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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 3 years ago

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Overwhelming Work (Avengers X Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: School stress, mention of prior violence and injury

Request: Could i request an avengers x teen reader where the reader is just getting overwhelmed with school work and they get really frustrated at everyone and all the avengers notice that they seem really stressed and they help out?? ur awesome btw (also this is the first request ive made so idk if its any good) + hello!! i have a random request: avengers x teen reader where something happens at school (idk) and they like distance themselves from the team and kinda stop eating and taking care of themselves but when the team asks if reader is ok they kinda just like run?? but then theres a happy ending?? idk if this is a good request but lol

There had been an air of tenseness as half of the team had arrived back home from a mission- not from the ones who had been in the line of duty, but the ones who had been home, safe and sound. “We’re so glad you’re here.” Tony sighed with relief at the sight of Natasha, Clint, Steve, Bruce and Wanda.

“Why? What happened?” Bruce worried immediately, thinking someone was hurt, or something awful happened while they were gone.

“It’s Y/N.” Thor answered shortly, a worried, and slightly scared expression on his face, an expression that was alien, and terrifying in it’s own way. Not much scared the god, so what the hell had scared him in relation to you? It immediately put the team on high alert, and their immediate concern above it all was you.

You were the newest avenger, and your addition to the team had been sudden and a surprise- you were a teenager thrust into the superhero life by developing your own ability of telekinesis. The change had been hard on you- forced away from familiarity, and with these new powers you seemingly had no control over. Wanda had been your main trainer in trying to handle them, but your capability seemed to yo-yo between being near non-existent to nearly killing the Hulk when you nearly crushed him with a Tank when he came charging too close for comfort. Despite all that though, the team understood you were just a kid, and you were scared and trying your hardest, and they had all started to work together to help you.

“What happened?” Steve demanded, stepping forward, looking around at the small group- Thor, Tony, Sam, Rhodey and Vis- Wait. “Where’s Vision? Is he with them?” He inquired.

“He’s trying to help them, but-” Rhodey started to explain, before several bangs close together, distinctly being objects hitting walls, do doubt being the result of your power, interrupted him. All eyes looked in the direction, and after a moment, Vision phased through the wall, looking deflated.

“No luck?” Sam asked him, Vision shaking his head. Sam turned back to Steve. “Y/N’s been like this not long after you left. They just… We don’t know. They won’t talk to us, and whenever we try to talk to them, they lash out. They nearly decapitated me the other day with a plate.”

“Alright… Clint?” Steve asked, turning to the blonde man. Clint didn’t seem phased- it made sense to call on him for help, he was a father after all, he knew how to talk to kids and teens, and he’s used that knowledge before in the past to help you settle down, and so without another thought he moved in the direction of your bedroom down the hall.

“Do you have any idea on what could have made them act like this? When did they start acting like this?” Natasha inquired.

“We have no idea, they won’t tell us anything. It started on the Monday after you left- they came home from school and just walked straight past us all and locked themselves in their room. Didn’t even come out for dinner. It’s been like that since.” Vision explained.

“Well, it’s probably related to school.” Wanda noted.

“You think?” Tony asked. “What could have happened that they wouldn’t tell us and wasn’t bad enough that the school wouldn’t call us?” He asked.

“Kid’s don’t really like telling teachers that they’re getting bullied, or that something is wrong. I’d know.” Steve pointed out. “They could be getting bullied- that’s unfortunately likely.”

“Especially with the powers and already feeling different.” Wanda added. “Kids can be cruel.”

“And unfortunately the education system isn’t exactly up on catching it, never mind stopping it.” Bruce also added. Rhodey whispered a curse, before he paused to think.

“Clint’s been gone a while.” He noted. Silence filled the air, trying to hear for anything, but there was nothing.

“Well, I guess silence is better than nothing?” Bruce suggested.

“Not necessarily- their powers developed and they choked me by accident.” Thor responded. “When they realised what was happening and they were able to stop it, they apologised and they hid away even more.”

“Shit- Wanda, might need you.” Steve said, acting quick and starting to run down the hallway, closely followed by Wanda and then the others. Steve got to your door first, seeing the paintings and decorations on the walls if the hallway had been knocked down, some of the framed shattered. Steve assumed it had been from a prior incident- he would have heard it if they’d fell while they’d been here. He stopped, putting his ear to the door to try and hear anything- While he was presuming the worst, he also kept an open mind, and the last thing he wanted to do was burst in there and make it all worse. Wanda approached, her hands in front of her, creating a ball of red energy between her palms, ready to subdue you and knock you out if necessary, but Steve held an arm out, stopping her. The team arrived as well, and they all stopped and waited for direction from the Captain. That’s when they heard it.

Sobbing. The sobs were ones they could identify as yours- they’d heard them before when you’d had incidents and had accidentally hurt someone, usually curling up in a corner and sobbing out apologies after apologies until the person you’d hurt assured you they were fine and you were forgiven. You were a good kid, they all knew it, and they never held it against you. But right now, sobbing wasn’t a good thing to hear.

“Hey- it’s okay! It’s okay, we can fix this.” The sound of Clint’s voice assuring you immediately put everyone at ease- he had the situation under control. Wanda lowered her hands, physically relaxing, happy she wouldn’t have to fight you like had had to do in the past. “Why haven’t you told the other’s about this? Why not Tony, he could help.” Clint’s voice was heard again. Everyone looked back at Tony, who looked just as confused on how he could have helped.

“Because it’s embarrassing. And it’s not just the homework- it’s all of it. I’m struggling with everything, and I feel like I’m 10 steps behind everyone else and I’m paying for it.”

“Well, that gives us something to work with.” Sam whispered, everyone’s attention going from being at your door, to resting against the walls of the hallway, mostly arms crossed.

“So it’s not bullying, but it is school.” Natasha noted.

“Sounds like they’re struggling with their classes and they’re behind.” Vision deduced.

“And unfortunately it makes sense they wouldn’t reach out to tell us- We know them, they want to make us proud and do better. They wouldn’t want to tell us they were struggling.” Wanda pointed out.

“Okay, well how do we help them now?” Thor asked.

“You can start by not eavesdropping.” Clint responded, making several of the group jump, turning to see him coming out of your bedroom, pulling you along as you looked sheepish and a little embarrassed, and of course teary eyed.

“Sorry Y/N, we were worried and want to help. Are we guessing right?” Steve asked you, and you nodded.

“What’s going on exactly? You’re behind?” Tony asked, clearly want to fully understand- he was the one who was the first emergency contact for the school, and the one who usually went to parent-teacher conferences as he’d taken on the education section of your life. It was important to know.

“I… I don’t really know how it started, I thought things were fine, but on Monday we got report cards and reviews from our teachers, and all my teachers noted I had a lot of absent days and was struggling to pay attention on classes, so they’ve been giving be booklets to do at home… but it’s for every class, and they’re huge, and I’ve got to do my usual classes along with them and homework, and I… I don’t have time to do it, and I’ve tried missing a few hours of sleep and eating to catch up but then I’m even more tired and distracted in class, and it just feels like a never ending cycle… I don’t know what to do.” You admitted to them.

“Well that makes sense… how many classes is that?” Rhodey asked.

“7… that’s a lot, no wonder you’re overwhelmed, kid.” Sam answered.

“You’d think they’d organise that better- or on another note- why didn’t they call us to tell us?” Tony questioned, immediately going into his pocket to get his phone. “Give me a minute.” He pardoned himself, walking back the way he came.

“Or 10. He’s gonna rip them a new one.” Clint commented quietly, making you crack a faint smile. “In the meantime, how about we sit down with all this work, see who can help with what, and we’ll see if we can speed through some of that work?” He suggested.

“Let’s start with Science, hey? I can get you through that in 30 minutes max.” Bruce offered. The entire group watched you light up again- the kid they knew finally coming back to them, nodding excitedly, and going to grab your booklets.

“Good job Clint.” Steve complimented, but Clint merely shrugged it off.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

*Not my gif

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moonlit-imagines · 5 years ago

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Headcanons for being a feral Avenger

Avengers x reader

warnings: guns and death mention (but no one dies dw)

a/n: s/o to @emcon-imagines for the idea since we needed smth OPPOSITE of the norm. also i find it really funny that i got a request for a feral xmen hc while i was writing this

prompt:

you were just.....too much for the team to handle

and that was saying something considering you were THE AVENGERS

“guys, guys, guys, oh my god, look what matt damon just posted” -you

“since when do you care about matt damon?” -literally any avenger

“i dont” -you

absolutely no idea when to quit

so there’s never a dull moment

“who is screaming ‘i fucking knew it?’ some of us are trying to work” -tony

“i think you know” -nat

“follow up question: why?” -tony

“i believe they are watching ‘the mandalorian’” -wanda

“WITHOUT ME??? SON OF A—” -tony

not being allowed to have coffee

or really any kind of caffine but

“sowhatimtryingtosayisshieldwasconnectedtohydraandhydraisdefinitelyconnectedtotheilluminatisowereweapartoftheilluminati?” -you

“...vis? did you give y/n coffee?” -wanda

“i wasn’t aware that it had this effect on them” -vision

accidentally punching a hole in the wall

putting a picture of the team over it

“oh, that’s nice...oh, nevermind” -sam

yes, you announce yourself every time you enter the room

*arms raised* “hello all, it is i, your favorite avenger” -you

“actually my favorite avenger is natasha” -clint

“okay, then it is i, that bitch” -you

“im going to duct tape your mouth shut” -tony

fun fact tony cracked peter’s formula for web fluids just so he could web your mouth shut

*mmph. mmmmph. MMMMMMPH* -you

“ah, finally. peace and quiet” -tony

being found asleep (or just lying down) in some odd positions and locations

the quinjet, on the helipad, in natasha’s room, on the kitchen floor, under the couch cushions, and more

*finding you lying on the kitchen floor* “you alive down there?” -tony *nudging you w his foot*

“hnnnnnn” -you

“cool” -tony

steve has tackled you on the battlefield several times. why, you ask?

“dont go chasin’ waterfalllls stick to the rivers and the lakes that youre used toooo...erbaneanananeeneedododoo...” -you

“y/n, watch out!” -steve

you can put the rest together

also just being the worst on the comms

“clint u gotta pull ur pants up” “work it, wanda!!!” “anyone else smell hamburgers?? hey peter, why don’t you get me a combo?” “look guys! i got one of their weapons! wonder how it works—NEVERMIND” “woah, holy shit, nat. can you teach me how to do that???” -all you, babey

“i don’t remember hitting ‘play’ on the director’s commentary of this mission” -natasha (courtesy of the brilliant @emcon-imagines)

“tony?” -rhodey

“yep, turning off their comms now. they’ll manage without us” -tony

“you’re the genius, why don’t you develop a real-life mute button for them?” -rhodey

“yeah, let me just turn y/n into a cyborg first. thanks for the input” -tony, sarcastically

meanwhile...

