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Update!

Hey guys, I want to upload some more stories. What ship would you like to see more of? Stucky, Stony, or maybe both? 😂 I'll even do some other ships if anyone has any suggestions! Let me know!! 😁

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All I Want (Stucky)

Pairings: Steve x Bucky

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff

Genre: Angst, smut

Warnings: Smut, anal, drinking, memory loss, crying, breakup, heartbreak, ridicule

Word Count: 1,281

Summary: Steve goes drinking often to forget the pain of losing Bucky. What happens when the two run into each other at a bar when Steve is too drunk to remember anything?

A/N: This takes place in an AU outside the Avengers universe where Steve can get drunk and Nat is a bartender. This physically hurt my heart to write, but hopefully you enjoy the angst! Also, I highly recommend listening to the song mentioned at the very end, All I Want by Kodaline. It’s a beautiful and heartbreaking song.

Dull. Dreary. Dark. That was how it felt to live in a world without light. You could stare at the most resilient star in the night sky, and it would never compare to him...

That was how things were now, right? Dull and meaningless? What purpose did he have in a world so cold?

His purpose was to drink away everything that made life worthless.

What could he do but drink, forget, drink, forget...

"This bar," he laughed to himself, his passive aggressive sarcasm pouring into each word. "Will be my deathbed!"

"Steve, you can't drink yourself to death," the bartender, Natasha, rolled her eyes. "Not on my watch."

"And why not?" he glared at her, placing his glass on the counter and raising his eyebrows, signaling her to refill his drink.

"Believe it or not, people will care if you die," Nat sighed, refilling the drink with a frown.

"Like who?"

"You're looking at her," she shrugged.

Steve downed the contents of his glass as well as several more before he was beyond drunk. He strutted over to the dance floor, stumbling a bit in his drunken stupor.

He danced for a while by himself, many people staring at him and laughing. He was the definition of a life gone completely wrong.

After several rude comments from people, he felt someone grab his arm and drag him off the dance floor, shoving him into a booth. The man sat across from him, glaring at him with his intense blue eyes.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Steve giggled, leaning his elbows on the table and staring longingly at the man. He had long, brown hair that came to his shoulders and fell in his eyes a bit. And his eyes? Those damn eyes sparkled like the moon on a crystal clear night. He had a slight beard and hard look to him. Needless to say, he was absolutely stunning in every way.

"Steve, what are you doing?" the man hissed.

Steve blushed, covering his mouth as he let out a little laugh. "Mystery Man knows my name!"

The man's brows furrowed, asking Steve seriously, "You don't know who I am?"

Steve shrugged. "No, I think I would remember meeting someone so perfect."

The man cringed at Steve's compliment, looking away as he asked, "James Barnes doesn't ring any bells?"

"That's a nice name," Steve winked, completely disregarding the question..

James sighed, placing his head in his hands.

"Wanna dance?" Steve blurted, excitement evident in his tone. He got up, offering a hand to James just as an upbeat song, Hips Don't Lie by Shakira, came on.

James sighed again, taking Steve's hand reluctantly and following him onto the dance floor.

Steve got into it way more quickly than he should have. Within seconds he had turned so his back was pressed up against James' chest. He rolled his hips to the beat, grinding on James with passion.

James shoved Steve away lightly more than once, though Steve just kept coming back, each time closer than before. He was incredibly persistent.

Steve leaned his head back on James' shoulder, tilting his it to the side  to whisper in his ear, "I want you."

James roughly shoved Steve away, staring blankly at him.

"W-What?" Steve pouted. "You don't want me, James?"

James bit his lip, grabbing Steve's arm again and dragging him to a room in the back before locking it. There was a red couch and two armchairs in the dimly lit room.

"Are you faking?" James spat, crossing his arms.

Steve just looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"You really don't remember me?"

"Should I?"

"Forget it," James groaned, walking towards the door.

Steve slid in between James and the door, intentionally palming him through his pants for a second. "Are you sure you don't want to fool around? You seem to want it as much as I do."

James blushed, looking away and taking a step back.

"C'mon, Jamesy!" Steve whined. "Please?"

James couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Steve by the shoulders, slamming him against the door as he kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

Steve let out a small noise resembling shock before melting into the kiss, tangling his fingers in James' hair.

They stayed like that for several minutes, tongues battling in a dance for domination.

James won. He pulled Steve towards the couch, pushing him onto it before climbing on top of him. It wasn't long before their pants were off.

