#tony stark is the best/worst

[justanothersadperson93]

Isn't this adorable?

I think, like a lot of people, I have a love hate relationship with Tony Stark. And boy, is it strong ❤️💛

[trulynamelessworld]

Y'all I need peak 2016 (but actually good) Avengers Tower fics where they're all living together like the weirdest roommates to ever exist.

Ya feel?

No I do not care what romantic pairings there are, I just need everyone alive. Bonus points if they heavily feature Natasha or if it's from her point of view. I don't mind a bit of angst, but I need the funny.

Thanks!

[redlettermediathings]

[fr1day-incredible]

My Roman Empire is that one scene from secret invasion when Rhodey walks out of the court talking on the phone. Because I was so confused, it truly felt like something was missing. But then I realised that it was Tony! Tony was missing, because he and Rhodey are a duo. They are inseparable. So then I got happy because obviously the person that Rhodey was talking to on the phone was Tony! Duh! So soon Tony himself was going to hang up and walk into the view of the camera, being all smug for hanging up on Rhodey and making him think that he was far away. When in reality he was right there behind the corner!

And then reality fucking slapped me and I have not been the same since.

Like seriously omfg I almost cried. I think that was the moment when I realised that Tones is actually dead dead and is not coming back. And im still so pissed about that tbh

[pumpkinrootbeer]

hockey mutuals can I convince you guys to care about the marvel comics omg please please pleaaaaaaaase listen to my rants about the comics let stars lb name five hockey players and I'll name five! marvel issues! I'll name 100 marb,le comics... PLEAAAAAAAASSE

[depressedtheatrekiddo]

Yes, I am in Spain, but I'm also in Spain without the S

[selenitesdawn]

Temperance (1/3)

pairing: wanda maximoff x female!reader plot: Your best friend Kate convinced you to do charity work in Sokovia with some of your old classmates, including your former bully Vision and his girlfriend Wanda Maximoff, who you inconveniently took too much of a liking in. warnings: 18+ !! minors dni. wanda is with vision... also, suggestive content I guess word count: 1115

Patience is a virtue. Patience is the solution. These have been your only thoughts for days now. From a self-imposed affirmation to a recurring echo in your head, this reminder is all you had to get through the situation at hand. What else could you do? Keep trying to ignore your desire? The craving that has kept you awake for days and nights?

The thing is, you may be able to trick your brain for a while. Convince yourself that the way her nose wrinkles when she grins doesn't do anything to you. That the way her middle and ring finger draw the same patterns over and over again on the pages of her book whenever she is deep in thought, doesn't stir something inside of you. That the muffled moans coming from her and Vision's room at night don't bother you. Your brain has managed to lie to itself for a long time, but you can no longer ignore what Wanda is doing to you. So instead of denying your feelings, you decided that you have to sit through them. Until you can finally leave this place.

You weren't planning on pining after your old classmate's girlfriend, but here you were. Miles away from home, locked up with the constant reminder that you can never be with Wanda the way you want to. Originally, the three months in Sokovia were supposed to fulfill you. You just wanted to take care of the local street dogs with your best friend Kate. Do something good. That was it.

“Come on y/n, you've always had a heart for street animals,” your best friend said to you at the time. Back then she turned up at your door without a warning and told you about this great trip Vision had planned.

“Kate, I barely got anything done last semester. I can't waste another one. Besides, my boss never gives me that long of a vacation.”

You knew Kate wouldn't leave your apartment until you said yes. You could tell by the way her eyes were gleaming. How she slightly bend over the table you were sitting at, her gaze not leaving you for one second. Of course, the whole thing is much easier for Kate. Her mother is filthy rich. Kate can basically do whatever she wants. She could disappear for one year, travel the world with money she didn't earn and wouldn't have to worry about her life back home for one moment. You don't have that luxury.

“Think about it. First of all, you do something that fulfills you. Besides, I know you y/n. You haven't wanted to work in that rancid bakery for months. We'll find something new for you afterwards. Not to mention that volunteering to help street dogs for three months looks great on your CV. Plus: I heard Vision rented a mansion”

Vision. The name alone triggered something in you. Vision is not only the son of the famous billionaire Tony Stark, but also a giant asshole. Before Vision knew you were friends with Kate, he took every opportunity to trigger you in some way. Like standing in front of your locker with his group of followers for no reason, just so you couldn't get to it. The worst thing he ever did was probably when he stole your notebook and read out loud in class what you had written about your former classmate Natasha. Some cheesy and cringe poem you managed to suppress from your memories. From that day on, it wasn't just the whole school that knew you liked women. You also were never able to look Natasha in the eye again. But Vision somehow always managed to come out of it okay. His reputation was disgustingly squeaky clean.

“It's so weird imagining Vision doing something voluntarily that doesn't serve only himself. Are you sure he isn't just joking?,” you had asked back then.

“I think he has really changed since high school. Besides, his girlfriend is originally from Sokovia and I think it was her idea? I don't know for sure. But please, y/n, join me. I'd do anything to spend more than an hour a week with my best friend. And this is a once in a lifetime opportunity! Vision specifically asked if you want to join.”

You've never been able to deny Kate a wish. But also, it's never led you into such a miserable situation before. So this is where you were. In a villa far too grand for it to feel like a prison. Besides Vision, Wanda and Kate, there were two other old classmates; Steve and Bucky. Living together turned out to be easier than you thought, especially considering the fact that Vision was there. But your feelings for Wanda kept causing you problems. Whenever the redhead came near you, you started to stumble over your words. One long look alone could throw you completely off balance. But it was even worse when she smiled at you. When she listened to you and her head slightly tilted at the same time. Or when you were cooking and she suddenly appeared behind you, her hand softly placed around your waist and her head set down on your shoulder.

“What are you blessing us with this evening?,” she inquired with an almost teasing tone in her voice.

Before you were able to even articulate anything, she took her free hand, slid it along your arm and took the wooden spoon out of your hand.

“May I?,” her voice dangerously low, as she already moved the spoon towards her mouth, looking straight at you. You just gulped and managed a small nod as Wanda put the spoon in her mouth, her gaze never leaving you as she sucked it clean. Her green eyes were barely visible as her dilated pupils covered them almost completely. A soft moan escaped from her lips as she handed the spoon back to you.

“You're so good at this y/n,” Wanda groans, her hand which still holds onto your waist making its way to your lower back, smoothly slipping under your loose t-shirt. The cold rings on her fingers on your warm skin immediately sent shivers down your spine. Her pinky slightly slipped under the waistband of your sweatpants before she left you standing alone in the kitchen.

She must do this on purpose. There is no other way.

You thought to yourself. But what was the use? Either you are right and she does it on purpose or you are wrong and project your fantasies onto her. In both cases, it is best to simply stay away from Wanda. Because there is no way you don't end up completely fucked. Right?

: Part 2

[sweetromanova]

Off The Record🖤

Natasha Romanoff x Criminal Defense Lawyer!Original Female Character

Summary: She’s built a career on keeping secrets and defending the worst with nothing to lose. That changed when Natasha Romanoff showed up on the other side of the courtroom.

Warnings: descriptions of violence, psychological manipulation, implied child abuse and trauma, emotional abuse, mentions of torture, human and sex trafficking, war crimes and murder, implied coercion, legal corruption, gun violence, secondary character deaths, power imbalance, blood and injury depiction

Chapters: Two,

A/N: i tried in so many different ways to write this as reader/second person point of view but it just didn’t click so i did have to do original character! please be honest if the legal stuff is a little boring and too much, i feel it’s very dialogue and law-jargon heavy and can change it up if needed! enjoy🤍

Chapter One

Avengers Secondary Holding Facility, Upstate New York March 12, 2022

The quinjet cut through the clouds, the breeze stirring mild turbulence as it glided down toward the landing strip outside the Avengers’ secondary holding facility, the one for when Avengers didn’t want or need the world watching.

Natasha Romanoff stood at the rear hatch, face unreadable and gaze locked on to the man seated across from her. The same man that has just taken her a two month long gruelling mission to finally bring in. 

Maksim Vasiliev. Hands shackled, eyes full of cold amusement as he stares right back. Even bound, he looks like the one with all the power in the room. Natasha fought the use to put her fist through his face, again. Once had been enough, for now.

“Time to face the music.” She quipped, allowing two shield operatives to take him by the arm each as the ramp fully lowered to the floor.

Vasiliev turned to her, that same smile on his face that’s made her skin crawl for years. “You’re still so dramatic, Natalia.”

With his head held high, he sauntered down the ramp like he didn’t have a care in the world, like he wasn’t looking at lifetime of the same concrete walls staring at him.

Inside the facility, the Avengers were already assembled. Natasha entered just seconds before Maksim was seated in the interrogation room, all of them watching the sick man through the two sided mirror. Tension clung in the air until Tony decided to break it, in true Stark style.

“Well, that’s only ugly son of a b-“

“Always something useful to say.” Maria murmured, overseeing his transfer. The two guards that flanked Vasiliev disappeared from view, leaving the criminal alone in the room. “Any ideas on the first move, Natasha?”

“He’s in this for the long run so I think it won’t matter in what order we exhaust our options.”

“I could go in, maybe I can tell if he’s lying.” Wanda supplies helpfully, the pupils of her eyes already sparkling with red as she read what she could from his subconscious. “He’s still smug, like he’s got a way out of here.”

“That’s assuming he talks. He’s had 30 years hiding in the shadows to prepare for this.” Steve sighs. “Did he saying anything on the flight, Natasha?”

“Not much useful. Pointless stuff we already knew.”

“We’ve dealt with guys like him before, sociopaths with god complexes. Best thing we can do is break the pattern and get Wanda in his head to figure out what he knows.” Tony comments, already sounding bored. “It’s our best play.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re bored.” Sam drawls. “How this guy is alive is beyond me? I thought he went up in flames with the rest of HYDRA.”

“He hid, like a coward. Also those scars on his face? Plastic surgery. Fake passports and too many favours from people that owed him.” Natasha’s voice was low. “He slipped once and got caught. Think about how many more are out there, slipping away and disappearing forever.”

“Then let’s not give him the chance.” Tony stands, heading towards the door. “Let’s get Wanda in there, see what he’s coming up with.”

Wanda was already halfway across the room, when the door slammed open.

“You’ll do no such thing.”

All heads turned.

Sienna Blake strode in the place like she belonged, like she’s built the place brick by brick. A sleek black suit framed her figure, pointed heels skimming the floor and dark eyes sharp with precision and defiance. Behind her, Clint followed looking distinctly unamused but also not stopping her.

Wanda blinked. “Who the hell-“

“Who the hell are you?!” Natasha snapped, stepping forward before anyone else could. Her voice low and her tone lethal. “This is a secure facility.”

“I’m aware.” Sienna responded, coldly. “You’re holding my client-“

“Your client?!”

“-MY client illegally. Interrogation without counsel is a violation of the Geneva Convention, not to mention domestic law. You’ve had him in custody, including time of arrest, for six hours without a formal change or notifying legal representation.”

She threw a folder on to the briefing table. “That’s over now. He will not be questioned, touched, read, scanned or even looked at funny until I’ve met with him and confirmed he’s fit to speak.”

“Damn.” Sam muttered.

Tony leaned over to Steve, eyes never leaving Sienna. “Did we get sued and no one told me?”

Natasha’s jaw clenched as she stepped up closer to the woman. “Your client is a war criminal.”

“He’s also a person, WITH rights.” Sienna shot back. “And the law doesn’t care about how much you hate him. Rights are rights. If you’re going to act like a court of executioners, at least be honest about it.”

“She’s a bitch but damn, this is the hottest thing I’ve seen all year.” Sam fails to hide his grin, leaning into Tony as he watches in admiration. “Seriously, who are you?”

“I’m Sienna Blake, you’ll get to know me.” She turns back to Natasha. “If you want justice Agent Romanoff, follow the law. Otherwise you’re just another assassin with a badge.” 

The room went silent. Natasha didn’t flinch as her eyes locked with Sienna’s, almost challenging. “File your charges then we’ll talk.” 

Maria nodded her head to Sienna, watching as she struts out of the room and straight into the holding cell. Not a tremble in her step or a slip of a mask as she walks up to Maksim like he’s a coffee shop barista and not a man accused of genocide and terrorism.

“Sweet Jesus.” Clint scoffs, his tone almost impressed. “She’s something.”

