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Terrigenisis (Part 9)

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Bucky Barnes X Inhuman!Reader

Words: 1552

Summary: After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever?

Warnings: Fluff and SMUT (18+, NSFW)

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You were lounging on the couch of the common room, reading a book, when Bucky finds you. 

“Hey Doll.” He smiles and crawls across the couch until he can wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your chest. 

“Hi love. Comfy?” You giggle.

“Yeah. Think I’ll take a nap.” Bucky nuzzles his face into your torso. You run one hand through Bucky’s hair and continue reading. Forty minutes later, Steve walks into the common room. 

“That’s one lucky jerk.” He says on a chuckle. 

You smile up at him, “Hey Stevie.”

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Terrigenisis (Part 7)

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Bucky Barnes X Inhuman!Reader

Words: 2086

Summary: After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever?

Warnings: Fluff and SMUT (18+, NSFW) If you want to skip the smutty part scroll down to the coffee cup. 

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You wake engulfed in the warmth of your two supersoldiers. Bucky to your right, his metal arm under his pillow and his flesh arm around your waist. Steve to your left, his face resting against your breast and arms around your hips. You cover Bucky’s hand with your own and slide it up to rest on your breast. It’s not sexual, but comforting to you. Your other hand is tangled in Steve’s hair. You drift in and out of sleep laying there until you feel your breast nuzzled by a nose and open mouth. You smile and look down at Steve. 

“You’re so soft.” Steve whispers.

“You’re so hard.” You whisper back, moving your leg to rub against his hard length. Steve moans quietly. His hand trails up your leg to your core and caresses you gently. 

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Terrigenisis Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Inhuman!Reader

Summary: After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever?

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Take It All Off

Summary: Chris does not want you wearing another team’s jersey in his house. In fact, he doesn’t want you wearing anything in his house.

Pairing Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 2K

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, Chris (he’s a warning. No plot lives here on Sinday

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A/N: Little drabble for a nonnie. Hope you like it

Do not copy, rewrite, translate or post my work anywhere. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work. 

Music booms through the lower level of the house, the waning scent of pizza and mozzarella sticks from the earlier hour-long break wafting through the living room. Boxes stacked neatly in the hall, you’re  standing in front of a small tower, searching for one in particular. Turning the stack around with your foot, the black writing on the side comes into view.

You scan down until you find the one with your t-shirts and sweats; you wiggle the box out and head upstairs. “Chris, I’m going to get changed, I’ll be right back.”

“Darlin’ we don’t wear clothes in this house,” he yells from the couch, sorting through your books.

You scoff, jogging up the stairs, dodging more boxes on the landing. That man is incorrigible, he’s already tried to tell you he has a “must wake Chris up with sex” rule and a “must sit on Chris’s lap during the game” rule. He already talked you into taking your pants off when the movers left.  

Incorrigible.

In fact, if he could keep his hands to himself for more than five minutes, half your stuff would have already been unpacked. And your shirt would not be covered in marina sauce.

Who finds eating mozzarella sticks sexy?

 Christopher Evans, that’s who.

He kept trying to kiss you while you ate, causing you to spill the sauce down your shirt. Which led to him licking it off your exposed chest while you playfully fought him off. You smile softly thinking about how he offered to let you lick some off of his chest. 

Three hours into your first day officially living with him and you love him even more.

You push the bedroom door open with the corner of the box, setting it on the end of the bed. Ruffling through it, you find one of your favorite old worn t-shirts, setting it on the top of the pile, you pull your stained shirt over your head.

“Damn,” Chris groans from the doorway, “take it all off, baby”. He openly ogles you, biting his lip. He can feel himself getting hard seeing your soft half-naked body in his room.

You roll your eyes, tossing the shirt in the wicker hamper by the door, you grab your t-shirt shaking out the wrinkles before pulling it over your head, “down Chris,” you joke.

