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bella-spil · 4 years ago

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Halloween

Summary: you and the avengers spend Halloween together.

Characters: Y/N (your name), Bucky, Loki, Thor, Tony, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Clint, Vision, Wanda, Peter, Shuri.

Warnings: cursing, tbh thats it. VINE REFERENCES

Word Count: 2.4

A/N: hi.. I’m sry I haven’t written in a while. School has been killing my creativity. This is gonna be more of a miniseries, more like 2-3 parts. It’s prob not gonna get much attention, but if you like it, just comment or re blog bc it helps my confidence with posting stuff on here. This is also inspired by a meme I saw (Ill post it at the bottom of the story) and a video with Anthony Mackie and Chris Evans (link) Masterlist is here

Tag List: @sea040561 @wednesday-add-em @kmuir1 (lmk if you wanna join)

Halloween was a week away. Tony being Tony, already paid for the decorations for the tower, so basically all of the floors look like a haunted house. Rolls of toilet paper stretched across arches in the hallways, tiny spiders were all over furniture, bones and eyes and zombies and witches and everything in between that you could possibly think of was in the tower. The tower looked like a zombie on steroids; creepy yet entertaining at the same time.

Everyone was fine with the decorations, but the costumes were a big issue. Steve and Tony kept arguing over the ideas, both of them wanting to do group costumes. Everyone else had their ideas too, but Tony and Steve were at each other's throats for the past couple weeks, since like August. Your room in the tower was right by the meeting office, so hearing the two of them screaming at each other for the most stupid shit was driving you insane. Once it got to the point where you had to yell at them to shut up.

This morning, a week before Halloween, while everyone was there, you cleared your throat while you heard Steve and Tony bickering.

“Guys this is getting to be too much. We need to have a meeting to discuss these fucken costumes.” you said.

“Yeah this is getting out of control,” Nat agreed.

“Guys, cmon, you have to agree with me. All of us having Iron Man suits would be awesome. We could fly around the city all night and have so much fun!” Tony said.

“Tony, stop. All of us being soldiers is better.” Steve countered.

“STOP!” Clint groaned. “You guys are insane. We need to discuss this as a group.”

Tony and Steve sat across from each other, glaring at each other. Death was looming between them.

“Fine,” Tony sighed. “When and where?”

“The office, 2pm,” Nat said. “And everyone has to show up, that means you too Bucky.”

Bucky groaned from the other side of the room. He hated group discussions, he liked working alone better. Said that it was faster to be alone and you didn’t have to worry as much.

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2pm finally rolled by. Everyone has showed up in the big office, one that seemed a little too big. Everyone was tired of the bickering and had showed up, thankfully.

Tony, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Bucky, Sam, Peter P, Shuri, Wanda, Vision, Loki and you were crowded around the table. Tony was standing at the end with a whiteboard, prepared to write down ideas.

“So guys, what do you want to do?” Tony said.

“What about we dress up as famous Star Wars characters?” Sam suggested.

“Nah, Steve isn’t going to know who Yoda is. That’s a must if we do Star Wars.” Tony said.

“Devils and Angels?” Wanda said.

“Not original,” Steve said.

“What about we just wear each other’s costumes?” Thor suggested.

“You really think you are gonna wear my wings?” Sam said, a hint of annoyance in his voice that made you and Bucky snicker.

“I don’t think any of you guys want to wear a leather catsuit,” Nat said.

“We could dress up as famous vines,” Shuri offered, smirking at you and Peter.

The three of you quoted vines daily and the rest of the team never knew what you guys meant, which made it even more fun. Eventually, Sam, Bucky and Clint started learning vines with you because they kept saying things which you guys followed up with vine references. The frustration got to the three men and they started to learn with you, but they weren’t nearly as attentive as you, Shuri and Peter.

“What’s a vine?” Steve asked.

“Vine was a website created in 2012, officially released in 2013. It was ultimately shut down in 2016. Vine was a website where users would create short videos an-” Vision said.

“Vis, I don’t think they want a whole essay,” Wanda said, seeing the reactions of the other Avengers. Sam had started to fake snore, Loki was muttering something to Peter about knifes, and Shuri was about to watch vines, from what you could tell.

“It’s this app filled with people saying and doing stupid things for attention,” Nat sighed.

“IT IS NOT STUPID! VINE WAS LEGENDARY!!” Shuri shouted.

“YOU WOULD DO THINGS FOR THE VINE, YOU UNCULTURED SWINE!!” you shrieked.

“EDUCATE YO SELF!” Clint shouted, right in Natasha’s ear. Doing that earned him a hard punch in the back of the head.

“Well I don’t have all day so we need something,” Tony groaned, hitting his expo marker against the whiteboard.

You and everyone else was trying to come up with ideas when all the sudden, quiet Peter Parker, who was pretty much the baby of the tower, spoke up.

“Mr. Frost Giant, God sir?” Peter asked.

“Loki,” Loki sighed, pleasantly shocked.

“So, you have ice powers right?” Peter continued.

“Yes, I am an ice giant,” Loki said.

“You should be Elsa for Halloween,” Peter gasped.

Then, out of nowhere, Clint jumped up, looking like he had 5 monster energy drinks and 10 packs of warheads.

“I’LL BE MERIDA!!!” he screamed.

“I must assume that I am going to portray Elsa then,” Thor said, with a smile on his face.

“So...we are doing Disney princesses?” Tony asked, slightly confused.

“Looks like it,” Bucky said.

“Who the fuck am I gonna be?” Shuri asked.

“Language.” Steve said.

You and Shuri looked at each other for a moment and with a slight nod of your head, you were both in a song.

“FUCK SHIT PUSSY ASS!!!” you and Shuri sang.

“MOTHERFUC-” Peter started to continue, but Tony just slapped his hand over Peter’s mouth. Tony swore that Peter wasn’t like a son to him, but this didn’t help his situation.

Steve was turning ad red as a tomato in his seat, not being able to process all the dirty words that escaped yours and Shuri’s mouths.

“Ok, who are all the Disney Princesses?” Tony asked, frustration in his voice as he looked down at Peter. Tony gave him a look, one that said “Stop this shit or you get your suit taken away for two weeks” and once Peter nodded his head slightly, Tony removed his hand.

Vision started to list a bunch of them off, even some of the ones that aren’t considered princesses, like Megara, Alice and Jane. Once Tony had a list of all the princesses, he started to write of all the avengers, making lines to match them up with their character.

“Ok, who wants to find their Disney princess counterpart first?” Tony asked.

“Me, I already asked before,” Shuri said rolling her eyes.

“Well I mean you already are a princess.” you said.

“Oh,” Shuri said. “I don’t have to dress up then. Haha. You can cross my name off, Tony.”

Tony sighed and rolled his eyes, while taking her name off.

“Next?” he sighed.

“What about me?” Steve asked.

“Oh this is gonna be interesting.” Sam grinned.

“Snow White.” Bucky said, without even hesitating.

“Wait why?” you asked.

“Ohhhhh, I think I see why,” Wanda smirked.

“Continue Barnes,” Natasha said.

“First of all, Snow White was the very first princess to come out. She came out in the thirties or forties. She’s the oldest. Steve was the first avenger and he is the oldest.” Bucky said.

“Bucky, you are a couple months older than me.” Steve countered.

“Second,” Bucky continued, ignoring his friend completely. “She is like the most gullible and is surrounded by followers. Snow White was like living with seven dwarfs. And she was underage and just lived with them. Steve here, was the leader of the Howling Commandos. And I was in that group, so I had to endure him and his stupid ass decisions, but I couldn’t elect to ignore it.”

“That’s offensive,” Steve said.

“That's the point,” Bucky said.

“Ok so Steve is Snow White.” Tony declared, making a line between Snow White and Steve on the whiteboard. “NEXTT!”

“Me,” said the super secret Russian spy.

“Hmm..” you thought.

“Megara,” said Clint.

“Oh that's a good one,” Sam agreed.

“Who is Megara?” Steve asked.

“She is an attractive Greek lady that Hercules, the son of Zeus, who is the King of the Greek Gods, falls in love with.” Thor explained.

“Thor, how do you of all people know that?” Shuri asked. “Shouldn’t Vision know all of these things?”

“M’lady, I am formally educated in Disney movies by the request of Peter Parker, also known as ‘The One and Only Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman’.” Thor explained.

“Kid, you make Thor, the God of Thunder, sit through Sleeping Beauty?” Tony asked, shocked.

“My dear man of Iron, Sleeping beauty was quite relaxing. That Prince Philip, that amazing man, demonstrated quite intellectually advanced ways to use a sword. Ways that I can use Storm-breaker effectively in battle.” Thor smiled.

Tony and Sam shared a look of disgust with a combination of interest and concern.

“Thor, I don’t think you can learn fighting tactics from a cart-” Vision started.

“I need to watch the movies again,” Clint and Bucky muttered under their breaths.

“No she should be Mulan,” Wanda said. “Mulan is determined and strong. Megara just messed with the God of Death.”

“I mess with death all the time,” Natasha countered.

“I should be Megara.” Bucky stated.

“Because you almost died?” Steve asked.

“Because your soul is dark and empty?” Sam asked.

“Yes and no. My hair is long, not as long as her’s but I can make it work. Hair extensions. She plays with Hercules’ emotions. She is also strong and independent. Like me.” Bucky explained.

“That settles it. Bucky is Megara and Natasha is Mulan.” Tony said, making lines between the two avengers and their princesses.

“nEXXttT!” Tony shouted.

“Me me me!” Wanda said happily.

“Yes Mr. Stark I would like to go as well.” Vision added.

“Wanda would make the perfect Moana.” Thor said. “Moana and Wanda both demonstrate very strong emotions, which affect their abilities regarding their powers and limits and they care deeply about the people that mean the most to them.”

He nudged Loki in the shoulder to try to get him more involved in the meeting. Loki was just throwing his knives up in the air, and Peter was getting very interested, and getting dangerously close to the God of Mischief. Tony was eyeing the two of them very, very carefully.

“Yeah, yeah sure,” Loki sighed, just going along with Thor or the sake of it.

“Who would Vision be then?” Sam asked.

“He could be the dead grandma,” Clint suggested.

“Yeah, that one that turned into the manta ray.” Nat agreed.

“It’s settled. Moana and Dead Grandma Ray.” Tony said, making the lines once again. He had to add “dead grandma” to the board for Vision’s sake.

“NeXXXXXtttT!!” he shrieked.

“Tony, you should be Belle,” Natasha said.

“Yeah. I mean, they both fall in love and save the people that mean the most to them, even if it means putting their own life at risk.” Steve agreed.

“And they are both really smart.” Peter added.

“Peter, you just had to say that and I would have been on board. Now I had to listen to Steve and Natasha for a minute.” Tony groaned as he drew a line between his name and Belle’s.

“Thanks Tony,” Steve said sarcastically.

“Your welcome, Capsicle.” Tony gleamed back.

“Sam should be Cinderella.” Bucky said.

“OMG that works!!” Shuri exclaimed.

“Yeah..” Sam realized. “I’m Cinderella ‘cause she broke, homie.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, smiling from ear to ear, looking back at Sam.

“She represent me, yooo,” Sam said. Then he looked over at Steve and said, “Lemme borrow twenty dollas.”

By this point, Steve couldn’t hold in the laughter and almost fell out of his chair. And Sam, being as he called it “Steve’s best friend, better than Bucky,” saved Steve from collapsing on to the floor.

“Steve is the cinder princess. Deal with it.” Tony declared, adding another line.

“NeeXXttTTT!” Tony screamed.

“Now, all that’s left is Peter and Y/N,” Wanda said, eyeing you two.

“Peter should be Rapunzel. Before they face the real world, they are both innocent, but then when they see what the world is really like, it changes them.” Thor said, analyzing the similarities between the princess and the superhero.

“Jesus Christ, why is Point break actually really on point?” Tony asked.

“My dear Stalk of corn, I am educated like I told you earlier. Insect man has really helped me tap into my inner child and all of the pain my demon brother made me endure.” Thor said.

“Spiderman,” Peter mumbled.

“I take that as a complement.” Loki stated, out of the blue.

“Rapunzel is Parker.” Tony declared.

“Last but not least, Y/N.” Steve said.

Now, it took everyone a while to come up with a princess for you. You didn’t fit the exact mold or looks of a certain princess, so it was definitely harder.

“What about Alice?” Sam said/

“Why the fuck would she be Alice?” Bucky asked.

“Because Alice in Wonderland is supposed to portray the effects of drugs.” Sam explained.

“So your saying that I act like a drug addict?” you asked.

“NO!” Sam shouted.

“Sam, drop it before you dig your own grave.” Steve said.

“What about Jasmine?” offered Wanda. “You have a very free spirit like her, and she’s your favorite princess.”

“Yeah sure, that sounds fine.” you agreed.