“She is Sienna Blake. The best criminal defense lawyer the country has seen in the last decade. Came from no where and hasn’t lost a case since. She’s defended serial killers, war criminals, terrorists, you name it. Not one has seen the death penalty or life imprisonment yet. Only last week, she got a serial killer with a kill count higher than Tony can count, a ten-year insanity plea.”

“Only ten?!” Steve echoes, eyebrows raised.

“She’s that good.” Maria shrugs. “Pain in the ass but she’s good.”

Natasha glared at her. “You knew she was coming?”

“I didn’t invite her.” Maria laughs, defensively. “But the second we logged that initial paperwork, her firm sent in the paperwork. This case was bought and paid for before the quinjet was in park.”

Tony folded his arms, sighing tiredly. “Fantastic. So Hydra’s hiring the A-Team.”

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The Avengers Compound, Upstate New York

March 12, 2022

Later that evening, Natasha’s boots had yet to stop stomping through the compound, her tracks almost wearing a hole in the floor. She didn’t speak, she didn’t need too. Her entire body radiated pure, unfiltered fury. 

“So that could have gone better…” Wanda unhelpfully comments, exchanging a look with Sam.

Natasha didn’t reply, just continued to pace. 

“It was dramatic, sure.” Tony saunters over to the bar, playing bartender for the room of tense heroes. “Vodka anyone?”

“I should have just put the bullet in his head when I had the chance.” Natasha mutters, letting the anger seep through.

“Understandable.” Maria mutters, appearing at the doorway. “But also a war crime.”

Natasha turned sharply. “So is everything he has ever done. He doesn’t deserve the right to a fair trial, he doesn’t deserve the right to defend what he’s done. Or should I say get that pretentious idiot in a suit to defend his actions. He deserves a cage. Or a hole in the ground and even then, that’s still too nice.”

“Yeah, well…” Tony shoves a glass into her hand. “Welcome to the modern world. Apparently even Bond villains get legal representation now.” 

With a few taps on the tablet in his left hand, he flips it round to show the team. On there was Sienna’s profile, or what little there was of it. A few heavily redacted articles, a couple of courtroom photos and a list of high-profile cases, most of them deeply controversial. White collar monsters, terrorists with a side of trafficking, sadistic’s with a passion for genocide and even some of HYDRA’s nearest and dearest walking away with plea deals and community service. It was impressive.

“She represented him?!” Steve frowns, pointing to just one of her clients.

“She’s represented worse.” Tony adds. “She’s carved a niche for defending people the rest of the world would rather see set on fire. Yet she’s winning.”

“But there’s barely anything here.” Sam comments, scrolling. “No interviews, no press quotes, no personal information, it doesn’t even say what law school she attended. All of these criminals and cases and not one public acknowledgement, how is that possible?”

Wanda narrows her eyes. “Intentional maybe?”

“Absolutely.” Maria confirms. “She keeps herself off the grid better than some of you. Everything about her is curated, down to the colour of nail polish on her toes. She’s quite the mystery.”

Natasha crossed her arms, jaw clenched. “She’s a shield.”

“And ironically, the most effective one Vasiliev’s got.” 

“She’s not just defending him. She’s enabling him.” Natasha exclaims, getting more hysterical. “She’s giving them all a chance. She’s giving them all hope! Most wanted on Interpol? No problem because legally blonde here will get you picking trash on a highway for 6 months before you can go and steal another kid off the street to turn into the next doped up Captain America.”

Silence followed, nobody quite sure what move to make next. “So, what do we do?” Sam questions. “Let her play lawyer and him walk free?”

“No.” Maria said, firm. “We play this by the book. Yes, it will be hard but we cannot let him walk. Let’s keep our ground clean but efficient. He’ll slip up, they always do.”

“And if he doesn’t?” Natasha’s question is pointedly ignored. “How does she do this? She doesn’t even flinch. How do you sleep at night when you’re defending these monsters?”

Wanda’s voice was quiet, almost empathetic. “Maybe she doesn’t.”

Tony, meanwhile, kept scrolling the tablet. “Huh?”

Steve looked over, already advancing on Tony. “What is it?”

“Check this out. Federal database says she clerked for a Supreme Court justice but the file is sealed. Then nothing for years. There’s no trace of her. It’s like she didn’t exist.”

“That’s not standard, especially for government work.” Maria frowns.

“Exactly.” Tony said. “She’s hiding something.”

“They always are.” 

“But someone with the rep that she has would be smarter. Fake papers and silly narratives would be all over this. She’s just happy to be a question mark to anyone who looks a little deeper.”

“That’s confidence…”

Sam couldn’t help the smirk on his face. “Damn right she’s confident, did you see her in that suit?!”

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Avengers Secondary Holding Facility, Upstate New York

March 12, 2022

The sterile white walls of the interrogation wing gleamed cold under harsh fluorescent lights. Sienna stood there, armed crossed, head held high and impeccably composed. Her slate grey suit was pressed sharp but her presence was sharper. Maria approached her, a thick folder in her arms and flanked by none other than Natasha.

“Commander Hill, Agent Romanoff.” Sienna nods, respectfully.

“Ms. Blake.” Maria acknowledges back formally, handing over the file. “This contains the formal charges filed against Maksim Vasiliev earlier this morning.”

Sienna’s ringed fingers skimmed through the pages, scanning quickly. 

“Let me be clear.” Maria continued. “These charges include human experimentation, torture, unlawful detainment, numerous violations of interaction treaties post-HYDRA and human-trafficking. The United Nations tribunal expects this to proceed swiftly.”

Sienna looks up, voice cool and calm. “I’m aware of the charges.”

Natasha’s posture shifted, rigid with anger.

“Interrogation is scheduled to begin within the hour.” Maria supplies, exchanging a glance with Natasha.

“No interrogation will be taking place until I’ve had the chance to go through the charges with my client.” Sienna almost commands. “I have requested a full psychiatric evaluation also. He will be evaluated for mental competency before any questioning.” Natasha’s jaw twitches. “I do hope you’ve received my motion filing.”

Maria nods. “We have received your motion to suppress any interrogation conducted prior to your arrival.”

Sienna smiled, not politely but professionally. “Correct, that motion still stands. Any statements obtained before my involvement will be considered inadmissible. That includes any comments made by Agent Romanoff or my client during travel to the holding facility.” Her eyes shifted to Natasha, who was glaring right through her

Natasha can’t help herself as her speaks, her voice low and venomous. “You’re protecting a monster.”

“I’m protecting the integrity of this process.” Sienna’s voice was too rehearsed, like she’d argued this one hundred times over. “If you want justice, you follow the law. You don’t get to rewrite the rules because it’s convenient to you.”

“Convenient?” The agent clenched her fists. “He’s killed hundreds, maybe thousands. You really think he deserves the benefit of the doubt?”

“It’s not what about they deserve, it’s about the right.” Sienna’s tone was absolute, unyielding. “Because if we allow these exceptions, then what separates us from the monsters we fight?”

Natasha took a breath, trying to keep herself in control. “I didn’t become who I am by giving monsters fair trials.”

“And yet here we are.” Sienna replies, still frustratingly calm. “If you’re so eager to condemn him then I suggest you prove it in court and wait for the verdict. Until then, I’d appreciate you respecting what’s right and following the law.”

“You don’t scare me.”

“No, I don’t expect too. I do, however, expect to win.”

“It’s not about winning, it’s about keeping the world safe from these kinds of people.”

“I would agree but what protects the world from injustice? The ‘Avengers’?”

Maria finally interjects, tone businesslike. “The tribunal respects your legal rights, Ms Blake but time is against us. When the evaluation is complete, we expect cooperation.”

Sienna nodded once. “I’ll cooperate, within the bounds of the law.”

Natasha couldn’t hear anymore, muttering in Russian as she stormed from the room. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Sienna.” Maria speaks, watching Natasha go. “A very dangerous one.”

[wandasaura]

YOURE ON YOUR OWN KID

summary — when boredom strikes in the absence of your girlfriends, you make friendship bracelets that will tether you together no matter the distance

warnings — fluff, the slightest indication of hurt but not really, mentions of lethal weapons and battle, minor mention of ohio but it’s a soft/happy moment

authors note — i am so high you gremlins better appreciate this, i got so carried away

Truthfully, you weren’t entirely sure when summer had lost its whimsical spark, but as you trudged through the halls of the compound searching wistfully for something to do that could even begin to fill a fraction of the time until your girlfriends returned home from a last minute op, the early days of August just didn’t feel the same as they did when you had popsicle sticks and sandcastles to look forward to. The endless days that had once been vibrant within your memory, defined by sleepovers and an assortment of frozen treats, were now bland and filled with earnest longing for company that was hard to come across when the entire world needed saving and that impossible responsibility fell on the shoulders of a few ragtag individuals. 

The height of summertime had befallen you if the scorching heat outside was any minuscule factor in the judgment that determined ever changing seasons, yet still you felt paralyzed in an eternal winter, pessimistically comparing the barren landscape of early February to the isolating interior of Stark’s state of the art compound. Pepper and Maria had become familiar faces since the Avengers workload had picked up again, becoming short lived intermissions to the reality you lived in permanently, but even with their infrequent trips upstate to visit with you and collect paperwork that probably could’ve waited until Tony himself returned home, persistent boredom was slowly becoming your worst enemy. 

Wanda and Natasha had been trying their best though it was hardly any consolation, sending nightly texts and assuring that although they missed you terribly, they were doing well, but it just wasn’t the same as having them home with you. They called anytime they got the chance, FaceTime’d whenever a hotspot managed to be secured, but it would never be enough to heal the ache of their physical absence beside you in a place that you so desperately tried to call home for them. 

Scrounging through the game closet, because as ‘tough’ as Tony attempted to appear in the light of the everlurking media, he still valued spending time with his wife and friends – as hesitant as he was to ever truly call the Avengers such a thing. It was something of a shock to stumble upon a bracelet kit in the madness of board games and extravagant card decks, but knowing the billionaire, it had most definitely been purchased in a haze of sleep deprivation and later been put away by Pepper who would’ve  ultimately been the one to unbox each package as they came. 

Shrugging off your initial surprise, a smile derived of childhood nostalgia pulled at the corners of your lips, and for a single second, that unreplicable spark came back to you just as  the August sun created a breathtaking sunset beyond the living room windows. Settling onto the couch, illuminated by the slowly ebbing traces of warm daylight, you pried open the plastic packaging and allowed that innocent child within you to have a single moment of joy. Intricately you weaved plastic beads onto thin rubber string, shifting through tiny sections until you found colors and letters that fit your wildest desires, leaving out no tacky charm whilst you were at it. Before you knew it, your wrist had become adorned with personality by three entirely cliche bracelets, all different colors and hues but perfectly cohesive as they mirrored the colors visible just beyond the large windows. You grinned down at them blissfully, caressing the ‘N’ on the highest one on your wrist, mesmerized by the simplicity of their appearance on your body. They were so effortlessly simple, weaved and tangled together by environmentally damaging globes of hollow plastic, but they’d healed a part of your being that you hadn’t even recognized was slowly dying as adulthood stole the joy of childhood. 

After cleaning up the house, although you most definitely did slip the bracelet kit into your shared bedroom with Wanda and Natasha instead of placing it back in the closet for communal use, you fell into the couch once more, this time with a lousy dinner of buttered pasta and a sitcom that just didn’t hit the same without Wanda’s amusement to drown out the laugh track and Natasha’s dry commentary. At some point, you had fallen asleep to Michelle Tanner stomping through the kitchen, but when you awoke, groggy and disoriented, you found that the sky had morphed into a deep shade of violet and the house was filled with echoes of shuffling. 

You frowned, rubbing at your eyes with balled up fists as you took in your surroundings. The room was painted in near total darkness, however the lamp nearest your body had been switched on and bright an ambient glow to the blackness that threatened to drown you within it. There was also the telltale sounds of quiet conversation, and though the thick walls did a lot to muffle the sounds of life existing beside you for the first time in days, you recognized the drawl of Wanda’s soft Sokovian accent instantaneously. 