Chris pouts, pushing his plump bottom lip out, his bright blue eyes despondently watching your chest disappear under the fabric, “aw c’mon, baby we got an hour before the game, we can finish getting your–,” he cuts himself off when he spots the offensive logo on your perfect body.

You look over at him, brows furrowed at the sight of his narrowed eyes. Chris places his hands on his hips, his black shorts clinging to his ass, his muscles popping out of the dark shirt with the patriots’ logo painted on. He walks to you slowly, his nostrils flaring, a faint flush on his cheeks.

He pokes you in the middle of your chest with his long index finger, “what the fuck is this?”, he asks, his voice deepening.

You glance down, confused by his sudden mood change until you see the logo under his finger.

Oh.

Your eyes flicker up to his face, you can feel the resentment and indignation rolling off him in waves. 

And you like it.

Since you started dating, you learned what buttons to push to get Chris to do what you want, but there’s nothing like discovering a brand new one.

You flutter your lashes innocently, keeping your eyes on him, and shrug, “they’re my favorite team,” you bite your lip, pushing his finger away to touch the logo reverently, “I thought you knew that”

Chris glares at you, holding your chin between his warm rough fingers, “since when?”

“Since that time they kicked your team’s ass,” you smirk. You don’t know if or when they played against the Patriots, but when the flush on his cheeks deepens, you know you made a good guess.

“Take it off,” he spits out, leaning so close you could count his long eyelashes, his plump lips almost touching yours.

You grab the waistband of his shorts and retort, “Make me Christopher,” mocking his tone.

God, his eyes burn with passionate fury. That look blazing through you, making you wet and throb so much it almost hurts when you see the veins in his neck pop up.

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Counters and Closets and a Pretty Girl! - #6 on the List Drabble

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: Exactly 100!

Warnings: Smut NSFW 18+.

A/N: This is based on the list created in the story, Counters and Closets and Doll, Oh My!, for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Drunk Drabbles and told from Steve’s POV in Counters and Closets and A Pretty Girl / Divider by @firefly-graphics​

6. “Or maybe you bend me over your motorcycle.”

Steve’s whole being was straining as he listened to your whimpers as Bucky slowly fucked you. You were adventurous and playful and incredibly hot. Your ass slapped for trying to take control and your trust as Bucky commands you are major turn-ons. You were being such a good girl. Every moment he was around you, Steve’s desire grew and Bucky knew it. That’s why when you asked about someone coming in, Buck had answered about them watching him take you apart. It took everything in Steve not to round the corner but it wasn’t time for that yet. Not yet.

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Run To You Masterlist

Summary: Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard.

Warnings: 18+

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OH MY LANTA

Counters and Closets and Doll, Oh My! - #12 on the List Drabble

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: Exactly 100!

Warnings: Smut NSFW 18+.

A/N: This is based on the list create in the story, Counters and Closets and Doll, Oh My!, for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ Drunk Drabbles / Divider by @firefly-graphics​​

The Final Item on the List! 12. “Fuck me against Steve’s door while he’s sleeping.”

Your front pressed against the door as Bucky thrusts into you but, no matter how gentle he is, the rattle of the hinges surely gave away what was happening and you hoped Steve was a sound sleeper. Your hopes are dashed when the door opens and you two fall into the room. You both look up from the floor as a smirking Steve closes the door. 

“Hands and knees, pretty girl. Bucky’s not done yet.” Steve takes a seat a few feet away with cock in hand. “Let’s see if you look as pretty as you sound when you come.”

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Oh Captain, My Captain

Summary: Someone needs to teach Steve Rogers that there’s more to life than just enforcing rules and fighting bad guys. You decide to take on that responsibility.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 4,195

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, 18+ ONLY. This is just porn with plot yall

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Little grunts left his mouth every time his wrapped fists came in contact with the stiff punching bag. The sound echoed in the mostly empty gym, traveling all the way across the floor to your eager ears. You were on the opposite side of the large room, against the wall, watching Steve’s back move and muscles flex under his way too tight shirt every time his hands connected with the bag. Sweat formed a dark spot over his shoulders and down his back, creating a sheen on his biceps that reflected into your eyes every time they flexed. God, he was a vision.

