, taking the team up route. Tony joked how he tried it already but failed. It went on and on for a while, passing drinks and snacks watching the show of friends take their turn at Thor's challenge.

Then it was Cap's turn.

Steve took a swing of beer before getting up with a smile. His eyes narrowed rolling up his sleeves taking a deep breathe, looping his hands around the handle and pulled.

The Hammer Nudge.

It made a small squeaking noise, some eyes turned gasping to themselves and other didn't even catch wind of it quick enough to catch the moment. Thor's eyes widen as his stress level turned up a little thinking it was dreaming. Steve pulled again, as the hammer stayed in place.

Steve raised his hands in air declaring defeat with a small smile. Thor was chuckling as he said, "Ha! Nothing."

Luna and Natasha didn't even bothering knowing it won't work, despite Bruce and Rick nudging them on. They were smart in a way to watch and laugh the whole go on. Not everyone went, some decided to try again after getting some food in their system.

But again nothing.

"All difference to the man who wouldn't be king. It's rigged." Tony proclaimed searching for another beer.

"You bet your ass." Clint added in agreement.

Maria smirked, "Steve, he said a bad language work."

Steve sighed and looked at Tony as he said, "You tell everyone about that?"

Tony ignored his comment and joked, "The handles imprinted right? Like a security code? Whoever is carrying Thor's fingerprint is, the literal translation."

"If so, then Thor's son or daughter should be able to lift it right?" Rochelle questioned which sparked a whole other conversations among themselves.

One of them wondered who exactly can lift and what would it take to do so.

Thor stood up from the couch, putting his drink down as everyone looked at him.

"Yes, yes, that's a very interesting theory. But got a simpler one." Thor said bending down then lifting his hammer with such ease, "You're all not worthy."

Everyone chuckle, commenting on his words and either rolled their eyes at his answer. Some of them shook their heads, exchanging looks with one another.

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Ahh that's what I got for now!💘 I hope you enjoyed getting to know a little more about Uncle JJ and his group of mishaps he calls children.

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[marvelsfavoriteuncle]

We never go out of style ✨ / Marvel Fanfic

Aka JJ & Peggy have a little chat over the phone in a hospital room

Timeline: From Age Of Ultron to Civil War

Warning: Old Lady Peggy Carter coming to swoon a few hearts ♥️ She is in her 60s-early 70s

@gcthvile - Elizabeth Stark mentioned ✨

Characters mentioned: Howard, Tony, Jarvis and etc

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The hospital has not been a favorable place to be in. Even a nursing home wasn’t sure of the difference between both anymore. But either way they both brought back daring memories and darling one.

Like when Tony was born

Or Hank’s only kid was brought into the world

And for better or worse, seeing Miss Margaret Carter in and out of hospital for different occasions. Some were good like the birth of her children and others were odder cases like an injury or two.

Today, it was a hospital but other people like to called a nursing home.

The nursing home has been brighter more days than not, having new paint jobs done and welcoming decorations put up during special events. Especially a simple well designed holiday.

Plus it helped that the people working there were kind young folk like himself, aside from the adults in their 30s and 40s.

He made his way holding up a beauty of a bouquet filled with daisies and a small little teddy bear holding a heart. He knew it was cheesy but anything to put a smile on the lady he was going to see.

His lady.

The founder of the very organization he sweetly applied to help protect.

The women who drive him nuts and who he loves to annoy just to see her crack a smile.

Mrs. Margaret Carter. Peggy. His Peg.

He knocked on the door, opening it with a soft smile saying, “Where’s my favorite lady? I sorta owe her a date night.”

“Aww my knight in shining armor.” She chuckled in her bed, her curls loosen and smile lines more promptly found, “Your a sap darling.”

“I know but you love me for it.”

“Sadly I do.”

“Sadly?!”

That caused Peggy to laugh at his reaction, patting the bed to sit down next to her. And he happily followed suit, lazily wrap an arm around her, smiling.

“How you doing, doll?” He asked with a soft grin, “Hit anyone lately?”

She playfully slapped his chest and grins, “No. I’m an angel here, they treat me right. I got chicken and white rice today. Yesterday it was Ham.”

“Oh lucky girl you can treated like royalty. Can I stay with you? Technically I should be here with you.”

“No, you wouldn’t like it. You will get bored and impatient here, my darling. You’re time will come, I promised.”

“Nah babe, I kinda stopped looking to see what happened and how I can fix everything.”

“You know, our very own godson suggested you drive off a bridge and see what happened for science purposes once.”

“He’s trying to kill his old man with that scientific idea.”

The two of them laughed out loud at that. He handed her a glass of water, just in case she ended up with a coughing fit but he was lucky, she didn’t.

“How are your kids?” Jason asked with a smile.

“Oh Thomas is good, working on his degree and Lilly is working at the children’s hospital downtown today with her sister.” Peggy explained, “They called and talked for hours.”

“Aww.”

“I wish Tony called or visited me. I’ll pull him by the damn ear one of theses days, i don’t care if he’s grown!”

“Go ahead I ain’t stopping you! You’re his godmother.”

“…I miss this. I miss you, why do you come and see my more often? Like twice a month.”

He sighed, “I’m sorry, I will make it a habit to do so, I promise.”

“Good, because if it was the other way around..” She started but didn’t have to finish her sentence cause he knew.

“I know you would and I love you for it.”

“You Muppet…You know I was always fond of your sister.”

Over the years the older she got, Peggy developed this small habit to ending up randomly blurting out a comment which lead to a different perspective on things or a completely new conversation in general.

He never minded it. He loved it actually, since it showed her mind was still fired up with things to say and she would say her mind no matter what. Especially if it was a witty one hand comment or clever wording on a subject.

It was a good thing as well considering her Alzheimer’s made her forget things, faces and relive memories in her head. So seeing her ramble on a topic, made him smile, because it showed that she’s doing fine.

And due to him spending so much time around her and their friend group, he developed the odd but silly little habit too.

“Oh how so?” He questioned with a smile, surprised that she remembered Dottie that well but then again, she was a chancing point for the brunette.

“She had a special spunkiest to her that I adored.” She exclaimed, with a grin as if she’s looking into a memory, “Gorgeous, honestly a brilliant blonde and she was crazy about me.”

“Ohh really now?”

“Oh please as if you didn’t know. Dottie kept me on my toes and I would say there was a certain amount of chemistry there. She kissed me and it was unexpected but..I sorta liked it.”

He mocked gasped, “Margaret Carter! You shady lady. How long have you had theses thoughts about my sister?”

Peggy smirked, “She only ever asked to be interrogated by me and it made me feel impressed that she respected me.”

“You hated her!”

“But it was rather refreshing chance of cat and mouse between us!”

“She was obsessed with you.”

“And with good reason.”

“Margaret!”

“Hey! You like my friends. Angie was your favorite.”

“She’s was a peach, stubborn, playful and a little snappy. I liked it. But it’s my sister we’re taking about!”

“Oh hush! Let me have my fun memories.”

“Yes ma’am. Go ahead and keep those memories.”

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That’s when Peggy went into another memory that was sweet but stung a little for Jason.

Elizabeth Stark.

Howard’s sister and a love in his life.

Yes, he loved Angie and then Violet for plenty of years. But with her, it was different. Cozy even.

The one that got away from him, that he never got a chance to see if those feeling could actually take full force due to respect he had for brother.

Yes, him and Elizabeth over the years have sneaked off to test out a few short lived dates but it didn’t last long. Even a couple of shared kisses underneath the mistletoe during Christmas were made.

But he always assumed she liked other people in the end and he respected her too much to string her along. So he let her do her own thing and he went along to do his own.

Even though he lived together, raised their nephew under the same roof and saved one another life a plenty of times. They never actually got together, where marriage could’ve been involved one day.

But he did have a promise ring in which he gave her the day before they lost her. She died with that diamond wrapped around her finger and he was left with the tiny box.

And here was Peggy talking about her, as if she was still alive in front of them. It made him smile brightly that her spirt lived on forever.

“You love her?” She asked, resting her head on a pillow watching him pace the room for another glass of water.

He handed her a glass and nodded, “Of course i do. We both love her.”

“It hurts she went down that day…”

“I know Peg, but she still lives on in spirt.”

“..would you have married her?”

“I..”

“Grey.”

She used the nicknamed on him. His middle name is Grey, which is one of many nicknames people refer to him as such but Peggy used it catch his attention at times and she prefer it a lot more.

“Grey.” She repeated with a soft smile, sipping her water.

“I think so.” He replied with a smile.

“Good. I want to be there as the maid of honor when it happens.”

“Maid of honor?”

“Well, I most definitely won’t be standing on your side of the alter, now would I?”

“You sounded so British right now, you know that?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment my darling.”

He grinned and shook his head, “You’re like the sister I never had.”

“You do have a sister.” She added with a grin.

“Did I stutter, Ms. Carter?”

“Oh. Well aren’t you cheeky today? I like it!”

“But I’m serious, you’re like a big sister to me.”

She smiled as she blushed, “Aw darling stop. No please go on, I didn’t think you thought of me that way. I assumed you did but never actually thought it would be confirmed.”

“Oh of course I have. Dottie never treated me like she should have, nor loved me a way a big sister should, leaving me in the dust to pick up the pieces but you didn’t.” He added with a smile.

“You know, after Micheal I never thought I would have anyone else.”

“Hmm.”

“But then you and Howard came along, I felt almost whole. You’re like the little brother, my mother never gave me because she thought two nutty children were enough!”

“Oh really?”

He couldn’t contain his laughter at her sudden choice of words at the end as she smiled laughing around, feeling sportful. She toss a pillow across his face to shut him up as she laughed smirking at the sight of spilled water all over his shirt.

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Yup they were like siblings, despite never actually saying the word out loud before until now. They didn’t have to say they acted like brother and sister, they just did. Every fight, every save, every argument they had and even the small moments between the built a united bond between the pair. Each hug, hand hold and even looks they shared meant more than words combined.

They lost many people over the years, either by death or losing touch due to some kind of issue. They have faced a lot together, she couldn’t imagine a world without Jason in it. After the war, Peggy felt lost and undersign by others, reduced to a lousy sectary or told she wasn’t much less than Captain America’s little lady.

A part of her almost believed it for some time until Howard, Elizabeth and Jason stepped in. 3 of the only people who believed in her at the time.

Yes she knew the three of them for a while but it was Jason who was working at the SSR alongside her with Mr. Jarvis, who fought to keep her on payroll. Encouraging her to keep going, fighting in restaurants together, saving each other’s skin and just having another person to talk to. She didn’t know she needed that at the time. Hell, when Jarvis wasn’t around, he cleaned up her wounds.

But Peggy wouldn’t lie about the times she wanted to punch the blonde for doing something stupid or saying something he shouldn’t have admitted in the first place. She even slapped him a couple of times over the years with a glare.

He would tease her about something like a crush saying she blushed and she would raise an eyebrow yelling, ‘I beg your pardon! I did not do such a thing.’ Or when they would mock each other’s accents in annoyance of the other person.

She didn’t even realized she had a goofy little grin on her face until Jason pointed it out. She rolled her eyes and smiled replying, “I was thinking about all the times you mocked me.”

“I never mocked you. Okay, maybe? Or twice..” He admitted chuckling knowing the truth to that query.

“You would mock me behind my back and I’ll always walk in and catch you.”

“It’s because you always had to make a point or worse run into danger.”

He mocked her English accent stupidly as she gasped, “Good lord man! I don’t sound like that.”

“Oh really? ‘Mr. Jarvis was with me. We’re completely fine!’, ‘I was merely getting the job done.’ Oh and my all time favorite, ‘I made a horrible decision. When’s lunch?’.”

“I hate you. I don’t sound like that and I never treated Jarvis like that!”

“You once came home and Jarvis was hit in the back with a dart, that knocked him out cold.”

“He was fine!”

“He was hilariously asleep and thought he was hallucinating ponies for the rest of the afternoon.”

“To be fair, for being my right hand he wasn’t the best for escaping targets..”

“He said and I quote, ‘Oh mummy it's the biggest horsey ever!’”

That got a real laugh out of Peggy as she remembered it so clearly, Jarvis was laying down on the couch with his eyes closed after saying, ‘Jarvelous!’ Then he fell right on the thick ground outside of the house, afterward they brought him inside to see if he was aright. Which he wasn’t.

Jason and Daniel questioned the situation saying she should’ve called for backup as she told them, ‘I did have back up. Mr. Jarvis was with me!’

Cue in, Jarvis lazily laying down on the couch pointing his finger muttering ever so clearly, ‘Oh mummy, it’s the biggest horsey ever!’

Jason couldn’t help but snorted as he got flashbacks of the memories in his head. Him and Peggy also remember the time Jarvis knocked over a two time Oscar nominee, Whitney Frost, with one of Howard’s precious car.

Elizabeth was just in shock as Howard looked out the window and yelled, ‘Jarvis, you just hit a woman with my car!’

‘I know, sir’ Edwin Jarvis said with a simple tone.

‘She’s a two-time Oscar nominee.’

‘Miss Frost is quite resilient. She’s fine. Trust me.’

He laughed remembering the look that Elizabeth and Peggy shared conveying shock but with a mix of pride towards the accident. They were all almost sued for it though but then again the women caused them so many issues and she basically killed her husband. With was also deemed as Jarvis’ revenge on the same women who came to their home and shoot his wife—Ana Jarvis lived of course, with a few minor yet sad complications to her surgery—but still!

Everything was fine after that, she was put always for good for her insane behavior and things slowly went back to normal for a while.

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Jason and Peggy spent the rest of the day together in her hospital room chatting, drinking gentle coffees and snacking on the fruits that were served to her room. On occasion, a call from friends or relatives would appear to be made, but it wasn’t immediately apparent what was being said over the phone.

The two of them even stayed in peaceful silence as they watched whatever was available on the tv screen.

All in all, it was nice.

They may be old enough and oddly fit for this position in the universe but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[judyprincess]

Avengers Fanfiction A03

Hello, dear readers! Along with working on a fanfic about the infamous Logan, I've decided to upload a new fanfic featuring our beloved Avengers.

In this fanfic, the Avengers' story is rebooted in an alternate reality starting in 2012. The introduction of a new Avenger (my female OC) changes the course of past events and will alter the future as well.