Shooting up from the couch, barely acknowledging that someone had thrown a blanket over top of you, weaving through the hallways that didn’t seem so barren anymore until you found your girlfriends bent over the countertop, still dressed in their tactile uniforms and covered in dust and dirt, but happily snacking on the left over pasta that you had placed on the highest shelf in the fridge. You didn’t give them a moment to react to your abrupt presence in the kitchen, certain that Natasha had heard your feet pattering against the floorboards and Wanda had felt your energy shift and grow closer. The Russian happened to be on the side of the island closest to you, and without hesitation you embraced her in a tight hug, wrapping your arms around her midsection and digging your face into the center of her back, effectively pinning her arms to her sides, though she could’ve easily escaped you if she wanted. 

“Hi, malyshka.” She cooed softly, her voice hoarse from smoke inhalation and a long stretch of yelling over bombs and active fire, but you paid it no mind, happy just to have her back in your arms miraculously in one single piece. “You gonna let me go so I can hug you the right way?” She teased when your grip remained steeled, not wavering for a second even as you nestled your head farther into the back of her spine. 

“No.” Your voice was small as it fell into the air, drowning both Wanda and Natasha in your tender softness. “Never letting you go again.” 

“As endearing as that is, malyska, you refuse to be in the bathroom when I pee. You’re going to have to let me go at some point.” Her humor was dry, blunt enough to have your cheeks twinging a shade of pink they hadn’t been since the day she and Wanda left, but you didn’t hold back your strained laughter like you would’ve had she not just been gone for nearly a week, instead, you allowed the sound to tear through your body and vibrate hers. 

You only loosened your grip because Wanda had rounded the corner of the island and pulled you back into her chest the minute you were in reach. Natasha took that to her advantage, shimming out of your loosened grip to turn around and embrace you fully, one hand cupping the back of your head whilst the other looped around your waist over top of Wandas. You sighed contently, laying your chin against Natasha’s shoulder while your hand slipped down to grasp firmly onto Wanda’s. 

Only when curious fingers brushed against your wrist did you remember the bracelets adorning your arm, and passionately you wiggled away from them to snag the lowest bracelet off, extending it to the Sokovian with an admittedly sheepish grin. “I made you this.” You offered simply as an explanation, awaiting Wanda’s reaction as she took in the sight of the bracelet, the lone bead in the center the first letter of your name. 

Wanda’s mesmerizing green eyes wrinkled beneath the kitchen lighting, and tenderly she stroked her finger across the beads that framed your single letter. “I love it.” You smiled shyly beneath her tender stare, cheeks heating up as you shifted your attention to Natasha, pulling off the bracelet that just as simply as the first, bore a black inked ‘W’. “I thought we could wear each other's names. That way when you're off saving the world one Hydra base at a time, you still have a little part of me with you, and I have a little part of you.” 

Natasha couldn’t contain her endearment, and for a single second as you glanced at her tearful expression, you were worried that she hated it, that she thought it was stupid and childish, which it most definitely was. A spluttered apology was on the tip of your tongue, hot and loaded as it formed in seconds, but it was pointless, because once she had taken a few seconds to collect her reserve, she slid the bracelet onto her wrist, fitting it comfortably over the sleeves of her sleek black uniform that desperately needed a dry clean, and smiled at you. 

“Yelena and I used to make these in Ohio. They weren’t as pretty, and they didn’t really mean anything significant, but it was the one thing that we could do that made us feel like real kids; me more than her. I love it, detka.” Natasha mumbled insightfully, though you didn’t have a second to unpack her whispered admission, because she was pulling you into a kiss that tasted of vodka and pasta the second words stopped forming on her tongue. You didn’t whine about the taste of her tongue, or how her lips were painfully chapped against yours, simply melted into the touch and shuddered as Wanda came up behind you to kiss a soft trail down your neck. 

Two weeks later, they were called away on another mission, this time in Nigeria where a Hydra base had apparently popped up out of the blue, but this time, amongst their tactical uniforms and lethal weapons, were two bracelets crafted by you. When they returned six days later, those same bracelets remained, looking dingy beneath the ambient glow of sunset, but entirely perfect as well.

[wandascosmic]

typical tuesday night (10)

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

part ten of 'you belong with me' series

summary: basically a wanda series inspired by jim and pam from the office

word count: 1796

tags: swearing, mostly just fun, one-sided pining as usual, sam being insane as usual, wanda and y/n best friendship, y/n may or may not making moves/internally screaming, they're very very cute

taglist: @reginassweetheart @rroyale-109 @marvel-posts @sheriffhaughtearp

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10

“Okay, she had done a background check on me,” Bruce says. “She had it printed out.”

“No way,” you say.

“Yeah,” Bruce nods. “And she was asking me stuff line by line while we were having dinner.”

“That’s unbelievable,” you answer as everyone laughs in agreement.

Suddenly, Wanda walks into the kitchen holding a mug of tea, smiling as she walks over to stand next to you.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

“Oh, we’re doing worst first dates,” you answer with a smile.

“Oh my god, I win,” Wanda says, eyes widened.

���What?” you laugh.

“Okay,” Wanda starts, and you look over to her curiously. “It was a minor league hockey game, he brought his brother,” she pauses. “A when I went to the bathroom, the game ended. And they forgot about me.”

“Okay, that’s a joke,” Bruce says.

“No,” Wanda shakes her head. “They had to come back for me.”

“Wait, when was this?” you ask.

“Um..it was not that long ago,” Wanda gives a small laugh.

“Wait, no way it was Vision,” Natasha says, putting down her sandwich.

Wanda laughs awkwardly before looking over to you.

You smile, walking in front of her and starting to lead her out. “Want to go play Dwight’s mug basketball?”

Wanda nods with a relieved sigh, following you out eagerly.

You keep a happy expression on your face, because now you finally know why Wanda’s always refused to go to sports games with Vision.

“Shield Industries, this is Wanda,” Wanda answers the phone.

“Wanda, it’s Tony. I need you to go into my office and read some data for me please.”

“Okay,” Wanda says, picking up the book Tony’s requested her to read in his office. “You want me to read the jokes for you?”

“Yes, please,” Tony responds on speakerphone.

“Okay, um, a fisherman is walking down 5th Avenue leading an animal behind him–”

“No, no, nope!” Tony cuts Wanda off. “I already told that joke to Fury earlier at the dinner. Pick another one.”

“Okay. There’s a transcript between a Naval ship–”

“Oh, yeah! Bingo,” Tony says. “Great, thanks, Wanda!”

“Sure,” Wanda says awkwardly. “Do you need anything else?”

“No, I’m good. But would you be able to put all those joke books back where you found them?”

“Sure,” Wanda agrees, hanging up the phone with a sigh.

Opening up the drawer to return the books strewn across Tony’s desk, Wanda’s eye immediately catches a thick stack of paper. Picking it up, Wanda has to cover her mouth to stop from bursting out in laughter.

You’re mindlessly clicking your mouse when suddenly, a huge stack of stapled paper is thrown onto your desk.

Reading the title, your eyes widen as you look over to Wanda who leans against the table casually.

“Is this real?” you ask, near giddy.

“It’s a screenplay,” Wanda pauses. “Starring himself.” “Agent Iron Man,” you read out.

“Of the FBI,” Wanda finishes.

“How long is this?” you laugh, flipping through the pages. “Oh my god, Wanda. Good work.”

Wanda laughs.

“Oh, no way,” you say, finding the last few pages and holding them up. “Drawings.”

“What is that?” Wanda asks.

“Oh, those are drawings,” you respond easily. “In case the writing didn’t really put a picture in your head.”

Wanda snickers, biting her lip to keep from laughing too hard.

“And there he is, in the flesh,” you say, pointing to the drawing. “Agent Iron Man. Now we know what he looks like.”

“So, do we all have our copy of Armored Adventures, by Tony Stark?” you ask the office staff gathered around the conference room table.

Everyone makes a sound of agreement.

“Great, so, let’s get started. I’m gonna be reading the action descriptions,” you say. “And Steve, I would like you to play Captain America, the first Avenger.”

“Oh, cool that’s the name of the character?” Steve asks.

Suddenly, Sam barges into the room, and angered expression on his face. “Okay, you guys should not be doing this,” he states firmly.

“Why not, Sam?” you ask. “This is a movie. This is for all of America to enjoy.”

“You took something that does not belong to you,” he responds.

“Sam.”

“You brought it in here, you made copies–”

“Sam, do you want to play the lead role of Agent Iron Man?” you ask, giving him a questioning look.

Sam pauses.

“Okay, sure.”

“Inside the FBI, Agent Iron Man sits with his feet up at the desk,” you read. “Captain America enters.”

“Tony, you have some messages,” Steve reads.

“Not now!” Sam reads emphatically.

“They’re important,” Steve says.

“Fine, what are they?” Sam asks.

A few moments pass, when suddenly, a knock on the door is heard.

“Vision,” Wanda says, making you turn around suddenly, noticing the man.

Wanda runs up, greeting him with a kiss. “Hey, um, I have to work late,” she says.

Vision gives her an incredulous look, hearing the absurd scene between Spider-Man and Agent Iron Man currently being read in the conference room. “You’re joking, right?”

Wanda shakes her head.

“Agent Iron Man takes out a nine millimeter gun and shoots the cake to bits,” you read.

Sam imitates the shooting of the cake.

“Ha ha ha, Agent Iron Man, you’re so funny,” Peter says.

“A man sitting several seats down who has clown makeup on, turns to Agent Iron Man,” you turn to Bruce. “Bruce, want to play the Joker?”

“Sure,” Bruce nods, clearing his throat. “Agent Iron Man, perhaps you would be more comfortable in my clown car?”

“Yes, perhaps I would, Joker,” Sam says. “Spider-Man, get my luggage.”

“Sorry, I forgot it,” Peter reads.

“God, Spider-Man, you’re a terrible assistant!” Sam reads. “I can’t believe I hired you, Sem.” Sam pauses. “Wait, who’s Sem?”

You turn to Wanda with an amused smile, who matches your expression.

“I don’t think the search and replace works on typos,” Wanda says to you through a burgeoning smile.

“So, Spider-Man is the terrible assistant ‘causing the downfall of the United States?” you ask, holding back your laughter.

“Also known as Sam Wilson,” Wanda chuckles.

You and Wanda look over to Sam, who before your eyes, realizes what Tony has done, making the man throw the script onto the table in anger.

“Okay, you know what, this is stupid. I’m done,” he says, abruptly sitting up from his chair and leaving the conference room.

“Sam, some of us want to keep reading,” you tell him.

Sam turns to you. “Uh, you don’t speak for everyone, Y/N,” he responds, crossing his arms, before turning to the rest of the office. “Okay, announcement. My uncle bought me some fireworks. And anyone who wants to see a real show come outside with me right now.”

“That’s actually a pretty good idea,” you nod, starting to sit up from your chair. “We’ll all take a brief intermission.” You turn to Wanda. “Hey, are you hungry?”

“Yeah,” Wanda says, grateful you’ve asked.

“Yeah?” you ask. “Okay, come with me.”

While you may have had plans to meet a friend tonight, which you’ve now had to cancel, spending your evening preparing grilled cheese sandwiches for you and Wanda in the office kitchen isn’t something you’re upset at whatsoever. In fact, you would say it’s pretty great, and you’re not really a complainer either.

“Hi,” Wanda says, greeting you as you make your way up the ladder to the roof of the building, holding a box of accessories for the two of you as you watch the fireworks together.

“Hey,” you laugh, setting the box down before making your way to sit in the chair next to hers. “What’s that for?” you ask, pointing to the candle she’s attempting to light.

“For the bugs,” she answers easily.

“Nice,” you nod, before turning to grab the sandwiches you’ve prepared. “That’s great, because bugs, tend to love my famous grilled cheese sandwiches.”

“Them and me both,” Wanda laughs, grabbing the plate you’ve made for her. Then, after a moment, she speaks, “I can’t remember the last time someone made me diner.”

You pause, before grabbing your sandwich from the bag as well.

“Oh, look,” Wanda points to the fireworks Sam’s beginning to light. “Wow,” you say, finally enjoying something Sam has created in the 7 years you’ve known him.

“They’re really nice,” Wanda states, before resting her head on your shoulder as the two of you spend the evening watching the sparkling lights together.

“They really are,” you say quietly.

“So, I guess I’ll see you in,” Wanda pauses to check her phone. “10 hours,” she grins.

“Mhm,” you nod, following her out the building.

“What are you gonna do with your time off?” she jokes.