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Almost Had Me Believing It - Part 17

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader    

Word Count: 1245

Warnings: Drugs, language, idiots in love and motherforkin angst, y’all.

Summary: An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.

A/N: Divider by @whimsicalrogers

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You approach the front door of Marco’s house cautiously. Your shoulder is weighed down by the bag full of product you are carrying as an offering. Despite the calm outside of the building, you are hyper aware of the security at every corner. Cameras and guards were everywhere, so you know that your arrival is scrutinized by several sets of watchful eyes. You reach the front door and ring the bell. You expect to have to do some convincing to get in, instead you are practically dragged to Marco’s study once you have been searched. 

“Melissa told me you weren’t just a pretty face.” Marco smiles at you from his chair. 

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18+ Blog means No Minors 🔞

I don’t want to come off like a jerk but I’m getting more frustrated by the day. I find myself still having to delete & block minors every single week.

The warning is there for a reason. I write and read smut and dark fics. I don’t want minors thinking these dark fics are what relationships are really about.

When you’re a minor and you click the follow button, even when I list my blog as 18+, you’re doing so against my consent. I’m an adult and I don’t want to get in trouble interacting with minors on here. Please respect my wishes when I say NO MINORS 🔞

When you follow my blog you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18.

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Their Queen

Cassandra James is a tall, curvy bar owner in New York City. When an old friend comes by, bring up old wounds and reminds her of promises she made, she realizes she might have thrown her old life away too soon. She will have to make a choice, go back home and fix the broken things she left behind or choose her new life...

Kind of a one shot that might turn into a series, let me know what you think!

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Just a regular Friday night at 9R, packed to the walls and the dance floor was filled with drunk people. The bar was flooding with music, conversations and laughter.

"Another!" An already drunk bar patron exclaimed after another round of whiskey shots. I roll my eyes as I mix up a few vodka lemonades for a table of blondes. "I think you're done friend," I comment to the barely legal man-child. Him and his three friends looked like they stepped out of an Abercrombie catalog. Plaid short sleeve shirt, boat shoes, and khaki shorts. "Hey lady! you're cute and all but you're not my mom. I paid for the booze, so pour it." He slurs.

"Aw hunny I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you, she called! She said it's past your bedtime! So take your daddies money attitude and go home before I give you a spanking." I wink. With a glare they turn around and head for the door.

"Hey can I get a margarita?" A girl asks a few minutes later.

"No mix, no blender sweetheart. I'll get you a double shot of tequila though!" Tracy says as she pours the shot. "What about a whiskey and water?" The guy next to her asks. Tracy's laughs her red curls like a waterfall of curls down her back.

"Hey Cassie!" She calls to me. "Do we serve water in your bar?" My best friend and business partner of 10 years knows better. What does she think this is, the Four Seasons? "We sure do!" I yell grabbing the soda gun and spraying the man with water like he was a carnival game, then the crowd behind him. Pour some sugar on me starts playing as the girls and I jump on the bar. Time to start the show.

Just like that it's three songs and a lot of shots later I'm yelling at a couple drunk girls fighting. After breaking up the fight I'm back to the Wobble, something in the air makes the hair on my neck stand up.

"Havana!" I hear a deep voice yell. My old name, there is only two people that call me that. I look around trying to find him. There's no way he's here. He hasn't stepped foot in the bar since i bought it ten years ago. "Turn around!" The voice yells. And just like that, I spot him. At the other end of the bar, grinning from ear to ear. Like a big dumb idiot. My dumb idiot. His long blonde locks pulled back in a bun, looking fine as ever in jeans, a grey sweatshirt a flannel. We lock eyes and I couldn't be happier. I slide across the bar, stopping in front of him, practically landing in his lap and pull him into a hug.