James flipped Steve over, slicking himself up before pressing against Steve's entrance.

Steve moaned loudly, practically begging James to go further.

James obliged, sliding into him easily as if they were two puzzle pieces that were meant to fit together in just this way.

"F-Fuck," Steve groaned, gripping onto the armrest of the couch.

James pounded into him many times, each time thrusting harder and faster. Finally, they came at the same moment. Steve called James' name, at which he cringed slightly.

James pulled out slowly, grabbing some tissues from a small table to clean himself up before pulling his clothes back on. He couldn't explain why, but he felt immediate regret for what he had just done. He sprang up from the couch, quickly walking towards the door.

"W-Wait!" Steve called, quickly scrambling to pull his pants up.

James froze with his arm outstretched, reaching to unlock the door.

"Please don't go, James," Steve was practically in tears. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you idiot," James' voice cracked. "You never did anything wrong."

"Then what is it?"

"I have to go."

"Let me go with you?" Steve pleaded.

James grimaced, "I'm sorry."

He unlocked the door, pulled the handle, then walked out into the bar. Steve quickly chased after him, grabbing his arm.

"James, please-!"

"Bucky!" James yelled loudly, trying to shake Steve off of him.

Steve froze. "W-What?"

"My name is Bucky," he spat.

Steve let go of him, staring at the ground with tears glistening in his eyes.

Bucky wheeled around, anger boiling in his veins, "We broke up, Steve! Okay?"

He then noticed the tears rolling down Steve's cheeks. Steve walked away slowly, taking a seat in a nearby booth and burying his head in his arms on the table.

Bucky stood in stunned silence for a few moments before approaching Steve, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder. "Steve?"

"Go away, Bucky!" Steve snarled, looking up at Bucky with tears and snot dripping down his face, his eyes completely red and puffy.

Bucky took a step back, stunned and feeling himself shatter. Tears began to well up in his eyes, but he refused to let them break through his cold demeanor.

Steve sniffled a bit before saying in pure agony, "I do remember you."

Bucky couldn't take it anymore. He gave Steve one last long look before walking away and out of the bar.

Steve laughed miserably as he watched Bucky go once again, crying softly to himself.

"I remember you, Bucky Barnes."

Bucky sank to his knees outside the bar, letting the sadness finally consume him. He cried for what felt like forever.

He could hear a song softly playing from inside the bar. Steve could hear that same song, which caused him to cry harder when he listened to the words that so accurately described his emotions.

The two men cried for the same reasons, yet neither truly knew the other's pain. They were a part of two completely different worlds.

If you loved me, why'd you leave me?

Take my body, take my body.

All I want is, and all I need is...

To find somebody, to find somebody...

Like you.

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Truth or Dare? (Stony)

Pairings: Steve x Tony, Nat x Clint

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Jarvis

Genre: Fluff, insinuated smut

Warnings: Drinking, language, kissing, licking, minor violence, imprisonment

Word Count: 2,645

Summary: Tony gets bored and drags the Avengers and a reluctant Loki into a good ol’ game of Truth or Dare. Loki catches on to some lies being told by Tony and Steve, as well as some tension between the two, and decides to use his magic to spice up the game a bit.

A/N: This is my first ever completed Marvel fic, as well as my first fic posted on Tumblr! I’m a sucker for Stony, and this was really fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!

Exactly a day had passed since the Battle of New York. Tony Stark sat alone on a couch in the middle of Stark Tower in a grey t-shirt with Iron Man on it and baggy red sweatpants. Well, was it really Stark Tower anymore? A couple letters were missing, but that was beside the point.

'I'm bored out of my mind, but I'm too tired to go find something to do,' Tony thought to himself with a groan.

"I know!" he blurted aloud. "Jarvis, put me on the intercom!"

Jarvis' artificial, accented voice echoed into the room, "Yes, sir."

"Avengers!" Tony yelled, grinning at the sound of his voice booming loudly throughout Stark Tower. "Assemble!"

Steve and Bruce were the first to appear, running into the room panting, Steve in full uniform and Bruce in looser clothing for whenever he needed to Hulk out.

"What's going on, Stark?" Steve raised an eyebrow, noticing Tony didn't have the Iron Man suit on.

Before Tony could answer, Natasha ran in with Clint close behind her, both in their uniforms. They looked at Tony with puzzled expressions, then looked to each other.