“Travel,” you answer easily with a nod. “I’ve been looking forward to it.” You smile. “I’m gonna really find myself, you know?” you finish, fishing your phone out of your pocket and putting in one of your earbuds.

Wanda looks over to you curiously. “You have new music?” she asks.

You look down to your phone. “Oh, yeah! Want to listen?” You offer her the other earbud.

Wanda nods, smiling as you hand her the earbud she immediately places in her ear, the two of you standing within inches of each other as you share your song.

“Wanda,” you run up to her desk excitedly the second you walk in the next day.

“Yeah?” Wanda laughs.

“I think Tony might’ve gotten together with someone from corporate last night,” you say, making Wanda gasp. “He didn’t come back for his car.”

“Oh, my god, that makes so much sense! That’s why Tony had me read out his stupid jokes over the phone,” she says in realization.

“Well, good for him. I don’t think he’s had a first date, in like ever,” you laugh, before looking over to her. “You know, some might say we even had our first date last night,” you smile.

“Oh really?” Wanda asks. “Why might some say that?”

“Uh, ‘cause there was dinner. By candlelight,” you answer.

“Mhm,” Wanda nods.

“Dinner and a show, if you include Tony’s movie,” you continue. “There was a bit of dancing, and fireworks. So, pretty good date.” “We didn’t dance,” Wanda says, chuckling.

“You’re right,” you say, suddenly feeling very awkward as you put your hands in your pockets. “But um, it was more like, swaying.”

“Right,” Wanda says. “Pretty good first date with you.”

You perk up. “Thanks.”

“Mhm,” Wanda nods. “Now, I have some faxes to get out, okay?” she says, standing up from her chair, giving you a kiss on the cheek before heading to the fax machine.

You smile, watching her leave, forgetting for a moment that it truly isn’t a date if the girl goes home to her fiancé at the end of the day.

[superficialdomina]

Down Under - Epilogue

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+; minors DNI. After-effects of a debaucherous night. References to past sexy activities. Mentions of medical stuff. A teeny bit of fluff.

Part 5

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A/N: That's it, folks! Thank you to everyone who joined me in this absolute ridiculousness - I have appreciated every one of you so much.

Epilogue

You awoke on a transport bed, surrounded by the hum and click of medical machinery. Your head was pounding like the worst hangover of your life.

Bruce was hanging a serious-looking plastic bag above your head; it was only when you traced the line that you realised it was connected to a canula in your forearm.

“Welcome back,” he said with a smile. “How’re you feeling?”

“Ugh. Awful. What’s in the bag?”

“Just fluids. Y’all had a pretty rough night.”

Rough… It all came flooding back to you. The lab. The flask. The wild, uninhibited hours spent entangled with the pale, beautiful, trickster god.

“Oh God,” you muttered, then realising how they must have found you, “oh Christ - did the Captain see me naked?” You lifted your hands to cover your face in humiliation; your entire body protested at the sudden movement, and you were abruptly aware that you were very, very sore.

Banner looked surprised, and a little horrified. “No! No, when we got there you were passed out under a blanket, and Loki was meditating on the other side of the pool.”

Loki. True to his word, his priority had been to protect you. What did he tell them?

“Is he – alright? Wait, what do you mean, “got there”? Where am I?”

You finally had the wherewithal to take in your surroundings. You were in what seemed to be a makeshift medical bay in a large canvas tent; through the open tent flaps, you could spot the finger-like protrusion of Sundial Peak pointing up into the sky. It looked like early evening.

“You’re back at the Hall’s Gap base camp. Loki’s fine. Exhausted. He – he carried you down.”

You stared at him. “Carried me… What?”

“I mean, the rest of us – me, Thor, Cap, all of us – we took turns at the other end of the stretcher. But he took the front handles the whole way down. Insisted.” He shrugged.

It was all too much to process. You swallowed, then tried a different tact.

“Am I – cured? I mean,” you shook your head to clear it and instantly regretted it. “The fungicides... It wasn’t – what was it?”

“Ah – yeah. Sorry about that. Not a fungus, it turns out – a parasite. Those meds never had a chance.”

A parasite. You shuddered. “And – what, you’ve developed a cure already?” Even for a genius being bankrolled by Tony Stark, that seemed fast.

“Oh. Ah, no. It was…”

“Oh ho, she’s awake!” Ray’s sharp accent stabbed through the peaceful evening air. “Those antimalarials work a treat, eh?”

“I don’t…”

“It was Ray’s idea, actually,” Bruce explained. “Once we figured out that it was a parasite, we broke into the village pharmacy and grabbed a few doses of chloroquine. Tony’s got a team in town now, distributing it to the residents.”

“So, what – Loki and I were the guinea pigs?”

“Ah – no,” Banner said again, shifting awkwardly and looking anywhere but Ray’s direction. “No, we… ah – we three…” He trailed off, cheeks a delightful shade of pink; you understood very clearly what he, Ray and Thor had been engaged in when you’d tried to call the previous evening.

“Best night I’ve had in twenty years,” Ray said with a grin and a wink. “The big one’s got quite the weapon on him. Anyway - you’d better go tell that brooding mate of yours that you’re back in the land of the living.”

You looked to Bruce, whose face was still bright red. “Is that alright? Can I get up?”

“Yeah, if you can keep this above your head.” He handed you the saline bag attached to your arm; you tried awkwardly to lift it above you, but everything hurt too much.

“Here,” Ray offered, “how’s this.” She wedged the plastic handle of the bag into the jagged end of her walking stick, then planted the stick in your hands. “Oughta keep ya pretty upright, anyway.”

You stood, and for the first time, you noticed you were wearing your own clothing; another one of Loki’s gifts, no doubt. You took one wobbly step, then another, until you were confident that you could move about on your own, then followed Ray out of the med bay.

You found Loki at the edge of the lake, skipping stones across the water. He looked up at the sound of your footsteps, and you both spoke at once.

“Loki, I’m so sorry—”

“Please accept my apologies—”

You looked at him quizzically. “Loki… It was all my fault. I broke the flasks. If it hadn’t been for me, we never would have…” You stopped at the look on his face.

“Actually,” he said softly, “the culture flasks were sterile. The Doctor believes it most likely that we were infected upon close proximity to the rats.”

The dead rats in the lab. Or rather, in Loki’s interdimensional pocket. Or wherever they were now.

You hadn’t been aware of the guilt you were carrying until the weight of it was lifted. Now, you felt the heady rush of relief. Sterile. Not my fault. Almost unconsciously, you sat down beside him.

“…ask again that you please accept my deepest apologies,” Loki was saying. He bowed his head and lifted his hand to his chest.  

You were quiet for a moment, then said, “Banner told me what you did. Bringing me down off the mountain. I… Thank you. And thank you for… for staying with me.”

The corner of his mouth edged up into a smirk, and he raised his eyes to yours. “If I may boast,” he said in response, “the drugs they gave us had not yet taken effect when we brought your stretcher back to camp. It was the hardest” he paused for effect, “hike of my life.”

You imagined him sporting a raging hard-on as he carried you down the mountain, and laughed.

“You know the other three…”

“Oh, I heard. Your compatriot shared extensive details. A ‘Thorgy’, I believe she termed it.”

“Oh God, please don’t say any more.” Still laughing, you gave an exaggerated shudder. Then you sobered. “Um - how are you now? Recovered?”

“What exactly are you asking, darling?”

 “What? No! I mean – I just wanted to make sure…”

He smiled. “I jest, of course. I will be fine. A little more wary of abandoned research animals in future, but that only seems prudent.” He reached out and took your hand. “And you? Are you… well?”

You stared down at your hand, clasped in his. It was ridiculous – pathetic, really – that this simple touch could elicit the flutter of nervous warmth now inching up your arm. Not after… After everything. And yet you found yourself hoping he wouldn’t let you go.

“Yeah, I’m… I’ll be OK.” You gave his hand a small squeeze. “So – so that’s it, then?”

“That is it.”

You stood, trying to pull your hand from his grasp. But Loki held tight.

“Unless…”

You swallowed. “Unless?”

“Dinner. Next Saturday evening? My apartment. As I said, lefse is only truly delicious when it is fresh off the griddle.”

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[lokileaf]

Do I Wanna Know?

Loki x female!Reader

He was a prince. An Asgardian prince. The mere notion that his attention could have been so easily captured by a mortal was ridiculous.

And yet here he was. Palms slick with nerves, heart racing as you wrapped gauze around his forearm to staunch the bleeding. You were dressing a laceration he had received from your rogue blade during a training session.

Despite how many years he had spent honing his swordsmanship, he had lost focus while sparring with you, allowing you to land a blow that he normally would have parried with ease. You had taken the opportunity to gloat, obviously. It wasn't everyday that a mortal bested an Asgardian with such extensive military training.

He had watched as you threw your hands above your head in victory, celebrating the only successful maneuver you had managed during the entire two hours you had spent together in the sparring gym. He hadn't even noticed the golden blood beginning to soak his sleeve; he was too enraptured your excitement to pay attention to anything else. You looked down at him and gasped, your hands quickly finding their way to his to help pull him up from the mat.

"Loki, I am so sorry," you said, rolling back the sleeve of his shirt to assess the damage you had caused. You winced as you saw how long the cut was, instantly regretting the move that had won you the match.

"'Tis but a scratch, darling. I've had worse," he replied, allowing you to lead him to a nearby bench and locate a first aid kit.

"I swear I didn't do it on purpose," you assured him, fumbling with a package of gauze. If he hadn't known better, he would have interpreted your clumsiness as nervousness.

"I highly doubt it was on purpose. That would have required much more skill on your part," he teased, annoying himself with how satisfying he found the blush that had risen on your cheeks.

You forced yourself to keep your gaze focused on your hands, knowing that one look into his eyes would turn you into even more of a bumbling mess. You finished wrapping his arm, quickly busying yourself with repacking the first aid kit just to give yourself something to focus on other than Loki.

As soon as you placed the kit back in its place, he grabbed you by the wrist gently, turning you to face him. You felt your face burn as you forced yourself to look up at him, the height difference only adding to your nerves.

"I promise I'm alright," he said softly. He fought his nerves and gently pulled you closer to him, wanting to be near you. Tilting his head to catch your gaze, he couldn't help but think to himself how easy it would be kiss you. You were so close, just one simple movement standing between him and what he had been pining over for months.

Now is your chance, he thought to himself. He leaned toward you slowly, giving you ample opportunity to stop him if you so wished. He could feel your soft breath on his face, heart lurching at the possibility that you could want this, could want him.

Your lips brushed ever so slightly, a whisper of what was to come. If he could only just-

"Woah."

The two of you jumped apart, blushing furiously at the realization that Tony had just witnessed what was happening.

"Y'know, if you're going to get that close to Reindeer Games, you might want to watch your pockets. Or, you know, anything else of value," Tony remarked.

Loki shot him a flat stare, annoyed at the blatant interruption. He turned to face you once again and was met with empty air where you had been standing just a moment before. His heart dropped at the realization that you had fled the scene, automatically assuming the worst.

You didn't feel the same way.

He must have been misreading you this entire time, months spent analyzing your body language and interactions just for him to have gotten it all wrong.

"Ouch," Stark said with a smirk before busying himself with whatever it was that had required him to ruin the moment so thoroughly.

"If I'm correct, which I usually am, you Asgardians heal way faster than us tiny humans. If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you kept your arm from healing so she would get up close and personal with you, Casanova."

Loki rolled his eyes and left the room with a huff, doing his best to prevent Stark from seeing the flush that had risen on his cheeks in response to his trick being exposed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You felt horrible for leaving Loki stranded in such in awkward situation, but in your defense, you simply could not handle being caught nearly kissing him by who was essentially your boss.

You rushed to your room as quickly as possible, locking the door behind you and letting yourself fall back onto your bed with your face in your hands.

That did not happen, you tried to convince yourself. You had to have misread the situation.

But he was going to kiss me, you thought, thoroughly confused.

I don't even want to know, you decided.

You could never face him again. The idea was too mortifying.

After you had managed to calm yourself down from the embarrassment, you braved a trip to the kitchen to raid the freshly stocked pantry. If Tony was comfortable with interrupting such an intimate moment, surely he was comfortable enough with you to sacrifice some of his grocery budget to your sweet tooth. You sifted through the shelves until you found a box of grocery store cookies, snatching them up and aiming for the exit.