Here’s a screenshot of the story:

In this fanfic, we’ll dive deeper into the time Steve and Natasha spent in Washington during The Winter Soldier, with my female OC. The story will include new missions that develop the relationships between the characters, as well as how Loki’s scepter ended up in HYDRA's hands. We'll also see what went on in Avengers Tower before the battle against Ultron, focusing on their missions and how they coexisted, showing a more domestic side of the Avengers and their relationships. There will be sex, +18 content, violence, torture scenes, romance between characters, drama, and additional mythology from another culture brought in by the female OC. Of course, key events will change due to the presence of this new Avenger.

We’ll explore her interactions with all the Avengers, but she will lean romantically toward one over time.

This version flows smoothly in English while maintaining the meaning of your original post.

The fanfic will also feature illustrations drawn by me, representing various scenes and special covers of the Avengers and my OC in my own style. I hope you enjoy it and give it a read!

[braveclementine]

The Clones

Warnings: 18+readersonly, blood kink, period sex, pet names, Captain kink, slight little, fingering, smut, fluff

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

Every Avenger had been in the common room except for Elizabeth, Penny, Clint, Sam, Loki, Trang, Violetta, Ghaida, and Natasha. All of the rest of them were lounging on the couches and the armchairs, curled up together. 

Some of them were talking to each other, others were watching the Jack Hannah show on the television. The babies were all asleep in the nursery that Tony had built for them and completed about a month ago. The baby monitors were set up on the coffee table, all of them turned on just in case. The nursery was only a room over anyways and with some of them having super hearing, everything was in great hands. 

Katya had given birth two days ago and was relaxing in T'Challa's arms, half asleep. Her little boy, who she had named Lan Jr. after his father, was the cutest little thing. Elijah half felt like he was looking at his dead best friend when he stared at him. But Elijah couldn't love him any less than that. 

Since he was so new, he was in the room with them, tucked protectively in Katya's arms. T'Challa was very quiet, smiling at their new son. Elijah had always loved the Avengers like a family and he had loved all of the kids like his own. But sometimes, even he was still surprised that all of the Avengers had really accepted the kids as their own as well. 

For him, it was just that all of the women giving birth were his friends first. But he was glad for what this chapter of life was bringing. 

He was reading the message from Violetta when he felt the strange tingle in his body. His normal body heat seemed to suddenly reduce and he looked up, but then stopped as he suddenly couldn't move a muscle. Only his eyes now as Elizabeth stepped into the room. 

Everyone was looking up and at the same spot, whether by design or just chance, Elijah wasn't sure. 

He knew immediately that it wasn't Elizabeth, even though it looked like her. The eyes were different, almost black instead of brown. Elijah wanted to say something, but his mouth wouldn't move either. 

"Well then, let's get started." Elizabeth purred. 

🏊‍♀️🤠 𝓉нᶤгｄ ｐ𝐎ש- Ŝн𝐈𝒇𝓉𝓘𝕟ق Ⓜ️🪝

Elizabeth knocked all of the baby monitors off the table, some of them breaking, others just rolling to their unmoving feet. Tony and Bucky felt a mounting panic inside of them that they couldn't respond to since they couldn't move. Steve felt frustrated. Rhodey was confused. Stephen felt strange. 

Elizabeth placed some sort of hologram on the table and it light up. It came to show several cameras, maybe about fifty or so. Most of them were of all of their bedrooms- which were all pretty much empty except for three. 

Clint was in one, lounging on the bed. He looked to be asleep. 

Loki was in another, sitting up against the headboard of his bed, reading a book and using his magic while he read. 

Penny was in another one, leaning forwards. She had a newspaper on her bed and was painting her toenails either pink or red, Elijah couldn't see the colour from here. 

Trang was in another one, simply sitting at a desk, working on some sort of project. 

Suddenly, the door opened to one of the empty bedrooms and another Elizabeth walked in. She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, so Elijah knew that it wasn't her. Ever since Bucky had put her over the kitchen table, she had only worn dresses from that point forwards. 

The Elizabeth turned as though she was going to leave, but then paused and turned to the other door in the room, which was one that led to the bathroom. 

Elijah tried to take note of whose bedroom it was so that he knew who was in there. It definitely wasn't Elizabeth's, hers was empty on the cameras. Nor was it Tony or Thors. 

The door opened and Sam came out, jumping a little when he saw her. Then he grinned, "Hey sug-" 

His words were cut off and Bucky let out a choked sound as the Elizabeth shoved a knife between his ribs, smiling all the while. Sam staggered, falling to his knees, his face open wide in shock. He pushed backwards on his hands, gritting his teeth as the Elizabeth just stood there. 

"Clone 1400 target down." The Elizabeth in the room said in an earpiece and then pressed a button on the tablet she was holding. The clone of Elizabeth in the room suddenly seemed to melt like wax and Sam hollered, pushing back more. 

Sam managed to get to his feet long enough to grab his phone and collapse on the bed. Steve's phone started ringing in his pocket and Steve had tears streaming down his face as he wasn't able to answer. Bucky's phone started ringing next and when he too didn't pick up, Sam cursed, blood pouring through his fingers. 

Tony's phone was next and then Stephen's. Bruce's, who was green around the eyes but didn't seem able to Hulk out. 

Sam collapsed on his side and was still. 

The door in Clint's room opened next and Katya whimpered as another Elizabeth clone came into the room. Clint didn't even open his eyes, until she was climbing on the bed. Clint grinned, "Hey little bird." 

Elijah waited, but the Elizabeth clone didn't do anything, just staring at the floor. 

"Little bird?" Clint asked, sitting up and reaching out for her hand. Tears rolled down her face and she turned to him. 

"I'm not her." She whispered. Clint frowned. "I'm a clone and-" 

"Clone 1465 is defective." The Elizabeth in the room said stoically and pressed the button. 

Clint flew backwards, cracking his head on the wall in his haste to get away as the clone melted in a puddle. Clint's entire body was still as a live wire and then he leapt off the bed, racing out the door. 

Loki was next, but he didn't greet the Elizabeth, looking at her with penetrating eyes. "What are you?" He finally asked, getting off the bed, skirting around her. 

"That hurt." Elizabeth snarked and then lunged at him with a sword. Loki dodged out of the way in time, before creating his own sword out of green mist. The two of them fought ferociously. Elijah noted several times that Loki could have killed her, but didn't. 

Finally, Loki knocked her off her feet and put the sword to her throat. "You're not her, are you?" 

The Elizabeth clone tried to get up, but Loki wouldn't let her, "Answer me!" 

Elijah was surprised at Loki's reaction. 

"You know, you stall to much." The Elizabeth snapped as a second one came into the room. Loki didn't have enough time to turn and protect himself, but it didn't matter. The clone never made it, as an arrow pierced its' neck. 

Loki took a step backwards as Clint slid into the room, throwing a knife into the second ones' neck. 

"What did you do?" Loki snapped. 

"They're clones." Clint said. "C'mon. Kat isn't answering her phone and I'm worried." 

They were occasionally seen, throwing open every door to make sure. Clint found Sam, who hadn't moved in a long time. 

"Sammy?" Clint asked, climbing on the bed, trying to find a pulse. "LOKI IN HERE!" 

Loki ran into the room as well, immediately starting to heal Sam. "Get him water, NOW!" 

Clint ran to the bathroom, filling a cup and came back, trickling it down Sam's throat. 

Elijahs' attention now moved to the lab where Trang got up from the chair, putting a hand against her stomach. She bumped into the computer at the side, which turned on and Trang turned to look at it. Whatever was on it, interested her enough to grab her phone. Tony's phone started to ring again. 

Then Stephen's phone. Elijah started to feel his phone start vibrating in his hand. But his thumb wouldn't move to swipe it. 

"COME ON!" Trang shouted, calling another person. And then, "Elizabeth, the spy. I need you to-Elizabeth? Elizabeth?!" 

Trang looked at her phone and then snapped out, "F.R.I.D.A.Y. where is Elizabeth?" 

She turned and then a gunshot rang out and Trang stumbled, falling to the ground. 

Tony's panic shot through the roof and Tony saw Loki put a hand against his tattoo. Clint looked at him. Sam was coming around slowly. 

"Loki?" 

"Tony. . ." Loki murmured. "Stay with him." Loki raced from the room. 

Tony waited to see some sort of clone walk over to Trang, but it wasn't a clone. It was Riri, holding a gun in her hand. 

"Riri. . ." Trang choked out, pushing herself up into a sitting position. The bullet wasn't in her stomach- which Tony wanted to thank the Lord for, but it was right by her heart. 

Riri looked at the computer and started to wipe it clean. "You're such a nuisance Tien. Taking Tony from me. You know, that's the only reason I really did this. I don't care about Elizabeth, but Sharon and I have suffered enough." 

Steve wanted to flinch as he worked out the connotation enough. Sharon must be the spy. Because of him. Because of Elizabeth and Penny. 

Riri advanced on Trang, kneeling before her. 

"Riri please." Trang begged. "You don't need to do this. You think Tony is going to love you if he finds out you killed his child?" 

Riri hesitated and it was enough hesitation before she was suddenly stabbed through the back and thrown to the side. Loki became visible again, kneeling in front of Trang. He scooped her up in his arms, setting her down on the table, starting to work over her. 

"Loki." Trang whimpered. 

"I've got you." Loki said firmly. "You're okay Trang. I've got you." 

"Targets 4 and 17 are in the Lab." Elizabeth said into the com. "Send asset 1765 and 1486 after the group." 

Tony felt relief seep through every fiber of his being and Loki reacted to it pleasantly. He looked up at the cameras. 

"They can see us." Loki told Trang. 

"What?" Trang mumbled as Loki dislodged the bullet and then started to heal her. 

"There's clones of Elizabeth and the others aren't answering their phones. They must be stuck, but they can see us in the cameras." Loki explained. 

"How do you know?" Trang mumbled. 

"Because I can feel Tony's emotions through the bonds." Loki said. "When you got shot, his fear skyrocketed. And now that you're okay, I can feel his relief." 

"Can all soulmates do that? I never felt anything from Jay." Trang said and Loki slowly helped her sit up. 

"Sometimes. It depends on the strength of the bond. It works particularly well with me because of my magic. Tony, Stephen, and Penny are the strongest of course, actually being my soulmates. But I can also feel Bucky, Fandral, Elizabeth, and Wanda too if the emotions they feel are strong enough. You and Rhodey are slowly getting there as well."

Trang smiled a little and then the two of them froze as ten Elizabeth clones entered the room. Loki immediately guarded Trang, a determined, resigned look on his face. 

"Oh." Trang whispered. "Clones." 

Loki closed his eyes, letting knives float in midair and then covered Trang's eyes as he simply killed all of them rather swiftly. 

Loki breathed in deeply, shakily. "C'mon, we need to-" 

"Loki!" 

A clone of Tony and Stephen ran into the room, frantically. Loki immediately relaxed and went to go to them, when he nearly doubled over in pain, grabbing Tony's tattoo again. 

"Loki-" 

"Don't." Loki said, holding his sword out now towards them. His hand was shaking just a little. 

"Bubs." Stephen said sternly and Loki flinched. 

"Prove it." Loki hissed. "Prove it's you." 

Stephen hesitated and Loki gripped his sword harder. Stephen shook his head, "The hard way then." 

Loki fought both of them, but Elijah knew his heart wasn't in it. And it probably wasn't helping that Tony and Stephen were both panicking internally and Loki was reacting to it. 

Loki finally pinned Tony and Stephen advanced towards Trang, who had watched the entire thing with wide eyes. Now Stephen pulled out a wicked looking knife, backing her into a corner. Trang pressed a button on her glasses, the nano-tech forming blasters. 

"Really a shame, you are quite pretty." Stephen smirked. Loki spun around, throwing the sword so that it went straight through the clones heart. Then Loki let out a yell as the Tony clone pinned him next, stabbing him through the shoulder with his knife. 

Trang raised her hands and blasted the Tony clone. It flew off, hitting the wall, and was still. 

"Loki?" Trang asked softly. Loki was just laying there, taking in huge breaths. Trang pulled out the weapon, trying to help Loki, who was reacting quite poorly. "Loki it's okay, they weren't real. Just clones." 

"I know." Loki said, pushing himself to his feet. He looked pale. "It's just. . . a lot." 

"We need to find the others." Trang said, taking him by the hand. Both of them raised their hands as Violetta ran into the room. 

"Okay what did I do?" Vi shouted, raising her hands defensively. "Do I look like Sharon?" 

"What?" Loki snapped while Trang raced forwards and hugged her tightly. 

"Oh thank god." Trang sighed. "Where are the others?" 

"I don't know." Vi shook her head. "Fury, Nat, and I just got back from SHIELD headquarters. Nat and Fury went up. Fury's off to find Elizabeth. Nat's going to find the others and let them know what's going on." 

"A bit late for that." Loki snarled with fury. 

The door to the roof suddenly opened and Elijah flicked his eyes up to see Elizabeth with Rue in her arms. Sharon was with her, her hand behind her back, holding a gun. 

Elizabeth spun, confusion on her face, "Where's Steve?" 

Sharon pulled the gun out and pointed it at her. "Sorry. I lied." 

Steve gritted his teeth while guilt and self-hatred fell on his shoulders. He should've done something about this. Something about Sharon. Should've noticed how desperate she was to get him back, but he hadn't thought she would do this. 

"Don't even try to use your powers." Sharon said, sounding almost bored. "I used a dampener on you. So, put Rue down and put your hands on your-" 

Elizabeth did put Rue down, but then lunged at Sharon, the two of them grappling for the gun. Sharon twisted, pinning Elizabeth at first, but Elizabeth knocked her elbow into her jaw and Sharon's head jolted backwards. Sharon was flipped onto her own back and Elizabeth punched her across the face. Sharon reached up with both hands, yanking Elizabeth's hair back so that she nearly did a backward roll in pain. 

Sharon punched her in the stomach and then kneed her in the face. Elizabeth couldn't roll away from the pain, thrashing in Sharon's hold. Sharon kicked her in the side and Elizabeth sprawled out on the roof. She tried pushing herself up but Sharon slammed her foot into her back. 