“Y/N is Jasmine! dOOONNEe!” Tony shouted with relief.

“WAIT I CHANGED MY MIND!” Shuri shrieked. “I WANNA BE A PRINCESS. I WANNA BE TIANA SHE IS AN ABSOLUTE BADASS!”

“FINE!” Tony shouted back. “NOW WE ARE DONE. EVERYONE HAPPY?”

Everyone in the room, not wanting to disagree with a hot-headed Tony, looked around at each other and slowly nodded their heads.

“Great!” Tony smiled, a complete change in moods. “Tomorrow we are going to Party City to get our costumes. Everyone in this room has to come so we can get the wigs and dresses and makeup. No skipping out. That includes you Clint, Bucky and Loki.”

The three men who were called out rolled their heads and sighed. But they agreed to go. To Tony’s happiness.

“Great. Meeting finished. Pepper wants me for something. Probably for the party. Nobody try to call me or you will be met with an ear rape of AC/DC.” Tony said, putting on his glasses and promptly leaving the room in Stark fashion. Everyone eventually left the room, you being lost in your thoughts.

“You coming, doll?” Bucky asked, seeing you were still sitting in the room.

“Ya, I’ll be out in a second.” you said.

“Alright, you, me and Clint are doing a Disney marathon for fighting tactics. Don’t be late or you because we are gonna eat all the food. I don’t wanna hear you complain.” Bucky said, walking out the door with a lazy drag of his legs.

Now, relief filled your body. Now you wouldn’t have to hear arguing about costumes! And they actually agreed to costumes, shockingly. Now you just couldn’t wait to go to Party City and endure all the chaos. And then, you left the room to watch Disney movies again, for fighting tactics.

Oh, the chaos that awaits.

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bella-spil · 4 years ago

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I want to do this. Also sry for not being around. I tried WattPad and the Burning Questions Series went viral, but if my stuff does well there ill move it to here as well.

Fuck: Lance (not just a one time thing lol)

Marry: Bucky

Kill: Lee

Friend: Charles (it could be a friends w benefits deal wink wink)

#bucky #bucky barnes #lance tucker #lee bodecker #charles blackwood

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bella-spil · 5 years ago

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TikTok

Summary: you and some of the Avengers make some TikToks.

Warnings: cursing, twerking.

Word count: 1.9k

Taglist: @wednesday-add-em @sea040561 @kmuir1

A/N: hope you guys like it and lmk of you wanna be tagged! Check my Masterlist and let me know if you have any ideas!

You were in your room, lit up with bright red LED lights, dancing and moving along with a song for a video you were making. You joined TikTok in the summer of 2019, the “elite” age of the app, so you knew a few dances and made a few videos. Your page wasn’t the most popular but since you were a famous superhero, you were verified and had an impressive following. As you were looking over the video you were making, you heard a knock on the door.

“Come in!” you shouted over the music.

Peter Parker had stepped into your room, with a smile on his face. You swore he was the happiest teenager in the world.

“Hey Y/N,” he said. “Whatcha doing?”

“I’m making a TikTok,” you explained.

“Oh cool! Could I make one with you?” Peter asked.

“Yeah sure which video would you want to make?”

“What about that dance from a while ago, the uh.. ‘Supalonely dance’?” Peter suggested.

“Oh my god! I love that dance! Let’s do it!” you agreed.

After a few minutes, you found the song on your phone and changed the LED lights in your room from red to a light blue. You thought it matched the vibe of the song, and thankfully, Peter agreed.

“Ready?” you said.

“Ready,” Peter said.

You leaned over to where you set up your phone and pressed the timer, giving you a countdown of 3 seconds. Once you pressed the button, the familiar sound of ticking prepared you and Peter for the dance. You had the moves memories perfectly, and even though it had been a while, you still knew the dance by heart. Peter on the other hand was having a bit of trouble. You could see it in the camera. Once the song ended, you and Peter looked at your phone to see if you wanted to redo the dance.

“Eww look at my face. What the hell am I doing?” you said. Your face looked weird in the camera, and it showed all the messed up strands of hair and little imperfections that only the camera could catch.

“No you look fine. I on the other hand have no clue what I am doing,” Peter chuckled. Then the video kept on going and it got to a part where Peter was just looking at you to see what move comes next. In the video you paid no attention to him and kept on going, making Peter look extremely awkward.

“Can you reteach me the dance?” Peter asked, slightly ashamed.

“Yeah sure,” you smiled. “Just watch me and follow my movements.”

It took about 10 minutes for Peter to relearn the dance without messing it up and going along in sync with you. Finally, he got it down pat and was ready to make the video.

“Don’t mess it up, Parker.” you teased. Peter sighed as you leaned over to your phone to get it ready. The phone counted down again and the song started playing again. As you were going through the dance, Peter was able to not mess up once and was making those faces that all those famous TikTokers do while they are dancing, to make it more entertaining.

“Yes! I did it!” Peter shouted, throwing his fists up into the air.

“Finally,” you sighed, walking over to your phone with Peter following close behind you. You were both checking it over to see if you needed to do it again, but you both agreed that it was fine as it was and to post it. You added Peter’s account to the description and a few hashtags and then you posted it. In a few seconds, you had already gotten thousands of likes, comments, shares and views.

“Wow that blew up quick,” you said, shocked.

“Nice,” said a voice from outside your door.

“Holy shit!” Peter shouted, almost jumping on you in fear.

“Hey Natasha,” you laughed.

“What up Y/N!” Sam said, shoving Natasha out of the way and heading into your room

“Parker,” Sam said, not even looking at Peter.

“Wilson,” Peter played along.

“What were you guys doing?” Natasha asked.

“We just made a TikTok,” you explained.

“Can I make one with you guys?” Sam asked.

“Hey don’t forget me,” Natasha chipped in.

Then you had an idea. An idea for a video you and Natasha could make. There was a trending song right now “Twerk for me” by KaMillion that you have been wanting to do, but you wanted to do it with someone else. Natasha was the perfect person to do it with.

“Natasha, wanna do the ‘Twerk for Me’ dance?” you asked, a smirk stretched on your face.

“Oh shit,” Peter sighed, burying his hands into his face.

“Oh shit, they are gonna twerk!!!” Sam shouted, almost jumping into the air. “I’m gonna get Steve and Bucky, they need to see this!!”

Sam sprinted out the door, shouting for Bucky and Steve down the hallway.

“Yeah lets do it.” Natasha agreed.

“You know the dance right?” you asked.

“Of course I do,” Natasha said, almost offended that you would even ask such a ridiculous question.

“Peter do you wanna stay?” you asked.

“I think I am gonna go down to Mr. Stark, see if he needs help with anything,” Peter said, his cheeks turning more red by the second.

“Bye Parker,” Natasha said.

“Bye!” Peter said.

It took a few minutes before Sam arrived back with the two Super Soldiers.

“So, what is this ‘dance I have been hearing about?” Steve asked, his arms crossed.

“Yeah, Sam was screaming at us to move it or we would miss it,” Bucky said.

“It’s a TikTok, you idiots,” Natasha rolled her eyes.

“You know what Romanoff,” Steve sighed, and Natasha gave a sly smirk back.

“Do I have to learn the dance?” Bucky asked, confused at what was going on.

Sam and you started to crack up in fits of laughter, loving the possibility of the Winter Soldier twerking.

“You have to see what the dance looks like first,” you said, wiping away tears.

You and Natasha moved closer to the phone so the camera could focus more on the two of you rather than the three guys in the back. Sam and Natasha adjusted the other two so they wouldn’t be blocked while you were setting up the music.

“I got the music ready Nat,” you said.

“Alright Y/N.” she said, and then she turned to Steve, Bucky and Sam. “Just stay here and watch the two of us.”

“Yes ma’am,” Steve said. Bucky gave an unsure nod and Sam was practically jumping up and down.

“Ready Nat?” you asked.

“Ready,” Sam answered instead.

Natasha rolled her eyes and gave a nod as you went up to get the music started. It counted down the zero and the music started playing.

At first, you and Natasha were just standing there, slightly swaying to the music, looking in the background of the phone to see the guys faces. And then the beat dropped, and the dancing had begun.

You weren’t the best at the first part, so you just moved your arms to the rhythm. Natasha was killing it though, she knew what she was doing. Then, the next move came up, where you had the turn by moving your knee up to your elbow twice and turning to the side. You and Natasha did this move with ease and you looked in the back to see their faces.

Steve was still confused and had no clue what was going on and what was to come. Bucky was just standing there, like he knew what was coming but not 100% sure. But he was licking his lips like he was getting a reward. Sam was jumping up and down, hardly able to contain his excitement. He was smiling like a child on Christmas morning and clapping excitedly.

Then, the best part of the dance came up: where you had to shake your asses. You had practiced the dance so many times that you mastered this part. And Natasha was Natasha so of course she was good at it.

You both turned your heads, sticking your tongues out provocatively to the camera, and your eyes were looking at your backsides. Sam jumped for joy and cheered as the video finished recording.

Then all five of you moved up to the camera to rewatch the video.

“Alright, I’m done,” Steve said, exiting the room in a hurry.

“Can I post it Nat?” you asked

“Yeah. In the meantime, I am gonna go see what’s bothering Cap,” Natasha said, giving you a wink and leaving the room.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” Bucky said, pink slowly spreading to his cheeks.

“That was amazing Y/N!! You have got to teach me to move my ass like that!” Sam chuckled.

“No, we have got to see Bucky do it, remember?” you said, giving a smirk and Bucky sighed.

“Oh yeah,” Sam remembered, we gotta see Wiener Soldier do it.”

“What about you, Birdbrain? Why do I have to do it?” Bucky asked.

“Yes, you both have to do it! That would be amazing!” you squealed. “Let me set up the camera and then you guys can do the dance.”

“Wait how do you do it?” Bucky asked.

“Sam, can you teach him while I get the video ready?” you asked.

“Yeah sure. Ready Barnes, you go like this… one, two, three, then turn…. One, two three.” Sam instructed.

After a few minutes, Bucky was able to do the dance, but you could tell that he wasn’t doing it to his full potential. Probably because he was too embarrassed. You just prayed that he would do it on camera.

“Alright, I am ready now.” Bucky announced.

“Ok, here we go,” you said, setting the music and the timer. The clock counted down and you moved to the back of the view while Sam and Bucky moved to the front. They had to wait for a few seconds and then they started dancing. You cheered them both on but then something interrupted the video completely.

Clint appeared out of nowhere. Magically appeared on your bed. He fell from the ceiling vent. And it was all caught on camera.

You screamed, Sam and Bucky shouted and Clint groaned in pain.

“What the fuck Clint?” Sam shouted.

“Stop, I didn’t know the vent would open by itself.” Clint rolled his eyes.

“How the hell did you get in there?” Bucky asked.

“What? You don’t know? I hang out in there,” Clint explained, as if it was simple.

“In the ceiling vents?” you asked.

“Uhh yeah. Why?” Clint brushed off. Then after nobody said anything, he left the room as if nothing happened.

“I hope I caught that on camera,” you said as you made your way over to your phone to check. And sure enough you did. Sam and Bucky were about to turn to their sides to twerk, but Clint falling from the vents distracted everyone. It looked amazing on camera.

“Holy shit,” Sam said.

“Did any of you know he just ‘lived’ up there?” Bucky asked

“No,” you said. “We have to clean up my room though.”

The three of you looked to your bed and saw that the metal vent and pieces of drywall were on your bed, leaving dust everywhere.

“Thank god I didn’t have to shake my ass,” Bucky sighed in relief.

“I wish you did,” Sam scoffed. “My ass would have looked great.”

“You guys are doing it after we clean up,” you said.

“Fine,” Bucky sighed. “By the way, who has the better ass, me or Sam?”

“Me, duh,” Sam said.

“Oh yeah, totally,” Bucky said sarcastically.

“Oh my god, lets clean up and then I will be the judge.” you sighed, knowing they would bicker over it the whole time you were cleaning.

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bella-spil · 5 years ago

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Emotion Sickness

Summary: You catch Steve and Natasha in the act. After a couple hours you find yourself in the medical wing with Bucky, and you want him to help you with some problems.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT(so nobody under 18. Wait what am I saying? I’m under 18, so idgaf.)

taglist: @kmuir1 @wednesday-add-em @sea040561 (the more the merrier)

Word Count: 4k

A/N: sry I haven’t posted in a while, so I wrote this to make up for not writing lately. This is based off a comic called “Emotion Sickness,” so I would check it out bc it’s pretty good. It’s an online comic. Enjoy! Also check out my Masterlist!

It was a normal day at the Avengers Compound. The sun was out and there wasn’t a grey cloud in sight. Birds were chirping and squirrels were running around the fields surrounding the Compound. Overall a very peaceful day.