“GUYS??? GUYS???? ARE YOU ALL DEAD??? IM THE ONLY ONE LEFT???? this is not how i imagined this happening. maybe i can get a bigger room at the compound. hmph.” -you

whipping a random ass chain around??? where did you get that???

flagging down rhodey

*lands* “what?” -rhodey

“did everyone die?” -you

“no” -rhodey

“why cant i hear them on comms?” -you

“see you later” -rhodey, flying away

sleepless nights tbh

why? why. whywhywhywhy why

was it nightmares? was it hunger? straight up restlessness? wouldnt you like to know

“do i smell popcorn?” -nat to wanda in the dead of night

you had two ENTIRE boxes of popcorn bags out on the counter

“maybe you should just knock them the fuck out, wanda” -natasha (also a product of @emcon-imagines’ genius)

“no!!! movie night!!!” -you, moments before falling into nat’s arms

ur not only feral.....ur also a good friend

“y/n, i really need your help” -peter

“shoot. wait—is it illegal? i’ll do it if it’s illegal” -you

“?? no, no, i just need you to schedule my dentist appointment. my aunt says she won’t do it for me anymore” -peter

*gasp* “can i make up my own character??” -you

you were actually a fan favorite

at times

*in front of news cameras* “hey cool fact about captain america: he can lift his legs behind his head”

social media legend

wintersoldierthirstpage: “can you tell us if bucky’s metal arm vibrates”

y/n_l/n: “can neither confirm nor deny. yes.”

you had a tiktok that was half trends/dances and half memeing serious situations

*pointing camera at secretary ross* “dude’s really trying to take away our rights and shit” *phone smacked out of hand by rhodey*

*all the avengers arguing with “say so” being played over it*

walking into the room covered in string lights

burning ur cookies!!!!

taking clints bow and arrows for “practice”

bad decisions all around

“oh no” -you, rushing out of your room

“what? what’s ‘oh no’” -sam

“my toilet is on fire” -you

“are—are you joking?” -sam

“where’s the fire extinguisher.” -you, VERY CALM

“y/n???? Y/N???? WHY ARENT THE ALARMS GOING OFF?? THE SPRINKLERS?? THERES SMOKE COMING OUT OF YOUR ROOM” -sam

“fire alarms are a myth” -you

“NO??????”

they act like they cant stand you but deep down, you make their lives sm more interesting and they don’t know what they’d do without you. there isn’t always someone trying to achieve world domination.

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ittoehurt · 3 years ago

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I have a theory for Multiverse of Madness!!

(or how it starts)

so obviously wandas lost her husband and kids and she cant bring them back without trapping the people of westview. so in wandavision agatha mentioned a book called the book of the damned or the dark hold and in which theres a chapter devoted to the scarlett witch and well at the end we see her sat in a cabin reading the book. i think shes gonna discover alot about magic and try to bring vision and the kids back because in the end episode we hear her kids crying for help, shes not gonna be able to because their deaths are an absolute point in time meaning even if they are brought back theyre not gonna live long anyway. sort of a "where theres death they'll always be death"

this is where the multiverse comes in. one version of wandas gonna accept it and move on, the other version however is gonna start doing everything she can to bring them back like absorbing other beings powers like agatha did to try and be able to bring them back with her own magic again and that produces evil wanda and the only way to defeat evil wanda will be to get the other wanda who didnt choose that path to stop her

#avengers #marvel #black widow #captain america #hawkeye #iron man #loki odinson #peter parker #spiderman #the avengers #wandaviz #the hulk #wanda maximoff #dr strange

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 4 years ago

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That Damn Sex Pollen - Part 2

Pairing : Steve x Reader / Bucky x Reader

Words: 1800+

Warnings: Mild smut / swearing... nothing too bad!

A/N: Found part 2 in my drafts so here it is! There will be a final part to follow.

It had been just over 2 weeks since the Sex Pollen incident with Bucky, the incident that led to us having mind blowing sex and confessing to feelings we'd been hiding for a while. This wouldn't have been a problem if i wasn't already engaged to his best friend Steve Rogers!! Aka Captain America!!

Now don't get me wrong i love Steve, i love Steve more than I've ever loved anyone.... but i cant deny that i don't love Bucky as well! Since the moment Steve introduced me to his long lost best friend there was something between us, we had never admitted to our feelings or acted on them in anyway we kept it to ourselves. I had decided to push my feelings for Bucky aside and give Steve my everything.....That was until that damn sex pollen!!

Bucky volunteered to go on a mission with Sam and Nat the day after we got back to the compound and had been avoiding me ever since they got back a week ago, he would even leave the room as soon as i walked in!

Steve was currently in a meeting with Tony so i headed down to the gym hoping id see Bucky and we could talk about what happened and try and clear the air, if he kept avoiding me the way he was then Steve would get suspicious!

I walked into the gym and saw Bucky lifting weights in the corner, i also saw the second he noticed me enter the room!! The weights were dropped and he started grabbing his things to leave.

"Bucky will you stop!" I said rushing over to him "you cant keep running away from me!"

"I just think its best to put some distance between us Y/N" he mumbled still avoiding eye contact.

"So you don't think we should talk about what happened in that warehouse?"

"No. No i don't! I think we need to forget all about that!"

"Fine! It never happened! But you need to get your shit together Buck! If you keep leaving every room i walk into Steve will know somethings wrong! You and me always got along before.... you were always hanging out with us and now? This is the first time I've spoken to you in 2 weeks!"

"I cant sit around and watch you and Steve together okay! It hurts too much.... I'm trying doll, i really am. I just need some time and space"

"Buck...."

"Don't" he said simply shaking his head keeping his distance from me.

"Okay..... i miss you" i told him truthfully as i backed away towards the door, Bucky gave me the smallest smile and nodded in agreement.

I was sitting on the sofa watching a movie when Steve walked in a couple hours later.

"Hey sweetheart" he smiled leaning over the arm of the sofa and pressing his lips to mine.

"Hey babe, how'd your meeting go?" I asked grabbing his hand and pulling him down on the sofa with me. He chuckled but quickly settled down and pulled me into his arms.

"It was okay, just going over some details of tomorrows mission"

"Who's going?"

"Me, Buck, Wanda and Vision"

"I get the day off! Woo hoo" i joked as my hand moved under the hem of Steve's tshirt, my fingers stroking over the smooth patch of skin under his belly button.

"You fancy going for a run with me?" He asked as i felt his fingers stroke the back of my neck.

"Not at all" i laughed "i just wanna stay here with you and watch a movie"

"You keep that up we're gonna be doing more than watching a movie" he mumbled looking down at where my hand was still stroking.

"Oh really?.... you like this huh?"

"Y/N...." Steve said before shaking his head chuckling.

"What?..... i like your happy trail"

"You do?"

"Mmhmmm...." my hand slowly stroked over the area again before slipping into the band of his sweat pants and finding his already hard cock "you do like that!" I teased as my hand wrapped around him and slowly started stroking.

"Jesus..... baby that feels amazing" he said as his head fell back against the sofa.

"See, isnt this better than going for a run?"

"Im not gonna argue with that!" He laughed before pulling me closer and kissing me hard. I quickly found myself straddling Steve, dry humping the huge bulge in his trousers as we made out like teenagers. I pulled his t-shirt off and trailed kisses up his chest to his neck... biting at that area where his neck and shoulder joined. Steve had one hand under my shirt fondling a breast whilst the other gripped my hip and rocked me against his hard cock.

"I need to be inside you" he mumbled in my ear before nipping at my earlobe.

"Please Steve...." i begged reaching into his sweat pants to free his cock.

There was a quick knock at the front door to our apartment before it opened

"Hey Steve, you ready...." Bucky was saying as he walked through the door.

"Oh shit!.... im sorry!" He said quickly turning to leave.

"Fuck!....Sorry pal i completely forgot, i got a little distracted" Steve chuckled "can we finish this later?" He said quietly to me and i nodded before climbing off his lap and heading to the bedroom.

"Its fine, we can go tomorrow" Bucky shrugged looking very uncomfortable.

"No lets go" Steve said standing up and grabbing his shirt from the floor.

"You might want to change your pants...." i heard Bucky say and turned to see him scratching his head awkwardly. Steve looked down to see the wet patch from where we had been grinding against each other moments before and blushed "oh shit, guess you're right. Give me 5".

After finishing a training session with Nat i headed back to mine and Steve's room for a shower. When i walked in i was surprised to see Steve's go bag next to the door, the shower running.... they got back early from that mission.

"Steve?" I called out as i made my way to the bathroom.

"Hey sweetheart" i heard him call over the running water.

"You're back early, did something go wrong or...."

"It went fine, easy mission"

"Thats good. You mind if i join you? I just got done training with Nat I'm a mess" i said stripping out of my sweaty work out clothes and tossing them in the dirty wash basket.

"Its all yours" he said stepping out and grabbing his towel "I've got to go to a debrief with Tony real quick but I'm all yours after. We have some catching up to do"

"Mmm i look forward to it" i smiled reaching up to give him a much needed kiss, i had missed him so much while he was gone. Before getting into the shower I placed a pair of sleep shorts and a cami on the closed lid of the toilet ready to put on once i was done.

Steve went to get dressed while i showered, i was rinsing out my shampoo when he stuck his head in letting me know he was leaving for his debrief.

"Be back soon, love you" he said before rushing off.

When i was finished i stepped out the shower reaching for my towel to find it was gone!

"Are you fucking kidding me!" I moaned under my breath, the clothes i had set out were also missing! WTF!!

Oh well it wasnt like i couldnt walk around naked, id just have to make a dash for another towel!

I threw open the bathroom door and was just walking to the bedroom when the front door opened.

"Steve you ass! You took my towel and my clothes??"

"Ermmm...i..."

My head whipped round at the sound of Bucky's voice!!

"Bucky!? Shit! God I'm so sorry i thought you were Steve!" I quickly tried to cover myself as i rushed into my room and grabbed my robe, once it was secured i went back to see why Bucky was here.

"What are you doing here?"

"Steve asked me to cone grab a file he forgot..."