"God, I've wanted to do this for so long." Sharon snarled, keeping her foot pressed firmly on Elizabeth's back. "Every time Steve even looked at you I wanted to kill you. You had every male Avenger wrapped around your finger and you couldn't let one of them go, could you? Like half of them even care. Must be nice to just be an object to be used for their sexual gratification. But Steve? He was mine with actual love and you took him from me." 

Elizabeth coughed and muttered, "Can't have loved you that much." 

"You know." Sharon snarled. "If it wasn't for the fact that your mother is paying so much to get you back, even if it is to turn you into a Winter Soldier, I would just kill you right here. Picturing Steve's face the entire time I did it." 

"How romantic." Elizabeth retorted. 

Elijah snorted and was surprised the sound came out. 

The door to Penny's room opened and Elijah wanted to call out as Penny looked up and saw another Elizabeth there. Penny looked surprised and tilted her head as Elizabeth came nearer, getting up on the bed. Elijah was stunned when the Elizabeth clone suddenly started to kiss Penny. The nail polish spilled on the bed as Penny reacted enthusiastically. 

The clone in the community room sighed. "Another defective one." 

Elijah glared as the button was pressed and that Elizabeth melted as well. Penny shrieked, falling backwards off the bed. The melt of whatever the clones were made of covered her hands and the front of her body. 

Elijah's eyes flickered back up through the cameras. Sam and Clint were both fine, starting to leave the bedroom. Loki, Vi, and Trang were no where to be seen. Penny had rushed into her bathroom. Elizabeth was still on her stomach, Sharon bending down and keeping her held down. Rue was crying on the box that Elizabeth had originally set her down on. 

Sharon stood up, approaching the baby. Bucky's stomach turned, not wanting the evil woman anywhere near his daughter. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out and Sharon yelled, grabbing her side as Elizabeth rolled away. 

Nick Fury kept his gun trained on Sharon as she laid on the roof. She sneered as Elizabeth backed away, strapping Rue into the baby carrier safely. 

"You know, I think I'm actually a little hurt." Nick replied sardonically. "Really trusted you Agent Carter. I wonder how Aunt Peggy would feel." 

"She'd understand." Sharon spat. "She would've done it too." 

Steve's stomach churned at the thought. He couldn't imagine Peggy doing something like this. She had just been happy that he was alive and she wanted the best for him. She wasn't anything like Sharon. 

"Right." Fury snarked. There was a cold fury inside of him, in his eyes. 

"Step away from the controls." Another voice said, inside of the room. Elijah would've jumped if he could've. 

Natasha stepped out, her gun pointed at the clones head. 

"I don't really care if you kill me." the clone smirked. "I'm due for meltdown in twenty minutes anyways. But in the meantime, I might as well take down as many of your lovers as possible. Let's start with the other red head." 

Elizabeths' clone immediately had a gun to Wandas' forehead. Wanda couldn't do anything nor could Vision or Pietro, who were on either side of her. Everyone was just frozen like statues. 

"Or, put the gun down Natalia." Elizabeth said, "And go sit on Elijah's lap. You're all free in twenty minutes anyways." 

Nat put the gun down on the table and made her way over, gingerly sitting on his lap. He could feel her, but he also couldn't in a way. Nat squeezed his frozen hand. 

The clone let the cameras disappear so that it was just the one on the roof. A helicopter flew into frame and both Nick and Elizabeth had to dive as bullets started raining down on the roof. Sharon rolled out of the way, her back pressed up against the generator. One of them had to hit Nick through the box, because blood started pooling around the side of the crate. 

Lucinda jumped down from the helicopter and Elizabeth stood her ground in front of her. 

Elizabeth was confused, concerned, and hurt. She was terrified for Rue and Nick. Nick hadn't emerged from the box and there was blood on the concrete. Viden was telling her that the woman in front of her was her mother. But she didn't remember her and she wasn't scared of her. 

"Time to go Elizabeth. Let's end this now." Lucinda said softly. "If you'd like, we can even grab Barnes and bring him with us. A happy super soldier family of three. You, Bucky, and your daughter." 

"Sorry, but that leaves out like twenty other people that I love." Elizabeth snapped. "And you're evil." 

"That's harsh." Lucinda hummed. "I'm no different from Bucky or Loki or any of your other murderous lovers." 

"Shut up." Elizabeth snarled. 

"I'm your mother, show me some respect." Lucindas' eyes finally flared. Elizabeth stood her ground. She knew she needed to get to Nick so that she could save his life. But her water powers had been dampened, so she could only fight with her hands. 

Lucinda's eyes flickered to where Rue was crying in her baby carrier. Elizabeth's protective instincts immediately kicked in, lunging and blocking Lucinda from getting to the carrier first. 

"Not even going to let me hold my granddaughter?" Lucinda asked, seeming hurt. Elizabeth was still uncertain if this woman was serious or not. And for once, Viden was staying quiet on her thoughts. 

"Oh yeah, I'm sure you love her." Elizabeth hissed. "And then you'd turn her into a Winter soldier the first chance you got." 

"It's a longer time to live." Lucinda sighed. "Wouldn't you want your daughter to have immortality? So you don't have to outlive her and watch her die? So that her father doesn't have to watch her die? All your lovers? Immortality is a gift, E." 

"I'm not immortal either." Elizabeth snapped. 

"Sure you are." Lucinda said. "You're half Asgardian." 

Thor felt shock run through him. He wondered who her mother or father was. He wished he could move, wished he could call on his lightning, but he was a frozen as the others, unable to move an inch. 

"What?" Elizabeth asked, now surprised. Sharon was pushing herself back up to her feet behind Lucinda, looking staggered. "What do you mean?" 

"Your father had a second soulmate that he met before me." Lucinda said. "They had a daughter- you." 

"How old am I?" Elizabeth demanded. "Whose my mother?" 

"I can answer all of those questions, just come with me." Lucinda said, holding her hand out like a peace offering. "I can tell you your whole past. I can give you your memories back. Just come with me." 

Elizabeth looked at Lucinda's hand and was tempted. She wasn't sure why she felt so tempted. How could this woman even give her her memories back if Wanda couldn't? This woman couldn't be more powerful than Wanda was. But still. . . there was a strange urge to take her hand. To agree. 

The door to the roof suddenly burst open and Loki tackled Sharon, who was about to pick up Rue. Sharon and him started to wrestle on the ground as she tried to get her gun in a place where she could shoot him. Nick still hadn't emerged. She needed to act now to save them. 

Penny came tearing into the common room, skidding to a stop at the sight in front of her. Clint felt a jolt of shock, seeing Elizabeth reach out and take her mothers hand. The clone Elizabeth in the room even seemed a little surprised. 

Penny watched as her father pushed himself up from behind the box, holding his stomach. At the same time, Elizabeth suddenly yanked her arms backwards and then pushed at her mother, sending her over the edge of the tower. 

And then, Elizabeth suddenly was stumbling backwards towards the edge. Loki turned, running for her at the same time she fell backwards into the air. Their fingers swiping each other as she fell into nothingness. Her mother had grabbed her hair and taken her with her. 

Buckys' entire soul felt like it had shattered into pieces. Loki was still laying where he was and Nick had knocked Sharon unconscious. He'd sank with his back to the boxes, his eyes rimmed red as he shed tears for Elizabeth. 

"And that's that." The Elizabeth clone said, turning off the computer. She walked over to the window. "Time for us all to die." 

She didn't make it far as suddenly, her body was encased in orange smoke. Her eyes started to turn whiter and whiter until they exploded like hot eggs. Smoke poured from her mouth until it formed a sphere in mid air. There were five different coloured sections of the orb and they shattered apart, the clone and everything turning into flakes and drifted to the floor. 

Ghaida was in the back of the room, floating in midair. Her eyes were a bright orange, but they turned back to the normal brown colour as she settled back on the ground. 

The. . . well whatever had been holding all of them down freed them. Thor was immediately on his feet, hugging Ghaida. The others moved at a much slower pace though, still completely shaken by what they had seen. 

And how they were going to deal with the loss. 

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Mysterious Cafe Meet Up

Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader || Meet Cute Fluff

Genre: fluff, meet-cute

Notes: I think that Bucky would definitely have a typewriter and carry it everywhere

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Writing was a new-found outlet for the man, the myth, the Winter Solider, James Barnes. Writing once when he was alone on his mission a few years ago was a great outlet to focus on himself. The writing was a great center point for him while he was still adjusting to the new age, the new wave of it all. It was like a wave crashing on him, onto the man whose soul was still back in his time. Typing on his typewriter, which he found in a thrift store, was bliss for Bucky, reminded of the oh-so-familiar rusty click sounds of the letters.

The typewriter was mainly used to annoy people around him who just decided to drink from his white non-branded mug on the left top shelf, third from the right side. This person just knew what tore Bucky's strings, you know who I mean. Sam… Sam and Bucky had hate-a-little-bit-of-friendship, and if Sam drank from Bucky's cup, Bucky would type loudly on the typewriter. Each sip=each letter. To somehow even the Plainfield.

Sam enjoyed the annoyance of bothering Bucky so much so that Bucky had gotten writer's block from Sam's constant mug-stealing and illegal sipping.

'Sam, what the hell! Can you not!' Bucky looked at his friend/enemy, hoping that his brain would stop where he was creating the story. 'This is my time! And that is my mug...no, don't take another sip. No!'

Sam chortles at the soldiers' antics, seeing it more so as a diminutive kid throwing a tantrum just because someone took his cup.

'I didn't know that your panties were in a bunch because of this.' Sam finishes his sentence with a sip.

Bucky stands up, keen to take back his cup, but his gaze fails as he looks back to his typewriter, saying a claimant and sharp 'No!' Bucky's brain shortcuts the idea and writing, fleeing away.

'I hope you are happy, bird brain. I just lost my trail of thought.'

taking his typewriter, he walks to Sam, stopping to say, 'If I didn't like this typewriter, I would hurl it in your face.'

'Go touch some grass, Barnes. You have been here the last 4 days.' Sam says, tapping Bucky's shoulder as he takes a sip walking into the kitchen to make himself another cup of coffee.

Walking out into the city, Bucky feels the people's stares, glances, and just plain rude stares at the man.

Yeah, yeah, judge me. As if seeing a man carrying a typewriter is something odd, but when another person walks into the city with a bat outfit, and they are normal, please!

Walking into the central square park, next to it was a cafe offering a cozy place enveloped with flowers growing across the walls, terrace, and chairs, exuding an ethereal presence. A magnifying pull encapsulates him, and Bucky sees himself sitting on the patio.

'What would you like to drink?' A voice asks him, dainty and cheerfully

Bucky looks to his side to see the owner of the voice; turning around to see a lady, a gorgeous lady, an astonishingly cute woman who---

'Would you like to order something to drink, sir?' she asks again, examining him with doe eyes filled with curiosity and patience.

'Uhm--uhh, so pretty.' Bucky mumbles, looking at her

losing the ability to speak, he looks at the menu, standing on the table, opens it, and points to a drink just to get the ball rolling.

'You would like the Vanilla Ice Cream Mocha with Double Unicorn Sprinkles?' she asks, jotting down the order on her paper as she waits for him to confirm it.

'Yes.' he voices, ensuring with a nod.

The lady walks away, and Bucky looks back at the menu, smiling. His gaze halts as he looks at the picture of the drink he 'wanted.'

Vanilla Ice Cream Mocha with Double Unicorn?! My goodness, that is a mouthful just to say it let alone drink it.

Looking behind him to see the bar, the lady making the drink as she chatted with her coworkers, one of them seeing Bucky's gaze on the lady. Her coworker whispers to her, making her blush. Bucky looks back, feeling a ping of butterflies in his brain.

What should I do? I really want to impress her... I know I'll place the writer on the table. Quick! I can hear her footsteps, type something, anything. Act cool! Be cool, James!

Placing the confectionery drink near his hand, the youthful lady says, 'Enjoy!'

In an instant, a wave of enthusiasm washes over Bucky as he looks at her, saying proudly, 'Just the drink I need to get me going on my writing.'

'You write?' She asks curiously

Bucky leans back into the garden chair, saying ever so subtly, 'Yes, I have written a few good books, and now I am on my 4th one.'

'Oh, wow, I wish I was a writer. A lot of great writers always have the best personal stories to tell. But most of the time, when I start writing, I get terrible writer's block, and by the time it clears up. I forget what I want to write about. But my best friend, he is a great writer.'

She looks at him with a soft smile on her face, her eyes radiating comfort. 'And what does your friend do when he has writer's block?'

'He always says that writing about your personal story, that way you can make peace with your past by writing and learning from it.'

Bucky smiles, the butterflies bubbling in his veins, coursing in his body, wanting more of this interaction.

'Anyways, I have to get back. Enjoy your drink.' The lady leaves, and Bucky just can't help but to smile to himself, almost giggling like a schoolgirl at the innocent interaction.

As he looks back at his typewriter, Bucky chugs down the drink. And stands up with his typewriter in his hand. Walking in to pay for his drink, he is welcomed by the coworker's friend.

'Hello. I would like to pay for my drink.'

'Of course. That would be 5.20$.'

Bucky hands her the money leaving a generous tip. 'Can you also thank your friend for the writing advice.'

The friend smiles, nodding, and Bucky asks one more question, 'I don't want to sound like a creep, I am really not, but what is her name?'

'Y/n. The name is Y/n.' The lady in question walks to the counter, smiling at the soldier. 'And what is your name?' She asks

'James. But my friends call me Bucky.'

'My friend also has a friend called James.'

'Small world.' He grins

Y/n leans to the side, seeing a newly formed line of customers waiting. Getting the memo, Bucky bids the ladies farewell as he walks back home.

Returning to his shared apartment, Bucky sat at the dining table with his typewriter and started to write using his personal past to remove the writer's block. The apartment door opens as Sam walks in, seeing Bucky typing diligently. Bucky greets him with a nod as Sam grabs the same mug from later today. Bucky simply glances at his cup but continues to type, the clicking sounds filling the apartment. Bucky finishes the last page, typing out

I want to meet her again.

Sam grins at Bucky as he walks into the kitchen to grab another mug.

'You got over your mug tantrum?'

Bucky chuckles and shrugs at the notion. Sam looks at his phone as it buzzes an incoming call for Captain America.