You did your normal morning routine: wake up, work out, take a shower, eat breakfast, and then relax for the rest of the day. You were relaxing and listening to music in your room, a normal activity for you. Steve and Natasha were hanging around somewhere that you didn’t care, and everyone else was on a mission somewhere around the world. You were thanking God that you had a few days off because you needed it, maybe more than Steve and Natasha.

You were a part of the team because you had a very specific skill set. You could manipulate people, physically, emotionally and mentally. Also, you could fly, so you had a big field when it comes to powers. And you could feel what others could feel, physically and mentally and emotionally. Your emotions have an array of effects on your powers. For example, if you were mad, everyone, even super villains, would know not to mess with you. If you were sad or depressed, your powers would almost be non existent. And whenever you were happy, you had full control over your powers.

While you were in your room, you hear something. It was very loud and something that you had never heard before. It was a voice. Female and high pitched. But then moments after, you hear a deep, vulgar grunt, belonging to a man. And you had no clue who or where they were coming from.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Where is the noise coming from?” you asked.

“It is coming from the living room, two floors up,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced.

So you set off on your mission, finding out what the Hell that noise was. And why you could hear it when you were two floors above.

As you were walking down the hallway to the elevator, your mind started creating all sorts of possibilities for what the noises could be. At first, you thought someone came home from their mission early, but then you realized that the only person coming back soon was Bucky.

He was off on a solo mission in Montauk. You and him are close friends, and you really wanted to make him like you. You had an insane, big crush on him. Everything about him was just perfect, from his scars to his eyes. But making him like you would just ruin everything, so hopefully in the future, he would confess.

But you just talked to him this morning. You were on the phone and he was updating you on his mission. He said he would be back tomorrow, so there was no way those noises were from him.

As you were going up in the elevator, the slow calming melody playing in the background, your mind floated to the possibility that the Compound had been ambushed. Maybe by H.Y.D.R.A. agents or maybe Crossbones. But then as soon as that thought came into your head, it vanished. You realized that there was no way that could have happened because with Tony’s new alarm system, the Compound would have gone into a full on lock down. Sirens would have been going off, windows would have been blocking out sunlight with steel barriers and F.R.I.D.A.Y. would have been notifying you about who entered. Not to mention Steve and Natasha would have barged into your room.

That's it. Steve and Natasha. The elevator door slides open and you went down another corridor to the huge living room.

Then you tried to think why Steve and Natasha would be making noise. Your first thought they were training, not hard to break a table, but hard enough to leave a mark. But then you realized the gym was on the exact same floor. You thought maybe they were arguing, but you would have heard them shouting. Surprisingly, they can be loud when they want to be, especially on game night. You thought they might have been laughing or play-fighting or something like that, but as you rounded the corner, into the living room, you had a totally different picture being presented to you.

You found Natasha lying face down on the couch. Her face was covered in beads of sweat and her eyes were not even visible. Only white was showing from between her eyelids. Her lips were spread apart and tiny trails of tears, made more visible by mascara, covered her cheeks and disappeared into the cushions of the couch. And then you saw that she was naked. Completely, fully, unashamedly nude. Thankfully, you could only see her head since the couch was covering everything.

And Steve. Captain America. The innocent man from the 1940’s. That pure side was wiped from your mind as soon as you saw him. You could only see the top half of his body, and you were slightly embarrassed to see that the man was ripped. Like shredded. His hair was slightly messed up, a lot less than Natasha. His eyes were closed and his face was as red as a strawberry. His pecs and abs were clenching as he was moving, beads of sweat following with his movements.

“Nat, Nat… I’m gonna.. I’m gonna,” Steve groaned, still thrusting, moving the couch with each thrust. His jaw was clenching and his biceps were tightening. You then knew what was going on.

“Oh shit,” you muttered.

“Do it Steve, ahhh,” Natasha moaned. Her moans grew louder and louder, along with Steve's grunts and groans. Then, when you thought it was all over, it wasn’t.

“Another round?” Natasha asked.

“Sure,” Steve smirked.

And then, before you could see, they got into another position. Thankfully, you hid behind the corner leading to the living room so you couldn’t see anymore.

Right now, you had no clue how to react. You didn’t know if you should be embarrassed because you just caught your two coworkers in the act, your two friends fucking the shit outta each other. You didn’t know if you should laugh, because it was kinda funny, catching the two like this. This was something you could tell Tony, Sam and Bucky and they would make fun of Steve till he dies. But then, you thought to not tell anyone because this was super private, but you were here so not really.

Your thoughts were cut off by another long moan by Natasha. And then a long groan by Steve.

And as you were hiding behind the wall, your embarrassment floated away like a cloud. You felt turned on for some reason. It was a very hot and steamy moment. You wished that you felt all the emotions that Natasha was feeling. The pleasure that she was experiencing. The sounds that she was making sounded dirty.

A light bulb went off in your head. You realized you could feel how Natasha felt, because you had superpowers. How lucky you were.

You closed your eyes and imagined Natasha. You felt yourself emerging with her body. Luckily, your powers were so strong that the person you choose doesn’t know you are using your powers. So Natasha had no clue you could feel everything.

After a few moments, you felt something in between your legs. It wasn’t something normal. It was big. And then your face went red. You realized it was Steve’s dick.

You never had feelings for Steve, you just saw him as a good friend. But he was pretty big. He might be the perfect fit for Natasha, but not exactly for you. He was a little small, only a little bit. But you were a virgin so you didn’t know exactly what to expect. But after a few thrusts, way too fast for you, you got used to the speed and started to enjoy.

You leaned against the wall and spread your legs. Your eyes shut and you had to bite your lip to stifle a moan. You could feel yourself clenching around something that wasn’t really there and the wetness in your panties. Steve’s vein on the underside of his cock was twitching, and you suddenly knew what was about to happen. All the sudden you were clenching harder than before, but it wasn’t from you. It was from Natasha’s body.

Louder and louder moans for the other room signaled what was going down. You were going to have your first orgasm.

Your legs began to shake uncontrollably and you could feel Steve’s dick which was starting to become erratic in thrusts. They were becoming out of place and non consistent. And you realized he was going to cum.

“Fuck,” you moaned.