And there he was.

He had changed into his typical monochromatic black, hair freshly washed and styled, arm miraculously healed.

"You and I need to have a word," he said, taking a cautious step toward you. You paused, a deer in headlights.

Looks like you were going to have to face this head on.

"Follow me," you said, leading him back to your room. If you were going to be rejected, he could at least do so in private. He follows you through the door and you closed it behind him before sitting down on your duvet. He sat down quietly beside you, unsure if he should speak first or wait for you to take the lead.

"Loki..."

You hesitated before deciding to just get the humiliation over with.

"I'm sorry... I must have misread the situation," you started. "I realize that it was stupid of me to assume that you would want t-"

You were interrupted by his lips pressing against yours, his hand coming up to cup your face. After a split second of confusion, you relaxed into him, allowing him to take the lead. You smiled into his mouth as his tongue traced your bottom lip, granting him access. You trailed your hand up to thread your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

He pulled away, an easy smile on his lips.

"You didn't misread anything, darling."

You returned his smile.

"Well thank the Norns for that because I'm sure the entire tower knows about us by now thanks to Tony," you chuckle.

He laughed softly, gazing out of your bedroom window.

"It's getting late, my love," he said, beginning to stand. "I'll take my leave and see you in the morning." He kissed your cheek sweetly, making for the door.

"Actually... " you started, "I was hoping you would stay."

Another smile broke out across his face.

"If you insist, darling."

[promsong-gonewrong]

I hate you - Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

warnings! : ***drinking, language, alludes to sexual themes & light smut***

words: 6.5k

short summary: Wanda hating you since the day you met leads you to hating her as well, until the night that Tony Stark throws a much needed party.

. . .

Your relationship with Wanda Maximoff has always been more on the complex side. 

You knew she wasn’t one to trust easily, and considering her past with the Avengers, you were very understanding. Losing her family at such a young age, and then her brother and best friend all at once? It was a lifetime of grief that no one should have to experience, and you took pity on the girl when you first laid eyes on her. Her hollow face and sad demeanor instantly drew your attention. 

Part of you thought you might be good friends, especially considering your past. Your hometown had also been Sokovia, though your family moved all around southern Europe. When you came of age, you moved back to your birthplace. Money was incredibly tight, and you fell into some dangerous connections, where you got mixed up in a very wrong crowd. 

Baron Strucker prodded you until you were black and blue, wishing you had just died in the freezing snow underneath a bridge, which had been your current residence before that hellhole. The days spent in that cold and dark cell were some of your worst, but it shaped you into who you became. The roof over your head and money that they had promised you were never in the picture to begin with, but you had been too naive to question their words. Somewhere in that idiotic mind of yours, you found it in yourself to outsmart the men who guarded you and escape, your new power made you able to do things you’d never dreamed of. 

Baron and his men were never able to see if their experiment worked, which is why they had taken in the twins, you assumed. You swore to yourself you’d never return and begin anew, in America. 

And you did just that. 

Soon, you took the attention of Nicolas Fury and his agents and eventually worked your way into being an Avenger. You were now smarter, faster, and more experienced than you had ever been, and you were incredibly grateful to have found a family in the team that surrounded you. 

Contrary to the promise you made yourself, you had to return to your hometown, not knowing you’d also be witnessing its demise. Back in Sokovia, it was pure chaos. Robots and people crowded the streets while smoke filled the air in your lungs. You were breaking the metal soldiers with ease, a simple wave of your hand sent twelve flying into the air, crushed to pieces. You’d seen Wanda in the distance, struggling to hold her own against seven robots. Weak strands of red escaped her hands, but it did little to no damage.

Watching her fall to the ground in despair you quickly ran to her side, obliterating the pieces of metal that surrounded her. Shrapnel flew into the air, and you covered both yourself and Wanda the best you could with a shield bubble, flecks of pale blue swirled deeply. Pulling her off the ground, you dusted her jacket off and introduced yourself with a smile.

“You okay?” You were still holding her arm tightly, noticing the way she trembled. Wanda quickly removed your touch as if your skin burned her. 

“I didn’t need your help,” she said sourly, before brushing past your shoulder. 

“You did though,” you mutter to no one but yourself. Shaking your head, you dismissed her strange behavior and blamed the circumstances around you. 

You had joined the Avengers three years before Wanda, and you’d understood what it felt like to be an outsider to them, especially with the power you harnessed. You were deemed dangerous and violent before you were completely able to take control of what was inside you, like Wanda had been. When Wanda had just moved into the compound in the early days, she seemed like a fish out of water, keeping to herself while agents and higher-ups named her a threat to society.

Soon they’ll calm down, you told her, trying to be of any comfort. You didn’t know it at the time, but your matching accent and similar clothes overwhelmed her immediately, and she only responded with a simple shrug before wandering back into her room.

You knew you didn’t have a desperate craving for validation or to be liked. You were your own person and you tried your best to be the opposite of how you’ve been treated in the past. You were encouraging to your other teammates and didn’t like to get on anyone’s bad side. You told yourself that at least, especially when Wanda was really starting to test your patience. 

The way her eyes avoided you when you entered a room. Her loud sighs of annoyance when you suggested an idea for a mission. How she never made sure to accept help from you again, taking bruises or cuts instead of letting you lend a hand. Over coms, you praised her hard work and complimented her wit only to be met with silence on her end. Even something so simple as existing in the same shared space as Wanda seemed to make her upset. It drove you crazy how she would leave as quickly as you walked in, mumbling some excuse under her breath.

Well over a year had passed since the incident of Sokovia, and you’re one hundred percent certain that the most you’ve ever conversed with her had been the day you met. 

“I just don’t know what I’ve done!” You say, your head in your hands as you lay in Natasha’s bed. She had always been your favorite of all the others, and you had gotten close over the years. She was someone you could confide in, and likewise. You understood each other having been the only other woman to join the team, so Natasha stuck by your side almost immediately. 

“Why does this bother you so much?” Natasha asks, reviewing files on her computer. She had been glued to her screen for over an hour now, responding to emails and going over data she’d been collecting. 

“We are Sokovian, we are similar in our age, we share a home that we lost, and we both fought in that battle. I thought maybe she would like to…” you trail off, rubbing your face. “Confide in me.”

“Is that the only reason?” You can’t see her face but you hear the smirk evident in Natasha’s voice.

“Yes,” you say with some uncertainty. You didn’t know why it bothered you past the point of pure annoyance for her hatred, but you were settled on that answer. 

“I don’t like every Russian I encounter, you know. Some people just aren’t meant to enjoy each other. And your little crush on Wanda seems to be unreciprocated so I’d just leave it if I were you.” Natasha holds in her laughter as she waits for your response. 

You sit up in her bed quickly. “Take that back!” 

Natasha turns around in her swivel chair, folding her arms over her chest. “No.”

“You’re making a joke? Pulling my leg,” you say, laughing now at her absurd suggestion. You had the furthest thing of a crush on that woman. Natasha might’ve just fueled your hatred even more at the mere thought of ever being that close to Wanda. 

Natasha says nothing else as she turns back to her work, leaving you in deep thought. You get up from her bed, confused but determined in your strong opinion. “And for the record,” you begin to open Nat’s door, an amused look on Natasha’s face as she watches you. “She’s proven herself to be nothing but a jealous, power-hungry bitch. I could never love something like that.”

“I never said anything about love, babe,” Natasha giggles, but her smile drops when her eyes land on a figure behind you. You turn to find Wanda wearing a disapproving sulk, standing as close to you as she’s ever been. You didn’t care if she had been listening, you wanted her to. You’ve never heard her talk badly about you to anyone, but her actions alone were enough to justify what you’d just done.

“Excuse me,” you shove your way past her, brushing her shoulder. “Mudak.”

From that day forward, it was now a strong mutual hate, and you were fine with that. 

You no longer offered her any sort of help on missions or around the compound. There were plenty of others to watch her back, and you were wasting your time doing that in the first place, anyway. Wanda was doing just fine on her own, as you watched her take down those around her with pure ease now. She must’ve been training hard, you thought. 

Catching your breath, you questioned why you ever had been so worried for her before, it’s not like she ever acted differently with you. 

You’re reminded of Natasha’s words, and you dismiss that idea quickly. No, it was just because you shared a lost country and you were concerned about how she dealt with her powers, you’re sure of it. 

“Watch out!” Sam yells your name loudly in your earpiece, and a sharp pain takes over your head, sending ringing through your ears. You cry out, feeling blood pool from your head. “On your left!” He shouts again, but you have trouble focusing your vision when all you can see is red, gushing from the wound above your eye. 

“Shit, help!” You groan, as you feel a bullet graze the left side of your body. You quickly send a shockwave to those around you, knocking them to the ground, but it wasn’t enough. More emerge from behind flipped and shattered vehicles, all armed and all shooting at you. Before you can even try to deflect the incoming bullets, a huge burst of red flows from behind you, trembling the earth beneath your feet and immediately obliterating the soldiers that had been firing at you. 

With a flick of her wrist, Wanda shoves your body away from danger, continuing to send bursts of red into the air of the enemies around her. You can do nothing but lay in the dirt and wait for someone to get you, feeling all of your limbs shake from the impact of the bullet that was still lodged into your side. The dirt around you turns warm from your blood, and it is the only thing you can feel now. 

You’re not sure how much time passes before a boot that you recognize as Wanda’s is in front of your vision. “Try not to get distracted next time.” Dust clouds your eyes as she walks away. I hate you, you try to speak, but you can’t move your mouth.

The others gather around you quickly, followed by paramedics from the Avengers compound. 

You never thought you’d live to say it, but you were grateful that Tony Stark was throwing a party. Normally you’d like to unwind with a long bath, followed by reading a book or listening to music. But with the past week, all you wanted was to stop caring about everything, dance, and drink your thoughts away. 

You recovered from your injury rather quickly, but the repercussions from that day hit you hard as well. The mission had completely failed because of your mistake and you compromised the safety of yourself and everyone around you. You always took mission failures hard and blamed yourself for entirely too long. It happened to everyone, even to the best of the team, but it was humiliating knowing Wanda had to take on twice as many soldiers because of you, cover for you, and protect you. Not to mention how you hadn’t seen the men come out of nowhere because your thoughts were consumed by her. But that was a thought you refused to process. 

Your week was spent with the others in long meetings about how to prevent things like this in the future, and to tell you for the one-millionth time just how vital the information that you let get away was. 

So, you were looking forward to forgetting everything that was going wrong at the minute and letting loose for the first time in a while. You danced to the blaring music with Natasha, empty drinks in hand. Giggling and twirling each other around, you eventually tired and went to the bar to rest and continue drinking. 

“Vodka soda, please. With extra lime.” You smile gratefully at the bartender as she begins to pour the alcohol into a tall glass. Except for the long meetings everyone had to sit in this week thanks to you, you were pleasantly surprised to not have encountered Wanda at all these past few days. 

While sipping on your drink, you began to look for her around the room, intrigued to see if she was capable of letting herself have fun. You get interrupted by a face you weren’t expecting to see, but you’re certainly not complaining. Sharon Carter walks up to you wearing a tight black dress, a small smile on her lips. 

“I’ll have what she’s having,” she says lowly to the bartender, who gives a nod and begins pouring her drink. “You look…” Sharon trails off, eyes glued to your chest. Her face flushes slightly, making you smile.

“You’re not so bad either,” you say, bringing the cold liquid to your mouth. The last time you saw Sharon was around three months ago, wrapped in the sheets of your bed. “Nice of you to say goodbye.”

“You have my number, you could’ve reached out at any point,” Sharon laughs, taking a sip of the drink placed in front of her. “I hate these, you know.”

You grinned. 

Whoever wasn’t on the dancefloor was engaged in conversation, laughing loudly with a cup or bottle wedged in their hands. On your fourth drink of the night, you realize you’ve been taking everything in your life way too seriously. You need to drink more alcohol you decide, as you listen to Sharon drone on about what was new with her. You always seemed to fall back into a cycle with the blonde. Sure, she was great and you found her attractive, but you know you didn’t feel anything real for her. She was gone half the time anyway, the only time you ever saw her was at these stupid gatherings. 