Thor ran into the room seconds later, dragging a certain God of Mischief with him by the arm. Loki had a muzzle over his mouth and cuffs secured tightly around his wrists. Thor planned to take him to Asgard, although his father had to make sure certain things were taken care of before the brothers could return. Loki was forced to stay in Stark Tower until Thor was permitted to bring him to Asgard to face Odin's wrath.

"What's the meaning of this? I have Loki contain-," Thor tried to say.

"Well, you see-," Tony began.

Steve cut him off. "Cut to the chase, Stark."

"I was bored, and there was no way you all would have come down here unless you thought it was an emergency."

The other Avengers collectively groaned. Even Loki couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"You woke us up because you were bored?" Bruce seethed, narrowing his eyes at Tony.

"Easy there, big guy," Tony put his hands up in defense.

Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm going back to bed."

"I can't believe you, Tony," Nat yawned, sighing as well. "And me too, Steve."

The others nodded in agreement and began to walk away.

"Wait!" Tony yelled. Everyone froze, turning back to face him with annoyed expressions.

"What if... why don't we play a game?" Tony continued with a hopeful glint in his eye.

"A game?" Thor asked, intrigued. He was much less tired than the others, considering he was a God.

"Oh no, we are not playing a game now," Steve practically yelled. "It's probably one in the morning!"

"Especially not if it's Tony's idea," Clint agreed.

"Oh, come now, friends!" Thor smiled at everyone, his positivity radiating off of him. "We have barely spoken since yesterday, it would do us good to spend time together!"

No one could argue with that. Thor's positivity was simply infectious. No one had the heart to disagree with him.

"Fine," Nat rolled her eyes. "But this better be good."

"Yes!" Tony yelled excitedly. "Go get changed into something comfy, and then meet back here. You won't regret it."

"I'm going to have to disagree with that," Steve sighed for the twentieth time that night, going off to change.

Reluctantly, everyone agreed and went to change as well. Steve was the first to return in a navy blue form fitting tank top with his shield on it and black sweatpants. Bruce sat next to Tony on the couch soon after in a plain purple t-shirt and black basketball shorts, still annoyed and tired, but more calm. Thor squeezed himself at the end of the couch in a black tank top with grey sweatpants, trapping Bruce in the middle of Tony and himself. Loki sulked over to the chair next to Thor that was directly across from Steve, wearing a dark green form fitting tank top with green and black fuzzy pajama pants. Nat went to sit on the couch near Steve's chair with a dark grey t-shirt and maroon gym shorts on. Clint followed behind her in a Walking Dead shirt and black pants, sitting next to her.

"So what is this game we are playing, Man of Iron?" Thor inquired once everyone was settled.

"Well, I thought we could go with a good ol' classic game of truth or dare," Tony smirked.

Everyone groaned simultaneously, hoping Tony was kidding. Thor and Loki only looked confused.

"What are we, twelve?" Clint laughed.

"Oh, come on!" Tony rolled his eyes, getting up for a second to grab something from behind the bar. He pulled out a bottle of vodka with seven glasses. "We can spice it up a little."

Tony began handing out glasses. Everyone seemed much more willing to play now, except...

"This is not a good idea!" Steve shouted, a horrified look on his face.

"Come on, Capsicle!" Tony chuckled. "What could go wrong?"

"May I remind you that the man who tried to kill us yesterday is in the same room as us? And you're going to get us drunk?"

Loki's eyes lit up maliciously.

"Like I said, what could go wrong?" Tony shrugged as he started pouring vodka into everyone's glass.

"You're unbelievable," Steve spat as Tony filled his glass, which he wasn't sure how it even got into his hand in the first place.

"You flatter me, Rogers!" Tony chuckled, setting the vodka on the table.

Steve rolled his eyes, shoving Tony lightly.

"So, how do you play this 'Truth or Dare'? It must be a Midgardian game, as I have not heard of it," Thor's voice boomed, breaking the tension between the two boys.

Tony took a swig of his drink before saying, "It's simple, really. Someone asks someone else 'truth or dare?' If the person answers truth, they get a question which they have to answer honestly. If the person answers dare, they have to do whatever it is the other person tells them to."

"Like... a slave?" Thor's brows furrowed.

"Woah, no," Bruce finally piped in while everyone burst into laughter.

"It's like a challenge that you have to do," Nat added.

"Ah, I see!" Thor beamed. "This game sounds fun!"