Natasha and Steve’s moaning was helping a little bit. It was hiding the fact that you too were moaning. Your thoughts began racing as you felt the rush. Your world turned black and white and you could hardly see straight, not when it felt like Steve was cumming inside you. You had never felt like this before and it was all too much to bear. Before you could get your mind out of Natasha's body, you fell to the floor, your orgasm taking the front wheel.

~~~

You woke up slowly as the world around you started to materialize once again. Your vision returned and you realized you were in the medical wing, in one of the beds. You heard the beeps of a heart monitor playing in the background. You saw that you were only wearing a thin medical robe, with no clothes or undergarments underneath.

“Weird,” you thought.

You also saw the line of an IV attached to your forearm, meeting up with veins and arteries. Your body was being very slow and didn’t want to move, so you took your time and slowly sat up on the bed.

“You're finally awake,” a voice said.

You turned to your left and saw Bucky sitting on an armchair, probably watching you to make sure you were ok.

“Bucky? How long was I out for?” you asked.

“About 12 hours.” Bucky responded.

“Why am I here? Did something happen?” you asked again, stretching your arms in the arm and then cracking your knuckles.

“Well doll, that's what I was gonna ask you. Steve and Natasha were acting weird when I showed up. Steve looked like a tomato and Natasha barely said a word.” Bucky said.

“The last thing I remember was that I was in my room and then I heard noises from the living room so I went to check it out. And then I rounded the corner and-” you started, but then you remembered what you saw. You couldn’t tell Bucky, that would end up bad. You were also still horny from watching Steve and Natasha, so you had an idea.

As soon as you finished talking, you grabbed your head in pain, which caused Bucky to panic.

“Oh my god! Are you ok?” Bucky shouted, completely worried.

Your hands were covering your eyes, but not the devilish smirk on your face. Bucky was leaning close to you to make sure you were fine, but you leaned in even closer and placed your finger on his lips and shushed him. Bucky’s cheeks flushed red, utterly confused at your sudden action.

“No need to panic. I’m fine,” you reassured him. Your voice was lowered and filled with lust and need, but Bucky wasn’t catching on yet. You had to work a few more tricks to get to him.

“R-right,” he stuttered as you got up from the bed. “I still think you need to rest, doll. I’ll get you anything if you need it.”

“That’s sweet of you,” you smiled, putting your hands behind your back to take off the medical dress. “But I should get my body moving.”

In less than a few seconds, the thin dress had fallen to the floor. You were completely naked in front of Bucky. You were smirking and spinning in front of him, and he had no clue how to react. He hadn’t been intimate with a girl since the forties, so he was out of his ballgame right now. His face was flushed red and his eyes bulged open.

“Holy shit! You are naked!! Are you sure you're ok?” Bucky shrieked, putting his hands over his eyes.

“I'm just making sure there’s nothing else hooked up to my body.” you said, grinning and moving your hands up and down. “It would be nice if I could get a second pair of eyes to check me out. Don’t be shy. Is there anything else I missed?”

You kept jutting your hips out and twirling your hair, and Bucky slowly put his hands down. His cheeks were still red, but his eyes were a tiny bit darker than they were before, letting you know you were getting to him, and making you a bit more confident.

“No…” he said slowly. “Nothing at all.” He said the last part with a deeper tone, graveling at the last word, making you hotter all over.

“I’m all set then. Thanks for the help. I should be-” you said, trying to brush past him, but you fell right into his buff torso.

“Ok, doll. That’s it. You are still a bit messed up and not fine. You are not leaving this goddamn room.” Bucky said, still confused.

“I do feel a bit weak below the hips,” you sighed against his chest. “But I think I should still try to move around. I’ll stay if you help me out.”

“Of course, doll.” Bucky said. “Anything you need.”

“Great,” you said, biting your lip. “Then I need you to help me with an ache that I need a hand with.”

You took his metal hand and traced it down your body until it got to your clit. You slowly moved his hand back and forth, moving your wetness around his fingers. Shock was written all over the Winter Soldier’s face.

“I’ll stay if you massage it for me,” you said, wetting your lips.

“What the hell?” Bucky said as he realised what you were doing with his hand.

“I mean, it’s up to you Buck,” you said as you took the glove off his right hand and placed it on your breast. “Personally, I have wanted you like this for a very, very, long time.” you stressed the word “very.”

“To feel your metal arm ravage my pussy. Only from fingering it.” you continued.

You moved closer to his lips until you could feel his minty breath fanning against your face.

“I’m done with hiding my desires. I want you, really bad. If you want me, then take me away.” you confessed, moaning at certain parts to make you point crystal clear.

Before you realized it happened, Bucky closed the gap in between the two of you and kissed you. He stressed how much he needed you as well because as he kissed you, he started squeezing your tit and rubbing his cold metal fingers against your clit. It all felt heavenly to you, but there was more you wanted him to do to you.

You kept making out for a few minutes and you moved your hand to his dick, feeling the growing hard forming in between his muscular thighs. You didn't want the make out sesh to end, but you were both running out of air. When you parted, you could sense the change in the room. The air felt heavy and hot. And Bucky looked different too. His eyes darkened and he looked turned on and like he wanted to turn you into his babygirl.

“Seems like we are on the same page now, Buck,” you said, breaking the silence.

“But, you are way too overdressed. You better change that.” you continued, pulling on the collar of his leather jacket.

“Otherwise,” you sighed, leaning over the bed. “Our bodies aren’t going to be properly introduced.” Bucky looked down and saw your ass angled up in the perfect way, so that he could also see your pussy. He parted his pink lips and smirked. He practically ripped his clothes on the floor and he looked so sexy, words can’t even describe it.

“Ooo,” Bucky moaned. “I hate this suit on me. It’s so tight on me when I just wanna destroy your body.”

Bucky took a deep breath before he continued, taking in your appearance from behind.

“So ready for a nice, deep, rough pounding? I hope you can take it,” Bucky smirked, waiting for you to turn around, waiting for your reaction to his incredible, out of this world size.

You turned your head to the side, and your jaw dropped. He was big, probably bigger than Steve, and that was saying something. He was as hard as a rock, and the vein on the underside of his cock was so visible.

Bucky started walking over to you, ready to put his dick inside you, but you needed some preparation first.

“Uh Bucky, I might have dropped the gun a little too fast,” you giggled, slightly embarrassed. “I’m going to need more time with Bucky before I meet the soldier, if you get what I mean.”

Bucky let out a dark chuckle before he started talking, a dark chuckle that sent shivers down your spine.

“Oh, I understand, doll. You want some preparation down there.” Bucky grinned.

He leaned down lower and lower until he reached your core, which was throbbing with need and desire. He licked his lips and rubbed his metal fingers around your growing ache. And then, he delivered one, long lick along your core. He was licking and sucking and making you feel things you never felt before. And the way his light scruff was rubbing against your inner thighs was making everything 10 times better.

“Holy shit Buck,” you moaned. “Just like that. Just like that. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

You felt him grin against your ache and he did what you asked, satisfying your needs and desires in the best way possible. Your moans filled the room, telling him “Right there,” “You feel so good” and tons of other things that made Bucky get harder by the minute. After a few moments, you felt the familiar feeling of your legs shaking and the wetness seeping out of your core. Your orgasm was approaching, and fast. Your moans got louder and echoed around the room.

“Fuck Bucky!” you screamed. “Make me cum harder!”

He did so for a little bit longer before his lips felt your pussy.

“No Buck, don’t stop,” you moaned softly.

“Oh doll,” Bucky groaned, wiping his mouth with his right arm. “I’m not done with you yet. I was just getting a taste. Besides, eating you was only the appetiser, it wasn’t deep enough. There are other ways to get deeper and hear you scream.”

“Oh right,” you giggled, not changing your position. You heard Bucky stand up and you felt his tip brushing up against your entrance.

“Just be gentle,” you warned him.

“Now you want me to play nice?” Bucky teased. “Don’t worry I wont hurt you. Yet.”

He pushed his tip against you, and you could feel it starting to stretch your entrance. And then, he slowly and carefully eased his way inside you. He was only halfway in before you started to feel it.

“Wow doll, you squeeze me so tight,” Bucky sighed, grabbing your hips and slowly thrusting into you, not seeing the look on your face. Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head and your tongue was out of your mouth.

“It’s like you were made for me,” he said, right as he brushed up on your g-spot.

Your face was straining with pain, and uncomfortable pain. You didn’t want to tell him to stop because you had wanted this for a long time. And you knew you would get used to it, you would just have to wait.

“It just sucks me right back in,” Bucky groaned, looking down at where you were connected. Your pussy was just sucking him back in like a vacuum cleaner. Your fists were clenched and hitting the bed, and Bucky started to take note.

“Doll, are you ok? I can’t go any slower without stopping,” Bucky said, getting worried.

“Hrmmm,” you said, not trying to make a big deal.

But in one swift motion, Bucky took himself out of you, and you let out a sigh of relief. Then, he picked you up and weirdly gave you a hug.

“It’s ok doll,” Bucky said, wrapping his arms around you. “I have wanted this for a long time too.

“But if that position doesn’t work for you, we can try a few others,” Bucky added, his voice deepened.

He pushed you back onto the bed, and aligned himself back up with you. He took your legs and made them wrap around his waist and finally pushed himself into you, a lot harder than before. He thought that maybe starting out slow wouldn’t be the right way to start, so if he started out rough and fast, you would get adjusted quicker.

And he was completely right. As he was pounding into you, he leaned to your face and kissed you, and you were moaning into his mouth. He kept going, skin slapping against skin. It was a sight too sinful to even exist.

He didn’t stop his speed for quite a while, maybe 15 minutes. And then you could feel his movements become irregular, his thrusts not in perfect rhythm. He was pushing his lips against yours harder and harder. His cock was twitching inside you and you could feel the vein on the underside twitching as well. He was gonna cum. You started moaning louder and louder, feeling your own buildup. And then you felt it. His white rope spilled inside of you, and it felt amazing.

You both took deep breaths before Bucky took himself out of you once again and settled on the other side of the bed.

“That… was… amazing.” Bucky sighed, taking deep breaths in between.

“I hope that’s not all you got, Sarge,” you said. “Because you look like you have more in you.”

“Of course I’m not done doll. I am the Winter Soldier after all.” Bucky said as you were settling into his lap. “I don’t stop until I finish my mission. I just thought you were done from the way your nails were digging into me.”

“Don’t you dare take your dick out of me until I beg you to stop,” you said, preparing for the endless rounds approaching.

It took awhile for your body to surrender to the Winter Soldier. Bucky didn’t let up on his speed. He was pounding into you the whole time. You rode on his lap. He stood up and pushed you against the window and pounded into you, doggy style. You could tell that was his favorite because he was riding into you like that for most of the time until you both ended up back on the bed again.

You were lying, back on the bed, while Bucky was pounding into you again.

“Arrghh,” Bucky groaned, having another orgasm.

“Wanna go for another round?” he asked once you, staring into your soul. But your body was worn out and you were in a daze, one that would take you a while to break out of. Bucky chuckled and took himself out of you.

“Well doll, I had fun,” Bucky said, cleaning himself up and putting his clothes on. “Whenever you are up for more, just knock on my door. You know where to find me. I’ll be more than happy if you do so. I got to go or else the team is going to get worried about what happened to me, so if you need help cleaning up, speak up now or forever hold your peace.”

There was silence for a few more seconds and Bucky finished getting ready to leave.

“Love ya doll,” Bucky said, placing a kiss on your forehead and leaving the door.

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bella-spil · 5 years ago

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Living Life in the Night

Summary: You have a race against Steve, Bucky and Natasha. But will romance be a bonus if you win?

Characters: Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Tony, Sam, Wanda, Peter. Characters that don’t have dialog: Shuri, Vision, Thor, Rhodey, Maria Hill, Fury, Aunt May.

Warnings: cursing, kissing. Nothing serious.

Word Count: 7.5k (sryyy)

Tag list: Lmk if you wanna join, I love when people wanna be tagged! @wednesday-add-em @sea040561 @angrythingstarlight @kmuir1

A/N: Sry I haven’t posted in a while. School and sports have been up my ass lately. I will only be able to post on weekends from now on. But I wanted to write this, and I hope you enjoy! Will be added to my Masterlist. Feedback is appreciated!

Being an Avenger meant a lot of things. For one it meant being a hero. It meant being a role model. Being a friend. It also meant being awesome and being a badass.

For you, that's what it meant. Being a badass. You didn’t have a superpower. You had a certain skill that the Avengers were looking for. You had a motorcycle. I know that doesn’t sound interesting, but you could do things that Bucky and Natasha couldn’t even do with it.

Your bike was a super bike and it had all the toys and kinks. Tony helped upgrade your bike whenever he invented something new, and you thanked god that he was able to trick out your bike. Your bike had a white paint job. Underneath the wheels, it had blue lighting, and inside the wheels themselves since they were hollow. And when you went super fast, they turned purple. You had sonic cannons attached at the sides of the wheel. You could go supersonic once you went fast enough. And Supersonic was your superhero name. And you had a black helmet to match.

Whenever duty called, you would get on your bike in a cute outfit. You would wear a white crop top, covered by a black, leather jacket. You had black leggings with thigh holsters on your left thigh. You always wore chains around your neck, giving you a “don’t mess with me” vibe. And everyone at the Compound knew not to mess with you.

Except for one person. Mr. James Buchanan Barnes. Oh he loves to mess with you. When you first met him, he seemed quiet but friendly. But once you went on more and more missions together, you found that to be completely wrong. He was a goofball. And you were slowly developing a crush on the super soldier. But for now you were just friends.

One time while on a mission, you and him were on your bikes, side by side. He was messing with you while you were trying to focus on the road, causing you to almost run into a tree. He was laughing his ass off while you were turning red and screaming your lungs out at him. But overall, you had grown fond of the Winter Soldier.

This morning, he proved to be a real prick. He walked into the dining room while you were eating your cereal and talking with Sam, Nat and Steve. But you almost choked on your cereal when he walked in. He was shirtless and in grey sweatpants. And your eyes dragged on him. They raked on his abs, pecks, biceps and thighs. And you checked out his pants to see if he was packing, and he was. You could pick out an outline and it made your mouth water a little bit. And it wasn’t helping that his hair was messy.

“You like what you see, doll?” Bucky asked, giving you a smirk the devil would be jealous of.

“Shut up,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

Steve was blushing uncontrollably, Sam was raising his eyebrows, giving you a look while Nat was winking at you.

“What were you guys talking about before I ‘distracted’ you?” Bucky asked.

“We were talking about the upcoming mission,” Steve answered. “The one in NYC.”

“Yeah, me, Steve and Y/N were planning on taking our bikes,” Nat said.

“Yeah, are you gonna?” Sam asked Bucky. Bucky nodded while he was getting his breakfast ready.

“So the four of us are taking our bikes while Sam is gonna fly?” you asked.

“Yeah, that's the game plan. Intel suggests that Romlow is having a weapons cargo moving out tomorrow night. So Sam is going to give us a view from the sky while Nat, Bucky, you and I will be on the ground.” Steve answered again.

“Ok well which of you is the best?” Sam asked.

“Best what, pigeon?” Bucky asked.

“The best rider, obviously,” Sam sighed. The four of you looked at each other. You didn’t want to be rude and say yourself, but you didn’t want to say the other three because that would be lying.

“Me,” Bucky answered.

You and Nat looked at each other and busted out laughing. You were laughing into each other's shoulders, and Sam joined in, howling along with you two. Steve just sighed while Bucky rolled his eyes.

“You?” you asked, through tears. “Yeah, sorry pal, but no way.”

“Yeah buddy, it’s definitely not you,” Nat smiled.

“Oh yeah? Well then why don’t we have a race?” Bucky challenged.

“No, no. We have to focus on the mission.” Steve reasoned, but everyone was too interested in Bucky’s proposal.

“Yeah, tin can? And where exactly would we do that?” Sam asked.

“In NYC. Tonight. Before the mission.” Bucky grinned, looking at Steve as he finished his last sentence.

“Oh, if it means proving you wrong, I’m so for it,” you smiled.

“I'll do it, as long as Star Spangled Banner says it ok,” Nat teased.

Everyone looked across the table, to where Steve was sitting. He was deep in thought, his eyebrows clenching together, his hands pressed to his lips. He was staring at nothing, trying to list all of the pros and cons in his mind. Finally, with a long sigh, and everyone on the edge of their seats.

“Fine, we can do it.” Steve relented.

“You're gonna do it?” you asked, shocked.

“Well I have my bike, and I wanna have some fun once in a while.”

“The more the merrier,” Nat chuckled.

“Well to make things interesting, why don’t we all start here, in the parking lot?” you suggested. “Then we can go through the city, to the Brooklyn Bridge and finish in Brooklyn. We can finish at 569 Leaman Place.”

“That's you old house, Steve.” Bucky grinned, the memories of the 40′s and scrawny Steve slowly flowing back to him.

“Well, is there a specific route we have to take?” Steve asked.

“No, we can take whatever roads we want. Whatever we think is the quickest way, we go. Nobody has to stay on the same road as another person if they don’t want to.”

“Oh I see what you're saying,” Sam realized. “That sounds like fun. I could be the flag waver!”

“Sam, you would have to be in a bikini to do that,” Nat said, causing everyone to laugh.

“We could get Wanda to do it. She could also be the judge for who wins.” you smiled, coming up with tons of ideas in your mind for routes and tunnels and shortcuts to take.

“Ok, everyone. Get your bikes ready and fueled up. Y/N, get Wanda to do the flag.” Steve said.

Then everyone got up from the table. Everyone was quiet, trying to come up with streets and paths to take. You knew you were going to win. You had your bike. It could go supersonic for crying out loud. The other bikes couldn’t do that, and they didn’t say anything about you not doing it.

“This is going to be a piece of cake,” you grinned to yourself.

~~~

Before you knew it, it was time. You had gotten your bike ready and your outfit on. Your bike was oiled, gassed and shined, ready for a long, fun race. You were able to get Wanda to do it, after an hour of convincing. She even agreed to do it in a bikini.

You were waiting by the starting line, the beginning of the driveway leading out of the Compound when you heard Sam come over in his Falcon suit.

“Hey girl, how are you doing?” Sam asked.

“Ready as I'll ever be. Are you going to be watching us from the sky?”

“Yeah. Tony, Rhodey and Vision are going to as well. We are going to be like those sports commentators. We will be in your earpiece, letting you guys know where you all are at all times. Tony also set a GPS linking everyone's bikes, in case you don’t want to hear us talking.”

“Ok,” you nodded, letting the information sink into your head. “Is anyone else coming to watch?”

“Oh yeah,” Sam smiled. “Once Wanda waves the flag, she is going to the finish line to wait. She’s gonna bring Peter along with her, even though I said it was past his bedtime. Uhh… who else? Oh, Shuri is gonna be watching too. Fury, Hill-”

“Wait, Fury is watching?” you asked, your eyes bulging out of your head.

“That's what I said. Are you even listening?” Sam rolled his eyes. You hit him in the arm and he laughed. But then the sound of bikes increased in the background.

“They’re coming. Don’t tell them I told you anything about the people coming. Also, I bet money on you to win, so don’t screw this up.” Sam winked as he moved out of the way.

You smiled at him and started your bike. Blue immediately started glowing around your bike, like an aura. Blue flames erupted from the exhaust pipes and the engine roared to life. You loved the sounds that came from your bike. It was music to your ears.

Then Steve pulled up on your right, leaving a little room in between.

Steve was in his classic bike. His bike was called “Breakout,” made by Harley Davidson. It was a sleek navy, with some hints of patriotic blue and white popping out. His front headlight turned on, a bright, vintage yellow. Smoke came out from the exhaust pipe, and Steve was revving the bike again and again.