But tonight was about forgetting, you remind yourself, downing your soda. Sharon had stopped talking and was now closer than before. With the way she was leaning further into you, it was clear what her intentions were. You’d been with her plenty of times to know how she operated, you’d like to think. Her lips brush your ear, gently pressing a kiss to your neck. Your eyes begin to close as you allow her more access, but they quickly re-open when you hear a sound from across the room. A loud shatter caused Sharon to pull away, both of you looking to see the source of the noise. 

It turned out to be Wanda's glass, looking like she had just shattered it with her hand. She was smiling apologetically at a busboy, who was beginning to clean her mess up. Your mouth parts slightly in surprise, her actions forgotten as you focus on the green dress that Wanda wears. Sharon brings you out of your thoughts by focusing on your neck again. 

“Let’s get out of here,” you whisper, biting your lip gently. Sharon nods, staring at your mouth. You tug her arm, stumbling off the bar seat you’d been sitting on. You turn around, noticing Sharon is frozen in place. You frown as her eyes turn a deep crimson, the color draining from her face. 

“I have to go,” Sharon says dryly. She forces a smile before wandering off, now lost in the sea of people in front of you. Wanda. Of course, she would want to ruin yet another moment of happiness for you, like she hadn’t sucked it bone-dry from you enough. If it was somehow possible, you felt every emotion inside you physically snap.

“Oh, I’m fucking done,” you whisper, whipping your head around to see where the brunette was. From across the room, you can see her looking pleased with herself, quickly downing the new drink in her hand. Before you can even think about how things might turn awry, your legs walk you to where she stood. 

You gripped her arm, a light blue glowing from your eyes as you stormed out of the room, dragging the brunette with you. Your nails dig into her skin, and you stumble upon a supply closet door that you push her through. Wanda gasps as you press her against the wall, but she does nothing about the new physical contact. 

"What's your fucking problem?" You gritted through your teeth, squeezing her arms. "You can't let me have anything nice?

Wanda's eyes scan your face, her green eyes look darker than usual. "I didn't want you to sleep with Sharon,” Wanda says as if it were obvious, making you angrier. 

"What is it to you?" You cry, aware of how loud your voice is. You didn’t care if the entire world heard this long-awaited conversation, you were going to say what you wanted, at whatever volume. “I’ve slept with Sharon several times before, and only now you’ve got an issue with it?”

Wanda’s eyes flash with surprise, unaware of that fact. “I-”

“You ruin my day, my mood, you ruin everything!” 

Wanda tilts her head at that statement, watching your chest rise and fall heavily. "Is that so..."

"I hate you," you choke out, looking away from Wanda's eyes. You realize you’d been staring into them this whole time. You let go of her arm, leaving her standing against the wall as you begin to turn away to leave. She catches your grasp again, pulling you back into her orbit, and making you stand where you originally had been. Close.

“Do you?”

“What?”

“Hate me,” Wanda says softly. You’re looking at her in utter disbelief, unable to believe this is happening. Her hand is wrapped tightly around your wrist, warm and firm. You and Wanda have never conversed this much, let alone touched like this before.

“You hate me,” you say slowly, as if you’re trying to make her remember. “What are you doing?” You try to read her eyes, her face, her anything for an explanation of what was going on, what she was playing at. Before you can take another breath, Wanda’s lips connect to yours softly. 

They touch for an instant before you immediately shut it down. Breaking away from her, you’re unable to speak. 

She watches you intently, reading every expression on your face, imagining the thoughts running around in your mind. So much has just happened in the last ten minutes, and you can finally feel the effects of all of the drinks you carelessly downed. It settles at the bottom of your stomach, along with the newfound nervousness and pit that forms because of the girl in front of you. Wanda’s face is flushed, matching the same color of her mouth. She looks beautiful. 

What she doesn’t expect is for you to lean in, crashing your lips back onto hers. She sighs into your mouth sweetly, tilting her face to deepen the kiss. Your hands make their way into the soft strands of her hair, pressing the back of her head further in, closing your distance over and over. Her hands rest on your arms, holding on tightly, as if you’d disappear at any moment. It’s so hot, the way she kisses you like she knows just what you want, like this was her last chance to have you.

You feel like you gain consciousness when she starts to kiss your neck, holding your head in her hands as she does. Your mouth falls open slightly, breathing hard with her. You remember there’s a party still happening in the next room and the world did not stop spinning the moment she kissed you, as much as it felt like it had.  

Not to forget, several people saw you leave with Wanda, and everyone knows your weird history. After this long week, you didn’t want to have to deal with anything else.  It takes every ounce of strength in you to gently grab her shoulders and push her away from you. Wanda’s fears are confirmed. Her hands still hold your arms as she watches you, confused. 

“I shouldn’t,” you whisper. You don’t stick around to see the pained expression that covers Wanda’s face, closing the door behind you quickly. You find your way back to the party, and so does Wanda who heads to the bar. 

“Back from seven minutes in heaven so soon?” Tony Stark calls out to you, placing a blue colored shot in your hand, and into the hands around you as well. 

“Shut up,” you giggle, downing it quickly. Shocker, you want to forget whatever had just happened with Wanda, again. You find yourself full circle, starting just as you had at the beginning of the night. Another drink, another dance, another song, and you’re completely wasted. The last thing you remember is pulling on Mjolnir’s handle tightly before everything goes black. 

-

The next morning arrives too soon, rays of sunlight peak through blinds and onto your eyes. You roll over, hoping to catch more sleep as your headache begins to burn slowly. You’d deal with that in a few hours, you thought, stretching your arms out in front of you. You’re met with soft skin, and you retract your arms as if you’d gotten slapped. 

Any more thoughts of sleep are forgotten as your eyes shoot open, a full vision of a bare back in front of you, the torso connected to it covered in a white duvet and sheets. Your first context clue is the fact that your blankets and sheets have always been dark blue, and you know the brown messy waves that contrast against the white pillow are Wanda’s. Your heart sinks, remembering what a mess you’ve created as the night came back to you.  

Never mind any of that, you need to get out of here now before Wanda wakes up and you two are forced to talk again. Your face heats up when you think of the supply closet from just a few hours ago. The way Wanda had held and kissed you was permanently burned into your mind, you’re sure of it. “Jesus Christ,” you whispered to yourself. 

After a few minutes of gathering your thoughts, you decided to stick to your original plan: to get the hell out of this room. The last thing you've ever wanted to do was sleep with Wanda, and now here you are, butt naked in her bed. You can’t remember anything besides kissing her in the closet, you were so sure that was it, that you didn’t find her after the party had ended. 

You slowly remove yourself from Wanda’s duvet and search for the dress you had on last night. You pick up the low-cut red dress you were wearing that had been crumpled underneath Wanda’s, your mouth dropping in surprise when you saw that your dress had been ripped open, instead of zipped down the back. 

"I'm sorry about your dress..." Wanda says, startling you. 

"No, it's-it's fine, I can fix it," you stammered, averting your gaze away from the brunette. You heard the sheets ruffle as she began to sit up. You stole a glance at her, noticing her red face as she stared openly at your naked chest. "I'm borrowing one of your hoodies," you told her, and she nodded.

Wanda rubs her eyes with her hands, letting out a small yawn. “You showed up at my door after the party.”

You pull your head through Wanda’s soft hoodie, her sweet scent immediately filling your nose. 

“In case you were wondering,” Wanda adds. You weren’t sure if she’d be happy if you told her you didn’t remember a single thing that you did with her besides a few kisses. 

“Thanks…can I take these shorts too?”

You know you’ve made a huge mistake in venturing out when you find Natasha Romanoff sitting on a chair in the kitchen, eating her toast while scrolling through her computer files. She greets you with a nod, her eyes remaining on the device in front of her.

“You smell weird,” she states flatly. 

“You smell weird,” you say back, poking your head in the fridge for something to eat. After the events of last night, all you’d had to consume was alcohol, and though you could handle your liquor well, you’d completely forgotten to eat. 

Nat takes a bite of her toast, crunching as she talks. “Mm- no, you smell like that fancy shit Wanda wears.” 

“Of course she wears expensive.”

“Damn right.” 

You pop a bagel in the toaster, hands across your chest as you face her. “I’m so tired,” you try to act as natural as you can for being fully dressed in Wanda’s clothes. You knew you should’ve at least tried to cover up what had happened, maybe fled back into your room to change, yet your hunger placed a higher significance. “I’m never drinking again.”

“I guess you’re too tired to tell me what you’re doing in that,” Natasha looks you up and down once before returning to her work. You don’t miss the slight smirk that covers her lips. 

“I just-”

You don’t have the chance to finish before others walk in, Clint takes his spot next to Natasha, and Sam begins to raid the fridge, making you move out of the way. You quickly finish putting together your food before your clothing is recognized by anyone else. Turning around, you almost collide with a pair of green eyes, the woman you’d just had an extremely awkward interaction with earlier. 

“Hi,” you say.

“Hi,” Wanda replies gently. She holds your gaze for a few moments longer before you decide to head back to your room. She smiles to herself, hiding it from the others as she reaches for her tea mug. She fills it and drops in the bag, before walking to the living room to drink.

Sam’s eyes widen as he turns towards the kitchen table.

“No fucking way,” he whispers loudly to Natasha and Clint, who try to hold in their laughter. 

-

You’d be lying to yourself if you weren’t waiting for Wanda to make the next move. Everything about your relationship with her had been flipped upside down. You liked feeling her eyes on you when you’d work out in the training room, or during a long meeting. Chances are when you’d turn your head to look at her, she’d already be looking.

You didn’t talk about what had happened, it was complete radio silence except for body language. The way she let her legs lean against yours in a van, heading to a stakeout location for a mission. The smile on her lips you’d catch when she walked past you, looking to the ground. The day she moved strands of your hair that covered your eyes, in front of the whole team. You wanted to end the tension that had been building right there and then, staring into her soul. 

Instead, you faced the wrath of Natsha’s interrogation shortly after. 

These were incredibly tiny moves she was making, and you found yourself wanting more. 

Wanda had been gone for two long days, making your life stuck in the compound completely dull. Clint was away visiting his family, Natasha was busy working on her files, and the others had been sent away on missions of their own, Steve and Sam had gone with Wanda. It was a rare few days off, but without anyone to talk with or…glance at, you found yourself with mind-numbing boredom. You tried going for a walk with your headphones in, shopping, or reading a book in a local park, but none of it makes you happy. You realize all you’d wanted was a certain someone close.

Your wishes are granted when you get the sign you’d been waiting for when you return to your room, late at night. On your bed rests your red dress from weeks ago at the party, in brand new condition. Hung on a hanger and neatly folded, the red seems as if it’s a deeper color, with additions of tool and length. The low cut remained the same, and you traced the fabric in awe, running your fingers over the smooth material. Your eyes travel to a small note attached to the front. 

I added a little bit to it, I hope you don’t mind. 

Wanda didn’t sign her name, but you knew it would have only been her. You had left her room in a hurry, your ripped and ruined dress was merely an afterthought. You had only thought of her in the time that had passed since the morning after the party.

You fold the note and put it on your nightstand, cherishing her small words. You check her location to see she was still a ways away from the compound, meaning she had sent the dress to your room with magic. An hour passes as you debate what you want to do. This was Wanda’s sign, returning the very thing you’d been with her in, even improving and adding her spin to it. You know you had nothing to top her grand gesture, but maybe you didn’t need to. It had been so long since someone made you feel so special like this, and Wanda of all people.

You lay in your bed with your thoughts, brushing over the dress with your fingers to check if it was real every so often. A small blush creeps its way to your face, re-reading the note she left, and finding yourself smiling at it. All you knew at this moment was that you wanted to be with her. In whatever way, even if she was in the same room paying you no attention you’d be grateful. There’s no harm in checking, you impatiently decide as you climb out of bed and begin opening the door, only for your heart to swell at the sight before you.

Wanda came to see you first. Her green eyes widened in slight surprise, and she looked like she had heavy words on her mind. Her thumbs play with the hem of her long sleeve, showing you she was anxious to have shown up. You take notice of a small cut above her eyebrow that she hasn’t bothered to fix yet. 

“Did you just get back?” 

Wanda nods. “Ten minutes ago I think.”

That was enough for you to pull her inside your room, kissing her against the shut door. She kisses you back instantly, letting you take full control as she melts into your touch. Her scent was a mix of her signature perfume and salt, filling your senses and making you want to be closer to her. Her hands finally begin to touch you when she deepens the kiss, opening her mouth against you and you gladly accept. Her fingers run along your arms, squeezing gently. She wanted the same thing you did, and you wanted to remember this time. 