"He did? When?"

"Called me just now as i was heading down to the debrief"

"Why would he tell you to come in here.... he knew i was showering and he'd taken my clothes...."

"I have no idea, can i just grab that file and i'll be on my way..."

"Sure".

I sat down on the sofa rubbing my wet hair with a towel while Bucky disappeared into Steve's office for what he needed.

"Hey doll?...." he called from the office.

I smiled at the familiar nickname i hadn't heard in weeks.

"Yeah Buck?"

"There's no files in here"

"You're sure?..."

"Yeah, where else would he keep them?"

"Thats where it would be"

"There's no file in there" i heard Steve's voice and turned to see him leaning against the front door smirking.

"Steve.... what the fuck?"

"Im sick of this tension between the two of you, i miss us all hanging out together"

"So you take my clothes and send your pal here for a non existent file in hope's he catches me naked??! Are you mad?" I shouted shaking my head at him.

"You set us up?" Bucky asked appearing in the hallway.

"Guilty" Steve shrugged "enjoy the show Buck?"

"I don't get it.... why....?"

"Because I'm sick of you both pretending theres no feelings between you"

"He's lost his damn mind" i got up to walk away but Steve grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me close.

"I know what happened in that warehouse between the two of you"

My eyes went wide as i looked over at Bucky, he looked just as shocked so i knew he hadn't told him.

"Bucky didn't say a word sweetheart i saw the CCTV..... audio included" he smirked.

"Steve.... it wasn't like we had much choice that plant...."

"Oh i know baby, i know exactly what that plant was"

"You've known all this time and said nothing?"

"It was you, you put it there didn't you?" Bucky accused Steve "why the fuck would you do that Steve!?"

"I had to do something! The two of you are so loyal you never would've hurt me and acted on your feelings.... not without a little push".

Before i knew what i was doing my hand connected with Steve's cheek.

"You had no right!"

"Tell me you don't want him" Steve pointed at his best friend.

"No"

"See...." Steve smirked looking smug.

"Right now you're the one i don't want!" I said through gritted teeth and stormed into the bedroom slamming the door behind me and flipping the lock for effect, i knew it wouldn't keep Steve out but it made me feel better.

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bumblebaubles · 3 years ago

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marvel series rankings (so far)

falcon& the winter soldier: sigh, ok. me, as a black person in america, i feel as if i was obligated to like it. The social commentary was a bit too on the nose for me. (since its a franchise like marvel i can get how they probably didnt want too too much ambiguity for these issues because they could do serious damage if they didnt draw clear boundaries for what they do/dont support) But,additionally, i dont think i cared about the characters enough before hand to really get into this series. Bucky is super popular on here, but he never really caught my attention. falcon was cool, i liked seeing more of him, but i dont think much about him either. to his credit, he is one of the more sympathetic, likeable characters, most of the reason i even got as far as i did into the show was because of him. but another thing that led me to tune out was the stakes of the show. The stakes weren’t all that high, or as high as they used to be in marvel. and i mean i get it, theres only so many times the world can end or a place can be threatened before no one really cares. but because of the relatively low stakes, it was mostly carried by the characters, which as a i previously mentioned, i did not care deeply about before. around the time the walmart captain america went awol and started fighting the doramilage i tuned out. maybe i’ll try and finish it sometime

hawkeye: hawkeye was cute. i thoroughly enjoyed the dynamic between our main characters. it was a spiderman type of wholesome. disgruntled vet, starry eyed newcomer. teamwork. family. shennanigans. there were a few things the show did cleverly i appreciated. in the first minute of dialogue its established that kate bishop is rich but not spoiled.”dont forget about the charity gala””oh god you know those galas are stupid” “i know helping the community is so bad” “you know thats not what i meant” or whatever. she excelled at a lot of sports, is a carefree spirit and not very responsible.hell, she breaks a monument on a dare. yet, throughout the show, she starts to mature without losing her optimism. she’s put under pressure and she doesn’t break. hawkeye has a pretty good arc too, learning to forgive himself, trying to move on. i dug it.

wandavision: i know, i know, blasphemous. but i didnt really care about wanda before the show started im sorrryyyyy. The show made me care more about her by the end though, it was a really good show. apparently there were some fanservice moments i missed, like since i didnt finish agents of shield i didnt get any satisfaction from seeing those characters, had no idea who they were. While i thought monica was a good antithesis to wanda i think her superhero arc was rushed. The mystery element of the show??? phenomenal??? the plot twists?? exceptional???i think i enjoyed the buildup more than the finale. by the time vision had that talk with the other vision, and wanda started trauma dumping I thought it was pretty cool, just shortlived. the joy is in the journey, not the destination

moon knight: moon knight slayed i cannot front. i really loved their depiction of tarwett ( i’ll figure out if i spelled queen’s name right). they did a good job of setting up marc and steven. one user pointed out how by getting viewers to sympathize with steven first he wont be seen as the alter that gets in the way of marks hero work, he wont be seen as dispensable. which yes, he did break my heart on multiple occasions marvel is paying for my therapy. but marc, marc was also bringing a lot to the table. not gonna lie, i felt like layla was a bit rushed in at first but I started vibing with her when her father was brought up. The brief few times he was mentioned i really did sense how much he meant to her. I already mentioned tarwett but tarwett is a queen i stan. konshu is a asshole and i did have a like/dislike relationship with her character. he was so manipulative and selfish to marc, but in a way i appreciate how it was steven, the sweetone, the earned his respect. even though his respect doesnt really mean much like hes still hella shady. the end, once again, i liked it. i didnt love it. i just thought it was good. but the next one, this next one left me wanting more

LOKI: now loki.... loki.... loki is that bitch. point blank. argue with a wall, a lamp, a rug idc. the premise was already so cool. and even though i didnt care about loki as a character before this show, the circumstances and situations he was put in made him compelling to watch. he was a character that had to hear about how he lost everything, and became a better person, without ever experiencing it. he had nothing left for him ,no purpose, no family, no life ti escape back to. but the bonds he made with sylvie and morbius worked in a organic way to help loki realise his worth or his ‘purpose’ and i actually really dug the finale. it had me STRESSED let me tell you. This show was really well done honestly. seething and fiending for season 2

#loki #moon knight #wandavision #hawkeye #fatws

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sgt-morgan · 4 years ago

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Lucky Kentucky ch. 2

Chapter 1

Hello there, welcome back to my Rockstar!Bucky x Reader fic. It was heavily inspired by my love of seventies mega rockstars, Almost Famous, Classic Rock, and a little bit of personal whimsy. I hope you enjoy, and read responsibly.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ : cussing, sexy times, drugs, booze, smoking, objectification, fornication, liberation, and a litany of other sordid topics and traumas.

“HEY! NOBODY FUCKING MOVE!” To say that the last thing you needed was a missing rockstar, was a drastic understatement, and a testament to your unending will.

“Where in the good sweet name of Jesus is that dick head?” You fumed stomping towards the rest of the band.

“Your guess is as good as ours sweetheart, we got nothing. No phone calls, no texts, no nothing.” Shrugged Steve Rodgers, guitarist and all around good guy. “If I knew that all the time, I think I’d be a millionaire.”

You sighed and looked around you at the fleet of your busses and equipment trucks, and you could have sworn that you were ready to kill that asshole with your bare hands. “Well hot stuff? He better show up quickly, or so help me God he will be sleeping in a tour bus with the newest, dweebiest, roadies I can find. Do you know how bad new roadie busses smell? He will if he dosent get his ass here by the time the last piece of your stage equipment is packed.”

“I think you should land his ass there anyway, to give him time to think about what he’s done.” Sam shrugs, Clint vehemently nodding his support as he wrangles one of his two delightful children. “I think his punsishmet should fit his crimes personally.”

“Oh yeah! I think that’s a great idea! Or, he could stay with Laura and I on our bus, I’m sure the whining infant won’t keep him up all night, He’s gonna love it!” Clint nods, “We have a rule, no booze, broads, or bud around the kids! He’ll dry out quick!”

“No Clint, no worries at all. He won’t sleep or get laid on the roadie bus,” you laugh, “he’ll be surrounded by filth, and endless questions, and gawking. He won’t get the back room either, I’ll give him a bunk. Frankie will be on his bus, that way he never gets away with anything. No escape artists on my watch!” You wink, plucking his oldest, Cooper off his back and wrestling him into a head lock.

“Oof, devious as always.” Natasha laughs nodding and throwing her arm around you. “I remember when I got on your bad side, wasn’t worth the never ending week of publicity with no coffee. That was the strictest ban I’ve ever dealt with for sure.”

“Someone start calling his ass.” You laugh pulling away from Tasha and waking towards Peter to get a rundown on the status of loading up.

“Oh captain, my captain!” Peter saluted, about nine or ten roadies following in his lead while the rest just stood gawking as if they had never seen a woman before. “We are about twenty minutes from setting sail, I have my men sorted into busses and vans, Frankies bus has one extra bed open as per request, and, as our lady of perpetual mystery might be interested to hear, we have a new crew of over eager security team members stocked to the brim on Frankies bus, even worse than the roadies. Is everything ship shape?”

“At ease Parker,” you giggle, shoving him out of his stiff rehearsed stance, “indeed we are ship shape, now if only our little diva Jr. would show face, we could be on our way.” Just as you were finishing that sentence, a car pulled up, and out stumbled the man of the hour, James Barnes.

James Buchanan Barnes was drunk. Inibriated, intoxicated, off his ass, pissed, blitzed, sloshed, ranked, hammered, wrecked, out for the count, drunk. He stumbles out of the Uber, bottle in hand, but at least he was dressed. He stumbled over to the rest of the group, he had a duffel bag, wether it was packed with anything useful is up in the air, you’d make sure you’d get your hands on it and ensure that it had what he needed. Wanda could take care of filling in the gaps. You have now decided that there is no escape from Frankie for him. You’d have to put someone on the bus. You don’t know who yet, but someone. Maybe Quill? Whoever it was, needed to get along with Sam and Steve. Thor, he would work nicely. You’d see to it that Frankie had him moved. Now there was the Liquor problem. This was a decision every road manager has to dread. As any good rockstar could tell you, you have to be stone sober or completely fucked to perform a good show, you just had to decide what would or wouldn’t ruin the band... or him. So, sober it was. No use dragging it on any longer.

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!”