"See! Thor is into it!" Tony nodded at him approvingly. "Now, let's all enjoy this. Drink up!"

Everyone clinked their glasses together and took a swig, except for Loki and Steve. Loki physically couldn't drink due to the muzzle and handcuffs, so he simply growled.

Steve stared down at the liquid in his glass, swishing it around before saying, "Screw it." He then proceeded to down the contents of the glass.

Everyone cheered, while Tony clapped Steve on the back. "I knew you'd come around."

"So, who's starting?" Clint asked.

Loki groaned again, struggling with the cuffs. Thor pulled the muzzle off of him. "What is it, brother?"

"I can't exactly participate in this foolish game if I'm in chains, now can I?" he hissed.

"Cut 'im loose, Thor!" Tony yelled.

"That's a terrible idea," Steve argued, glaring at him.

"Live a little, Rogers," Tony winked.

"That's the goal, Stark. To actually live and not be killed by our enemy the day after battling him."

"Buzzkill," Tony rolled his eyes. "Release him, Thor."

Thor moved to free Loki. He set the muzzle and cuffs down next to him and leaned close to his brother to say, "If you try anything, brother, Dr. Banner will have no mercy."

Loki nodded coldly, wringing his wrists.

"Does anyone listen to a word I say?" Steve face palmed himself.

Loki leaned forward, picking up the glass of vodka and bringing it to his lips. He drank slowly, immediately spitting the drink out. "This is absolutely disgusting."

Thor glared at his brother, his voice low as he said, "Loki."

"What? Can you honestly tell me this isn't the most revolting drink you have ever tasted?"

"I was attempting to be polite," Thor sighed.

"Woah, woah, woah," Tony chimed in. "You mean to tell me you've had something better than my personal collection of the finest shit?"

"With certainty," Loki smirked.

"Prove it, Reindeer Games!"

Loki looked to his brother for permission to use his powers. He wasn't keen on bringing out the Other Guy. Thor simply shrugged in response.

Loki picked up the bottle on the table with a wicked grin on his face. He performed a quick enchantment, making the bottle light up with green light. When he was satisfied, he poured himself a drink from the now full bottle and took a swig. "Now that's a real drink."

Everyone looked to each other before Tony finally grabbed the bottle and poured himself some. He put the glass to his mouth, saying, "It can't be that great."

A few seconds later he completely changed his mind. This was good shit, yet he really didn't want to give Loki the satisfaction of being right. "It's alright," he lied with a shrug.

Everyone else joined in, taking a sip of the mysterious drink.

"Alright? This is fantastic!" Clint gaped.

Loki grinned, satisfaction etched into every inch of his face.

Steve even decided to try it. He was utterly shocked when he took a drink and didn't hate it. He normally wasn't huge on drinking, especially since it did nothing for him, but this stuff was good. It wasn't bitter like normal alcohol. He found himself craving more.

Once everyone had had a few glasses, Steve asked, "So are we gonna play this fuckin' game or what?"

Everyone stared at him in shock. Tony raised an eyebrow at him, "Did you just swear?"

"Um, no, what are you-?"

"Holy shit! Captain America is actually drunk," Tony couldn't stop laughing.

"Fuck you," Steve snarled, grabbing Tony by the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer.

"Maybe later," Tony winked, a triumphant look on his face.

Steve was about to say something clever in response, but Thor cut through the tension once again. "Lady Natasha! Truth or dare?"

Nat shrugged, laughing as she turned her head away from Steve and Tony. "Dare!"

"Hmm," Thor put a hand on his chin, contemplating a good challenge for her. "I dare you to drink the rest of your glass in one try."

"That's it?" Nat laughed again, picking up the glass and easily downing the contents, then pouring herself another drink. "Starting off innocent, I see."

Tony whistled, clapping for her, which just made her roll her eyes. "Wait until it's my turn, honey."

"Shut up, Tony," she resisted punching him in the face. She turned towards Loki, asking, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," he decided, playing it cautious.

"Which person in the room do you find most attractive?"

"Myself," he shrugged.

"I mean, I guess you can technically answer that," she sighed. "Your turn."

"Stark, truth or dare?"

"Finally!" he exclaimed. "Dare me."

"I dare you to sit on the lap of whomever you find the most attractive," Loki smirked.

"Sorry, can't sit on my own lap," Tony chuckled.