He was wearing a brown leather jacket with a pair of jeans and a blue button shirt. He had on a helmet, covered with red white and blue. Signature Captain America.

“Hey Y/N, you're going down,” Steve taunted. You stuck your tongue out at him and saw another bike pull up in between you and Steve.

It was Black Widow herself.

She was in her black and red catsuit, with her signature black widow belt. Instead of blue highlights along the sides of her outfit, they were neon red, more catchy and sexy, making her curves pop out even more. She had on a black and red helmet, and on the side there was a spray painted spider on the side.

Her bike was an electric model. It was all black, except for the inside of the wheels, which were lit up bright red. She looked sick!

She leaned up next to you and held out her fist, looking for a fist bump in return.

“We’re still friends right?” she asked.

“Depends on what place I come in,” you said, returning her fist pump and grinning. She smiled back at you and returned her focus to her bike, looking at the gauges and dials.

Then the final racer pulled up on your left. The one and only Bucky Barnes. And he looked hawt.

His bike looked special, even though you saw it before, it looked newer. He once told you on another mission that this was the only bike of its kind. It’s a modified Street 750. It was customized just for him. The bike had an all black paint job, with small silver finishes. Simple and sleek, just like him

He was wearing his signature red Henley and a pair of black sweatpants, very casual for a race. The shirt was hugging his muscles in all the right places, and it was hard for your eyes to settle on where to look. To everyone's surprise, he wasn’t wearing a helmet, probably to let his chestnut locks move with the wind. But he looked sexy, like a chill bike leader. One that doesn’t give a shit. His eyes were shining like the moon from the way the headlights of everyone's bikes reflected against them.

“Eat my dust, doll,” Bucky said, catching your attention.

You chuckled and replied, “Yeah, says the one that turned to dust. Why aren’t you wearing a helmet?”

“Well, if I am as good as I say, why would I need a helmet?” Bucky grinned.

You knew that he was challenging you again. You wanted to prove that you were better than him, and him not wearing a helmet was saying otherwise. So, you raised your hands to your head and removed your helmet, letting your hair fall to your shoulders and back. You let out a sigh as the constricting helmet was removed from you. You threw the helmet over to Sam, who was on the sidelines, waiting for the race to commence.

“I think you're gonna regret not wearing a helmet,” you said.

“We shall see about that,” Bucky grinned.

Once the chit chat subsided, Tony stepped in front of all of you in his iron man suit.

“Ok, racers, here are the rules. You can be on the same road as another racer for as long as you want. You can change roads and go on whatever path you want. Just don’t cause an accident or I’m gonna have either Fury or Ross on my ass, and then Pepper will be on my ass. Understand?”

You gave him a thumbs up and saw the others do the same.

Then Tony moved out of the way and a female, one you had to do a double take of, took Tony’s place. It was Wanda and she looked amazing. She was wearing a red bikini, one that showed a lot of skin. Her hair was flying along with the breeze, and the checkered flag in her left hand was doing the same. Her red stilettos were clicking the ground as she made her way over.

Tony, Sam, Rhodey, Thor, Peter and Vision were waiting on the side lines along with Fury. You assumed that Shuri and Hill would be at the finish, but only time would tell. Tony was covering Peter's eyes so he didn’t see Wanda, but Peter was still peeking, which caused you to laugh. Thor, Sam, Rhodey and Bucky were giving whistles and cheers for Wanda and you and Nat were screaming at the top of your lungs. Steve and Vision said nothing. Even though it was hard to tell, you figured that Steve was blushing underneath the helmet. Vision was looking at Wanda like she was a goddess. Fury, however, just sighed on the sidelines and closed his eyes.

“Ready, racers?” Wanda asked.

She was answered by a few thumbs up and the sound of revving engines.

“You got this Y/N!”

“Go Nat!”

“Beat them Steve!!”

“Make them eat your dust Bucky!”

You couldn’t tell who said what because you didn’t care and you needed to focus right now.

Then Wanda raised both of her hands. Her right hand was making numbers appear in the sky while the other holding the flag was waiting in the air.

“3,” the crowd shouted when the number showed in the air.

Everyone's engines were roaring. Adrenaline was rushing to your veins.

“2!”

Your heart was pounding from the excitement.

“1!”

Your hand was just waiting to rev the speed on your bike.

“GO!”

The race had begun. Engines were screaming. Smoke was leaving trails behind you, along with the cheers from your fellow avengers.

You, Bucky and Nat were doing wheelies while Steve wasn’t doing any tricks. Probably because he wanted to be safe.

Nat took the lead, followed by you, Bucky and then Steve taking the rear. You sped up, moving ahead of Nat. Now you had a small plan in your head. You wanted to get an early lead, so you didn’t have to worry about everyone else.

You turned your head around to see how far everyone was behind you. Bucky moved ahead of Nat and Steve was still in the back. You looked at the map on your bike's dash and saw that Bucky was slowly gaining up on you.

Now was the perfect time to lose them.

You pressed a small button on the right side of the steering. It was a small blue button, not special to the average rider but to you, it was a big deal. It was the supersonic button.

You pressed the button and sped through the street. Everything around you turned into a blur. Bright lights were leaving lines around you and the only noise filling your ears was your bike's motor. You looked behind you to see that your bike was leaving a purple trail, glowing as bright as a star, following your path.

Then your bike slowed down. The supersonic speed was subsiding. It would be able to be used later though. You just couldn’t use it more than twice or else the battery on your bike would run out and you would be dead last. You looked down at the map and saw that you were halfway to Manhattan.

“Yes,” you thought.

“Holy shit that was crazy.”

You flinched at the voice filling your ears, causing you to almost swerve off the road.

“Hey! Be careful!! It's me, Sam! I just wanted to see how you are doing!”

You remembered what Sam had said earlier about the earpiece being connected, and you let out a sigh.

“Give a girl a warning!” you shouted back.

“Sorry! But that was a killer move. You are about a mile ahead of everyone else.”

“Where is everyone else?” you asked, not wanted to take your eyes off the road, since there were more cars.

“Well if you want an answer, you are going to have to pay,” Sam teased.

“Now is not the time.” you grunted as you made a left turn.

As you made your turn, you slowed down and sped up, doing a small burnout. You heard honking behind you, since you blocked the other drivers’ point of views, causing you to laugh.

“That was a dick move,” Sam said.

“Answer my question, Sam.” you said, still laughing at your antics.

“Ok, well Bucky is still following your path. Steve and Nat went on a different road that is going to meet up with yours eventually. But you are so far ahead that it won’t affect you. Only Bucky. But Bucky is slowly catching up, but you are ahead of him.”

“How far ahead?” you asked as you were slowing down at a red light.

“If this red light is a long one, then he will be about a football field length away from you.” Sam answered.

As soon as he finished his sentence the light changed, and you weaved your way through the cars so that you were far ahead, not having to worry about traffic.

“You spoke too soon,” you mocked.

“Alright then. I’m gonna sign off for now-”

“Wait I have one more question!” you shouted.

“Oh, someone likes me. Ok ask away then, angel,” Sam said.

You were too preoccupied on the road to care about his stupid nickname so you just asked him the question.

“Can everyone else hear our conversion?”

“No, here's how it works. If either me, Tony, Wanda or Rhodey want to talk to you, it will be for only me and you to hear. It’s like a private connection, right Tony?”

You hear a muffled voice, definitely Tony’s, from your ear piece, as you were waiting for your answer.

“Yeah. It’s like a private connection.”

“Are you the only one that is allowed to talk to me? Like is it assigned that you talk to me?” you asked.

“Yes and no.” Sam began. “I can talk to anyone else, but I bet on you to win, so I have to be your coach. But Tony said if I wanna annoy Bucky I can.”

You laughed and took in everything around you. The stars were shining in the sky. And in the distance, very faintly, you could see the bright lights of NYC.

“Alright, you good now Y/N?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, next time, give me a warning,” you said.

“Alright, Falcon out,” he said, and he signed off.

As you were driving, you realized how quiet it was, except for the other cars. You needed music. So you looked at your dash and put on your playlist. It had a mix of different genres and artists, and you loved the variety. It also was the perfect playlist for the mood you were in and what was going on right now.

As you turned the corner to get on the highway, “Deep” by Summer Walker started playing. You let out a sigh and felt your nerves uncoil and relax. So far, nothing was stopping you from winning. Nobody was near you, you were in the lead, and you felt great.

You were heading to the Tappan Zee Bridge, or the Cuomo Bridge as it is now called. But you liked Tappan Zee better, that's what you called it since you were little. It goes over the Hudson river into Tarrytown. And it's only 25 miles away from Midtown Manhattan. So you should be able to get to Manhattan in about 45 minutes. You had been on the road for about an hour now, so this was pretty quick, considering there was no traffic.

But then as you started headed up on the bridge, you saw that more and more cars were on the bridge. It was traffic.

“Shit,” you said to yourself.

Then you heard a familiar sound. It sounded like a bike.

“No, no no no no no no no,” you said, panicking.

“Ok Y/N it's Tony, I can help, Sam is busy annoying Bucky right now so I’m taking his place.”

“Jesus Christ, warn me!” you shouted.

“No time, just let me help.”

“Ok what do I do and who is behind me?” you asked.

“Steve is behind you and just weave your way through the cars. Then once you get off the bridge, you can take the highway to a secret tunnel. It should lead you to the Garment District.”

“Are you talking about Lincoln Tunnel?”

“No I am not. After the Lincoln Tunnel, there is a blocked off tunnel. It should take you right to 42nd Street.” Tony sighed.

You rolled your eyes as you saw Steve passed you. He wasn’t going fast because of the traffic, so you could catch up to him, you just needed to use your skills.

“Wait Tony, how did he get ahead of Natasha and Bucky?” you asked.

“Well, while he was with Nat, he went on a different road and got him here quicker, passing Bucky.”

“What’s the lineup?”

“Just look at your dash, you dummy. I put it there for a reason.” Tony scoffed.

“Well, if you can see me, you can see that if I wanna get out of the traffic and win. I need to keep my eyes on the road, you Coca-Cola can.” you ranted.

There was a period of silence. You could tell Tony was defeated at this point, so you smirked happily.

“Touche. Bucky is in last, Nat is in third and you know the rest,” Tony answered.

“Alright, Y/N out.” you said. Now you had to get ahead of Cap.

You were weaving through the cars at high speeds, all while the song ‘Tadow’ by Masego was playing. It was a calming song for a high pressure moment like this.

You were starting to gain up on Steve, but you had no clue he had a button that let him go fast. It wasn’t like yours, but it could go fast. He used it once all the cars were out of the way, and while you were getting through them. You were off the bridge before you realized that Steve was far ahead. You mentally cursed at yourself and kept your eyes on the road.

You revved the bike and switched gears as the song changed to “Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande. The bike emitted blue flames and you went into a wheelie to catch up. You looked down at the dash and saw that you were gaining up on Captain America, much to your relief and satisfaction. But as you looked down, you saw that Bucky was almost off the bridge, in a close pursuit by Natasha. You had to pick up the speed or you would become roadkill.

The sign ahead showed that the Lincoln Tunnel was a half a mile away. You prayed to god that Tony was right, or you would kill him later.

You were soon able to catch up to Steve. His helmet was very easy to spot among all the cars, and his engine was very loud.

Then, you saw Steve take the Lincoln Tunnel, and you decided to listen to Tony and take that secret tunnel. You had to wait for a little bit, but then you saw the blocked off road, and a little ramp that you could use to jump over it.

You weaved through the cars so that you just had to go a little off the road to approach the ramp. As you were gaining speed you could hear cars honking at you, as if you were crazy and not paying attention. But you were crazy.

You were going as fast as the bike would allow and flew up the ramp. It felt euphoric as you were soaring through the air. As you were gliding through the air, you went into a superman like position with your hands still on the steering. But for a split second, you took your hands off, just to feel what it was like to fly. As soon as you did, the climax of the song was playing, and you felt the best you had ever felt. Your hair was in the breeze of the wind. You smiled and shouted at the top of your lungs. You truly did feel like a dangerous woman.

Then, as quick as the feeling had come, you had to prepare for landing. You got your hands back on your bike and positioned yourself for impact. You landed on the road with a thud and now you had an entire tunnel to yourself. You checked the map and saw Tony was right, and that Natasha and Bucky had followed Steve. Thankfully.

The dash showed information on the tunnel, saying that it was a draft of the Lincoln Tunnel, but due to WWII, they had to stop construction, even though it was built. The public just couldn't use it yet. And then it became lost in time, completely forgotten about.

The tunnel was dimly lit. Soft yellow was illuminating the walls, showing all the artwork and graffiti. It was beautiful. “Forever” by Labrinth started playing, and you felt like the main character in your own movie. You shouted at the top of your lungs to hear your echo, and it sounded so out of this world. You sang along with the song, and with the echos, it was like you were in a church, hearing every small detail of the song.