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Any man alive knew that sound was trouble. No woman used the full Government name if you were in good standings. That was just facts. However, drunk thoughts beget sober truths and the truth is, that was incredibly sexy. When he turned hands raised in surrender whiskey bottle and duffle abandoned he was greeted to the glorious sight of her. Kentucky, dressed in leggings and a ripped up old band tee that he could faintly register belonged to Led Zepplin. Her hair piled up on her head shining in the sunlight her curves begging to be expl-

*whack*

Well, that will sober you up quick.

“Hey dickhead, so glad you could make it!” Sam, not looking too thrilled despite his statement of glad tidings gave him a smile he could only describe as cat catching canary. “I think Lucky needs to see you. Loose the doe eyes, it’s getting creepy.”

“Yeah buddy, I can catch on pretty quick.” He fumbled for what to say, and settled on “Bluegrass, doll, you look stunning this fine morning. Care for a swig of Kentucky’s finest?” He slurred, She sauntered up to him and he could swear he felt the magic, until she snatched the bottle and promptly tipped it out onto the ground. “Hey, woah! Easy there Kentucky, that was a bottle of Kentucky’s finest! that was a bottle of Eagle Rare!”

“No James, your looking at Kentucky’s finest, and you should know that I’m better than all the barrels in Frankfort. Buffalo Trace has nothing on me. Now, since you came in all washed up and wandering right smack dab before the deadline, I’m gonna be merciful, but the next time you pull this shit? Theres a bunk in Frankies bus with the minors that has your name on it. Are we clear? Brooklyn?” She had the empty bottle in her fist, her other arm draped under her breasts and she was jabbing him in the chest. He had never been more frightened and turned on in his entire life.

“Reading you loud and clear KY, I got the message.” He nodded backing away slightly.

“Good!” She smiled turning into an entirely different woman. One with sunshine and laughter in her soul, her perverbial horns retracting. She snatched his sunglasses right off of his aching eyes, and placed them on her face. Low blow, but not entirely unexpected. “Now that the princess is here, load up and let’s roll! First pit stop is in Vegas, so we got a lot of ground to cover!” She stuffed his empty bottle and his duffle back into his hands, and headed for her bus, he just caught the conversation as the Barton family began to load up watching her go by.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Lila?” Clint said helping his little girl put her little pink hello kitty duffle under the bus.

“Is Uncle Bucky in trouble?” She asked innocently looking back at Bucky, who gave her a little wave.

Clint turned to face him, chucking as he met his gaze, “Oh yeah honey, lots and lots of it.”

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You loaded yourself onto the administrative bus, plopping yourself into the little booth right at the front near the head bus driver, Phil Colson.

“Hello Phil!” You smiled, opening your laptop and checking on your hotel reservation. The kind bus driver smiled and started up the bus. Next on we’re your bunk mates, Wanda, Vision, Bruce, and Peter. That left two bunks open for Tony and Pepper for when they joined you on the occasion.

“Well, I can proudly announce that Barnes’ military training has not gone to waste, even sloppy drunk he knows how to pack his essentials!” Wanda’s beautiful soothing voice waltzes its way into your ears as she and Vision loaded themselves onto the bus. “He’s got his tooth brush and everything! It’s a miracle!”

You nodded at that eyes still focused on checking your route’s traffic and totaling how much it would cost you for a late check in if nessicary. “Good, he can be a functioning adult when he wants to be!”

“The widows are settled onto their bus, everyone’s got what they need. Carol said she could do with some more angry Lucky, she missed you apparently” Bruce sighed plopping down next to you silently checking over your figures.

“I’ve got everything packed so that it should only take the lighting crew and I two hours to shore up, which puts my productivity up by 30%” Vision shrugged putting his arm back around his beautiful wife.

“And I can move heavy things and take good photos. Also, I fixed that stage piece you were worried about and it is no longer does the rocky thingy.” Peter grinned giving you finger guns.

“Ugh, I love the sound of efficiency!” You sigh, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you throw your stuff in the bunk closest to the shower. “Thank you all for agreeing to take this on with me, I wanted you because you’re my A-team, and I knew that I couldn’t do this without you... plus I knew it would look fantastic on your resumes.” The crew in your bus gave a here here for that statement.

“So, Barnes. How do you plan to tackle that battle?” Peter said plopping down on top of Wanda and Vision as if they were just two decorative pillows. “He’s gotta strong will and a heady brooding nature, rough shit I tell yah.”

“Not to mention the fact that he’s incredibly handsome,” Wanda said pushing Peter to the floor, “We know you’re a pushover for that type!”

“Well lady and gentlemen, I plan to kick his ass into shape. Good looks and broody behavior be damned!” You huff.

“I may point out, that is not exactly a plan darling.” Vision says sympathetically patting you on the head as he carries his and Wanda’s things to the back of the bus.

“Well Viz, darling I am well aware of that. I have a plan. He’s gonna have to sober up. This behavior isn’t normal for him, his band mates and Tony have made that clear, he’s on the string for some girl that couldn’t have given less of a shit about him, so he’s all fucked in the head. MY job, is going to be reminding him he’s a goddamn rock star, who doesn’t need a bitch like that to make him happy!” You gesticulate as you unpack the supplies you’d need for a shower. “Then, all should be well with the world again, and I can go back to managing tours that don’t make me want to kill myself.”

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“Say Stevie, that uh, that Kentucky sure is one tough dame right?” Bucky say’s as he charges shirts, “gotta lot of spunk?”

“Yeah Buck, she’s a real hot head when she wants to be, but she’s fantastic at this. I’ve not seen a better organized tour in my life!” He hears his best friend laugh from the front.

“Not to mention,” Sam started from his position on the couch, “she’s one hot mama, veeeeeery fine. You can tell she knows it too. I wonder if she likes dark chocolate, I think I should find out.”

Bucky felt anger deep in his gut at Sam’s teasing, but for the life of him he can’t figure out why. He dosent need another relationship, hell, dosent want one. That only leads to broken hearts and empty bottles... broken hearts and empty bottles... a little cliche but he could make it work. He’d write it down later. Right now, his sole purpose was intel. Gathering as much info on Kentucky as he could.

“Gotta make sure she’s not already tied up Sammy boy!” He laughed, “besides, I think she likes Seargents.” He winked.

“Well if it’s information on the lady Kentucky you want, I’ve got you covered.” The big braun-y security guy Thor chuckled, “she’s single as it comes, bad break up with some hot douche bag in some other band. Wasn’t pretty that breakup, I tell yah. Frankie and I had to beat the guys face in to get him off her door step, she started road managing in order to get away from him, being constantly on the move made her a moving target, it worked better that way.”

“Sheesh, any ideas on that band name? I’d hate to bump into them sometime.” Bucky shook his head, “she sounds like a tough lady.”

“Oh she is,” Thor chuckled, “got some rough and tumble to her, she’s good at what she does. Hydra? I think that’s the name at least.”

“Sheesh,” Steve muttered, “She messes around with hard hitters huh? Hydra is huge on the pop punk charts, they’re not topping out on the hot 100 or anything, but they pull a decent crowd for sure.”

“Yeah, this isn’t the first time I’ve heard stories about them being absolute dicks either,” said Sam, “poor thing. I hate that for her.”

“She’s a good lady, really, she’s always so kind, goes out of her way to learn names and remember important dates, never afraid to pitch in where she’s needed. You guys are lucky to have her for this tour.” Thor nods, putting his things away and laying down in his bunk.

“Yeah, very lucky.” Bucky nods, daydreaming about a woman he just met. This was gonna be a long tour.

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Their first stop was in Nevada. Los Vegas, baby. The first show of the tour was at the colosseum at Ceaser’s palace. This meant discounted hotel rooms, larger merch sales, and quite a bit of press was involved, but you were ready to take on the challenge. You arrived in Los Vegas around 6am, all of the bands stumbling off their respective busses and making their way towards the resteraunts in the hotel. You and Bruce headed off to snag hotel keys, and settle the bands into place. Wanda, Vis, and Peter, headed with the rest of the crew and the equipment trucks to the Venue for set up.

“Alright Bruce, you get the Widows settled in their rooms, I’ll take care of the boys. Tell the girls their press is at 10 and their rehearsal will be at noon, they are to be at the venue no later than 9:15. They will arrive and go straight to Wanda, who has outfit options, and makeup. They have a lunch break at 2:00, and they need to be at the venue by 5:00 for their sound check at 5:30, curtain is at 7:30.” You rattled off handing Bruce back stage passes and a few printed copies of tonight’s schedule. “I’ll meet you outside in twenty to send the busses to the venue.” Bruce gave you a tiny salute and you wandered off to find the Commandos. You found them sitting in a resteraunt, a waiter bringing them their drinks. You noticed Bucky had a screwdriver, now that just wouldn’t do. You snatched the glass from him right as the waiter was about to put it in his hand, slamming it back in one go.

“Woohoo! Good morning Kentucky!” Clint laughed clapping with Steve and Sam, who were pointing at a dumb struck Bucky.

“Damn, sugar! I didn’t know you had it in you this early!” Sam laughed.

“We,” you said gesturing between Bucky and yourself, “will take water and a coffee.” You said to the waiter with a wink. “Good morning boys! We’re in for a good one today! Starting off at the colosseum is a great first gig! Now I hate to be a downer, but unfortunately, I gotta lay down the law. This tour will have a no show day drinking policy. Zero tolerance, breaking this rule leads to a prohibition to the breakers caffeine supply, and lands you in a bunk in Frankies bus with the newbies. The only exceptions are exactly one pre show shot and or beer for last minute jitters, or a celebratory toast. Any other hard day drinking will lead to repricutions. Rule number two, I run a right ship, I do not appreciate tardiness. I went easy on you the first day, but here on in, if you are late by more than ten minutes, I will assume you’re dead and send the cops to come find you. Very loud, very messy, and definitely will make the news. So, do I make myself clear?” You looked around and met their gazes everyone seemed to be okay with these rules, except Bucky.

“What the hell lucky? Am I some kinda child or something? No drinking? No tardiness? Am I a high schooler? Jesus, you gotta pair on you if you think that I, a grown ass man would ev-“ your food came about five words into his little tirade, and as soon as the waiter left your food, you shoved a roll in Bucky’s mouth.

“Stuff it Brooklyn, we wouldn’t fuckin NEED these rules if you could get your ass together for five minutes to see what you’re doing! Your drunkenness has made you sloppy, you’re late on your due dates, your waisting Tony’s time and money on your pouty bullshit, and your friends are worried about you. So yes, we’re gonna have rules, they will have consequences, and I’ll beat your ass myself if you show the inability to get it together!” You rant jabbing your finger into his chest to get your point across. “Now, eat your waffles, here’s your schedules, and if you are not showered and decently dressed at the colosseum by 10 am sharp, so help me God I’ll call the cops.” With that you gathered your coffe and your purse and stalked away. Handing Steve they’re schedules, passes, and hotel keys as you went. It was gonna be a long night, you could feel it.