'Sorry, I have to take this. It's my friend.'

Bucky acknowledged and walks away into his room, hearing Sam talking

'Hey, Y/n. How was your day?'

Bucky froze, not believing which name he heard. Turning around, he catches Sam's all-knowing gaze.

'Oh, and what did that Bucky look like?' Sam chortles, seeing Bucky near closer and closer

'Well, by the sounds of it, that Bucky guy sounds like a creep. Especially the ones that say, "I am definitely not a creep"... I need to go, darlin', but I'll call ya later. Bye!'

Hanging up, Sam falls on the floor as Bucky tackles him.

'I am not a creep!'

Hope you liked it!

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[buckyssoldat]

Chapter 53: Desire

Warnings: smut, strong language, alcohol abuse, agression/confrontation, depression, violence/harassment, grief

A/N: This is part of my series, Forsaken - The Fallen Soldier. If you wanna be tagged in this, just send me an ask or a message. Feedback is always appreciated, don’t be shy to share your thoughts on this :)

Closer I get

Can you resist?

It's relentless

It's why

It had been a year since the Snap. Despite still grappling with the profound loss and devastation brought by Thanos’s actions, Alice tried to rebuild her life and forge a new path. She started working in a small coffee shop that was near her apartment.

Her days were always the same – wake up, work for eight hours, go home, sleep, repeat it all over again. It was a boring routine, but it brought her some kind of comfort and sense of purpose. Having a routine was good for her, but she would occasionally fall off the wagon – getting drunk and crying until the early hours of morning was something that happened at least once a month.

Those nights when she felt helpless and depressed usually consisted of the same thing – it was either drinking in her apartment, or going out to a club, flirt with someone and then bring them home for a night of meaningless sex. It wasn’t healthy, but at least it helped forget everything, even if it was just for a few hours.

Luckily for her (or not), no one from the team had tried to contact her during all those months. Not even Steve or Natasha. That shocked her to a certain point, but then she also realized that she didn’t try to contact any of them. Maybe it’s better this way, she always tried to reassure herself, but the truth was, she missed them. She missed everyone that was gone and everyone that was still alive, but she felt as if there was nothing she could do to change it. Sure she could pick up the phone and call them, or even swing by the compound, or Steve’s apartment, but pride got in her way. Maybe in a few weeks she would call them.

As Alice wiped down the counter, a man stormed into the coffee shop. As soon as he saw her, his face twisted with anger. He marched up to the counter, his steps heavy with purpose and slammed his fist down with a loud thud.

��It’s you!” he exclaimed, pointing a finger at Alice. “You’re one of them, aren’t you? One of those Avengers who failed to stop Thanos!”

Alice froze, taken aback by the sudden hostility. For all those months she had been working at the coffee shop, no one had recognized her, of if someone did, never said anything about it.

“I… I’m sorry, sir,” she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest. “I’m really sorry…”

“It’s because of you that my wife and daughter are gone!” he screamed at her. As the man’s accusations pierced through her, Alice’s heart sank, the weight of his words heavy on her shoulders. “I lost everyone I love!”

She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she met his gaze with a mixture of sadness and defeat. “I’m sorry,” Alice said softly, her voice filled with sorrow. “You’re right,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was an Avenger. And I can’t help but feel responsible for what happened.”

The man’s eyes widened in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected her to admit to her guilt. But Alice refused to hide from the truth, refused to deny the weight of the burden she carried.

“I fought alongside my friends, alongside people who were willing to sacrifice everything to save the world, alongside the man I loved,” she continued, her voice trembling with emotion. “But no matter how hard we tried, no matter how many battles we fought, we couldn’t stop Thanos. And now… now half of the universe is gone because of it. I understand how you feel and I’m really sorry, sir.” As she spoke, she could feel the weight of the man’s accusations begin to lift, replaced by a newfound understanding.

But instead of softening, the man’s expression hardened, his anger burning bright in his eyes.

“Understanding won’t bring them back,” he said, his voice cold and unforgiving. “Apologies won’t change what’s been done. You may have been a hero once, but now… now you’re nothing but a failure.”

Alice flinched at his words, feeling the sting of his condemnation like a knife to her heart.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m so sorry…”

But the man turned away, his back rigid with anger and sorrow. And as Alice watched him go, a tear slipped down her cheek, carrying with it the weight of her regrets. She knew she couldn’t undo the past, couldn’t change what had been done. All she could do was carry the burden of her failures, and pray that someday, somehow, she would find a way to make things right.

As soon as Alice’s shift was over, she quickly said goodbye to her colleagues and left. She couldn’t forget the pain and anger that man felt earlier that day. No matter how hard she tried to focus on her job, his words remained on her brain, like an echo. She knew what would help her take her mind off those troubles – a night of going out, heavy drinking, and maybe meaningless sex. She wanted to feel nothing, at least for one night.

As soon as she arrived at her apartment, she took her work clothes off and put on a tight black dress with spaghetti straps that showed her cleavage. After putting on some black heels, she grabbed a bottle of Asgardian liquor, something that she mixed with the drinks she ordered at the bars to help her get drunk quicker.

Once she was at ‘Tooker Alley’ in Brooklyn, she made her way to the stools in front of the bar.

“Hey Rina,” she greeted the bartender, whom she already knew from her nights of drinking.

Rina glanced up from polishing a glass, a knowing look in her eyes as she saw Alice approach. “Hey Alice,” she replied with a half-smile. “The usual tonight?”

Alice nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, hit me with something strong, Rina. I desperately need it tonight.”

With a word, Rina reach for the whiskey, pouring a generous amount into a glass before sliding it over to her. Alice then poured some of her Asgardian liquor. “Rough day?”

Alice sighed, taking a sip of the drink. “I guess you could say that,” she muttered, her gaze distant as she stared into the golden liquid. “I don’t get into it right now.”

Rina nodded in understanding, her gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before she turned to tend to another customer down the bar.

Alone with her thoughts, Alice let herself drown in the numbing embrace of the alcohol, letting it wash away the guilt and sorrow, if only for a little while. She knew it wasn’t a solution, knew it wouldn’t fix anything, but at that moment, she just needed a break from it all.

“Is this seat taken?”

She turned to see Steve Rogers standing there, a small smile on his face. Surprise flashed through her eyes, quickly followed by a mix of emotions – joy, sadness, longing – all swirling together.

“Steve…” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, as if unsure whether he was real or just a figment of her imagination.

He took her silence as an invitation and slid onto the stool beside her. “Mind if I join you?”

Alice shook her head, still trying to process his sudden appearance. They hadn’t seen or spoken to each other for over a year. “No, not at all. I just… I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Steve chuckled softly, a melancholic look in his eyes. “Funny how life works sometimes, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Alice agreed, her heart pounding in her chest. “Funny.”

They sat in silent for a few minutes, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between them. It had been so long since they last saw each other, since they had a huge fight.

“Look, I just wanna say I’m sorry,” Steve finally said, breaking the silence. “I took things too far last time. You didn’t deserve it.”

Alice looked at him, surprised by his apology. “Yeah, it was rough. But I was stubborn, too. You were just looking out for me, and I pushed you away, like I always do.”

Steve nodded, a remorseful expression softening his features. “I know I can be overprotective sometimes, especially when I’m worried about some I care about. But that’s no excuse for the way I acted. I should have listened to you instead of trying to force my own opinions onto you.”

Alice reached for her drink, swirling the liquid in her glass. “And I should have been more open with you, Steve. I should have let you in instead of shutting you out. I’m sorry too.”

Silence settled between them once more, heavy with the weight of their past mistakes and regrets. But there was also a hint of something else – a flicker of hope, perhaps, that they could move past their differences and find a way to reconcile.

“I miss you, Steve,” Alice admitted quietly, her voice tinged with sadness. “I miss having you by my side.”

A pang of longing shot through Steve’s chest at her words, the memory of their time together flooding his mind. “I miss you too, Alice,” he confessed. “More than you know.”

For a moment, they simply sat there, lost in their own thoughts, their hearts heavy with the weight of what could have been. But then Steve reached out and took her in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Maybe it’s not too late for us, Alice,” he said softly, his eyes searching hers with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. “Maybe we can find a way to move forward, together.”

Alice met his gaze, her heart fluttering in her chest at the prospect of a second chance. “I’d like that,” she whispered, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I’d like that a lot. I miss my best friend.”

Steve’s heart sank when he heard her say ‘best friend’. He thought he was being obvious telling her that he missed her more than she knew. He thought she realized what he meant with that but guess not.

As Alice saw the disappointment in Steve’s eyes, she cursed herself. Maybe she said something that made Steve feel uncomfortable. But she couldn’t let this moment slip away without trying to salvage their friendship.

“Steve,” she began, her voice soft but determined. “I know we’ve both made mistakes, and I know things won’t be easy. But I don’t want to lose you again. You mean a lot to me.”

Steve’s expression softened, a glimmer of hope returning to his eyes. “Alice…”

“You’re my best friend, Steve,” she continued, her voice steady. “You’re the person I care the most about in the world and I love you.”

His breath caught his throat, the weight of her words sinking in. “You do?”

“Of course I love you,” she replied with a smile. “You’re my best friend, my person.”

“Oh,” Steve said with a sad tone that he tried to hide. “I love you too, Alice.”

“Good. So, how about we lighten the mood a bit?” she suggested.

Alice motioned to Rina and ordered a round of drinks, making sure to pour a bit of Asgardian liquor in each drink. As they sipped their whiskeys and chatted, Alice subtly encouraged Steve to have another, and then another, until a warm buzz settled over them both.

With Steve’s inhibitions lowered, Alice saw her change to suggest something a little more adventurous, something she always wanted to do with him. “How about we leave this place and go to a club to dance the night away?” she proposed, her voice laced with enthusiasm.

Steve’s smile faltered slightly, uncertainty flashing in his eyes. “I don’t know, Alice. Going to a club… it’s not really my scene.”

“Come on, Steve,” she urged, her tone playful. “Just this once, please! It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Steve hesitated for a moment longer, his gaze searching hers. But then, with a resigned sigh, he relented. “Alright, Alice. For you.” He didn’t know if it was the alcohol coursing through his veins, or his feelings for Alice that made him accept go to a club, something he had never done before.

A spark of excitement ignited in Alice’s chest as she took his arm in hers, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. “Great! You won’t regret it, I promise!”

Alice led the way out of the bar and into the night, hopeful that this adventure would be just what they needed to rebuild their friendship and find happiness once more.

As they entered the club, the thumping bass and flashing lights engulfed them. Alice couldn’t contain her excitement as she led Steve to the bar, her anticipation palpable.

“Let’s grab a drink,” Alice suggested, her voice barely audible over the music.

Steve nodded in agreement, relieved for the chance to ease into the club scene. They found an empty spot at the bar and ordered their drinks, the clinking of glasses and chatter of the crowd enveloping them.

With their drinks in hand, Alice turned to Steve with a grin. “Here’s to new beginnings,�� she said, raising her glass in a toast.

Steve smiled at her. “To new beginnings,” he echoed, clinking his glass against hers before taking a sip.

The warmth of the alcohol spread through them, loosening their inhibitions. Alice couldn’t wait to hit the dance floor, but as she glanced at Steve, she noticed a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

“You ready to dance?” Alice asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

Steve hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between Alice and the dance floor. “I’m not sure, Alice. I think it might be a bit too much for me.”

Alice chuckled, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. “Come on, it’s okay. No one’s gonna be looking at you.”

“I think I’ll just watch for now,” Steve admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Alice smiled understandingly, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. “That’s okay. You do you. I’ll be on the dance floor if you change your mind.”

With a parting smile, Alice moved away from Steve and onto the dance floor, her hips swaying to the rhythm of the music. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the pulsating beat as she danced with freedom.

Steve watched from the bar, his heart racing as he took in the sight of Alice dancing alone. She moved with a beauty and sexiness that mesmerized him, her energy infectious and intoxicating.

As the music swelled and the lights danced across her skin, Steve felt a warmth spread through him – a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol in his hand. He couldn’t tear his eyes from her, couldn’t deny the surge of admiration and desire that coursed through him.

Feeling a surge of determination and courage, Steve set his glass down and made his way onto the dance floor, his heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement. As he approached Alice, she turned to him with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Steve, you made it!” she exclaimed, reaching out to take his hand.

Steve returned her smile, his nerves momentarily forgotten in the warmth of her presence. “Couldn’t let you have all the fun,” he replied, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

As the music pulsed around them, Alice took Steve’s hand and placed it on her waist, guiding his other hand into position. Steve stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do next, until Alice let out a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, a hint of self-consciousness creeping into his voice.

Alice shook her head, her laughter infectious. “You, Steve! You dance like it’s the 40s!”

Steve felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, but before he could respond, Alice had already closed the distance between them, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer.

“Relax, Cap,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. “Just follow my lead.”

With Alice’s guidance, Steve found himself moving to the rhythm of the music, his body slowly loosening up as he surrendered to the moment. At first, he felt clumsy and out of place, but as Alice pressed her body against his, he began to find his rhythm, moving in sync with her with a newfound confidence.

“This is nice,” he said into her ear.

“Yeah, it’s very nice,” she replied to him, staring at his lips. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or if it was the loneliness, but she wanted to kiss Steve.

Suddenly, Alice leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his as she closed the distance between them in a gentle, passionate kiss. Steve’s heart skipped a beat as he responded eagerly, the warmth of her touch sending shivers down his spine.

As they kissed, a surge of electricity coursed through Steve’s veins, igniting a fire within him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. His hands instinctively found their way to Alice’s waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss.

Alice’s hands roamed over Steve’s back, her touch igniting a primal desire within him. As their bodies moved in sync with the music, their kiss grew more fervent, more passionate, until they were lost in a whirlwind of desire.

But just as Steve’s mind began to cloud with lust, Alice suddenly squeezed his ass, making him pull away from the kiss.

“That really is America’s ass,” she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Steve couldn’t help but laugh at her comment, the tension between them momentarily broken. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he replied, his voice tinged with amusement.

With a playful smile, Alice leaned in to kiss him once more, her lips tasting of whiskey. As the night wore on, their dance grew more intimate, their bodies pressed together as they moved as one.