You revved up your bike again and did some tricks. Since you weren’t on a highway, now was the perfect time to have some fun.

You performed one of your favorite tricks, a standing up wheelie. This was one of the hardest tricks in the book, but because it was you, it was as simple as walking. Next you did a “Duane” which is when you put both of your legs to one side of the bike, and then jump up and switch sides.

Then you saw that a tight turn was approaching. Now was the time to do a trick the Winter Soldier had taught you. Bucky told you he had done it with his left hand while on the run from Black Panther in Romania. It was a very hard trick to accomplish. For Bucky it was easy since he had a cybernetic arm. But you were able to get it after a few weeks.

You had to make a tight right turn, and you performed a hand drag. And then you were speeding up the tunnel again. “For the Night” by Pop Smoke started playing once you rounded the turn. You swayed your head to the rhythm, feeling your hair swish and sway along with it.

As you looked ahead, you saw multiple colored lights at the end of the tunnel. 42nd street was close. You could smell the city at this point. You checked the map once again and saw that Natasha had taken the lead out of Steve and Bucky. She was almost at the end of the tunnel and almost on 34th street. That street was just ahead of 42nd, so you had to get on the street before she had the opportunity to gain mileage.

“Any Way You Want It” by Journey had started to play and you felt your inner 80′s girl coming out. You shrieked like a banshee along with the song. Then a big truck had entered the road from 8th Avenue, blocking where you needed to go. You needed to get to Broadway, which allowed you to get to the Brooklyn Bridge without changing streets.

So you leaned to the left and did a trick that Natasha did. When Ultron was on the run in South Korea. You slid underneath the truck and almost caused a car accident. The car behind you, once you got out underneath the truck, wasn’t expecting you and didn’t see you. So they almost turned off the road and onto the sidewalk.

People on the sidewalk saw your move and cheered for you. Some cars even honked for you. It felt rewarding, but you knew winning would feel even better.

Then you were gliding through Broadway, going at top speeds while gliding through the traffic. Your music was so loud that you didn’t hear the constant honking from taxi drivers.

Then, once you thought you had a secure position, you saw red lights pull up next to you. Natasha Romanoff had entered the party, blasting the song “Black Widow” by Iggy Azalea. She looked over at you and sped up Broadway, looking to take the lead. You looked down at your dash, looking for any sort of short cut, but you also saw that Bucky was taking the West Side Highway, probably to 14th street. Steve was following Bucky as well. But you also saw that Sam was on your dash, looking to call you. You took your left hand off the steering and pressed the button to call Sam.

“Y/N! I have been trying to call you for the past 15 minutes!” Sam shouted.

“Oh sorry,” you said, sheepishly, and you realized that “This is America” by Childish Gambino was starting.

“Ok I can help. Take Broadway all the way down. I know Natasha well and she is going to go all the way straight. Not down Broadway though. She is going to go by East Houston and stay on that road.” “How do you know this?” you asked, confused.

“Oh I heard Rhodey talking to Natasha and giving her advice for how to shake her off of you. But I know that what he said is the wrong choice. I’m closer to the skyline than he is. I see that where he told her to go has more traffic, and you have a clean shot, unless Bucky catches up to you. He is gaining up on you.”

“How is Manchurian Candidate ganging up on me?”

“He took the West Side Highway all the way down. He is almost at the bridge, but right now he is in traffic. The traffic is starting to clear up, so I would hurry up.”

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” you huffed, as you turned to keep going down Broadway.

You did a wheelie up the road. You were able to go through a few red lights as Sam was informing you of where Natasha and Bucky were. After a while, and as the song “Eleven” by Khalid and Summer Walker, Sam told you to turn left, leading you right to the Brooklyn Bridge.

As you were turning left, you saw a motorcycle go through their light and zooming up the road.

“Bucky,” you and Sam said. Then you gripped the handle of your bike and sped after him. He had a good lead on you, but you could catch up to him. It wasn’t that hard.

You were swerving through the taxis and cars as you tried to gain up on the Winter Soldier, but he was a good driver. You hated to admit it and you internally punched yourself.

You approached the Brooklyn Bridge and you had to admit, the view of the city skyline and the Bridge itself was so spectacular. It was so much better in person. And with the “Eleven” playing, it made everything even better. You had watched the music video of the song, and it reminded you of this moment, racing against the person you cared about so much. All of the bright lights and cars.

As you were getting off the bridge, you had caught up to Bucky Barnes. To say you were enraged that he had been ahead of you for this long was an understatement. You were on fire, your anger consuming you.

Then the two of you had to slow down because of a red light. And you were right next to each other. You looked over at him and saw him giving you a sexy as fuck grin. You tried your hardest not to moan. But you let out a quiet moan and bit your lip. You prayed to god that the moan was blocked out by the sounds of honking and engines.

“You good there doll?” Bucky asked, bringing you back to the real world.

“Oh yeah. Are you ready to eat my dust?” you challenged.

“Well I have been ahead of you for this long. I just need to keep the lead a little bit longer and I will be the winner. It will go down in the history books. ‘Bucky Barnes beats Supersonic.’” he said, putting his hands up in the air.

“Well, you will never get the chance, Sarge,” you said as the light changed green and you raced up the street. Bucky grinned and followed your pursuit.

You guys were neck and neck the rest of the way. Your music was doing it’s best to calm your nerves down. But not much. When you were racing against Bucky, who was your crush and annoying the living daylights out of you, it was very hard. You saw how angelic his hair looked in the wind, how his eyes caught the lights of the cars just right, to make his eyes look like galaxies. Then you and the Winter Soldier approached another red light. You looked at your dash and saw that this was the final red light before you reached the finish line.

“So doll I was thinking,” Bucky started once he pulled up beside you.

“Oh no,” you said.

“If I win, what do I get from you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I see how you look at me. And Natasha told me you have a small crush on me.”

Damn Natasha, that two faced liar. No wonder she was the best spy, she was good at everything. You told her that while you were drunk, entrusting her during a vulnerable moment.

“Don’t get mad Y/N. She told me because she wants me to make a move on you.” Bucky said, trying to calm you down.

“Why?”

“Because, doll. I like you too.” Bucky said, giving you his most genuine smile and a wink.

And just as he finished his sentence, the lights changed to green he sped off into the streets of Brooklyn.

You followed him, but you had to think for a moment about what just happened.

Natasha went behind your back and told your crush you liked him. This was a good thing, because he liked you too. But you still were annoyed at Natasha because you trusted her. You would yell at her later, now you had to focus on beating the Winter Soldier.

He was a few cars ahead of you and he had a straight shot to the finish, since there were no cars ahead of him. You maneuvered your way through the cars for a little bit until you were side by side with Bucky again.

“Good to see ya again,” Bucky said while driving.

“I'll see ya at the finish line, James,” you said, pressing your supersonic button once more to secure your spot to victory, all while the song “Living Life, In The Night” by Cheriimoya and Sierra Kidd was blasting at full volume.

You knew that calling him James was something special to him and only Steve called him, so you had done it intentionally for two reasons. A: to get him distracted and win. B: to let him know that you were going to be with him till the end of the line. And that you loved him.

Even though you never said I love you to him, he knew that when you called him James, it meant everything and more. He was over the moon and was willing to let you win. Sadly.

You sped up the street. You felt like Quicksilver, going so fast that the world around you is moving in slow motion. Your bike was leaving blueish purple trails, that looked like something from a sci-fi movie.

As you started to slow down, you saw all of your fellow avengers waiting on the side of the road. Wanda wasn’t wearing her bikini anymore. Instead she was wearing a blood red leather jacket and pajamas underneath. Vision was snuggling with her, and they looked so adorable, they made you want to squeal like a 5 year old on Christmas morning. Tony was chilling on the roof with Rhodey and Thor, eating donuts and listening to AC/DC. Shuri, Peter and Sam were making a TikTok on the sidewalk, being watched by Aunt May, Hill and Fury. Once they all saw you coming, they all jumped up and down and screamed at the top of their lungs, except for Fury. He shows his excitement without screaming.

You passed the apartment and performed a couple of donuts, leaving trails of smoke in your wake. You screamed at the top of your lungs at your victory, along with the cheers of everyone else.

Once you got off your bike, you headed over to everyone, but before you could get over there, Sam ran up to you and picked you up and spun around in circles.

“YES Y/N!!! YOU FUCKING DID IT!!! THAT'S MY GIRL!!! I AM GONNA BE RICH!!!!” Sam screamed. You laughed in his arms as he spun you around like a merry-go-round.

Once he put you down, Peter and Shuri came over and told you how happy they were that you won. Then they went over to look at your bike while you went over to everyone else.

After a few minutes, Bucky pulled up and everyone cheered for him. Then Nat followed, and Steve pulled up a little bit later.

“Everyone shush!” Tony screamed, getting everyone to shut up.

“Now we all know who the best rider is. Whoever thought otherwise, give your money to Y/N to hold to.”

Vision, Thor, Rhodey, Hill, Peter and Shuri stepped forward and handed you a chunk of cash.

“Tony you bet against her too, same with you Fury!” Sam shouted. Tony and Fury took a long sigh and stepped forward. Fury put 10 bucks in your hand while Tony stepped up and had to pull out his wallet. He counted up the hundreds and placed them in your hand.

“Tony, how much did you bet?” you asked.

“I bet on Bucky.” he said, giving a death glare to the Super Soldier.

“How much?” you asked again.

“$10,000,” Tony said as if it was nothing.

“Holy shit Tony!” you said, completely taken aback. “You should always bet on me!”

“Yeah Tony,” Wanda said, mocking Tony and high fiving Sam. Clearly they were the only two that bet for you, and you were happy that you gave them a high five and handed them the money. Tony walked away in a huff, returning to his rooftop and donuts.

“You guys have to split it,” you reminded them.

“We know Y/N,” Wanda said. “Sam, how much did everyone bet?”

“Ok for Bucky, Thor bet 50 bucks. Shuri bet $200 and we all know about Tony.” Sam said, causing everyone to chuckle.

“For Natasha, Peter bet $20, Fury bet $10 and May bet 100 bucks.”

“Not bad,” Natasha muttered.

“And last but not least, Steve Rogers. Vision bet $100, Rhodey bet 50 bucks and Hill bet 20.”

“Ok, I’ll take it,” Steve said.

Once the money was settled between Wanda and Sam, everyone was talking in small groups. Leaving you and Natasha.

“We are still friends right?” she asked with a devilish smirk on her face.

“Now I know why you said that. Why would you tell him?” you asked, exasperated.

“Well, did it work?” she asked, still grinning.

You looked down at the ground, realizing she had the upper hand. She always did.

“Yes,” you said sheepishly.

“Ahhh. Now, you shouldn’t be mad. If anything, you should be thanking me,” Nat smiled.

“Thanks Nat,” you said, trying to look mad, but your happiness was getting in the way, so you tried to conceal it in a hug, which she happily returned.

As you were getting a drink of water, which Tony supplied, you saw Bucky in an alleyway. Probably to take a break from the crowd. He was looking at you, in a way you had never seen before. You had taken it as your cue to walk over to him.

“So, how did you like my dust?” you smiled.

Bucky smirked at you and stepped forward. You never realized how tall he was until he was inches away from your lips.

“You never answered my question before.” he said, his voice low, gravely and sexy. It did things to you that you never knew a voice could.

“Well there wasn’t enough time,” you tried to counter, but your voice was barely a whisper.

“Now we have time, sugar.”

“Well what do you want, Bucky?”

“You,”

Your heart swelled and without thinking you leaned into him for a kiss. One that poured all your feelings for him in ways that words never could. Bucky was frozen for a second, having to process that you were kissing him. But once everything in his mind clicked, he leaned in even more.

You were both out of breath by the time your lips parted. And once the realization that you kissed settled in, you were both blushing insanely and giggling.

“GUYS I GOT THAT ON CAMERA!!!!”

Bucky and you turned around to see Sam holding his phone, with the flash on and facing you and Bucky. And Peter was right behind him.

“Oh no,” you said, and Bucky wasted no time running after the two of them. He ran after Sam because he held the phone and let Peter slip away and Peter ran to you.

“I am so sorry Y/N! I told him not to but he wouldn’t listen to me! Tony bet him $10,000 to record you two kissing! I didn’t think he would do it but he did and I had nothing to do with it so please don't tell Bucky to kill me!” Peter blabbered.

You didn’t care, you just put your hand on his shoulder and smiled.

“No, I won’t tell him to kill you. And now I have a video to relive my first kiss with Bucky. So, don’t tell Sam or Bucky I said thank you, but thank you.”

“I won’t. Your secret is safe with me.”