“Did anyone else find that extremely sexy?” Sam asked, and by god Bucky couldn’t help it, he nodded in agreement.

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Steve and Bucky followed eachother up to their floor of the hotel, crew, secrity, and bands took up the entire fifth floor. Later tonight, when everyone actually got to unload after the show, It would be a real party, people leaving their doors open, coolers of beer, goods and services being exchanged, instruments and duffle bags and food being passed from room to room, it was Bucky’s personal favorite part of the evening.

Right now, it was sad and empty. So, he showered, and he went to sleep. At approximately 10:15 am, Bucky was rudely awakened by a pounding on his door. He looked at the time and he jumped to his feet so fast he almost broke his neck tripping on his sheets. Kentucky was gonna kill him. He just hoped to God whoever was outside his door didn’t drag him out of the hotel in handcuffs.

“Ok Bucky, time to shine!” He muttered to himself and threw open the door. Outside was quite possibly the largest man he’s ever seen, and he was no pipsqueak himself, he towered over bucky by at least a foot, and his biceps were roughly the size of his head. “Hello there, seeing as you’re not in a police uniform, you must be Frankie.” The big man grunted his assent. “Ok then, may we g-“

“Listen here pretty boy, I don’t care if your famous, you hurt Kentucky? I hurt you. Understood?” His voice felt like a blast of attic wind. It made Bucky shiver. Where was this coming from? How would he hurt Kentucky, it’s not like she would ever date him, he couldn’t even get a woman to Mary him, let alone bag an absolute catch like Lucky.

“Yes sir, won’t happen again.” Bucky saluted like he was still in the service then realized what he was doing and always my scratched his head. “Can we?” He pointed at the door, hoping against all odds to escape this absolute shit show of a conversation.

“By the way kid? You’re lucky she didn’t send the cops.”

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At the colosseum, Y/N was pracitcaply putting a hole in the rug of their dressing rooms, while the various other band mates who bothered to show up on time, sat there bored out of their minds.

“I’m gonna kill him,” you muttered, biting at your bottom lip.

“No your not mama,” Natasha laughed from the couch, “You think he’s sexy, you don’t burn fine art.”

“Dammit, you’re right.” You sighed throwing your hands in the air and plopping dow on top of her and Peggy who were sitting next to eachother looking at dress designs Wanda sent them for SNL next month.

“I like the black one Nat, the red detailing is classy and fun.” You mutter, Peggy nods in agreement.

“I like Wanda’s idea of us all having black dresses with different colors, we could do it 1950’s style and put our hair up? I think it would look really cool. Fits the vibe of our song choice.” Peggy says casually flipping through the designs.

“Carol and I respectfully request to wear suits if that’s ok?” MJ pipes up, “I think two and two will look cool.” She shrugs, I’ll do the regular hair and makeup though.”

“Can I get a broad brim mobster hat?” Carol asks popping up from her place on the floor beside MJ’s chair.

“Yes, I like this idea. SNL will like it too I bet.” Wanda nodded. “If they let Megan and Billie do what they want, I’m guessing your performance will be just as accepted. That and it can be in black and white. Rami Malik is also the perfect host for that. I’ll pitch it to their team.”

“How about you boys, any ideas? You’re the week after.” Wanda said looking towards the Comandos who had already made it.

“I like the Jailhouse rock Idea! I think we sh-” Just then, Frankie walked in holding James by the collar.

“Put him down Frankie,” you sigh “he’s an ass, but we need him.” After Frankie let him go, he brushed himself off and grinned at you sheepishly. “You better have a damn good explanation for this.” You grind out.

“Over slept?”

“Im gonna kill him”

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All in all, the show went off without a hitch, the bands both sailed through their songs beautifully, and earned themselves an encore. However, on the last encore of the night, Bucky made things a little more interesting.

“This last one, goes out for a little special someone!” When he said that, you could swear he winked at you.

“Hey hey mama said the way you move” when he held out that move? You could feel your soul shake. He was going it slow, taking the opening slow to really get the crowd worked up. It was like he was expressly trying to lock eyes with you, seat his irises into your soul. “Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.” Then when the first two lines were done and they kicked into tempo, you remembered where you were, what you were doing, and you let the song echo behind you, as you went to help Wanda pack up the dressing room.

What was that look? What game was he playing at? He couldn’t want to mess around with you, you were a nobody. He was James Barnes, lead singer of one of the biggest bands of the decade, he had no interest in you. You were a road manager, a stick in the mud, a hard headed know it all. He dosent know a thing about you and dosent want you. You were just getting caught up in the music right?

#music #musicians #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky au #james barnes #winter solider fanfiction #rockstar!bucky #rockstar!au #steve rodgers #sam willson #wanda maximoff #vision #natasha romanoff #peter parker #avengers

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ao3feed-wandamaximoff · 4 months ago

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My Reason

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KpvnyAU by cute_as_bunnies After the whole Ultron ordeal, Natasha Romanoff is struggling with the memories of her past which have resurfaced. She can't seem to cope with it all over again. However, this time she isn't struggling alone. The loss of Pietro has taken a massive toll on Wanda Maximoff as she struggles to adapt to life with the Avengers but without Pietro. Theres an unusual spark between them as they connect and learn to love one another. This is a continuing story, started on the 08.03.25 Please check the TW's at the start of each chapter. Take care of yourself Xx Words: 3059, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Black Widow (Movie 2021), WandaVision (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/F Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Laura Barton, Pepper Potts Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov Additional Tags: Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug, Awesome Wanda Maximoff, Lesbian Wanda Maximoff, Lesbian Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Natasha Romanov Needs a Hug (Marvel), Natasha Romanov Is Not a Robot (Marvel), Natasha Romanov Has PTSD (Marvel), Natasha Romanov Has Issues (Marvel), Hurt Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff Has Issues, Hurt Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff Has PTSD, Eating Disorders, Self-Hatred, Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Red Room (Marvel), Nightmares, Heavy Drinking, Smut, Missions, Avengers Family, Depression, Rape/Non-con Elements, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Fainting, Hydra (Marvel) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KpvnyAU

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astheskycries · 5 years ago

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Protected- Chapter Fourteen

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When Maggie agreed to help her best friend finish preparing for an art exhibit, she wasn’t expecting to end up in the middle of a rough battle between Captain America and a shooter. She also didn’t expect to be considered a target because he saved her life and to be hunted by HYDRA agents for her involvement. Now her life is in the hands of a perfect soldier… and so is her heart.

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I slowly peel my eyes open, blinking at the light shining above me, and force myself up into a sitting position.

“Careful,” Natasha says, making my head snap over to see her curled against the wall so I can only see a single green-blue eye. “You could have a concussion.”

“What happened to you?” I whisper, knowing that despite how little I know Natasha Romanoff, she isn’t the type of person to behave like this.

She hesitates before slowly uncurling, and I cover my mouth with a hand to hide the gasp.

Blood.

Everywhere- her temple, her clothes, dried on her hands. She winces as she moves, betraying what might be a broken rib, and I force a breath before asking, “Did you break anything?”

“My rib,” She hisses, confirming what I was afraid of. “Bruises on my back. Are you hurt?”

I shake my head, unsure why. “They took me from the courtyard.” I go still. “Steve. They could have him or be doing something to him. Natasha-”

“He’s not here,” Natasha reassures me, calming me slightly. “Tell me about Jonathan.”

I frown, confused.”What about him?”

Natasha forces a shaky deep breath, and I scoot over, taking my jacket off and feeling for where blood is clearly flowing before tying the jacket around the wound, trying to stop as much as possible. “He’s alive,” Natasha says quietly.

I shake my head. “HYDRA killed him. That shooter-”

The cell clicks loudly, and the door opens to reveal the shooter smirking at me as I try to slow the blood.

“She needs a doctor,” I say forcefully, trying to hide my shaking hands. “She’s going to bleed out.”

The shooter tilts his head, studying Natasha’s weak eyes. “I’ll let someone stitch it, but she can recover from blood loss on her own.”

“You’re pathetic,” I hiss, sending him my darkest glare. “No decent human being would let someone die like this.”

“And no decent human being would take advantage of someone with something to lose.” He says calmly, eyes staring straight into mine.

No decent human being would take advantage of someone with something to lose.

I fall back a little, sitting in stunned silence. “No,” I whisper.

“As long as you let yourself be attached to someone, you will always lose something.” The man steps closer to us, grinning dangerously. “I gave up attachment for power. HYDR can be very useful if you use the right people.”

I bite my lip, fighting back tears as I keep my eyes on Natasha’s. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

“You always clung too tightly to people,” He says. “Your precious Captain will come for you, and then I will take him like I took your mother.”

“I hope he kills you,” I manage, not caring about my voice being thick with tears and how I would have never wanted someone dead before.

Jonathan smiles. “I’m sure you do.” He turns, steps out of the cell, and slams the door behind him, leaving me alone to sob and pray Natasha doesn’t die.

...

Steve slowly opens his eyes, smiling as he reaches his hand over to feel for Maggie. Feeling nothing but cold sheets, he jerks up in a panic, staying completely still and silent with tense muscles. Hearing nothing, he quickly moves off of the bed looks into the bathroom with a frown, quickly moving into the living room to find it just as empty as well. He purses his lips before moving into the elevator, not worried about someone seeing him in nothing but sweatpants and a white tank top. The door opens to the floor where Maggie was held, and he instantly moves towards her cell.

“Maggie?” Steve calls, moving inside without knocking and fighting back the new surge of fear. All he can think about is her damaged body on the side of the road, or traces of her blood with no body, or her deciding to leave him for good.The panic increasing his heartbeat doesn’t waver, and he sighs, leaning against the wall. He knew Maggie didn’t want him to go, but she wouldn’t have forgiven him if he stayed behind while Natasha is missing.

Unless she convinced someone else to go in his place.

“FRIDAY, where’s Maggie?” He calls, leaning in the bathroom and scanning quickly, dread a heavy weight in his stomach.

“I’m afraid she went into the courtyard last night.” FRIDAY answers calmly. “I have no record of her returning.”

Steve’s eyes land on the corner of her bed, and he sees the small corner sticking out from under the mattress. He instantly moves and grabs it, reading it silently.