Alice whispered in Steve’s ear, her voice husky with desire. “Do you wanna get out of here?” she asked, her lips brushing against his skin.

Steve’s heart raced at the suggestion, his mind buzzing with anticipation. “I’d like that,” he replied. “My place is just a few blocks away.”

With a shared smile, Alice took Steve’s hand in hers, leading him off the dance floor and out into the night. The cool air brushed against their skin as Alice and Steve walked hand in hand through the dimly lit streets. The silence between them was charged with anticipation, each step bringing them closer to Steve’s apartment.

As they reached his building, Steve fumbled with his keys for a moment before finally unlocking the door. He led Alice inside, the air thick with tension as they stepped into the warmth of his apartment.

Once inside, a sense of awkwardness settled over them, the weight of their desire hanging heavy in the air. Steve cleared his throat, breaking the silence as he offered Alice something to drink.

“Um, do you want something to drink? I have water, beer, uh, whiskey?” he stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Alice smiled reassuringly, her nerves matching his. “Water would be great, thanks,” she replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

As Steve disappeared into the kitchen, Alice took a moment to compose herself, her heart racing. She couldn’t believe she was there, in Steve’s apartment, about to spend the night with him. It felt so surreal that she started to question if it was a good idea to probably ruin her friendship with Steve just because she was lonely and horny. But that was something they would worry about the next day. Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she quickly took off her dress, leaving her only in a red lacy bra with matching panties.

When Steve returned, carrying two glasses of water, his breath caught in his throat, and he almost dropped the glasses on the floor. Alice was wearing only her underwear, her skin glowing in the soft light of the apartment.

Steve’s eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks flushing with heat as he tried to tear his gaze away, which seemed to be impossible at that moment. As he set the glasses down on the coffee table before sinking onto the couch beside her, Alice seemed unfazed.

“Here you go,” he said, handing her a glass of water.

“You okay over there, Steve?” Alice asked him with a grin, her gaze fixed on his groin.

Steve grabbed his glass with trembling hands, his mind reeling with desire. “It’s, uh, it’s… Uh, I’m sorry,” he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alice grabbed his hands and made him put down the glass on the coffee table. She then leaned in closer, her lips hovering just inches from his.

“Shall we continue what we were doing back at the club?” she whispered while brushing her lips against his.

Steve didn’t answer her. Instead, he put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him, kissing her passionately.

“You’re way too overdressed,” she murmured between kisses as she started to unbutton his shirt. They stopped kissing for Steve to take off his shirt and throw it away somewhere in the living room. Alice kissed his neck and then all the way down to his abs, making Steve’s breath hitch.

He pushed her down on the couch, lying on top of here while they continued kissing. Alice finally made the first move – she unbuckled his belt and put her right hand inside his boxers, feeling his throbbing member around her hand. She wrapped her hand around it, slowly moving it up and down.

Steve let out a loud moan, which made Alice want him even more. But just as the flames of desire threatened to consume him, Steve pulled away. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” he whispered, his voice husky with lust.

With a shared smile, they rose from the couch and made their way to the bedroom, their hands intertwined.

Once they got there, Alice pushed Steve onto the bed and got on top of him. They continued to passionate kiss each other, while she tried to take off his pants at the same time. Sensing her frustration, Steve helped her get his pants off. She then smiled at him and took off her bra, showing him her breasts. He stared at them for a few seconds until he put his hands on them, massaging them. He then took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Alice had her hands wrapped around his neck, pulling his hair due to the pleasure he was giving to her.

As he played with her nipples, she started to rock her hips against him, making both feel pleasure. They continued this for a few minutes, until Alice finally decided it was enough and she needed more. She got up and took off her panties and then Steve’s boxers. He was absolutely mesmerized by her beauty, which made her smile.

Grabbing his dick with one hand and using the other to help her sit down, she guided it into her entrance and started jumping up and down. Steve let out a moan with pleasure, which made Alice quicken her pace. Putting her hands on her hips, he started to guide her, quickening the pace even more.

Soon, the room was filled with the sound of moans and hitched breaths as both searched their highs.

“Steve…” she moaned as she threw her head back with pleasure.

Steve reached his climax first, but Alice kept bouncing up and down, trying to orgasm. Not even a few seconds later, she screamed his name in pleasure as she climaxed. “Steve!” She pushed him down on the bed, her lying on top with him still inside her. They ended up falling asleep in that position, holding each other.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as Steve stirred awake. He blinked sleepily, his mind still fuzzy with the remnants of dreams as stared at Alice, who was sleeping on his chest. He looked down and noticed he was still inside her, the exact same way they fell asleep the previous night. Trying not to get aroused again, he slowly lifted her up and lied her down next to him.

Carefully, so as not to wake her up, Steve slid out of bed, put on his boxers, and made his way to the kitchen. He brewed a pot of coffee, the rich aroma filling the air as he prepared breakfast.

As the smell of coffee floated through the apartment, Alice stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open as she stretched out. She felt the pain in her muscles as she stretched out, due to the previous night’s occurrence. Grabbing one of Steve’s t-shirts and putting it on, she made her way to the kitchen.

“Morning,” Steve greeted her with a smile, pouring her a cup of coffee.

“Morning,” Alice replied, her voice husky with sleep as she sat in one of the chairs. She took a sip of the coffee, sighing contentedly at the warmth that spread through her.

They sat in comfortable silence as they drank their coffee, basking in each other’s company as they savoured the quiet moments of the morning.

Eventually, Steve broke the silence, his voice soft as he spoke. “Last night was… incredible,” he said, his gaze meeting Alice’s.

Alice smiled, reaching out to take his hand in hers. “Yeah, it was,” she agreed, her mind swelling with happiness at the thought of the night they had shared.

“So…” he stared, unsure of what to say. “What does last night mean to you?”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything, Steve,” she started. “We both felt lonely, and we were there for each other. You and me together, it feels like the right thing to do.”

Steve smiled, a tender look in his eyes. “I know we’ve both been through a lot, and I don’t want to rush into anything. But I can’t deny how last night felt to me, Alice. I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”

“Me too, Steve,” she agreed with him.

As they looked ahead to the future, Steve and Alice knew that they had found something special in each other – a stable relationship that made him feel not so lonely anymore. Both knew that the love of their lives would always be Bucky and Peggy, but they were gone and there was nothing they could do. All they could do was move on and doing that together seemed like the right choice.

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Mistakes of the Past ((Ex) Thor x Oc)

“She’s…here?” Steve asked, getting out of Tony’s car.

He nodded. “She bought this land four years ago.”

They walked along a gravel path until they reached a metal gate, it was long worn and just barely holding on. 

“Let me just-” Tony started, getting ready to blast the lock.

Steve cut him off by tearing through the chains and throwing it out of the way. “Come on.”

Tony blinked at him before jogging to catch up.

“You’re sure this is the right place?” Steve asked. “Seems pretty…empty.”

As they walked over the hill a green and lush field came into view. The two stopped and gasped at the pristine white house that resided at the end of the plain.

“I’m pretty confident.”

They made it to the smooth cement driveway, an ATV and side-by-side parked next to a side door, on the grass was a green truck with a few bumper stickers. 

“Soooooo,” Tony trailed off, staring at the dark oak door. “How are we doing this?”

“Just ring the doorbell?” Steve said like it was obvious.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Because I’m sure she gets tons of visitors out here, and I’m sure she won’t be overjoyed to see us. Have you ever been cursed by her? I have, I could only talk in rhymes for a week.”

“Well-”

They’re heads bolted up at the dog barking, a fully grown German Shepherd whipped around the corner and began to howl and bark at the two men.

“MILA SHUT UP!” A voice roared from inside the house.

The dog didn’t stop, instead getting closer. Footsteps from behind the door. “Mila is swear if there’s another squirrel I’m going to fiaya ra.”

Her voice was as accented as it was back then, Steve and Tony both looked at the door while watching the angry dog. The dog was quickly forgotten as the door whipped open and an angry pale face came out.

“Mila wha-”

Adele froze in her place staring at the two men. “Oh,” She dropped the door handle and stood straight. “Hi.”

She wore casual clothing far unlike her old attire, instead it was replaced by a dark blue hoodie with faded words of Stark Industries in bold letters along with a pair of light gray shorts. 

Mila continued to yap in the background, Adele looked at her sharply and snapped her hand. “Mila, get in here.”

The dog dropped her head and lumbered inside. 

After she stepped back and opened the door. “It’s hot as fuck outside, come in.”

The main room was wide open with shining oak lining the walls, there was a TV hanging up on the wall with leather couches and arm chairs, along the walls were numerous deer antlers and heads mounted. 

“Did you build this?” S asked.

She shrugged. “I’ve had time.”

Tony ran his hand along the wall, looking at the craftsmanship, while Jarvis surveyed the area. “Morgan would tear this place apart.”

“Morgan?” Adele said, returning behind the counter to a small pot of boiling water. 

Tony’s face seemed to light up. “Pepper and I’s daughter.”

She smiled warmly. “Congrates.”

“Thank-”

“Sir, a rapidly approaching figure behind you.”

Tony whipped around and looked around. “Wha-”

He was cut off with a grunt and a tiny fist hit his midsection. “GET AWAY FROM MY ATHLA!”

Adele threw her head back and laughed and Tony genuinely struggled against the little girl. “That’s enough Alix.”

The little girl with blonde hair and shining blue eyes stopped and blinked up at him before scampering off to her mother. “Did I do good?”

The little girl was around four, maybe five, she had her father’s eyes and sharp features but her hair and ears belonged to her mother.

Adele smiled and lifted her up. “Very well indeed,” She turned off the stove and turned to the two gaping men. “This is Tony and Steve.”

Her eyes narrowed, she turned to her mother and whispered quietly, Adele nodded and Alix turned to them with bright eyes. “You know my papa?”

The men melted, Steve met Adele’s eyes from behind her head. “I think so Kiddo.”

She wiggled around and her mother set her down to look at them. “Was he cool as momma?”

Tony wrinkled his nose at the thought of him now. “Not nearly,” He knelt down beside the girl. “What’s your name?”

“Alixandra,” She mumbled, she looked up at him. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“I’ll be alright, Hun.”

“Dinner’s ready baby,” Adele said, putting a bit of noodles with white sauce on a bowl. “Floor or table?”

The little girl perked up. “Floor!”

“Careful,” She warned, handing the plate over.

Once she had bounded over and the beginning of Paw Patrol started. Tony looked at her. “Ady.”

“Want food?” She asked, reaching up for more plates. “No trouble, Alix won’t eat the leftovers so-”

“Does he know?” Steve interrupted quietly.

She got quiet and looked at the top of her daughter's head. Very softly and full of sorrow she whispered. “No.”

Tony covered his mouth with his hand and looked at her with wide eyes. “Oh God.”

She shut her own eyes and nodded. “I know.”

“How long?” 

“I found out a year after the blip,” She said, swiping a hand down her face. “Just before he went…you know. I got mad at all the drinking n’ shit, he told me if I hated it that much I could leave at free will,” she sighed. “I understood that he’d be in no place to raise a baby, so I ran here.”

They stared at her. “Have you talked to each other?”

“You didn’t hear the way he spoke to me,” She said sadly. “Like I was an ant under his boot, I couldn’t stand the sight of him.”

Tony snorted. “Neither could we when we found him.”

She barked a laugh. “That bad?”

 “We brought him to the compound,” Steve told her, grinning. “Drank for an hour, spent the last five days crying over his missing wife.”

“Tell the bastard I refuse to see him until he gets his act together,” She scoffed, the men became uncomfortable. “What?”

Tony cleared his throat. “Ady he thinks you died.”

Adele’s eyebrows raised. “He could not be farther from wrong.”

“And you don’t want to see him under any circumstance?” Steve asked fidgeting, Tony gave him a ‘wtf’ look.

She squinted at him. “Not if I can help it,” Her eyes turned panicked real quick. “He’s not here is he,” She looked at Alix who was giggling at the TV.

“No no no,” Tony said, waving his hand. “It’s just…we have a plan, you know, to bring everyone back.”

The elf turned quiet looking at her daughter and pursing her lips. “You need my help.”

“We need all the help we can get,” Steve corrected. “You know more than anyone about the Aether.”

She sneered and waved her hand, a floating hologram of the infinity stone in question appeared in front of them. “That vile thing was the undoing of my civilization, it’s a goddamn living vessel of evil,” Alix looked behind her in fright, Adele dropped her magic and waved at her daughter. 

Alix gave her a confused look and got ready to stand up, her mother shook her head and she plopped back down. As much as Adele would hate to admit it, she wanted her daughter to see the best of this universe and with the blip it wouldn’t happen.

Steve sighed. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you, especially with a kid but-”

She sighed and dropped her head into her hands. “Faja.”

Tony smirked at her swear. “Pepper can watch the kid.”

Adele sat up and glared at the two. “I hate you two.”

“Hey Pepper,” Adele said smiling at the red haired woman, she gasped and sobbed running to hug her.

“Adele! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my..”

The sat for a while and embraced each other, Tony with Alix and Steve with a few suitcases, awkwardly stood there. “Hey there woman I married!” Tony exclaimed prying her away from Adele. “Missed you too!”

Pepper glared at him. “Did you get milk while you were out?”

“Well..no.”

She brushed past him and looked at Steve, again her hand fluttered to her face and she gasped. “Is that-”

The little girl snored again, tucked against Steve’s neck drool falling on his shirt. Adele smiled fondly at her. “This is Alix.”

She took him from Steve and into her own arms, Pepper’s eyes filled with unshed tears and she looked at the toddler. “Is she Thor’s?”

Adele smiled thinly and nodded, Pepper’s look of pity was enough to make her think of less than pleasant memories. “Yes.”

“Mooooooooommmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaa!!!!”

Tony went into the cabin and opened his arms. “Maguna!”

“Dadda,” She said. “Can I have a popsicle?”

He dropped his arms and turned to an amused Adele. “Does yours do this? I put you in your mother, show some respect.”

“Yes or no?” Morgan pressed, she finally looked behind her and her eyes lit up at the sight of Steve. “UNCLE STEVIE,” She bolted up and forgot about the popsicle, Steve set down the bags and scooped the kid into his arms. “What are you doing here?” Finally she set eyes on Adele who was wiping off Alix’s face. “Who this.”