“And me,” Steve said, along with Nat, appearing out of thin air. Then you and the three of them looked into the street, still watching Sam running away from Bucky, watching Bucky cursing at him while carrying a small pocket knife.

“How long do you guys think this will go on for?” you asked.

“An hour.” Steve said without hesitation.

“Agreed,” Nat said.

“Well, we can steal Sam’s money for fun,” you said.

The three of them gave you a look, like you had three heads.

“I’m down, I mean it’s your night, you got a boyfriend and you won. You deserve that money.” Nat said.

“You guys down?” you asked Steve and Peter.

“I think I’m just going to eat donuts with Mr. Stark, War Machine and Thor,” Peter said. “Congrats Y/N!”

“Yeah I think I have to watch the two of them before Bucky rips his head off,” Steve said, going into a light jog to follow them

“Well, are you ready to get rich?” Nat said, smirking and getting ready for the second mission of the night.

“What about tomorrow's mission?” you asked.

“I think I can handle Rogers.” Nat assured you.

“Well then what are we waiting for?”

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bella-spil · 5 years ago

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Hi guys!! I have had a really busy schedule so I don’t have a lot of time to post. I can only use Tumblr on weekends now with school starting. I will try to post one thing every weekend, but if I don’t, you have every right to be upset.

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bella-spil · 5 years ago

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Fall In Line

Yours and Natasha’s story about how you escaped H.Y.D.R.A.

Warnings:mentions of violence, violence, abuse, ANGST, small amount of fluff, Natasha being a funny but annoying badass. And You kicking some serious ASSSS.

Word Count: 3.5k

Taglist: (Lmk if you wanna join!) @wednesday-add-em @angrythingstarlight @sea040561 @kmuir1

A/N: first time writing for Natasha Romanoff, lmk how I did. Feedback is appreciated! And this is based on the song “Fall In Line” by Christina Aguilera feat. Demi Lovato(I get chills everytime I hear the song, its so fucking good). Btw, in the story the lyrics r a bit out of order, to fit with the story better, so don't get pissed at me😬

Little girls, listen closely

'Cause no one told me

But you deserve to know

That in this world, you are not beholden

The smell of wild flowers filled the air. Sunshine poured on your soft skin. Your long, beautiful hair was swaying in the light breeze. And your smile was contagious, so much so that your friend was grinning with you.

You and Natasha were sitting in a field, watching the white, fluffy clouds make shapes to be determined by your imagination. You were putting daisies and dandelions in each other's hair. You were both having such a fun time together. You and Natasha were laughing and smiling so much that you were leaning on each other for support, and comfort.

You and Natasha lived in an orphanage in Russia together. You met when you were about three years old, and now, the two of you now were about six. And you had become friends so quickly and had become so inseparable that you both would scream till the caretaker’s ears bled. And they were forced to keep you two together. The orphanage was so overcrowded that two little girls running out into a field was the least of their concerns. Besides, the two of you liked a little fun now and then.

As you were giggling and fooling around in the field, you never noticed two peculiar men sneaking up on you. They wore black pants, black boots and black shirts, so they looked like living shadows. And they had scary masks from a horror movie covering their faces. And they were both carrying heavy rifles in their hands, making them look all the more terrifying.

Their steps were muffled by the sounds of children laughing, the perfect opportunity to take you both away. They grabbed you and Natasha. You were both clinging onto the flowers in your hands, shaking and trembling with fear. The air wasn’t so happy and cheerful anymore and the sky turned a somber gray.

Natasha and you were screaming your hearts out, like your lives depended on it, and sadly, they did. You kicked and punched as hard as you could, but nothing you did was affecting the man holding you in his arms. Natasha was screaming your name, as if you could do something mindblowing to help one another, but it was useless. And soon the field of flowers and sunny skies became a distant, almost forgotten memory.

~~~

All the youth in the world will not save you from growing older

And all the truth in the girl is too precious to be stolen from her

It's just the way it is

Maybe it's never gonna change

Days turns into months. Months turned into years. You barely had a concept of time anymore. You barely realized that you had physically changed. You weren't a six year old orphan anymore. You were an adult, trained assassin, working for the most feared organization in the world: H.Y.D.R.A.

As was your friend, Natasha, but you haven’t talked to her since you were kids. The place had a rule for no prisoners to talk to one another. When you were in your first years of training you would smile at one another if you happened to pass one another in the dark and gloomy hallways. Now, you guys didn’t even bother to look up from the floors.

Unbeknownst to you, H.Y.D.R.A. was making you a killing machine. You never questioned what the guards did to you, since you knew it would come at a severe punishment. You learned a lot of things while training. You were now fluent in Russian. Since you were a girl when they first found you, you didn’t fully understand the language yet, but now, you knew every single word in the language. You were also fluent in English, Romanian, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, and Latin.

You learned basic and advanced hand to hand combat skills. And you were trained by the best in the business. The Soldat. The Winter Soldier. The man lost in time. He trained you in what the guards called “The Red Room.” The Soldier trained you in hand to hand combat, firearms, other weapons and other special necessities for missions. He did his job well, and he transformed you.

But Natasha became what they wanted her to be quicker than you. H.Y.D.R.A. dubbed her the first “Black Widow,” with you second. You and Natasha would spar against each other, but you barely recognized the fact that you used to be friends. That past, at least you thought, would never come back.

You did go on missions together, but only 5 times out of all the countless missions you went on. But most of your missions were solo, easier for you to concentrate on your target. And sometimes you were accompanied by the legendary Winter Soldier, only if H.Y.D.R.A. didn’t think you would be able to handle it on your own, or with Natasha. And you never failed a mission once, since you knew what would happen if you did.

You do not owe them

Your body and your soul

Two, three

Right, two, three

Shut your mouth

Stick your ass out for me (oh)

March, two, three

One, two, three

Who told you you're allowed to think? (yeah)

You were lying in your cot, staring at the oh so entertaining ceiling, memorising the cracks and ridges that only few would spot the details of. Your hair was splayed out on your pillow. You were wearing pajamas, although they really weren’t, you just called them that. They were gray, or maybe a camo-like green?, but you couldn’t really tell from the light hanging over your cell. Your cell was a gate, on all four sides, allowing for privacy whatsoever, and allowing the guards constant surveillance. As if the cameras watching your every move weren't enough. There were even signs on the outside of your cell that said “Cells are under constant video/audio surveillance,” making it feel as if there were millions of eyes on you.

You barely paid attention as you were taken out of your cell and into a training room. Two soldiers escorted you on the way there. You changed your clothes in your normal mission outfit. It was a leather leotard, with an ammo belt and a knife holster. You were also covered by a leather jacket, also holding tons of more weapons inside. And you had a gun holster on your thigh, giving you a sexy yet deadly appearance.

Your feet shuffled on the ground as you made your way to a special room. One you had never been in before. But your eyes were glued to the floor, even though you couldn’t see the door in front of you, you had memorised the floorplan of the building, so you always knew where you were. But now it is different.

Cameras were covering the room. There were cameras on stands, tables, walls. Everywhere. There was a white wall behind you, probably for you to stand in front of. You guessed they were going to have you film something. Maybe a weapons demonstration or a fighting video. The lights on the ceiling were so bright, that they made your eyes stay glued to the floor even more.

But before you could even comprehend what was going on, the soldiers standing on either side of you now turned you. Now, you were facing the soldier to the right while your back was facing the soldier on your left.

The soldier on your right had applied pressure to your gut, making you stick your ass out at the soldier behind you. Your arms were just lying there beside you, but the soldier behind you had now changed that. He grabbed your elbows, backing you arch your back even more. Your arms were in an “L” shape, the soldier holding them not loosening his grip on them. Then the soldier in front you made one final move. Since your head was looking at the floor still, he roughly grabbed your chin, making your eyes move from the ground to his spooky mask.

Then, in one swift motion, both of the guards had turned you back to the cameras. Your eyes looked down once more, before eyeing the camera right in front of you. Your eyes, clouded with numbness, looked blankly at the cameras in the room, watching your every move.

Then, the guard on your left gave you a gun. A loaded 22-Magnum. Then he pointed to the left side of the room, where there was a giant bullseye, waiting for you to put bullet holes in it. The guard on your left did that same thing, handing you another pistol and pointing to another target, this time on his side. Then they both moved out of the way for you to do your thing.

You made sure they were both out of the way before you started shooting your intended targets. A thought crossed your head, that you should just shoot the guards and make a run for it. But, many cons floated into your head at the same time. For starters, there were more guards in the building so you wouldn’t stand a chance alone. Two, you would most certainly need help, but with Natasha a prisoner as well, you would need to plan a way for you to get her and yourself out of there safely.

As soon as your thoughts evaporated out from your skull, you imagined the targets as the soldiers, wishing that you could just escape from this hellhole.

Your precision is unmatched. Only one person could rival you: Natasha. Only one person outmatched you: The Winter Soldier. But you were on top right now. You didn’t even have to look at the targets to get a perfect bullseye on both sides. Your anger was rising in you as you imagined taking down all of H.Y.D.R.A. Your determination was showing as you paid more attention to your aim, making sure you wouldn’t miss one shot. Cause you would mentally hurt yourself, saying you were trained for this and that you shouldn’t miss even one. But you would all be physically hurt, by H.Y.D.R.A.

Then you did a superb move, one that would make even the Soldat envy you. You tossed both guns behind your back, timing the throw so that you could catch both guns with ease, and you spun around in a circle, your left foot pivoting like a ballerina. (Fun fact: you also trained in ballet when you were younger. The people training you said that it would make you more limber, flexible, and a harder opponent.) You were being recorded, so you wanted to show H.Y.D.R.A. who exactly they were messing with. You caught the gun tossed by your right hand and it held it in your left and vice versa. You got down on your left knee and crossed your arms in front of you, pointing the weapons at the targets once more. You aimed and fired, and you could hear a pin drop after the sounds of gunfire and the smell of ammo subsided.

You looked to your left and right and were pleased with the results. You didn’t look for long though, you knew you were so good and you didn’t need proof. You blew the smoke coming out of the guns, trying to look like a badass, and it just got the guards agitated that you were wasting time. So they took the guns away from you before you did something, and carried you back to your cell. And you began hatching a plan in your head, one to save yourself and your friend.

~~~

Show some skin, make him want you

'Cause God forbid you

Know your own way home

And ask yourself why it matters

Who it flatters

You're more than flesh and bones

Natasha found herself in the same room as you. Hours later though. She was training against some pewny soldiers, so she was pretty bored and unimpressed the whole time. Her red hair was straightened, up to her shoulders, and split down the middle. She was wearing her signature black catsuit, the one that had tasers attached to the cuffs of her wrists and the one that made her look super curvy and sexy.

The guards did the same things they did to your body. But once they were finished, they didn’t give her guns or targets. They gave her dummies to fight against, to show off her hand-to-hand combat skills for the cameras.

Natasha liked to have fun, a lot more than you did. It was her idea to go out to that field all those years ago. And she still had fun while she was being trained to be an deadly assassin.

Her type of fun was to tease the soldiers. Not with words, no. With movements, physical gestures. Nothing too serious though. It was often biting her lip while trying to find the eyes underneath those masks. Or batting her eyelashes, sticking her hips out, whatever she wanted.

The guards put up with it, mostly because they liked when she did this and it was something that they could get used to. But they would never tell.

Today was a little different though. As she was preparing her tasers and grabbing a pocket knife from her holster, she made noises, explicit noises. When she was getting her knife, she made it seem as if it was stuck in its holster. So she moaned, quite loudly, just enough to get the guards attention but quiet enough so that the cameras didn’t pick it up. She also made one final move before giving the ok. She lowered the zipper, the one that exposed her breasts. She lowered it just enough to be eye catching, but not so revealing.

She got the satisfaction she was hoping for, much to her pleasure. She caught the guards tilt their heads just a bit, not to be noticed by a normal person. But when you work for H.Y.D.R.A., nothing ever goes by unnoticed, especially by Natasha.

She smirked as she delivered blow after blow to the punching bags, tasing them, kicking them, doing whatever she could to impress the people that would be watching her in the future. She grunted and groaned as she moved, getting some frustration out of her system. One punch sent the dummy flying across the room. That was definitely enough to leave a mark. So, once the guards saw that she stopped moving, they took her back to her cell, just like you. Natasha had all her fun for today, or so she thought.

~~~

It's just the way it is

Maybe it's never gonna change

But I got a mind to show my strength

And I got a right to speak my mind

Later that night, a plan had formed in your head. And now was the perfect time to strike.

You had gotten up to use the bathroom, accompanied by one guard, not two this time. He opened your cell gate for you and followed you inside. Normally guards let you walk into your cell by yourself. But as soon as he entered, you knew what he was doing, and now was the time to set your plan in motion.

He pushed your shoulders back, making you sit on your bed. You sat down on your cot, pretending to be oblivious to his intentions. He hovered over you for a couple of seconds, before slowly moving closer and closer to you.

You were in chains, chains that were handcuffs to your wrists and feet, attached by a long chain down the middle. Giving him the perfect opportunity to show you who is boss.

He started to lean closer to you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, but now it was your turn to be in control. You elbowed him on his side and then punched him in the stomach. He had his mask on, so you couldn't hit him in the face, to your disappointment. Then you stood up and kneed him in the groin. He fell to the ground, allowing you to straddle his hips. You did so and strangled him. With both of your hands. His body flinched for a couple more seconds and then he fell limp in your grip. You quickly made your way off of him and grabbed his key card, to help move around the building more carefully. By now, the guards watching the cameras saw you and sent more soldiers down to put you in your place.

But you headed to get your outfit, getting ready to fight the battle ahead. With one last cock of your 22-Magnum, to show it was loaded, you headed out, ready to save you and your friend.