I found this with the other things they took from you. Tony put some restrictions on it, but I made sure you could still talk to your friend. I would call her soon; it looked like she’d been trying to talk to you for a while.

- S

“She saved it,” He says quietly. He grips the note tighter and turns, marching towards the elevator. “FRIDAY, call the Avengers into the meeting room in five minutes. We’re tracking them down. Both of them.”

After a quick change of clothes, he steps into the conference room, instantly drawing the attention of his team: Wanda, Sam, Tony, Rhodey, and the Vision.

“No one went after Natasha yet, right?” He asks, using his authoritative voice.

Tony frowns. “I thought you were?”

Steve sags slightly. “That’s what I thought.” He moves to stand at the head of the table, taking a moment to consider his words. “Maggie is gone.”

“What happened?” Wanda asks instantly, ignoring the other exchanging glances.

“Either she was taken or she left on her own,” Steve says strongly. “Hopefully not to go after Natasha.”

“She wouldn’t,” Tony says firmly. “She trusts you to find her.”

“She’s stubborn,” Sam glances at Steve, as if making sure he wouldn’t offend him. “If it keeps her from losing someone else, she might try.”

Steve’s heart becomes slightly heavier. Sam only helped to bring her in, but he still knows the crucial detail Steve was hoping to ignore. “FRIDAY, play the video for around when Maggie went outside.”

The video plays on the table, and everyone watches in silence as a large figure slips behind her, holding a cloth over her mouth and easily scooping up her limp body.

He almost sags with relief. She didn’t go after Natasha, but she’s still in danger. She was trusting him to protect her, and now-

“Cap,” Sam says sharply, drawing him out of his thoughts.

Steve nods to him once before taking a breath. “With both of them captured, we need as many as possible to invade the base and bring them in. We don’t know who else they may take or how long they have.” He swallows a small lump at that, but presses on. “Suit up and get ready. We leave in ten minutes.”

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I think it's part trauma but also part an outside influence. Wanda couldn't control vision and she saw flashes of dead vision and pietro so I think to an extent theres an outside force that took advantage and is using this reality for their own ends. Theres also the fact that some residents seem to be very sus and sort of outside of Wanda's control. I also am thinking that maybe theyre introducing the multiverse to an extent since they had evan peters play pietro.

What I also think is wildy fascinating is the focus on american shows and culture int he series despite wanda being sovokian. Her accent slips in and out and at one point in the latest ep pietro calls her out on it. It's just all very sus and that makes me think theres an outside force thats at play.

Yeah you’re probably right, like it would honestly be weird if they made an MCU show without a villain and it was just about psychological trauma being worked out by a superhero. Honestly I wish I had waited a little longer to start it just because it was such an epic cliffhanger, but I hope they don’t ditch Evan Peters soon and I’m suspicious of the military guy who is so overly eager to kill Wanda, that seems like it could be for a reason other than the safety of the world.

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xmarveled · 6 years ago

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She’s Mine II

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Thor Odinson

Part 1

Summary: One is a super soldier. The other is a god. They both want you. You can only have one.

Request: The love of my life @bxcksdoll gave me this idea.❤️

Warnings: Violence, maybe even a little gore. Sexual assault. Language. ANGST.

A/N: Okay, I wasnt originally planning on continuing this, but I’ve gotten so much unexpected love over “She’s Mine” so I’m continuing it! :)) theres gonna be a lot of canon infrequencies, so bear with me. Thank you so much for everyone who reads my fics, likes, comments and reblogs. It really makes my day! I love you guys so much.😘❤️ If you want to request an Avenger x Reader, feel free to drop an ask, leave a comment below or send me a message! ^^

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Demands Steve.

“She-she was taken.” Steve met Tony’s eyes, and for the first time since he met the man, saw fear in his eyes. Pure, undiluted terror. It was bad. Really bad.

“Who?” Croaks out Thor, letting go of Steve to slump down against the wall.

“The Winter Soldier.”

Steve’s world stopped, restarted again, than came to a crashing halt. He could hear people already him yelling and someone was shaking his arm, but he felt as if he was underwater, unable to breath, unable to do anything as he drowned. He almost hit rock bottom when he a sudden shock of electricity went through his body, startling him out of his daze.

“Captain!” Steve looked through blurry vision to see Thor shaking his shoulders. “Rogers!”

Slowly, Steve sat up. “Are you sure?” He choked out.

“Positive.” Responded Tony. “He took her about 20 minutes ago. About a mile away from the compound.”

“Where-where is he now?” Asked Thor.

Tony sighed. “I-we don’t know. Jarvis is trying to track him right now but... it might be a couple hours before we know.”

A fist slammed into the table, making everyone in the room jump. “A couple hours!?” Yelled Thor. “You have all the best tech in the world and it’ll take you hours to find them!? She could be dead by then!”

Bruce walked up behind him and put a hand on Thor’s shoulder. “It’s not his fault man.”

“Damn right it’s not his fault.” Wanda hissed, gesturing at Steve and Thor. “It’s theirs. If they hadn’t been such assholes and put Y/N’s happiness before their little pissing contests, Y/N would still be here.”

“Guys please...” Said Nat, rubbing her closed eyes. “We’re all partly to blame, maybe some more than others but... arguing about whose fault it is isn’t going to help, its not going to bring Y/N back. We should all get ready so when Jarvis finds her, we can leave right away.”

The rest of the team left the room, but even after their shadows dissapered, Wanda’s words still rang out across the empty ballroom. “If you loved her, her happiness would be what matters the most.”

Y/N woke up in a dark room, hands and legs bound to your bed. The dull ache in your arm has grown into full blown searing pain and you almost whimpered through the gag in your mouth. Your head shot up as the door to the room opened, revealing a man in a lab coat accompanied by another masked man with a metal arm.

“Ah! Ms. Y/N. You’re awake! How are you feeling?” The man in the lab coat sat down on the bed next to you. You shot him a glare that could freeze the Sahara desert, wishing that you had your guns right now so that you can tear this man apart, slowly.

The man chuckled. “A feisty one isn’t she?” He asked the man besides him. There was no answer. “I am Dr. Schröder, and I must say, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for a while.”

His fingers started tracing your thigh and you tried to bite down the revulsion rising in your chest. “You are, a very, very beautiful woman Y/N. What do you say that we have some fun?” He removed your gag, waiting for your response.

You look up at him seductively and say “sorry, but I actually have standards.” The smile on his face instantly disappeared and his palm sent your neck to the side, the ring he was wearing leaving a bloody trail on your cheek.

Undeterred, you look back up at him. “Oh I’m sorry, did my honesty inconvenience your ego?” The doctor’s face turned red, and he pushed the gag back into your mouth. “Oh you’re gonna regret that bitch.” He got up from the bed and shuffled through his suitcase.

When he finally turned around, your heart dropped to your feet. There wasn’t a knife in his hands, as you had expected. No, it was so much worse than that. It was a syringe.

You started struggling on the bed, trying to escape your restraints. As he approached, you started yelling, screaming for someone, anyone to help you. You shouted at the brunette, still standing in the corner and he turned towards you with a blank expression on his beautiful, almost angelic face. As the doctor subdued you and placed the syringe on your neck, your last thought was “his eyes are so blue.”

“We’ve located them.” Yelled Tony, rushing into the hanger.

Thor stood up so quickly that he almost knocked Bruce down. “Where are they?”

“A abandoned storage unit in Vermont.” Replied Tony. “With the Quinjet, it should take us about 20 minutes to get there.” The rest of the team, all geared up to the max, rushed into the quinjet, not wanting to waste a single second of time. Too much time has passed already. You’ve been gone for almost 12 hours.

Inside the quinjet, Thor found Steve sitting in a room alone, head in his hands. Hesitantly, he entered the room and asked the Captain “Are you alright?” Steve choked out a bitter laugh. “Am I alright? The love of my fucking life is gone, maybe dying right now, and you’re asking me if I’m alright?”

Thor looked down at the captain. “You... you love her?”

Steve froze, realizing what he had said. Deflating a little, he admitted “yeah, I do.”

Thor sighed, slumping down onto the couch across from Steve.

“I love her so much, it hurts.” Said Steve. “The way she looks at you... It hurts that she’ll never look at me like that.” He glanced up at Thor. “You were right you know, she does love you more than me.”

To Steve’s surprise, Thor let out a bitter laugh. “You’re the bravest man I’ve ever met Captain, but you can be so blind sometimes. Have you seen the way she looks at you? Every time you enter the room, she lits up. When you two are together, it’s like the rest of the world disappears. The way she laughs at your jokes, the way she blushes when you two accidentally touch... she loves you too.”

Steve’s eyes flash to Thor’s, shocked. “I-don’t lie to me. Does she really?”

With a sad nod, Thor said “She does, Captain. She does.”

Steve hurried his face in his hands and when he sat up, there was a newfound hope shining in his eyes.

“Steve.”

“What?” Asked Thor.

“Call me Steve.”

Thor looked at his once sworn-nenemis and a ghost of a smile flited across his face.

“Alright, Steve.”

“Okay team!” Yelled Tony. “Remember, we came here for Y/N and no matter what happens, we’re not leaving without her. Nat, Clint, you’re on the West Wing, me and Bruce will check the East Wing, Wanda, Vision, Rhodey and Sam, get as many guards as you can. No Hydra agent is leaving that building alive today. And you two-” he gestured at Steve and Thor. “You two are going down to the basement. When you find her, get her back on the jet like your life depends on it. Are we clear?”

The rest of the team nodded, grim determination etched into their faces. Every single member of this team loves you like family, and they will do whatever it takes to get you back, even if it means dying themselves.

“Let’s go get our girl.”

Steve and Thor descended into the basement. It was dark and musty, not to mention completely empty. They were just about to head back upstairs when Steve heard the scream. He spun around but found himself face to face with an empty white wall.

“What is it?” Asked Thor.

“Listen.”

They waited a few seconds and they heard it again. This time, it was clearer and the blood drained out of both men’s faces. It was your scream.

Both men rushed around frantically, trying to locate where your screaming was coming from. No matter where they searched, they couldn’t find a crack in the floor or a hole in the walls and out of frustration, Steve kicked the wall.

Suddenly, the wall bent backwards, as if doing a summersault and revealed a dark hallway hidden beyond it. Both men rushed through it, only to find another hallway beyond it.

Your screams were getting louder and closer, but not close enough. Steve felt tears drip down his face, the sounds of pain he’s never heard you make breaking his heart. They rounded a final corner, and the sight before them sent both men down to their knees.