You part for air after pressing a singular kiss to her mouth, your hands make their way to her face. Wanda watches you examine her, taking notice of the bruises along the side of her cheek that you didn’t see right away. “How did you get these?” You whisper, your thumb traces the cut above her eyebrow.

“I was distracted.” Wanda smiles slightly, looking into your eyes. You exhale a short laugh, kissing her bruised cheek carefully. 

“Can I?”

Wanda nods, her eyes closing when small swirls of blue extend from your fingertips. Gently, you heal her cut, the deep red turning back into her soft skin. You heal her bruise next, her cheek returning to its normal color. “Better?”

Wanda kisses you, thanking you for your services. You know she could’ve very well done it herself, but you were almost proud she let you help her, even if it was just this small thing. “Better.”

Wanda lets you take her to bed, missing the warmth and touch of your skin. She lays down, resting her head on your pillows as you kneel, your knees digging into the soft padding around you. You kiss her messily, leaning over her. She bites her lip as you remove your shirt, and she fumbles with her own, her hair getting messier when she tosses it to the floor. She smiles playfully when you laugh at her, gently slapping your bare arm. 

The smile doesn’t leave her face when she notices you staring from above. She felt so small underneath your gaze, and she leaned in to kiss you softly. “What?” 

“Nothing,” you whisper against her lips, kissing her again. You could never face her again if you’d told her just how beautiful she truly was. How her wavy hair fanned against your pillow, her soft and pale skin gleaned with your marks all over, her half-moon eyes and curious smile, and the color of her now swollen lips. There was so much beauty to take in, she didn’t even know, she could never see herself from your eyes.

Her mouth parted when you entered her, inching off the mattress that lay beneath her back. You noticed the slight beads of sweat on her forehead and the way her breathing changes when you quickened your pace. You adjusted to what she liked, what she asked you for. You wanted to give her everything you had. 

Your name echoed into your mind as she whispered it over and over. 

-

“I missed you.” You speak during a long moment of silence, lying next to Wanda. Your fingers traced the outline of her hip, spreading to her back and sending chills down her spine. You figured she would be asleep with her face turned away from you, but she proves you wrong by rolling back over. 

An amused smile spreads over her lips. “Did you?” She reaches out to comb her slim fingers through your hair. “I was gone for only two days.”

You nod, closing your eyes under her touch. “I want to ask you things. I feel like I have so many questions…” You begin to feel drowsy, and you mumble something incoherent that Wanda doesn’t understand.

“Ask me things,” Wanda whispers into your ear. It’s the last thing you hear before falling asleep, Wanda’s hand still running through your hair. She watches you sleep peacefully, before joining you shortly after.

After that encounter, your mornings start to change, as do your nights. You wake up and go to bed with the same body by your side almost every night, and when you don’t, you miss her a little too much. As weeks go by, you feel like you could truly be happy with only her , forever. You don’t tell her that, but you desperately want to. 

It turned out Wanda had the best taste in movies and TV shows that you desperately needed to be cultured on, in her opinion. You showed her your CD's and records, letting her listen to all of the music you loved. She cooked for you and lent you her books and clothes, surprising you with her generosity. You spent long hours by her side, sleeping, reading, talking… doing whatever you could just to stay with her a little longer. She did the same, finding peace and comfort in your presence, something she never would have expected from you. 

You trained together and against each other. You were still faster and stronger, but you gave her helpful tips and information that she could discover about herself. And you did normal things, shopping around New York, meeting each other for coffee, trying to be as ordinary as you could be while balancing the lives of being Avengers. You made sure to look out for Wanda more than you ever had, helping her when needed and making sure she could hold her own from a distance. She no longer refused your help, instead took it gratefully. 

You especially loved coming home to her after a solo mission, as she would examine you for injuries carefully. You let her heal your wounds and kiss away your pain, as you did the same for her.

You slept peacefully in her arms and woke up happily to the sight of her next to you. 

One day while you traced patterns on her back as she slept, you realized your biggest hatred had turned into something you were beginning to fall in love with.

-

“Was it just from the day we met?”

Wanda’s eyes narrow, turning her head to think back to the memory. “Sokovia?”

“The robots. When I pulled you from the ground.” You sit up in your bed now, wanting to find something to wear. You’d been with her a few hours now unclothed, and only now you felt the urge to cover up.

Wanda shakes her head, letting out a small laugh. “I was embarrassed, yes, but no it wasn’t just that. Could I have my shirt too?” She watches you get dressed, a small frown wrinkles her face as you toss it to her, seeing you slip on a pair of underwear. “Do you want me to leave?” 

“No!” Wanda can’t hide her smile at the speediness of your reply.  “No, I mean, I want you here.”

“Okay,” she whispers. “No, it wasn’t because of the day we met.” The mattress moves slightly when you sit back next to her. You nod, urging her to continue. “You were a reminder of home. My family and my brother,” Wanda hesitates before mentioning Pietro. “Your accent and your clothes… it was a lot for me, back then at least.”

“I wish you told me, I would’ve backed off, or-”

She reaches forward to touch your hand, intertwining your fingers slightly. “And, I hated how you made me feel. I thought maybe if I pushed you away as hard as I could, you’d never want me how I did you. I thought I got what I wanted when I saw you that night with Sharon at the party.”

Wanda’s eyes shine with honesty, and she watches your face carefully as she explains herself. “But I never hated you,” she speaks the most quietly of all her words. “I was... scared.” She shakes her head, embarrassed. “It sounds so stupid when I say it but-”

“It’s not stupid, I promise. I’m not angry anymore…” You trace her shoulder with your free hand softly. If you were sure of one thing, it was certainly that. All the walls you’d thrown over your heart for Wanda were torn down, and you couldn’t have been more grateful.

You allow her to focus on your hand, mindlessly fiddling with your fingers as she speaks. You can only think how you wished you knew, you feel like you foolishly wasted so much time hating her and doing things just to spite her, like a child. As if she heard your thoughts, she connects her eyes to yours, shaking her head. 

“I’m sorry. For all of it. And I understand if you don’t want something serious,” Wanda pauses reluctantly. “With me.” There’s a hint of insecurity in her voice, and you reach out to tilt her face to yours.

“You’re all I want.”

. . .

[bloggerspam]

Only Fools Rush In

A sudden Parkner oneshot that @finemeal cajoled into existence.

This is my first marvel fic, please be kind---I'm trying my best using knowledge from watching the movies once or twice in my lifetime, and reading copious amounts of parkner fics years ago......

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"Mr. Stark!" Pete's voice calls out from somewhere on the other side of the lab.

Tony sits up straight, tipping up the welding helmet. Peter sounds frantic— "Mr. Stark!!!"

"Pete!" Tony rips everything off, yelling at Friday to shut everything down as he weaves his way through the lab. "Peter, I'm here!"

When Tony emerges from his mess of a lab, Peter is pacing back and forth and looking like the world is about to crash down upon him. Tony braces himself.

"What's wrong?" Ironman's voice bleeds out, mirthless and already lifting a hand for his suit. "Is it May? Spider thing?"

Peter jerks to a stop when he spots Tony, bee-lining for him within a blink. His arms are grabbed, and Tony finds himself shaking back and forth as Peter exerts some of that spider-strength in his panic.

"Mr. Stark!!!" Tony lifts his hands, grabbing onto his boy's to try and calm him down when—"Why didn't you tell me your friend came to visit??"

"Fr-ie-nnd?" Tony stutters out, still attempting to stop the shaking but utterly failing. Thankfully, Peter gets the hint and does it for him.

"Your hot southern friend!!!!" Peter practically screeches, "I made a fool of myself, Mr. Stark, a fool!!!"

"…Hot what now?" Tony grabs his hand to stop the room from spinning. Just like his task before, he fails. "Fool??"

"Hot Southern Friend, Mr. Stark," Peter starts gripping at his hair to resume pacing, "And yes, a fool!"

"Who even uses fool anymore?" Tony mutters, "You're too young to use the word fool."

"And you're too old to be making such young, hot friends." Peter points out, going so far as to stop mid pace and literally pointing at Tony accusatorily. "You don't even call me your friend. That's rude."

"I'm your mentor," Tony shrugs, still confused as all hell. "You're my kid."

Peter softens, but still crosses his arms to give him a slanted look. "Rude."

"Look, kid." Tony tries again, which Peter rolls his eyes at. "I seriously don't know who you're talking about. You know all my friends."

"You told me the Avengers are coworkers at best," Peter pops a hip in judgment, which isn't fair to be honest, "And major annoyances at worst."

"And minor annoyances all around." Tony primly continues, mirroring Peter's pose and raising an eyebrow.

"You clearly have other friends." Peter insists. "Young ones. Hot ones."

"Pepper is my only friend." Tony sniffs, flapping a hand and heading back to his workstation as he calls over his shoulder. "This is badgering the witness, your honor!"

"Abstained." Friday deadpans. Who taught her that? Tony definitely didn't program that in.

"Traitor." Tony grumbles. He hears the noises of Peter clamoring after him, wonders if it was Peter. Probably.

"You really can't think of anyone else?" Peter badgers him, "Other than Pepper and May? Which is super sad by the way."

"Happy goes everywhere with me." Tony plops the welding helmet back on, tosses a spare at the kid who puts it on even as he continues to talk.

"Happy is paid to take you everywhere." Somehow, even with the mask on, Tony can tell Peter is rolling his eyes. His whole body moves with it, reminding Tony that the kid expresses himself primarily with his body when he's out and about in New York.

Tony's never needed to, never been on the ground like the kid has, isn't an everyday hero—just a big one.

It makes Tony's heart grow a little bigger in pride, maybe about 2cm in diameter. He huffs a laugh, before getting back to work.

"Friday's my friend." Hot sparks of melted flux fill his vision "Rhodey, too."

"Boss, I don't think that's what they mean when they say make new friends." Friday pipes in, "And Colonel Rhodey denounced your friendship last Tuesday."

Tony pauses. "Wait. Really?"

"You beat him at poker, Boss." Friday explains, even showing a clip. "Cleaned him out."

Peter can't even breathe through his laughter, but he still manages a honking aren't you a billionaire?!?!

"My point still stands." Tony huffs, lifting his mask once more to look directly at his wayward intern. "You know all my friends, acquaintances, coworkers and annoyances minor or major."

Pete has been rolling around the floor laughing, but he's stopped now, sitting up to (presumably) stare at Tony in disbelief.

"I barely leave New York," Tony continues, shrugging a shoulder and twirling the welding gun. "When would I have met anybody in the Bible Belt?"

"Well now," A somewhat familiar voice echoes through the lab. Peter jolts up, dusting himself off and fixing his hair as the newcomer joins them in their little clearing in the absolute mess of his lab. "That's a might disappointing."

Tony blinks. Is that…? "Harley?"

"And here I thought we were friends." Harley Keener smirks, all at once familiar and strange. "I'm hurt, really."

He's grown up, he knew this but it's one thing to hear it happen over the phone and an entirely other thing to actually see it.

Kid's taller than Tony, a lot more filled out than when he was a kid. He's got his hair long, to his chin, with an ill-fitting shirt and a pair of pants that look like they're strangling him.

Tony slants a look at Pete, who is subtly adjusting his clothes as he tosses his mask off.

Ah. Young, Hot, Southern Friend indeed.

"Sorry, Petey boy." Harley makes a moue of apology, "I know you said you'd get him for me, but I was a little impatient."

"No worries!" Pete reassures the older boy. "But uh…how long have you..?"

Harley tilts his head in confusion. "When Tony mentioned the Bible Belt."

Peter sighs a relieved sigh. Tony plays back the previous conversation in his head—Right.

He idly wonders if May ever gave Peter the Talk.

No, no—May is a nurse. Surely she has.

…But did she ever give Pete the Gay Talk?

…Not Tony's problem.

Tony's problem is that he isn't hugging the life out of his (not so) little friend of a lifetime ago.

"When did you get here?" Tony strips off the equipment once more, opening his arms to rectify his problem immediately.

"In New York?" Harley chuckles, patting Tony on the back before they separate. "Last night."

"He got to SI about an hour ago," Peter cuts in, shyly smiling back when Harley flashes his pearly whites. "Happy saw him come in, brought him to me."