~~~

It's just the way it is

Maybe it's never gonna change

But I got a mind to show my strength

And I got a right to speak my mind

And I'm gonna pay for this

They're gonna burn me at the stake

But I got a fire in my veins

I wasn't made to fall in line

I wasn't made to leave my fate

I'm never gonna fall in line, oh

Natasha had no clue what was going on. She was just going to the bathroom. In her catsuit, in chains identical to yours, accompanied by one guard. As she was walking down the hallway back to her cell, she heard footsteps behind her. Not from the guard, but they sounded like heels, silentos to be exact. “Y/N,” she thought. As she heard your steps get louder, she knew what was going to happen. She cracked her knuckles, letting you know she was ready.

You walked closer to Natasha, and it was show time. Natasha elbowed the guard in the stomach and he doubled over in pain. As he was clutching his stomach, you stole the taser he had in his pocket and used it on him. He fell to the ground and was knocked out cold.

As soon as you used the taser on him, you took the keys from the previous guard and used one of the keys to unlock Natasha from her cuffs.

You guys just had to walk a little bit further and then you were free. Free from this hellhole. Free from this life of torture and killing and suffering. Now the two of you could actually live.

All the guards H.Y.D.R.A. had in the building had gone up against you, so there was nobody left to fight. And it made it easier and faster to escape.

You found a ladder leading up to an entrance in the ceiling. A not so secret entrance. Natasha headed up the ladder first and you were close behind. But as she disappeared from the ladder, you gave one last look at the hallway. At the memories you had here. You were a completely different person than when you first came here. You were a child. Now, you are a young adult. Now you were free, not an assassin who wasn’t able to choose when to kill. Now you were free, with your best friend by your side.

But you had one thought, almost preventing you from being happy about your new life. The Soldat. He was still here, still being tortured, abused, being a living science experiment. You felt bad for him. You knew he was being made into a killing machine for decades now, and it pained you to think if that was you. You would probably give up fighting the Winter Soldier mentality and just kill yourself. To see him fight it for such a long amount of time was heroic for you. If you and Natasha could get out of here, you knew he would. And you hoped he would escape someday. He deserved it, the world and more.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard Natasha calling your name from the surface.

“Coming!” you said, following the ladder up to the ground above you.

You realized how surreal everything was about the world above. You and Natasha had resurfaced back to the place you were taken all those years ago. It was deja vu. The sky was the bright blue it had been on the day you left, the clouds were just as puffy and white, the trees were just as strong and tough, the flowers were just as colorful and vibrant.

You both felt like you walked into a dream, but it wasn’t a dream. It was a long forgotten memory.

But as you both realized you escaped, you both beamed at each other. You guys smiled for the first time in years. And it felt amazing. You grabbed each other in a tight embrace, one that was long overdue. And you just stayed like that for hours. You gave each other eskimo kisses here and there, but you just needed to feel each other after all those years for not being able to say a word to each other and not being able to hug one another. No words were said. All the words were being said in the longest hug you had ever given and received.

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bella-spil · 5 years ago

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Carter Baizen Fluff Alphabet

Never written for Carter, but I’ve seen Gossip Girl, so I hope I did Carter justice. Lmk how I did! On my Masterlist if you want to check that out.

Attractive:(What do they find attractive about you?)

Your devious smile. He likes how you always are a step of him, and he never knows what’s up next with you. Your smile never ceases to charm him. He never knows if your smile means you’re up to something or if something good happened, and he likes figuring out that mystery. Carter is always down to stir up some trouble, and with you by his side, you two are the ultimate power couple.

Baby:(do they want to have kids?)

Yes, but no more than one, or maybe two. He wants to focus more on his work and you, and he feels like kids might distract him. But he did tell you once, while you were shopping, that he would have one kid with you. A son, one that he can pass on his stories, good looks and charm too. Also to teach him how to thrive in the City that Never Sleeps.

Cuddle:(how do they cuddle?)

He likes it when your head is resting on his chest, or when your head is laying on his shoulder. When your head is on his chest, he likes how comfortable you look. Same when its on his shoulder. He just likes seeing your happy and content in his arms, knowing that your safe with him, not matter what trouble crosses your path, or whatever trouble you both cause.

Dates:(What are dates like with them?)

He will take you to the most expensive restaurants in the city. Masa, Per Se, Kurumazushi, and Eleven Madison Park are the most frequent ones you go to.

Everything:(you are my ____ ex: my world, my life)

You are my diamond in the rough. He still can’t believe he found you. Out of all the girls in the Upper East Side, you managed to sweep him off his feet. And you still can’t believe he fell for you. Sometimes you have to pinch yourself, since you still think being with Carter is a dream. You are his special diamond, the best one, that he found in a sea of jewels, just as good, but you stood out to him, for all the right reasons.

Feelings:(when did they know they were in love?)

He fell for you when he met you. You met him at a casino, where he gambles a lot. You were playing Blackjack against him, and you were able to get $5,000 bucks off of him. It was like you knew what cards were coming next, and you kept getting Carters money, to the point that he was out of it.

As he was complaining about losing his money, he was flirting with you, saying how if you were with him, you would make his pockets hurt. Your signature smirk agreed with him, and Carter knew he was a goner. He never met anyone like you, and needed you in his life.

Gentle:(Are they gentle and how so?)

Gentle isn’t a word I would use to describe Carter automatically. But once he started seeing you more and more, he became more touchy with you, and opened his shell, for you to see what’s underneath. He still does have a bit of an attitude though, but you deal with it.

He isn’t the sneaky, manipulative playboy that everyone in the Upper East Side made you believe he was. He was a kind, charming and special human being. Carter changed your mind about something: you never know what’s behind all the glitz and glam.

Hands:(do they like to hold hands?)

Now he does.

When he grew up, he didn’t have the best relationship with his parents, which caused him to lose his trust fund and start out on his own, all from scratch. His parents weren’t the nicest to him and never really gave him hugs, never held hands with him, or any physical contact at all

You held his hand once when you went shopping, and his immediate reaction was to jerk his hand away from you and ask you what your problem was. But he immediately apologized once he realized the words that left his mouth and slowly explained why he wasn’t use to people holding his hand.

When he told you, you automatically forgave him. And you started holding his hand more and more often, causing him to get used to the feeling and grabbing your hand on his own. And now he wants to hold your hand all the time.

Impression:(what did they first think of you?)

Carter thought that you were different, in a good way. No, in an amazing way. You weren’t like all those other spoiled rich bitches that he grew up with. You were kind, smart and poised.

Jealousy:(do they get jealous easily?)

Yes. He doesn’t like you around other rich men. But this doesn’t happen often. Most of the rich men are old and in their eighties, but you never go after them, no. You go after their sons, only if you get into a fight with Carter. You do it just to piss the crap outta him. His fists always tighten, eyebrows always furrow and his jaw always clenched, getting the reaction you want out of him.

Kiss:(how do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Carter normally pecks you on the cheek or on the lips when you are both out in public. When you are just with him is a completely different story though. But, in both ways, his kisses always mean something, he never kisses you when he doesn’t want to. He kisses you because he needs to.

Carter made the first move on you. You weren’t expecting him to kiss you so intensely. And it made you swoon over him even more. It was so electrifying and intense, and just out of this world.

Love:(who said ‘I love you’ first?)

Carter did. It was about a month after you both officially were a couple. You were at some stupid ceremony or party, whatever it was it was stupid. But Carter got drunk on some champagne, and it was entertaining nonetheless. But you were both in his limo when he drunkenly told you he loved you. You were taken aback, because the sober Carter wouldn’t tell you this fast. But you just thanked him, because you didn’t know if it was the alcohol that was just making him say stuff he doesn’t mean, and his cheeks got all rosy even though you didn’t say it back.

You did ask him the next day, when he was sober. He just shrugged it off at first, but you grabbed his collar and told him to tell you the truth. Carter told you he meant every word, and you told him you loved him back.

Memory:(what’s their favorite memory with you?)

His favorite memory is when you and him went to some retro pinball place in the city. He thought you were delusional when you said you wanted to go there for a date. The place didn’t look expensive, didn’t have butlers or anything like that. But once you stepped into the doors and showed him how to play, he knew what it was like to not be raised on Louis Vuitton and Chanel. He knew what it was like to be normal for once.

Even though you were only able to spend an hour there, he had one of the best times in his life. And so did you. You showed him how the live in the moment, something that he will never take for granted.

Nickel:(do they spoil you?)

Cmon, is that even a question. Of course he does, he’s Carter fucking Baizen. Anything you want he either has, had or can get.

Orange:(what color reminds them of you?)

Gold, 24 karat gold. Gold brings out the tones of your skin and your eyes, and Carter thinks you look like an angel whenever he sees you in the color or wearing gold jewelry. Carter always swears that he sees the goddess in you, and always buys more clothes and jewelry that’s gold, just so he can see you like a goddess all the time.

Pet Names:(what pet names do they call you?)

He calls you his ‘angel’, ‘goddess’, and his ‘princess’.

Quaint:(what’s their favorite non-modern thing?)

Carter misses the old timey phones. The ones that were connected to a wire, to the house. Having the turn the circle thing to get the number you wanted. He remembers he used to have one, crested in gold, and he would play with it all the time, only to get scolded by his parents.

(idk how to describe this type of phone. I’ve only seen it once in person and have no clue how to use it. And i’m young, not even a millennial. If you know what I mean, I applaud you.)

Rainy Day:(What do they like to do on rainy days?)

You can never remember a time that it rained when you were with Carter. When you did hear that it rained in the city, you and him were always on vacation somewhere. Fiji, Santorini, Rome, Paris, London, you name it. You do miss the rain though, but you prefer the sunshine a lot better.

Sad:(how do they cheer themselves up?)

He cheers himself up whenever he wins a game of poker. Or blackjack. But mostly, he gets happy when he takes you for a shopping spree. He doesn’t care how much money you spend. As long as you have a smile plastered on your face, he could care less.

Talking:(what do they like to talk about?)

He likes to talk about his plans for the future with you. What restaurants he wants to try next, where he wants you to go with him for your next vacation, new business deals he’s been working on, famous people he has met in the past. He doesn’t mean to brag, but sometimes he likes to brag. But you enjoy listening to his plans and his achievements, you enjoy his stories.

Unwind:(what helps them relax?)

He will never tell you this, he thinks its too embarrassing. He can only imagine if Gossip Girl knew. He likes it when you play with his hair. It’s like a mini massage. Only better and a lot more soothing than the masseuses that normally work for him.

Vaunt:(What do they like to show off/brag about?)

He likes to show off anything and everything that he possibly can. His money, his limos and cars, is penthouse. But he shows you off whenever you are around. And you always blush uncontrollably when he does.

Wedding:(how, where and when do they propose?)

Carter likes to go big or go home. You told him once that he is the Upper East Side version of Tony Stark, and he happily agreed.

So he proposed at the most beautiful place he could think of. He wanted to do it in the city, where he is from and where he could come again. He was able to rent the Empire State Building for a few hours. You had never been on the top floor, so Carter made it his mission to propose to you there. Where you could see the city skyline for days and never get sick of it.

You were not expecting it, and you cried tears of joy when he got down on one knee. His smile could light up all the building in the city when you said yes. And when he placed the diamond rock, wrapped in a gold band with tiny details only the most observant could see, you went to cloud-9. It was the best day of your life.

Xylophone:(what’s their favorite song?)

Heartless- The Weeknd

Feeling Good- Michael Buble

Eleven- Khalid feat. Summer Walker.

Yes:(Have they ever thought about proposing to you?)

Uhh yea. If he didn’t you wouldn’t be engaged to him.

Zebra:(of they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Since you have showed him to the world of YouTube, he has watched a lot of music videos. And one of them caught his eye. He doesn’t remember the name of it, and he doesn’t bother to care. But the person had a live Jaguar in it. A real life one. And he wanted one sooo badly.

He begged you for one, he got down on his knees. He was acting like a child that didn’t get the toy they wanted for Christmas.

“I want one,” he begged.

“No,” you said flat out.

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