"Tony Stark, I am the God of Mischief and Lies. Do you not think I can see right through you?"

"It's the truth! The most attractive person is Steve Rogers!" he covered his mouth in horror, realizing what he had said.

Steve looked at Tony in utter shock as Loki said evilly, "Now there's the truth."

"W-What the hell did you do?" Tony stuttered, still unable to believe what he just admitted.

"Well, this game isn't fun unless you complete the dare or speak the truth, so I put a few spells on you all to ensure you have to do just that."

"Well, fuck you too!" Tony almost screamed. Steve was still speechless. "Clint, truth or dare?"

"...Dare," he replied hesitantly.

"I dare you to... um-"

"Did you forget your dare already, Stark? I believe you should be on a certain Captain Rogers lap right about now," Loki's eyes gleamed with mischief.

"Fine! You win!" Tony refilled his glass, drank all of it, then poured himself another before walking the short distance to Steve.

Steve tensed, shaking his head and holding his hands up in defiance. "Don't even think about-!"

But it was too late. Tony slid back onto Steve's lap, throwing his legs over the arm of the chair. Steve grumbled something incoherent before grabbing the alcohol and pouring himself another glass. If he was going to get through this night, he was going to need it.

"Anyway," Tony cleared his throat, causing the giggles from his teammates to subside. "Clint, I dare you to lick Nat's cheek."

"Ew, why?"

"Just do it, Legolas."

Clint sighed, leaning closer to Nat, who stiffened a bit. He quickly licked her cheek before pulling away and blushing.

Nat wiped his saliva off her cheek, a light blush dusting her cheeks as well.

Clint coughed, changing the subject quickly. "Thor, truth or dare?"

"I'm still fucking here, you know," Steve said in a slightly annoyed tone.

Tony whistled, patting Steve's chest. "Capsicle has a temper!"

"I am not afraid of these challenges, so I choose dare!" Thor grinned, completely ignoring Steve and Tony.

"I dare you to hug your brother," Clint smirked.

"Easy enough! Come here, brother," Thor smiled brightly, engulfing Loki in a tight bear hug.

"Let go of me you idiotic piece of-" Loki began before Thor finally let go.

"These challenges do not phase me, Clint Barton," Thor said triumphantly.

"It wasn't really a challenge for you, I just wanted to make Loki suffer," Clint shrugged.

Loki glared at him venomously before Thor made him snap out of it.

"Truth or dare, brother?"

"Dare," Loki answered nonchalantly.

"I dare you to do your impression of Captain America."

Steve sat up quickly, almost throwing Tony off of him. Tony threw his arms around Steve's neck to keep from falling off.

"Excuse me?" Steve raised an eyebrow.

Loki smirked, shapeshifting himself into a clone of Captain America and standing up. He mocked Steve's American accent perfectly, saying, "Oh, this is much better. Costume's a bit much... so tight! But the confidence, I can feel the righteousness surging! Hey, you wanna have a rousing discussion about truth? Honor? Patriotism? God bless America!"

He shape shifted back to his regular form, bowing dramatically as everyone clapped and laughed hysterically. Everyone except Steve, of course, who was stunned into an angry silence.

"That was pretty damn accurate!" Tony laughed, tears streaming down his face.

"It was not!" Steve blushed in embarrassment, hitting Tony on the shoulder.

"Rogers, truth or dare?" Loki grinned.

"Oh god, now you remember I exist," Steve face palmed himself. "Dare."

"I dare you to kiss the person in the room you think you're in love with."

"I'm not in love with-!" he began, but his hands were already moving on their own, grabbing a fistful of Tony's shirt.

"Oh shit!" Nat laughed, whipping out her phone, opening the camera, and pressing record.

Tony's eyes widened, as he stared into Steve's eyes, who was pulling him closer. "This is a joke, right?"

"I'm not doing this! He has some spell on me!" Steve protested just before their lips met.

Tony melted into the kiss, shutting his eyes and cupping Steve’s face in his hands.

Steve grabbed Tony's hips, dragging him closer and kissing him with passion. He bit down on Tony's bottom lip, causing Tony to moan softly and open his mouth just enough for Steve to slip his tongue inside. They continued to kiss for at least a few more minutes, not pulling apart once.

"Loki, you can take the spell off now," Bruce looked at Loki nervously, not sure if he should intervene.

Loki laughed, a devilish grin forming on his face. "Oh, I took the spell off before their lips even touched."