Tony took her from Steve and walked over to Adele. “This is Legolas.”

Adele laughed softly. “Hello Mrs. Stark.”

Morgan watched her. “Who are you?”

“I just told you-”

Adele shushed Tony, getting a laugh out of the little girl. “My name is Adele.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Your voice is funny.”

Tony put her down. “She’s an alien, can you show her to the guest room?”

She skipped up the stairs and waited for Adele. “We don’t get visitors a lot, actually sometimes Happy comes. But he doesn’t count. Oh! And Momma’s friend Sarah comes with Josh, but he’s seven and doesn’t like playing with me. Is your daughter five like me? I want more friends, dadda had a lot of friends. In the avengers, were you in the avengers?” She continued to ramble until Alix was laid down and they were walking down stairs. “-You have pretty hair, I wish mine was like yours. My dad likes to braid my hair but I don’t like it.”

Tony smiles as they come into the living room. “Maguna.”

“Are you really an-” She looked at her dad. “What.”

“What?” he mocks. “Bedtime, go with Mom.”

She gasps and clutches Adele’s leg. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”

Pepper shushes her quickly and picks her up. “C’mon stinky.”

The kid whines and cries all the way up, the three of them sigh and Adele slumps into an armchair. “Oh gods.”

Tony yawns and cracks his neck. “Alright no rest yet, game plan time.”

Sitting around a round table they look at a model of the time machine. “And you’re at 100 percent?”

Adele looked down at her hands. “It’s in my blood, Tony, I’ll be fine.”

“Just double checking.”

Steve pushed off the table. “Then it’s settled, we leave tomorrow.”

“I love you,” Adele said, looking intensely into her daughter’s eyes. “I’ll be gone for a few days, you’ll be here with Aunt Pepper and Morgan.”

She sniffled and rubbed the tears out of her eyes. “Where goin’?”

Her mother smiled sadly. “You remember the stories I told you of?”

Alix gasped and grabbed her mom’s cheeks. “Goin’ see papa? Tell him I love him”

Steve’s eyes turned down and Tony rubbed Adele’s back. The woman shakily kissed her daughter’s forehead and sighed. “I love you Aldalacka.”

“Love you too Athla.”

Adele kept her eyes outside, watching the trees roll by as she got farther from her child.

“She’ll be fine, momma bear,” Steve said looking at her in the rearview.

She chuckled and looked at him. “I know that, just nervous.”

They rolled up to the white building, her eyebrows shot to the car roof and she whistled. “You know I think I liked the tower more.”

Tony laughed. “Well you damn Asguardians kept breaking the roof.”

“Fair.”

They strode into the building, Tony and Steve in their usual attire, Adele wore a pair of black leggings and a dark green t-shirt. She had a duffel bag slung over her shoulder and her pale hair was braided loosely from the top of her scalp down to her waist. 

“Someone wanna explain the spaceship?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. “Stark?”

Tony threw his hands up. “Blame the raccoon.”

“The…what?” She paused a few steps from the doors.

“You’ll see,” Steve said, holding the door.

She walked in hesitantly and followed Tony to an elevator. “How many people are here?”

Steve winced. “I’m not sure people is the right word.”

The elevator opened to a board room. 

“FUCK YOU I’M RIGHT!”

“SCREW YOU JACKASS ITS 14 AND YOU KNOW IT!”

Tony stomped in, Steve and Adele following behind. “WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?” He yelled.

Slowly she took in the sight before her, The Hulk and a raccoon were leaning over a table looking at a blueprint locked in a screaming match. In chairs, half asleep, was Rhodey and Natasha, Clint was standing beside a door on his phone like this was a regular occurrence, a blue chick was performing live operation to her wrist with a screwdriver, another average looking man was looking at everything in wonder.

She looked around the room slowly before looking at Steve with a quizzical expression, he shrugged, she frowned and crossed her arms.

“Tony,” The hulk sighed, Adele’s jaw dropped. “Finally someone competent.”

“Excuse-”

“Should the jump point be at 7.5 or 14.5?” He asked.

Tony glanced down at the papers. “7.5.”

The raccoon jumped up and clapped his hands with a whoop. “HAH.”

Hulk sighed and erased a note. “Okay then.”

Meanwhile Adele stood blubbering like a fish, Steve walked forward and dragged her with him. “Team, this is Adele, some of you may know her,” Nat, Clint, Rhodey, and Hulk all looked up at her. “Some of you may not,” The raccoon was looking at her ears with dollar signs in his eyes, the average looking man had an awestruck look on his face, the blue lady couldn’t care less. “She’s an elf as you may be able to tell and knows first hand information about the Aether.”

“How much for the ears?” The raccoon asked with a smirk.

She looked at him curiously. “How much to get you to shut up?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Adele?” Natasha said, walking up to her. “Jesus Chirst where have you been?”

She smiled sadly. “Long story.”

Hulk stood up and gave her a bear hug. “Ady!”

Adele squeaked and released a burst of energy from her palm to push him back. “Bruce?!?!?”

He rubbed his neck bashfully and nodded. “Long story.”

She swore in elvish and gave him up and down. “I can tell.”

Clint came up to her next. “Come to collect Gandum Style?”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Who?”

His face turned surprised. “Thor? You know that god you married?”

“Oh shit,” She mumbled. “Forgot about that.”

Natasha gave her a worried look. “What happened these past years.”

She had opened her mouth to talk about Alix.

A broken whisper came from behind her. “Adele?”

She tensed and slowly turned, for a moment she could say a word, because holy fucking shit this guy needed a day at the gym. “What the fuck.”

His eyes filled with tears. “I-” He stopped and reached for her.

She flinched aggressively and smacked his hand away. “Gakape ke faja raefe kam io (Get the fuck away from me),” She spat. “I don’t want to catch whatever this is.”

If Adele had been in a calm state of mind maybe she wouldn’t be speaking like this. For a moment the heartbroken and longing look of this man's face cleared the clouds. Then she remembered how he treated her after she offered to help every time he was down.

Thor dropped his hand and looked down at his grubby clothes. “I’m not ill.”

“Look at yourself,” She snarled. “Disgusting,” Steve grabbed her forearm and pulled her back before it could get worse. Not before her last words, they jarred him straight to his core. “Io Aldalacka fra losana re reminre (My Alixandra loves you even if she doesn’t know you).”

As she walked away he whispered. “Who is Alixandra?”

Tony sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Jarvis remind me to throw away all of my beer.”

“Will do, sir.”

[ruthnaggawa]

Bandage Me Up | Steve Rogers x Black Female OC

"Nat and Thor, I need you guys together. We'll need the lightning to activate the pod, and Nat can rush in and recover the package. Tony and Clint, you'll stay closer to the chopper on the left for cover. Peter and Bruce, you'll be a bit further into the area on the right side for cover. Steve and I," Thenia's eyes moved from the holographic screen to Cap, "will be recovering the sceptre." She tore her eyes away from his gaze, redirecting her attention to everyone else.

It was her first time running a mission, and as much as she told myself otherwise, Thene was a little nervous. Not because she wasn't ready; she was. Thenia had been Steve's right hand for months, learning the ropes, organising positions, observing everything he did. She was more than ready. But anything could go wrong at any moment, and she knew that.

"Any questions?"

Tony, who had his feet up on the table, lifted up a hand, "yeah, how long do you estimate this whole escapade is gonna take?"

Thene tilted her head from left to right, "if you don't count flight time, it shouldn't take us more than two hours. Ninety minutes if we're quick."

"Ninety?!"

"We have to take into account the amount of time it'll take us to neutralise as many drones and clones as we can. If you want to go faster, Tony, be my guest." Steve gave Tony a small smile as he challenged the man.

With a sigh, Tony relented. "Alright. That's all I wanted to know."

Thene looked around the room, "any other questions?" Their silence was the only response she needed.

"Great. Wheels up in two hours."

Everyone shuffled out of the room, one by one, until it was just Thenia and Steve left. She grabbed her water bottle, ready to leave as well, when Steve stood in front of the door so that she couldn't. Even though she stood taller than a lot of women at 5 '10, Thenia still had to look up at Steve for them to be eye to eye.

"What?" She asked, looking up into the man's eyes.

He stepped a bit closer to her, "you've been avoiding me."

She laughed and looked away, somewhere off in the distance so that she could avoid eye contact. "No, I haven't," she lied. One of the downsides of being such close friends with Steve was that he knew how to read her face, and he knew when something was going on with her.

Steve reached out and touched her arm, his eyes still fixed on her. "We have to be a team today, and I don't want us going into this with any distractions." Thenia kept her eyes off of him as he talked. 

Steve sighed, "Thene. We have to be able to communicate." He put a hand under her chin, then tipped her face up so that she was forced to look him in the eyes. "You have to be able to look at me."

"I'm looking at you, okay? I'm fine. Let's just go, I wanna get something to eat," she pulled his hand away from her face, then finally left the room. Although he wanted to say more, he let it go at that moment and followed her out.

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[louwaffles]

Y/N: *sees someone cute across the street*

Y/N, in Russian: I could pipe him down right now, this damn second. 

Natasha: *chokes* Alrighty

Bucky: *wide-eyed confusion*

Wanda: *eyes narrow* Okay, I think I understood half of that.

[avengerscompound]

The Tower - Under the Table

The Tower - Under the Table

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 4585

Warnings:  smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)

Synopsis:  It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.

Author’s Note:  Long time no update! I’ve been writing really slow at the moment.  But I am still doing these if you have requests.  This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special

Under the Table

In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table.  Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date.  Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.

This one was my birthday.

The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal.  It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.  “We should have brought some games up with us,” he said.  “I could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.”

“I could go down and get something,” Steve offered.

“You’re still eating, Steve,” Wanda said.  “Someone else can go.”

“Or!” Clint said, waggling his eyebrows.  “Or… we could play a different kind of game.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not talking about charades?” Sam asked.

“Because you know me too well, Sammy,” Clint said.  “I saw this thing…”

“What have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?” Tony scolded.

Clint smirked at him.  “To invite you along when I do,” he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony.  “Anyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing.  Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone.  And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that it’s happening to them, they have to go under the table.  And if someone guesses the wrong person, it’s them.  Like a Blow Job Roulette.”

“Okay, that sounds fun,” I said.  “Can we?” 

There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.

“Birthday girl goes first,” Sam said.

“Shouldn’t I be the one that gets eaten out first?” I countered. 

“But then we’d all know it was you, and you’d just end up under the table,” Sam argued.  “You might as well start down there.”

I laughed.  The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any.  “Alright, pants off everyone,” I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table.  Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down.  Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts.  It was quite a sight under the table.  Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread.  Some of the men were already half-hard.  I looked around, picking my target.

Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most.  She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up.  Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.

I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs.  She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit.  I wondered what she looked like right now.  How she was hiding what was happening.  If she was hiding it.  From where I was, it seemed so obvious.  Her muscles had clenched and she’d tilted her hips forward.  I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs.  I couldn’t imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.

I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it.  She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. “Wanda!”

“No fair!” Wanda whined as I pulled away.

“That’s the game, Wanda,” Sam said.  “Now under the table.”

I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table.  I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while.  I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.

All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. “Wanda!” he scolded.  “No powers!”

She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing.  “Did someone get invaded by some pink light?” Tony teased.

“That’s one way to put it,” Clint said as he climbed under the table.

It took a really long time before the next person became clear.  I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony.  Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation.  It wasn’t until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.

“Tony!” I yelled, pointing at him.  “It’s you!”

“Ah, shit,” Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips.  “Wait, Clint, I’m nearly done.”

“Hey now,” Steve said.  “You can wait like the rest of us.”

Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth.  “Jesus,” he cursed.  “Tony was a terrible choice.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt.  “The amount of calls I’ve taken while I’ve been balls deep in someone.”

“Alright, alright, get under the table smart ass,” Steve said.

Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy.  I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.

“Elly!” Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.

“No!” I shouted and Bruce groaned. “It’s Bruce!”

“You little…!” Natasha scolded.  “That was evil!”

Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out.  “That was awesome,” he said.  “Now what?  Do all of you have to get under the table?”

“Might I suggest that we alter the game?” Thor asked.  “Perhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.”

“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Natasha said.  “If she can guess, then they can make her come.  If not, she just gets edged.”

“What do you think of that, Elise?” Steve asked.

I nodded enthusiastically.  “Yes, please. It is my birthday after all.”

“We might need lube and something to blindfold El with,” Sam said.  “I mean - if we’re going to have real fun that is.”

Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube.  What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube.  Tony had the warming gel kind, Clint’s was espresso flavored, Natasha’s doubled as a massage gel, and Thor’s was an oil he’d brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.

Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table.  “Let’s get you ready, Elise,” Steve said.

Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra.  I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside.  Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision.  When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldn’t see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.

I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table.  They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves.  There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.

My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me.  Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasn’t Bucky either.

There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit.  They didn’t even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work.  I could feel the scratch of their beard.  Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue.  It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me.  I didn’t even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor.  The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.

“Mmm… Thor,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.

A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard.  I nearly came just from that.

“How do you even do that?” Tony laughed. “You are too good at this game.”

“You gotta make me come now,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thor’s hair.

“Don’t worry, lover.  I will,” Thor said.

He was good to his word.  He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it.  Every now and again, he’d send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control.  It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.

“Fucking hell!” I cried out.

“Damn, Thor,” Sam said.  “That had to be some kind of record.”

“I am a god, Samuel,” Thor bragged.

There was only a short wait for the next person to move up.  It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky.  This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them.   He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles.  There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.

“Bruce,” I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Tony cursed.  “You’re gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.”

“I know you all too well,” I moaned.  “Gonna have to mess up on purpose so I don’t die.”

“Let’s see how you go,” Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.

Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially.  He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it.  As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it.  The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasn’t long before he’d gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast.  His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldn’t think straight.  Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, it’d be a while before Clint was down between my legs.

My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.

Bruce hummed and pulled away. “Mmm… I love seeing you come,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.

I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away.  I didn’t have to wait very long before the next person to take their place.  Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two.  I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out.  I didn’t even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha.  Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.

“Natasha!” I said quickly.