You were on the floor, cheeks streaked with a mixture of blood and tears and mouth open in a scream. A masked man was holding your buckling form down. A masked man Steve knew too well.

“Stop right there!” Hissed the masked man, the Winter Soldier.

Steve let out a sob as Y/N screamed again, voice so full of pain and anguish that Steve had to block his ears. “What have you done?” He roared, advancing on the man.

“I said, stop right there!” Yelled the man, pulling a knife out to rest against your neck. “If you take one more step, I will kill her.”

“Please...” gasped out Steve and the man moved the knife so it scratched at the surface of your neck, breaking your delicate skin. “Bucky, please.”

The man froze. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Buck, Bucky please. It’s me, Steve.” Bucky turned and stared at Steve, a glazed look in his eyes. “S-Steve?”

“It’s me buddy. It’s me. Now put the knife down.” Steve said, trying to keep his voice from breaking.

“No-no. They’ll kill me and they’ll kill you too.” Bucky’s fingers started shaking around his knife. “Go, go before they catch you!” He yelled.

“I can’t. Not without her.” Whispered Steve. “Bucky, please.”

A brief look of hesitation passed through Bucky’s eyes before he turned around and sprinted down the hallway into the gloom. Steve ran the rest of the way to Y/N, knees barking when he hit the ground besides her.

“Y/N, oh my god Y/N.” He sobbed.

“Steve...” you whispered, voice hoarse from the screaming.

“I’m here baby, I’m here.” Steve said, gathering you into his arms. “You’re gonna be okay babygirl. I’ve got you.”

You didn’t respond, only coughing into your hands.

“Baby?” Asked Steve, panicking as he saw the blood on your hands.

With the last of your remaining strength, you cough out “I-I love you.” before going limp in Steve’s arms.

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bbparker · 6 years ago

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Work of Art [1/?] Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: Lets be honest are we surprised this is here? Probably not but I liked the idea and I'll figure out if its going to have anymore parts or I like it as a one-shot!

ALSO UNEDITED LOL

NO ENDGAME SPOILERS

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“Steve why are we here?” A grumpy voice echoes around one of two cars driving through the city. The two cars were composed of all the Avengers, squished into two large bulletproof cars; for security of course.

“Because its an event dedicated to us and we accepted the invitation, old man.” Sam Wilson grumbled, not even bothering to look over at the Winter Soldier, who in turn glared at him.

“Over-grown pigeon..” Bucky mumbled as Steve laughed. Bucky leant against the window and watched the world go by. How New York City has changed over time and sometimes Bucky would be able to slip into memories of him being here in the 40’s, 60’s and 90’s; of course not all of them ending pleasantly.

“To answer your question Bucky, the main artist has apparently used us as inspiration for their works and nicely invited us.” Natasha Romanoff spoke from the very back, glancing out the window. Bucky simply grumbled, he didn’t want to go and see great works of art about the good things they’d don because he was appreciative of it but didn’t want it rubbed in his face.

He was the odd man out and he knew it. Always out of place, out of time and never quite fitting in.

Arriving at the art gallery, they all stepped out of the car and entered the building as some people began taking photos but they of course ignored it. A security guard met them at the door and began ushering them to the right exhibit where a long line of people waited.

Of course, they were able to enter straight away and as the door closed behind them, the team entered a dark tunnel. There was a small bridge that lead through it, Bucky noticed as the team glanced around wondering why it was so dark.

Bucky tread forwards slowly and was the first one to enter onto the bridge. His mind weary, expecting an attack but as the sole of his shoe touched the bridge the surrounding tube lit up.

The tubed entrance was representing that of a rainbow moving quickly and if you stared long enough, you would see far away galaxies instilled within it but overtime you believed you would see something solid, it would fade away. It made you want to look and discover them all. The Avengers stood in awe as one by one they began passing through the bridged tunnel to the next room.

“Hey Thor, it looks like your rainbow bridge.” Steve mentioned, as Thor grinned happily. It reminded him of the bridge he would see out of his window from the castle in Asgard.

“Indeed, it seems this artist has great perception.” Bucky was the last to join them as she continued to stare around the tunnel, walking backwards and into the next room.

Maybe he would enjoy this exhibit much more than he thought he would.

Within an hours time, the Avengers had separated into smaller groups, Bucky choosing to go on his own. The exhibit so far was exhilarating. Somehow the artist had captured the team in many forms of art. Digital interactive things and place. Paintings and photographs. They had the complete works.

But Bucky couldn’t help feeling the pit in his stomach slightly drop at every artwork. His friends and teammates were heroes from the start, built up with greatness. He was the villain amongst heroes and he knew it.

The room was a bit full to be too comfortable but Bucky tried not to pay mind, until a smaller figure bumped into him, knocking a little bit of her champagne onto his button up.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” The voice called, asking the woman next to her to grab some paper towel. Bucky looked up upon hearing the voice, between the hair hanging in front of his eyes, and found a woman with wide eyes as she looked at him- and it wasn’t because she had spilt her drink on him.

He realised she might start screaming and moment and his heart rate sped up, breathing becoming haggard. She recognised him as a villain- she was afraid.

Instead, of what he thought would be a scream, she let out a small giggle.

“I’ve never seen the Winter Soldier so petrified of a small person such as myself before.” Bucky’s mind broke from its shock as she was handed some paper towel and handed it to him. Taking it slowly, still watching her, he dapped most of the liquid from his shirt.

The assistant to the lady, quickly took it and the champagne glass from them and walked away, leaving them facing each other.

“My names (y/n), you must be James Barnes.” Holding out a hand, Bucky took it gently with his human one.

“Bucky, its uh, its nice to meet you.” It seemed to coincidental for someone to go unnoticed by him that he began to think she was a spy out for him. His eyes flickered around the perimeter before looking back at the female as she watched him curiously.

“You too. So, what do you think of this exhibition?” She smiled gently and looked around at the excited patrons that were going from the different artworks.

“I-its great. I liked the uhm, the bridge at the start.” (Y/N) smirked and put her hands behind her back.

“Is there something missing from it? Perhaps going unseen?” (y/n) raised an eyebrow as his furrowed in confusion.

“Please, walk with me.” Bucky followed along cautiously as she stopped in front of one of the busier artworks. She could barely see over the crowd but Bucky had no problem seeing exactly what it was. It was a giant marble statue of the different Avengers fighting off Ultrons robots.

“Do you know what that is?” She asked, not even looking at the art herself but knowing exactly what it is. Bucky cleared his throat as he looked from the statue, to her and back to the marvellous creation.

“Its a statue of the Avengers attacking Ultron.” She hummed in agreement before moving on to the next art work.

“And this?” It was of Wanda and Vision, their stone statues having water coming out of their hands with red and gold lights shining on the water to make it look like their powers are alive.

“Wanda and Vision using their powers.” Again, (y/n) hummed and Bucky watched her curiously as the drifted to a quieter side of the exhibit, only having two or three compared to the 40+ behind them.

They passed many statues, artworks and other pieces that made Bucky feel worse and yet happy for his friends. The artist knew what they were doing when they created these pieces and managed to bring a story and a new angle to every incident and hero.

Noticing she stopped in front of another, Bucky stopped beside her and looked up to what he believed to be one of the Avengers. Only he didn’t recognise it. It seemed as if they were facing away from them. The white light cast upon it made it look like a shadow.

(Y/N) watched as his brows furrowed trying to identify who it was.

The shadow was in cargo pants, boots and carrying a gun but without the face, he had no idea who it could be. It couldn’t be Steve, it was a little too small, nor could it be anyone else as they didn’t carry guns.

“Some people live in the shadows of themselves. Waiting to emerge as that person once more but for some people, they’ll never realise that its okay not to be that person again. Nobody stays the same forever.” Bucky’s head snapped to look at her but she was already looking at him.

“Its good, I like it. Kinda sad though don’t you think?” Bucky tried to lighten the situation, like he had practiced in the mirror. He wanted to be normal. He wanted to laugh, to joke and be apart of the group. But it was always a hit and miss with him.

A snort left her mouth as a warm smile came to meet him. His eyes widened slightly at the fact he actually made the woman laugh.

“Yeah, he has a sad story but it ends well. C’mon theres more to see.” She took only a few steps before coming to the next one. It seemed to be a flat fogged wall of glass and Bucky became slightly uncomfortable at the sight.

“Whats this?” Bucky looked back at her, not wanting to stare at the glass too long. Afraid something else will be staring back at him, namely his own face.

“Frosted glass.” She smiled lightly before indicating to his hand.

“May I?” Bucky simply nodded and offered his human hand. Her soft fingers grabbed his hand and pulled him gently towards it. His mind and heart raced and he believe he could feel the cold from here. Not again, he didn’t want to see ice ever again.

Bucky’s breathing began to get harsher as memories began to play through his head. (Y/N), noticing for a moment, stopped his hand just before it touched the glass.

“Bucky…” She offered and he realised his eyes had shut.

“Bucky, open your eyes. Its okay. I promise nothing is going to hurt you.” His eyes opened slowly, embarrassed at his withdrawn behaviour, however, an understanding smile met his. Slowly her hand came to rest on the back of his as she lay it on the frosted glass.

It was cool to the touch, making him flinch, but (y/n) warm hand reassured him. He watched as his touch on the glass somewhat made the frost disappear from around his hand. A smile came to his face as he watched it disappear in patterns and swirls. A gleeful sight.

With his smile brightened, he turned to (y/n) to see her smiling brightly.

“That’s not even the best part. Close your eyes and feel the glass.” Smiling still and now having some trust towards the girl, he closed his eyes and waited. (y/n)’s hand moved away from him along with her body as he concentrated. Slowly but surely he felt it.

Like a vibration.

It was… a heartbeat?

And warmth, his hand was growing unnaturally warm but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

It felt…almost… human?

There was a heartbeat through the frosted glass in the form of vibration. With widened eyes he glanced around to tell her how amazing it was when he saw she was gone. Quickly pulling his hand off the glass, it frosted over once more.

Hearing a noise, he was distracted by a small boy came up to the glass exhibit. He looked up at Bucky and pointed to the glass, as if asking permission to touch it. Unsure of what to do in these situations, the kids were what the Avengers usually handled while he stayed in the back, Bucky simply nodded.

Just like him, the kid lay a simple hand on the glass and waited. Slowly, the frost faded in its patterns and swirls as the boys mouth came to form into a big smile. That smile broadened as Bucky figured what must have been he heartbeat.