"And you didn't think to tell me?" Tony squints at him. "You know I could have flown you in. Private jet and everything."

"I know," Harley grins, "But I wanted to surprise ya. 'Sides, Pepper got it handled."

"Pep knows but I didn't??" Tony can't keep the offended tone out of his words, which makes Harley laugh.

In the background, Peter fidgets, blushing at the noise. Great Gods.

"Pepper found out the second I got my admittance letter, Tony." Harley grins a roguish smile, and Tony swears Pete swoons. "Had my tickets all sorted out before I could even say yee haw."

"You're not that kind of Southern," Tony admonishes, even through his wide smile. "But congrats, Kid. I knew you would get accepted!"

"Congrats!" Peter chimes quietly, clearly unsure of whether he should leave them to their reunion.

"Thanks, 'means a lot." Harley says to Peter, solidly ignoring Tony. Which—rude. All his kids are so very rude.

"If you're here, that means Pep told you where you'd be staying." Tony guides the two of them out the lab, towards where Harley will be staying.

"Thanks for putting me up." Harley puts his hands in his back pockets, grin a little shy. "Couldn't afford it otherwise, and I wasn't gonna refuse your generosity."

"You mean you're too scared of Pepper." Tony grins back, reaching up (and up, damn) to tussle up his hair.

"I don't blame you." Peter laughs, waving hello to the other workers they pass as they make their way to the elevators. He completely misses the admiring look Harley has on his ass, the way Pete has been walking in front of them.

Blegh. Nope. Nopenopenope. Tony presses down on Harley's head, shakes him a little like an errant dog.

Harley's grin is unrepentant and wolfish.

Tony doesn't like it one bit, and shows it as he squints up at the kid.

"So Peter," Harley's tone seems innocent, shy and hesitant.

Tony's never known Harley to be hesitant about anything.

"Yeah?" Peter blinks up at Harley, and Tony really doesn't want to be here, but Friday has trapped them all together. Fuck.

"I was thinkin', what with bein' new 'round here…" Harley exaggerates his accent, leans down a little, endlessly charming as he plays the part of a dudezel in distress. "Would be mighty grateful if I had someone like you with the know-how to figure my way around."

"Oh!" Pete blushes, totally falling for it like the sweet, hapless little fool he is.

Fuck, Tony's too young to be using words like fool, but Pete's got him started.

"Of course, I'd be happy to!" Pete beams up at Harley as Tony desperately wishes for the elevator to go faster. "I can show you all the good places to eat, and where MJ and Ned and me hang out."

"Those your friends?" Harley steps a little closer, all up in Peter's space. Tony tugs him forcefully two steps away.

Peter blinks, but continues guilelessly. "Yeah, Ned and me go way back—MJ's been busy with her girlfriend lately but we've been best friends since high school. They'll love you, promise—they're really nice."

"Sounds like a treat." The elevator finally dings open, Tony escaping as fast as he can from teenage love. "How's Saturday sound?"

Still, he's not fast enough to escape. He should have thought this through: Harley has longer legs than he does, Pete's got spidey speed, and Tony's the only one who knows where Harley is staying.

He hates it here, honestly.

"Saturday I'm free all day!" Peter eagerly chirps, "You can have Friday call me and I'll swing by."

Tony snorts, confusing Harley and making Peter give him a look. Still, just as they arrive to Harley's room, Harley gives another roguish grin. "It's a date, darlin'."

Peter trips, but Harley catches him, much to Peter's mortification.

"Fell for me again, sweetheart?" Harley chuckles, making Peter go as red as his suit.

Ah. This must be a reference to the aforementioned made of a fool of myself moment.

"That's enough of that!" Tony grabs Peter by the collar to drag him away. "Do not lay your hands on my interns!"

He doesn't really mean it, clearly Peter and Harley deserve each other, but still! Some decorum!

"Tony," Harley scoffs, with that mischievous glint in his eye that Tony hates. "As your one and only Young, Hot, Southern Friend—"

Pete squeaks, slapping his hands over his face as Tony walks away with him in tow.

"I'm disappointed you didn't tell me about your Young, Hot, New York Intern!!!!" Harley yells out.

Tony really hates it here, has he mentioned that lately?

"You've mentioned it twice just today, Boss." Right. He must have said that last part out loud.

Tony ignores his traitorous AI assistant and gets them back into the elevator.

Silence blissfully falls over them for a moment, Peter still disgustingly shy and smitten, embarrassed and flattered all at once.

"Mr. Stark." And then of course, Peter starts to panic again. "Oh my God. Oh my THOR! Mr. Stark!!!"

"What!" Tony yells, pushing Peter away in the somehow cramped up elevator—did Strange shrink this thing?? "What is it now? Have you not done enough???"

"Mr. Stark!!!" Peter screeches, shaking him once again. "What am I going to wear?!"

[buckyalpine]

I'm just throwing out an idea while attending to my garden of boundless wips but just imagine the compound getting attacked and the one area that's the most damaged is the lab. Hackers want to steal all the Stark technology and they stop at nothing, waiting for the team to leave before they destroy the building, blowing the structure till it crumbles. The only one still remaining in the building is the lab tech.

The jet nears the compound; Tony and Steve are already suited up again while Sam adjusts his wings, Nat and Clint armed and ready to go.

Everyone but Bucky.

"Tony was anyone still in the building?" His face is filled with horror, staring at the smoke emitting from the areas that were hit, his heart hammering against his chest.

"My lab tech, y/n, she was still working when we left" Tony ran a hand over his face and the color drains from Bucky's cheeks.

"WHERE IS SHE" Bucky does everything in his power not to lose control, snapping back into soldier mode and strapping his weapons, shoving past Steve so he can jump out first as they near the compound.

"Barnes its okay, we'll find her" Tony reassures him but he can't hide the confusion on his face because why on earth was Bucky this concerned over his lab assistant. They had never spoken a word to each other, in fact he didn't even realize Bucky knew you existed.

"She's pregnant!" Bucky had never sounded so scared in his life, pulling himself together to keep from breaking down.

"What-when-how-how do you know" Tony had never felt more confused in his life while the others all whip their heads around, shocked at what he'd just said.

"That's my wife"

The jet doors open and Bucky is the first one out, sprinting through smoke and flames till he gets to the worst part of what's left, debris and rubble scattered over the floor. Bodies hit the floor as he takes out anyone that he sees without a second guess. He frantically searches, holding back his emotions till he spots the broken glasses first. Dust and crumbles cement cover your unconscious form, blood dripping from you forehead and he doesn't pause to try and wake you up himself.

She's in his arms and he's rushing to the med wing while the rest of the team trail behind him, seeing as he's already killed anyone that broke in. Once your taken in, all he can do is wait, pacing up and down the hall till he's given the all clear to see you. He sits by your bed, desperately holding onto your hand, Steve being the first to check on his best friend while the the others quietly enter after.

No one breathes a word till you finally open your eyes, giving you and Bucky privacy till you're ready to see the others. He's tucked into bed with you as they enter, his arm wrapped around your tummy, rubbing soft circles with his metal hand. You weren't showing much yet, seeing as it was still early on.

"Okay, spill, when did you marry my lab tech" Tony playfully teased while Bucky blushed, hugging you closer.

"Last year" He admitted, while Steve smirked, coming over to check on you.

"Doing okay sweetheart?" The blonde asked, plopping down on a chair beside your bed, smiling when you nodded, "How's my godchild"

"You knew?" Sam wacked Steve's shoulder only to be met with a snicker from both soldiers.

"Who do you think was the bestman" The captain smiled proudly while you giggled, giving Tony a sheepish smile.

"I was gonna tell you Mr. Stark"

"When, did you think I wouldn't notice a little super soldier running around the lab?" He cocked an eyebrow with a smile.

"You knew?" Sam repeated, still deeply offended while Steve shook his head, kissing your forehead before getting up so you could get some rest. The rest of the team followed after, deciding to bombard the two of you with questions after you'd slept.

"YOU KNEW?"

"Give it a rest Sam"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Almighty Captain, Never lies, Sir Honest A Lot, YOU KNEW?"

"Sam"

"YOU KNEW?!"

I'm sorry, this wasn't the most organized drabble, just an idea I wanted to toss out into the world.

[spider-mancan]

norman is a controlling piece of shit but harry was Peter's friend when no one else would be. seeing Harry's health decline so suddenly leaves such a sour taste in Peter's -- almost as sour as the way norman osborn's unwanted compliments. you're such a smart boy, Peter. so hardworking, so motivated, so healthy. not like harry. he never recovered after his mother died, mentally. lost a piece of himself.

privately, Peter thinks harry lost a part of himself a long time ago, and it's something norman cut away and keeps in his bedside drawer like a trophy.

when Norman gives Peter an ultimatum, Peter can't say he's surprised. what's surprising is the terms.

seduce Tony Stark. beautiful boy like you, just like he likes. You can do it. might even get a bag out of it, too. i know things are tough. speaking of, how is May doing, lately? just make Tony loose enough to spill a secret or two, and maybe harry will just...miraculously recover.

and Peter does it. he flutters his eyelashes and lets Tony fuck him in a public bathroom at some fancy event. he lets Tony cover him in diamonds. he sleeps in Tony's bed. he kisses Tony, laughs with him, feeds him. sneaks files on a flashdrive and then lets Tony fuck him over the kitchen counter.

he feels dirty and horrible. he thinks Tony might be the best man he's ever met, and he tells him so.

Tony tells him he doesn't seem the sort to be a sugar baby. peter doesn't tell him he lost his virginity in a public bathroom at a fancy event.

peter tells norman about the repulser and suddenly Harry is more lucid than he's been in months. Tony buries himself in Peter's body and Peter pets his hair and shakes himself to pieces.

"i love you."

I'm sorry. I love you.

Peter is sloppy, tips his hand. he's escorted off the premises by security. the last thing he sees is Tony, impassive and impressive in his three piece suit, hands in his pockets, jaw clenched. then the doors of stark tower slide shut and Peter is as free as he's going to be.

harry gets worse. Norman sends him away to Europe for treatment that won't work, but maybe harry will be happier. Norman can't blackmail Peter with something that's already public, and Tony doesn't press charges even as Peter waits for the sirens outside his door.

three months later, Peter works for Norman like a dog and Tony shows up at his door like a whirlwind, all wild eyes. he wants to know why Peter did it. he wants to know if any of it was real.

peter closes the door in his face.

Tony keeps talking to the door, because he knows Peter is standing on the other side trying to make himself walk away. why, how, who. who was it that was in my bed? was he real, even a little? it doesn't make sense. None of it makes sense.

Tony stays for over an hour. Norman seems particularly smug when Peter brings him his coffee in the morning. maybe he just likes the idea of Tony Stark on his knees. maybe he likes that he's the reason Peter left Tony on the doorsteps. he never liked Harry and he likes Peter too much. Peter thinks Norman might be the worst person he's ever met, and he has to look himself in the mirror everyday.

harry likes Europe, at least.

when news breaks that norman osborn has been running inhumane studies and fishing his books, that he killed his wife, that he is well on his way to killing his son, that he's mentally unwell...Peter is on the subway. some of the biggest news of his life, and he finds out accidentally reading Twitter over someone's shoulder on the orange.

Tony is waiting for him when he gets out of the station. he's not sure how Tony knew where to find him. peter doesn't even remember where he had been going.

"i didn't want to."

I'm sorry. I love you.

Tony opens his arms and Peter is there before he understands what precious sort of thing is being offered. he's there before he realizes he started crying ten minutes before, still in the subway car. Tony is just there. he's there and he's forgiving Peter and Peter doesn't deserve it. not at all.

I'm sorry. I love you.

I love you. I love you.

"I love you, too." Tony might as well tell the whole world, the way he whispers it into Peter's hair. "God, kid. They gutted me when they took you away."

peter doesn't think he's been a full person in years. he shakes under the weight of it. like feeling gravity for the first time. "i don't know how to do this."

"a relationship? me, neither." Tony grins, his chin digging into the top of Peter's head. he won't let go, even a little, while the subway rush floods out onto the sidewalk. "can't be harder than corporate espionage."

peter laughs so hard he chokes, and Tony spins him around like he doesn't care about anything else, and Peter is horrible and human and he's okay, he'll be okay. he's free.

he's as free as he's ever been, and he's in love.