She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me.  I would have taken a bow if I wasn’t flat on my back.  “That’s my girl,” Natasha praised and got to work.

Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it.  She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit.  It was intense.  I couldn’t focus.  Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.

When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table.  It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.

“Well done, Mishka,” Natasha praised.“I hope you have more in you.”

I wasn’t so sure.  In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there.  Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.

The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had.  There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.

Finally, it clicked into place.  No metal hand.  That cut out Bucky.  Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven.  Which just left Tony and Sam.  I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldn’t be going easy on me at all. “Sam…” I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.

“We should never have doubted you,” Thor said.  “This is truly impressive.”

“Are you sure you’re not peeking?” Clint asked.

“Just know you all,” I argued in that same breathless moan.

Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. “Let’s make you come a different way,” Sam said.

He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me.  As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. “Oh fuck,” I moaned.  I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast.  I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.

Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft.  “Oh god, Sam.  Please…”  I didn’t even know what I was pleading for.  I just knew I needed something.  More, harder, slow down, be gentle.  Or maybe just to stop.

His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more.  He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.

“Good girl,” Sam praised.  “There we go.”

He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table.  “You still okay?” he asked.

I nodded and made an incoherent sound.  He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips.  “Elise, are you sure?”

I nodded again.  “Yeah.  I can do this.”

He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit.  Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didn’t think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it.  “Bucky,” I said.

He laughed. “Damn it.  I was trying not to give it away.”

“That’s what gave it away,” I said.

“Alright, alright, let’s make you come then,” he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.

He didn’t even bother to try and go down on me.  He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep.  I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix.  “Bucky,” I whined.

“Sorry, honey,” he said, backing off a bit.  He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.

I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could.  “Bucky,” I moaned.  “Kiss me.”

He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips.  I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.

He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth.  I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together.  Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him.  As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four.  It wound around me like a warm blanket.  I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely.  It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Bucky’s arms.  He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.

When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me.  “Oh god, Bucky,” I moaned.

Bucky’s hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. “Fuck, Elly,” he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.

“Bucky Barnes, you dirty dog,” Clint scolded.  “Leaving a mess in there for us to clean up.”

I swatted lazily in Clint’s direction as Bucky started laughing. “Oh like you’re not looking forward to that.”

He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan.  It wasn’t long before someone else was between my legs.  They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately.  They laughed.

“What’s so funny, Tony?” I asked.

“Ah fuck,” he said. “Didn’t even get a chance to trick you.  I just had plans to go to town on you.”

“Mean,” he said, reaching for him.  “Go on, you gotta give me my prize.”

“Alright, alright,” he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt.  “It’s coming and so will you be.”

I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me.  He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me.  I cried out and reached above my head.  Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.

He didn’t go easy on me the way Bucky had.  He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me.  “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I babbled as I was jolted on the table.  My fingers tightened around whoever’s hand I was holding.  It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me.  Each thrust of Tony’s hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.

It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him.  “Oh fuck yes, Tony!” I mewled.

Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did.  “There you go, Legolas,” Tony teased as he held me in place.

He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away.  A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.

I didn’t have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.

“Wanda,” I said.

She giggled.  “I knew there was no point trying to trick you.  But lucky you, now you get your prize.”

She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg.  It was slow going, and it didn’t settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.

I whined, squirming on the table.  I was still holding someone’s hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.

“Please, Wanda,” I whined, bucking my hips.

She giggled again, but things started to get more focused.  It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased.  Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me.  My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit.  I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.

It started to feel like some kind of torture.  I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge.  “Please.  Please, Wanda.  I need … I need…”

“Yes, Elly?” she asked.

“I need to come,” I wailed.

A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table.  It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.

When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.

“Holy shit, Wanda,” Natasha cursed.  “That was impressive.”

“Two more left, El,” Steve said.  “You sure you’ve got them in you?”

I nodded slowly.  “Think so.”

Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs.  It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steve’s playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs.  His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit.  There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didn’t give it away.  I really had no idea who was touching me.

I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes.  Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular.  That didn’t exactly narrow it down either.  And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.

“Steve?” I asked.

“You sure about that, darlin’?” Bucky asked. 

“No… but it’s my guess,” I moaned.

Some of the group started clapping.  “Well done, that’s all of you.  How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?” Sam suggested.

I nodded emphatically.  “Please.”

Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt.  I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me.  He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.

I gasped and arched my back.  As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast.  The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.

“Who’s fucking Clint?” I moaned.

“That’d be me, honey,” Sam replied.  “You want to see?”

I nodded.  “Please.”

The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me.  I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in.  Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me.  Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steve’s cock.  Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me.  The others were spaced around the table.  Most just watching.  Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.

Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm.  Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely.  But in the end, it wasn’t either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wanda’s orgasm.

She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure.  I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table.  I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment.  Wanda’s orgasm must have affected the others too.  Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me.  Sam’s hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.

I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm.  Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.

That’s how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood.  “Okay.  How about we clean up here and head downstairs?  I think it’s time for a soak in the hot tub.” 

Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me.   He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. “Good birthday?” he asked.

I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. “The best.”

~ END ~

[jackiequick]

That’s Would Be Enough | Marvel Fanfic 🖋

Summary: Elizabeth wants to be the best inventor and aunt. She’s overworked herself late into the night, but what she needs a break. And to be reminded that she is enough. And who other to do it than her own favorite blonde, aside from Captain America.

Pairing: Jason Grey Underwood & Elizabeth Stark

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe—> Agent Carter, Iron Man 1-2, The Avengers

Marvel timeline: Pre/During—Avengers 2012 (Phase 1)

Characters mentioned: Tony Stark, The Young Avengers, Howard Stark and Jarvis

Song inspired fic: That Would Be Enough from Hamilton

A/N: I know it’s a simple fic but I was listening to this song and just had to write it.

Ship Name: JALIZZY

Sidenote: Jason’s nickname is JJ meanwhile Elizabeth is Liz

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It’s been a few short weeks, Stark Tower was running high and low with noise.

New York City lights in contacts to the skyline views that the home brought to the world. Voices from the young heroes were softly heard. You could hear Liane and her friends screaming over the sound of the tv wired up in the living room and the hallways were being used as a reminder of how huge the building truly was.

But underneath the main lounge floor, past the elevator doors and across the narrow halls stood the tapping of nails against a keyboard humming a soft tune, that was played earlier from the afternoon radio. Files surrounding her desk as she spun in the chair for a while, as it reminded her of older memories at The Mansion’s lab.

The laughs and the louder bickering over bullshit that didn’t matter but it did at the time. Trinkets and posters surrounded the lab back then, it still does now but as many as Stark Tower.

She missed it, weather she liked to admit it or not.

And she wasn’t the only one.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knocking that belonged to a tall blonde with fluffy hair, sweatpants and a baby blue t-shirt, carrying two mugs of warm hot chocolate. She nodded, inviting him into the room as he took a seat near the empty chair, gently placing the mug into her palms as she took a peek noticing a few tiny marshmallows.

She hummed as she took a delightful sip of the warm drink.

He noticed she wasn’t upstairs for a while now. Something that never bothered him, he’s used to his creative minds spending longer than expected in the lab tinkering. However having seen what he would assume the worse of it from Tony in 2010, noticing his eyes bloodshot and the lights making his body appear weak, he made it a promise to watch the time to bring whoever was in the lab to bed.

Tonight it was Elizabeth.

She’s a Stark. So he can’t stop her being in a lab to invent something, since that’s one of places she shined. Aside from the stage of course. He have noticed her getting a new scope of the world, having been gone under the ice for a while now. He knew she had her own ways of doing things, as she handled the transition better than expected but it had him worried.

Does she believe that she’s not doing enough?

He has been there himself plenty of times, where he feels useless and annoyed around everyone but he never showed it. Everything phases him, just not exactly his face. With one swift look at her vulnerable face, the tired eyes and gentle smile that could light up the stars, he knew.

He has been around theses people long enough to not know. Especially since JARVIS tend to be the house’s eyes and ears, it all added up to this point and he wasn’t upset about it

Elizabeth’s eyes analyzed his facial expressions, noticing the small bags under his eyes and the way his shoulders dropped ever so slightly. He smiled softly at her, placing the mug of hot chocolate that was in his hand onto the desk. All she wanted was to rest her head on his shoulder and hear his smooth southern drawl as he hummed a old song while she drifted to sleep.

But she wonder, if she left asleep and let herself take a breath, then that would mean her inventions would be unfinished. Her work would’ve not been done and the studies she has been doing lately would have left aside. It was silly to think she was putting all this unnecessary work onto herself when she doesn’t need it but it made her feel like she was doing something.

Then it clicked.

“How long have you know?” She asked, running her fingers crossed the side of the mug

“A month or so.” He replied, playing with the fabric of his sweatpants.

“I never told you.”

“Jarvis told me a less than month ago.”

“No…”

“We all just wanted you home.”

She sighed, “You should have told me.”

“I’m not sorry.” He added, with a honest smile.

He smiled placing a hand on her knee and said, “I knew you’ll work until the idea was done.”

“The idea’s not done.” She replied, placing a hand over his and sighed.

“But you’re tired and deserve a chance to be with our son.”

“He’s Howard’s son, I’m just his overprotective aunt.”

“We both know your more than that to him. You don’t need to prove anything, you said it yourself years ago.”

“I know…um but still my work, my life. I just want to make sure I’m worth all of it and I’m leaving a legacy behind..”

He sighs and smiled, “Just look around and you’ll see the difference you made.”

“We made.” She corrected him with a smile.

The two chuckled soft at that.

Nonetheless, Jason continued, “Look around at how lucky we are, just to be alive right now is a miracle. And that’s saying a lot knowing what we’ve been through.”

“Will you relish being a silly inventor’s spouse?” She added, as it sounded like a question, “Somewhat dependent, not about to provide for our life? It’s stupid I know, we’re in a good place but it feels like the roles are reversed and i don’t know why..I don’t feel as independent yet. I mean, we used to have Jarvis and Ana to help us. Peggy too! And now we’re sorta alone at this..”

“It’s not easy, it never was but we can handle it. And that not true, you’re more than confident and independent. Give it time.”

“How much time? How did you do it? Let’s face it, I’m here now, I have been awaken from the ice for a considerable period of time, but it still feels odd. We both has been working for a long time and sometimes it felt like we can’t breath again because of it. The world is changing a lot more than expected…so do you still relish all of this?”

“Your just tired and a little vulnerable right now, honey. It’s okay, no rush here. But to answer your question, yes, I do. I also relish you someday being my wife. Just look around, look at where you are. Look at where you started..the fact that you’re alive is a miracle. Just stay alive, that would be enough.”

She smiled hearing those words, “Yeah. I guess I am tired…and a little worried, I just want to be the best version I can be.”

“You already you.” He added with a chuckle, “Our child shares a fraction of your smile and dare I say, a fragment of your mind just as much as he does Howard!”

“Oh good god he’s smarter than I thought!”

“And his ego too. I love him but damn, it’s wild.”

“Oh yeah, he’s more than enough to make a difference in the world. We’re safe then.”

They both smiled and laughed harder than expected knowing how many godchildren Tony gave them. So look out world, that would be enough.

He looped a finger underneath her chin, “Look, I don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. The worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mind. Your reading more than i do when it comes to understand everything we can.”

“Mhmm! It’s hard moving from one era to another.” She admits with a light chuckle, “..sometimes I don’t know how we’ve done it for so long and haven’t driven ourselves mad.”

“I know...but I’m not as afraid as I should. I know who I married. So long as we all come home at the end of the day..”

“That would be enough. Uh, about our legacy and the money?”

“Liz.”

“Jason. I’m serious.”

“We already are creating one and we already have money. If I could grant you peace of mind, let us inside your heart…”

Those words shut her up, as her eyes watered a bit understanding everything he meant. That they are supposed to be made of steel but it takes the people you love to make it a strong material.

And truth be told, she told him those same words years ago. It wasn’t as gentle, heartfelt and darling as she said in her own way, but it was a similar format as theses line meant the same thing. She remembers telling him in a charming yet sweet manner.

“Just let us be apart of that narrative, in the story we are watching today.” He continued, with a gentle grin, “Let this be a new chapter where I hope we stay..”

“And I could be more than enough.” She finished for him with a gentle grin, “We could be enough…since that would be enough.”

“Took you long enough to get it.”

“I should’ve known by now, I just need the reminder...I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“It’s alright, you didn’t mean it. Now, can we please go to bed?”

She smiled breathlessly and softly replied, “Yes please!”

He stood up, and walked away to the doorway thinking he was following her. But she wasn’t. He looked over his shoulder to to find her holding out her hands at arms length with a cheeky little smile that resulted him to snicker.

“Carry me?” She asked with a soft chuckle, tiredness laced in her voice.

“You’re so dramatic.” He replied with a similar tone as he walked over and picked her up bridal style.

“Shhhhhh babe, there are people trying to sleep here.”

“Oh my god.”

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“I think I love you.”

“I know.”

The pair smiled as he carried her to bed, as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. She hummed a few words and cracking a couple of jokes while he rolled his eyes dropping her onto the bed. She swiftly crawled under the warm covers and laying her head on the pillow, smiling at the blonde who treated her well.

Sometimes she wonders how exactly did she deserve such a man? Guess she will never actually get that solid answer.

She reached for his hand, giving it a small squeeze as if to know she was real and not at all in that icey cold apartment she once placed into. He smiled in return and winked, as there was an unspoken feeling of love in the air.

He left her side and stepped over to the doorframe. He looked over his shoulder and whispered, “Night Liz.”

She yawned, about to ask, more like suggest something but choice against it. Save it for another night as she replied, “Night Jason.”

Just as Jason turned off the lights and leading himself towards the hallway, Elizabeth bite the bullet with a soft grin. She decided to go for it and muttered, “Grey?”

She wondered if he heard it but he did. It cause Jason to pause and turn around to face Elizabeth, because it was a rare but somewhat made common sense that he would hear his middle name being used. Not everyone called him that unless necessary and he secretly preferred it being used among certain people.

Usually it was a way to get his attention in an endearing manner, when it came to his plenty of nicknames over the years.

His mind was fighting off a nerve of worry, as he met her eyesight, and hummed, “Yeah?”