The smile then was turned on him and Bucky stood shocked. The little boy then innocently waved goodbye and left, running to his mum.

Bucky then stood alone, looking around there were many things in this area that seemed to go unnoticed by a lot of people as they gawked over at the Avengers, powerful and mighty. The frosted wall and shadowed figure but a small percentage of them. Reminding him that the girl was still nowhere to be seen.

Heading down the exhibit of the mysterious figures, Bucky admired all the creative works as he ventured through the many corridors and rooms. He found a quiet humanity and respect in all of them. He liked this section the most.

Standing in from of the last piece of work, it was a simple painting. The painting has splashes of red, black, white, grey and in one area- blue.

Bucky sighed, staring at it. He hadn’t managed to find the girl again but he was intrigued by her. She had a glow and warmth that his frosted mind couldn’t resist. Like a moth to a flame.

“I figured you’d be stuck at this one.” Her voice called. Bucky turned suddenly to find (y/n) standing there with an understanding smile on her face.

“Where’d you go?” He ask as she came to stand next to him.

“I wanted you to discover them by yourself. I knew you’d figure them out eventually.” She smiled and while she turned back to the seemingly messy painting, he continued to look at her.

“This one is a bit confusion though isn’t it? Only those who want to and know how to perceive it can.” Bucky scoffed a laugh and looked back to the mess they were now calling art.

“I think this is my least favourite. I have no idea what its supposed to be.” (y/n) laughed at his honestly. Bucky looked to her, liking the sound that made his heart drum a bit faster.

“Yes, well that tells me you don’t know how to see something right in front of you. Remember Barnes, perspective.” As the last word left her lips, she pushed his body to the right, making him take a couple steps before regaining his balance.

Suddenly he was poised to fight off her attacks but (y/n) hiding a weapon of any kind, or even in a fighting position. She simply raised an eyebrow and pointed to the painting. Scoffing, Bucky thought she might be trying to distract him but a quick glance at the painting made him double take.

Dropping his stance and defences altogether, Bucky’s eyes widened. For what stared back at him was…

…himself.

Bucky barnes moved closer to the painting but the illusion disappeared and it became blobs again. Quickly moving back to his original position, Bucky looked again and found himself looking back.

A quick glance at the soft smiled girl told him this is what she wanted him to see.

“Who are you?” He breathed out as she came over to him and gently took his metal hand, watching him with soft eyes.

“A friend. But also the artist that did the painting you called shit.” Bucky laughed, looking down at her as he allowed himself this one moment. Just a guy holding hands with a girl. Not the winter soldier.

“I didn’t say it was shit, I just-wait. Y-you did these? All of these?” (y/n) looked away from Bucky and to the painting.

“I did. I like this section the best though. The James Barnes section. He’s much more of a hero to me.” Bucky gaped down at her as she moved her fingers so they were properly interlocked with his. Looking up at his shellshocked face she laughed once again. Bucky heart sped up slightly at the sound, bringing him out of his shock.

Smiling lightly, Bucky pushed his hair back with his other hand glancing around at what he now found was his part of the exhibit. Looking to the girl again, he found her watching him.

“Why? Th-this is… its…” Bucky couldn’t get the words out but (y/n) didn’t mind.

“Because you’re amazing Bucky Barnes. You might not see yourself as a hero but we do. Though you go a little unnoticed, I wanted to show that theres a warmth to you and a story the world doesn’t understand just yet.” Her gaze locked with his and both of their breaths were taken away.

“I want the rest of them to see you… as I see you.” And then Bucky Barnes brought her into his chest in the most gracious hug he could muster. Smaller arms came to wrap around him and rub up and down his back.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

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pwnyta · 6 years ago

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AGE OF ULTRON BOTHERS ME OK. Like... I ENJOYED IT. I thought it was a fun romp but if I think about it beyond just watching cool fight scenes its fucking irritating.

So Im gonna give my suggestions on how to fix it so it doesnt feel like Whedon disregarded every other movie that he had no part in..

HERE GOES.

First off... this should be a movie that completely cements the Avengers as a team. Ultron should try AND FAIL to put a divide in the Avengers. Loki already broke them up and Whedon absolutely knows that Civil War is coming and its gonna happen again so THIS movie should be one where the Avengers are the most SOLID OF UNITS.

Especially Steve and Tony. Steve distrust of Tony is baseless and obnoxious... it made some sense in the first movie because Tonys attitude in public and thats all Steve got plus Lokis discourse stick adding fuel to the fire... FINE. But its shitty in this movie and makes Cap look like a fucking moronic prick... because REALLY trusting the chick that mind raped you and tried to murder you over your fucking teammate? JANKY and makes you look like an incompetent leader (though the writers would ignore that fact because theyre too scared to let Steve make mistakes... but w/e)

The one area I can see them actually arguing or disagreeing is Tony making Vision after what happens with Ultron. Tony points out hes been making AI for a long ass time without issue and Cap says its not worth it, Tony argues damned if we dont maybe not damned if we do.... scuffle happens, Vision happens, Thor pops in, Stark was right... Cap and Tony have a heart to heart because theyre friends and they make up...

At some point before Wanda and Pietro switch sides, Wanda learns that Tony wasnt the one selling weapons... maybe when Ultron is talking about him learning shit from the internet and deciding humanity should just fuck off (a fair assessment honestly) one of the things he mentions is Tony being carelessness and Stane selling weapons under the table... and it starts sinking in in that moment that shes been attacking a man who had no real part in her parents death, but then Ultrons like Im gonna kill everyone and thats when Wanda and Pietro dip out.

The scene where Clint is talking to Wanda and Pietro should be a reconciliation between them and Tony instead... maybe a conversation about how he understands how it is to be the bad guy and hurt people because of grief... were not so different you and I and all that... and it would sting even harder in Civil War when Tony once again lets his grief consume him and he lashes out at Steve and Bucky.

Wanda getting to have a heart to heart with a character shes wronged most of all and trying to be a better person by helping the fight against Ultron would humanize her more and it would give her losing her brother a lot more of a sting. I think anyways.

CLINT SHOULD HAVE SHIT TO DO. I think Ive said this before but they should have Clint have a family but absolutely not have Clint go to his family home when hes being hunted down by a homicidal fuckin robot....ya know? He brings them to a safe house, the Avengers are still a little awkward and making comments... theres pictures of Clint with his wife and kids and Nat ‘these are agents.‘ ‘...the kids?‘ ‘...smaller agents...‘... at the end of the movie when theyre victorious we see a scene where Clint goes to another home and hes greeted by his wife and kids and were like OMG THEYRE ACTUALLY REAL AND NOT JUST A COVER? IDK what else to do with Clint...

Nat and Bruce woulda been fine but they should been the main source of animosity within the Avengers. Nat manipulated and lied to Bruce to get him into SHIELDs grasp and Bruce almost killed Natasha. Though theyre civil with each other in the end it would be interesting to see their relationship start to fester when theyre in a desperate situation. Maybe they get separated from the group and are forced to confront their negativity toward each other... and dont really make up until near the end of the movie. Natasha continuously thinks she can handle a situation alone (secretly shes afraid that Bruces anger for her will cause the Hulk to lash out at her too and Thor isnt around to stop him no one is... she'd be alone) and does a pretty good job fighting off the bad guys herself, but eventually theyre cornered and Bruce says they need Hulk... and she says no and they argue and Bruce does it anyways and takes out the bots coming after them and when he turns, Nat is clearly scared like she was that first time... Hulk reaches out to her because hes not just a mindless beast and she faces and conquers her fear and they work well together.

Bruce watching Natasha keep him safe and be there for him (maybe theres a point where SHE could save herself and leave Bruce but she doesnt) and she in turn sees that Bruce/Hulk isnt something that she needs to be scared of. EXCELLENT. If they wanna hint a maybe romance after that fine... I prefer it not happen but at least theres some material to work with. Bruce takes off at the end because he still cant deal with what happened earlier in the movie with him ripping apart a city... so hes off to Ragnarok as scheduled.

Thor.......... I dunno. Like Clint its a bit hard to work with him in this movie. He can do what hes doing in the movie I guess? but like... let him have some connection... maybe hes the one who calms Hulk down since Nats not there... but instead of just talking at Hulk hes like 'hey buddy!!' and Hulks like RRAWRRRR and Thor yells at him back and is like 'LOL -PUNCH- lets get going' and Hulk is like '-huff huff- -looks angry-.....k'. IDFK. But itd be cool since Ragnarok they became buddies anyways....

Rhodey should have been in contact with the Avengers in the movie more. There is a scene where hes talking with Tony and Nat over a computer but it was cut... but they should have given him that scene and him updating the Avengers on what hes doing (finding Fury and getting SHIELDs help or w/e) and Whedon not even letting Sam come back for the finally is unforgivable..

but I guess it would really highlight the fact he sidelined the 3 black guys and only let them come in in the end.... but Sam being sent to find Bucky was a shitty way to get rid of him. But it just makes it clear the movies after the Avengers was disregarded- Whedon doesnt know what to do with Sam (whos introd in Cap2), Rhodey is back to being War Machine with no explanation(even though in IM3 hes Iron Patriot), Fury is back with SHIELD (even though SHIELD was dismantled and Fury left)...

Rhodey being Iron Patriot could have been hilarious too... and also gave Steve and Rhodey some kind of connection. Just have him land by Cap in that ridiculous suit and Cap looks at him and he looks at Cap and Tonys like 'Well one of you needs to change...' and then in Civil War when Rhodey is back to War Machine... itd be kind of hilarious. They can even have another running gag where people keep fake mistaking them as the same person and theyre like 'ALRIGHT I FUCKING GET IT' 'LANGUAGE~~'

But youd need the writers to actually care about Rhodey... AND THEY FUCKIN DONT. All of them. Theyre all to blame.

..Where was I...

Also literally ONE scene with Vision and Tony... maybe at the very end... because Tony losing his most consistent/closest confidant and only RDJ looking devastated because he seems to be the only one who cares about Tonys bots/AIs kinda sucks. I mean Whedon admitted that he didnt think JARVIS was all that important didnt he? Garbo.

...IDK what else... but you know what I mean? Im so sick of heroes fighting each other... its cool and sad every once in awhile but literally every movie doesnt have to be that.

Will anyone read my rambling nonsense? Probably not... but I have a lot of feelings. AoU and BvS ...why do you gotta suck so hard.

#Movie tag.#EwimFixIts.

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