“C-can you stay with me tonight? In bed like old times…” She replied almost shyly, pushing away her curls. It was a rare moment for a woman as bold as she might be. Yet, there was gentle tired smile that tugged her lips.

“Y-you sure?”

“I wouldn’t be sure if I didn’t ask, would I?”

“Fair point. Uh, left side of the bed?”

“A-and you on right.”

“You’re positive about this?”

“Mhm, I am. If not, I can always buy a dog to keep me company instead. I heard Sal’s shelter is open this time and hour.”

“Elizabeth.”

“I’m kidding! But not about the dog thing.”

“Liz.”

“Come on, I know you can’t resist waking up the next morning to a nice view.”

“You talking about yourself or the city’s morning skyline?”

“Both. We’re such amazing views, just sayin’.”

With a chuckle and a little eye roll, Jason climbed into bed and nuzzled himself underneath the covers next to her. Elizabeth’s giggles could be softly heard from her own cocky comments from earlier, as she rested against his shoulder blade humming gently.

She pressed a tiny kiss onto his cheek, as her eyes slowly dropped muttering a few words as she did. He wouldn’t admit it but he missed this, as he pressed a light kiss onto the top of head. With a swig of his arm, he reached forward and turned off the lamp that rested on the nightstand as the soft night sky peeked through the windowsill.

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Steven: don't you dare finish that-

Tony:cause man he's got a lot of holes.

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Shadow : Marvel OC chapter 1 sneak peak

masterlist

prologue : how it all started

Chapter 1

Shadows fall over my heart I black out the moon I wait for you to come around

Unlike Pluto, Everything black.

Chapter 1 Blackout

I never wanted this, but I suppose most of the superhumans say that. Except Steve, I mean Captain America, since he got his serum voluntarily. And Tony of course, but he is a showoff, so not really good benchmark. Me? I was perfecly happy having my normal agent life and not-so-normal college life. Yes, I was actually capable of dealing with both of them. Hardly but willfully and resolutely. I graduated my psychology studies and since then everyone was treating me like a personal couch. Not for long though. After one heated argument in which I clearly stated my mind about being exploited in such way no one dared it ever again.

"If you idiots think you can come to me with all your problems....!"

"Stay down, tiger. I just asked you a simple question."

"And what am I? Wikipedia? Google search?"

"An agent with professional knowledge in the matter."

"An agent! Precisely!" I took a step towards the newbie, who cringed "something you have a long way to go to become. Now, if I were you I would turn around and disappear before I get really angry"

"Come on, buddy" Dane, one of the old agents was quick to catch up on the situation and moved the greenie outside "she's not usually like that just has a lot going on" he looked at me frowing in confusion silently calling me to order. The only result he got was me sticking tongue at him.

"You are being uncharacteristically harsh kiddo. Need to blow off some steam?"

"Look who left his nest" I smirked "Hello Clint, got bored of watching from the distance?"

"You are an endless source of entertainment for me"

"Creep" I muttered and sighed in exasperation "At least you are shooting arrows and not being a ticking shadow time bomb"

"So that is the problem. You can't deal with being a hero now.

" Stop it! Dont; call me that. That would indicate I am a moral compass, someone with impeccable manners and high standard. And a helper... ugh..." I rolled my eyes

"That's your opinion about heros?" Clint scoffed

"No. That is Phil's opinion. His love for Captain America is just... overwhelming. But I can't force myself to argue with him."

"That;s a new one for you, isn't it? You are usually up for fight with anyone, Fury included."

"You know what, I'll take up your proposition about blowing off some steam. Train room in fifteen?"

"You don't stand a chance, kid."

"Is that a challenge, agent Barton?"

tbc

[braveclementine]

Chapter 7

Warnings: None. (Will however be a 18+ reader book)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

YOU WERE FURIOUS WITH IVY, THOUGH you hadn't told her so. Now that Elizabeth was aware that you had found your soulmates- and she knew when you had found them- you were going to have to tell them and her as soon as possible.

You had met Thor and Loki about two days ago. They'd come down through a shiny rainbow portal thing from some guy named Heimdall. Despite Ivy's warnings, you had accepted Loki's' bond and you actually liked him very much. You weren't entirely sure why the others treated him like he was someone to be feared.

Although, to be fair, he did his fair part of threatening to kill people.

You had already moved into Stark Tower and it was everything that you had dreamed it would be. Your bedroom was lavish, Tony had given you a card to buy anything you thought you might need. Your closet, for once, was filled with beautiful clothes.

"Hello princess." Thor said, wrapping his arms around you and you smiled, leaning back into his embrace.

"Hello honey." You smiled.

"Are you alright? You sounded upset with the phone call you received." Thor said, turning you around in his arms so that your chests were pressed together in the hug.

"Yeah, just some news I received. I wasn't quite ready to tell my family about my soulmates." You replied. "But my sister is a little upset about it, I think. My friend told me she told my sister about the soulmates, not realizing that I hadn't told my family yet."

"It's not your fault if you weren't ready to tell your family yet. Although, I can imagine that Loki would be upset had I not told him about you. But that is probably different as Loki is also your soulmate as well." Thor replied.

You looked up into his face, feeling just slightly guilty now. "Well. . . see. . . that's the thing."

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ELIZABETH WASN'T UPSET THAT Y/N HADN'T told her about her soulmates. It was exactly as she had expected it to happen. Y/N, in her opinion, was scatterbrained and Elizabeth wasn't shocked to find that Y/N had either forgotten, or had just not thought it important to tell her about her soulmates.

Elizabeth didn't really care about soulmates. Soulmates, after all, weren't the powerful sort of love that was in books. The kind that meant you were bound to them, that there was unconditional love no matter what.

No, soulmates of this world were simply marked with tattoos. But there was nothing there that bound them to each other. No rules or laws that made them marry. Elizabeth already expected that they would reject her bonds, after having met Y/N.

Y/N was most likely more of who these people needed- or wanted. Y/N was a fan of the city, she was exuberant, and she was pretty.

Elizabeth was not. She had too much of her dad in her and without makeup she looked more like a guy with long hair than anything else. It took her ages to look anything remotely pretty and she would not leave the farm for anything, not even love.

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"SO YOU KNOW OUR OTHER SOULMATE?" Steve asked in surprise and interest.

"Yes." You replied, cheeks flushing from the shame of not telling them sooner. "Her name is Elizabeth and she's my sister."

"Your sister?" Tony asked in surprise.

They knew, of course, that you had a sister, but you had not bothered to tell them about the soulmate part.

"What's she like?" Sam asked.

You thought about it. "Well, she's younger than me. She only just turned eighteen. She looks a bit different from me. She's shorter for one thing, and more muscular. She has brown hair and brown eyes and she takes after our dad's features in the family. She loves the farm so I don't know how long she would stay here if she came up here. She does have an extra soulmate though, one that I don't have. It's a Japanese sword."

"Hogun." Loki was the one to respond, playing with a butterfly knife in the corner of the room. He looked good too. Six feet and four inches of hot stuff, long silky black hair, a pale complexion. His fit body wrapped in green and gold Asgardian leather. "He's another Asgardian."

"So she's mated with the three of us," Steve said, gesturing to himself, Bucky, and Sam, "Those two," he gestured to Tony and Stephen sitting together on either side of you, "And Hogun."

"Yes." You replied. "We always knew we'd share the same soulmates. I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys earlier. I was trying to wrap my mind around the fact that my- our I guess- soulmates were Avengers. And I wanted to get to know all of you first. I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys sooner."

"Have you talked to her yet?" Sam asked curiously.

"No, not yet." You replied, cheeks flushing again in shame. "I wanted to talk to you guys first. Elizabeth. . . well she's a bit stubborn so she might not want to come up to the tower at all. She hates the city. So if you guys want to meet her you might have to go to the farm."

"That's fine with me." Sam said, almost seeming excited, which rubbed you the wrong way. "I'd like to see the farm anyways."

"Talk to her." Loki said, "and let us know. The sooner her soulmates get to meet her, the better. We'd all hate for her to feel left out. Thor, perhaps you should contact Heimdall so he can send Hogun down?"

Elizabeth was a sensitive creature. She cried watching Disney movies and she would even cry if a favorite character died in a book. A book! She laughed to much at funny movies and squealed in pleasure whenever Elijah Mikelson was on the TV. So she probably would feel left out the longer that she went without meeting them.

"I'll be right back." You said, walking over to the other side of the room, pulling your phone out. You hoped Elizabeth would pick up on the first ring.

She did.

"Yeah?" Elizabeth asked. From the background noises, it sounded as though she was milking the cows again. You must be on speaker.

"Hey sis."

"Let me guess." Elizabeth said. "Ivy told you she told me that she told me about you finding your soulmates and you've decided to give me a complimentary phone call so that you can tell your soulmates about me?"

"Actually, I already told them about you. We were hoping you would come up here to New York so you could meet them. They even know who your other soulmate is, the one with the Japanese sword." You said, knowing there was no way she could deny the request.

"I already told you this before you found your soulmates. If they want to meet me, they can come down to the farm." Elizabeth responded. "I'm not leaving the farm to meet a bunch of guys or girls mated to my sister who didn't even bother telling me she'd found them!"

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I'm sorry I hurt your feelings-"

"You didn't hurt my feelings Y/N." Elizabeth sounded tired now. "I'm sure I'll meet them eventually anyways. You have to bring them down to meet our parents anyways. But dad doesn't have the money to ship me up to New York and you know that."

"I'll buy you plane tickets." You said.

"Why do you care so much about me coming up to New York anyways?" Elizabeth asked. You could hear the familiar clinking telling you that she was done milking the cows. "I have to go-"

"No you don't." You snapped. "You're avoiding the conversation like always. When you don't want to be bothered with something or someone or a problem you always say you have to go."

"I'll talk to dad." Elizabeth's voice was short and clipped. "And his response will tell me if I should go to New York or if they should come here. Talk to you later."

She didn't even give you a chance to respond before she had hung up on you, the cut off sound of a cow mooing in the background the last thing you heard.

You huffed in frustration. Little sisters were a menace.

"Well?" Sam asked.

"She said she'll speak to our dad." You answered in short script. "Whatever his response will gauge whether she comes here or we go there. I don't know how soon of a response we'll get though. She probably still has a lot to do on the farm."

"Alright, well now that that's settled, how about we utilize the pool?" Thor asked in excitement.

"As long as you don't electrocute everyone you big oaf." Loki smirked as he walked past him.

Steve wrapped his arms around your waist. "Are you worried about your sister?"

"No, not really." You answered truthfully. The more time that she stalled, the more time you got with your men. "To be honest, she's never really seemed to know what the big deal about soulmates was. As long as she had animals, the farm, books, and our dad she was okay. She doesn't even really have friends."

"Do you think she doesn't want to meet us?" Sam asked, looking hurt.

"It's not that." You reassured him. "She just has a very different. . . perception of the world I guess. She's a difficult person to try and explain. You'll just have to meet her to know what I'm talking about."

You went ahead and got into a F/C bikini. You looked at your hair in the mirror and decided you should probably cut it later, it had fallen all the way down to your butt, and you didn't like it that long. Your mother hated when you cut it though, so you had refrained from doing so when you had lived under her roof.

But now, you were free. You thought about the idea of putting all of your hair up into a bun just for the swim and it seemed ridiculously unreasonable.

You padded out to the living room, finding Stephen in the living room, reading a book. He had not changed into swim wear, though he gave you an appreciate glance over as you approached him.

"Stephen?" You asked lightly. "Could you cut my hair for me?"

He blinked in surprise. "Sure."

You handed him the pair of scissors and sat down in front of him patiently.

"Where do you want it cut to?" He asked, the whisper sending shivers down your spine.

"Shoulder length." You responded, putting your hand on your own shoulder. "Short and out of the way."

Stephen's hands brushed your hair back gently, the snipping of scissors and the fulfilling lightness of your hair felt amazing.

When he was done, you looked in the mirror to see that it looked fantastic. The H/C locks framed your face as it curved into your chin.

You turned back to Stephen. "Thank you."

"No problem." He said, sweeping the hair off through a portal, putting the scissors back down on the table.

"Are you not coming swimming?" You asked with a head tilt.

"Not today." Stephen said gently. "But go on out and enjoy the sun. The others are waiting out there for you."

You bent down to kiss him and then headed outside to the pool.

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ELIZABETH PUSHED THE FOOD AROUND on her plate, wondering how she was supposed to bring this conversation up. She didn't want to go to New York. Her father couldn't afford to send her to New York. Both money wise for a plane ticket, and as there was no other help for the farm. She ran the entire thing almost by herself, things would fall apart if she left!

"Something wrong?" Her father asked, staring at her. He knew that Elizabeth loved steak and the fact that she wasn't eating meant there was something wrong.

"I heard from Y/N today." Elizabeth finally started slowly.

"Is she alright?" your mother fretted. "I did fear that her going to the city would be dangerous!"

"It's not like that." Elizabeth said, frustrated with her mothers silliness. If she was worried about the city then she shouldn't have let Y/N left. "She found her soulmates."

Your father looked sharply at her. "Just hers?"

"Ours." Elizabeth corrected grudgingly. "She wants me to come up to New York to meet them. But I don't thin-"

"That's wonderful!" Your mother gushed, "Y/F/N, we need to send Elizabeth up there right now. She must meet them so they can make a connection with her! That would be for the best!"

Your father seemed less inclined to agree. "I can't spare her from the farm right now."

"But its her soulmates." Your mother protested.

"Mom, I would much rather stay on the farm." Elizabeth responded, tossing her brown hair over her shoulder, happy with her fathers approach on the issue.

"If they haven't come and seen her by the end of the summer, I believe I could spare her for a small weekend break before fall harvest." Your father continued.

"Three months without meeting her soulmates!" Your mother was flabbergasted. "Y/F/N!"

"Mom, it's really fine." Elizabeth said, not even able to hide her pleasure.

"No it's not." Your guys' mother said heatedly.

Your father glanced over at Elizabeth and with silent communication of their eyes, she picked the plates up and took them over to the sink and started to wash the dishes.

Elizabeth hoped her father could talk some sense into her mother. She didn't need a soulmate to be happy.

Not when, anyways, her soulmates would always prefer her sister over her anyways.

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