"What are you doing here?!" I exclaim. "Looking for you!" He responds. I squeal as Thor lifts me off the bar, "I'm gonna borrow this," he calls throwing me over his shoulder. "Tracy you're in charge!" I holler seeing a smirk plastered across her face, shaking her head. He sets me down at a back corner table away from the noise that has a perfect view of the bar, "his" table. Or so he proclaimed when I first bought 9R

"I cannot believe you're here! To what do I owe the great king of Asgard the pleasure of being in my establishment?" I sneer. I cannot believe he is in front of me, it's like a weird dream seeing, half reality half flashback. "You have wounded me!" He responds grasping his chest. "Can i not come for a beer to my favorite bar on this side of the nine realms?" Thor starts, "maybe I wanted to see the show!" He can't fool me that easy. "You always were a horrible liar," I smirk. "What do you really want Odinson?"

"You see, Blonde ambition seems to think you're gonna fix his brother's mess." A sarcastic voice says coming from the booth next to me, i look to find "the great" Tony Stark. You've got to be shitting me. "So what's so special about you? Because all I've seen is another bartender that thinks the world spins for her." "Thor. You know I don't allow arms dealers in my bar." I snap back at him. I see a tall blonde man sitting across the table from him. "What are you, America's newest boy band?" Tony laughs, "I hope your more than the entertainment."

"Steve Rogers." He says formally extending his hand to me. I stand and meet his hand. "Havana. But the people on this planet call me Cassie." I reply looking him up and down. It's a good think i chose boots today. Anything taller and i might hurt his manhood. Wow, she's beautiful. "Thank you." I say out loud, startling him making him glance around at Thor and Tony. "Yes, she heard you." Thor chuckles. I give tony a look "I'd shake your hand but I'm allergic to entitled douche bags." I say rolling my eyes. Stuck up bitch, Tony thinks. I look to Thor that looks somewhere between ready to throw up and jump out of his seat. I don't know how she's gonna take it. What is she says no? What if she gets mad? If she hits me In front of them I'm fucked, he thinks. "Well spit it out then. The only way you're going to find out is if you ask." I say to him growing impatient.

Thor sighs, "It's Loki. it seems since I wouldn't let him rule Asgard he's decided to take Earth over," of course he has. These boys could never share their toys, let alone a throne. Whatever was Odin thinking. Thor reaches across the table and takes my hand, he slides an unmarked folder across the table with the other hand. I open it and its contents contain information on what i presume to be the "team" However did you manage to leave Sif and the Warriors Three on Asgard? I think to him whilst giving him a sarcastically sad look. They are not fit for this battle. I wouldn't be here if they could handle it. Not sure if that was a compliment, but i shall take it as one. "The Chitauri are coming, dearest. The Nine Realms need us. They need you. Will you fight with me?" He says.

"Yes, my King."

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A Helping Paw (Bucky x Reader, Alpine)

Summary: Your beefcake neighbor has the world’s cutest cat who loves showing up outside your apartment (and sometimes in your apartment). Too bad he’s a total asshole with an attitude problem. 

Author’s Note: This is based on a made up fic title from @foxgloveprincess​. I liked the story so much that I decided to expand on it. 

Warnings: Mild swearing. Bucky’s a little bit of an ass at first.

It’s after midnight when you hear the scratching at your door and a pitiful yowling sound that you’re becoming increasingly familiar with. For a moment you consider doing nothing, exhausting from your 12-hour shift at the hospital, but after a minute your conscience gets the better of you. You amble, half asleep, to your front door and open it just wide enough to bend down and pick up the white cat that’s sitting patiently on your welcome mat. When the cat immediately settles in your arms and rubs his face against yours, purring in contentment, you have a hard time remaining annoyed.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you grumble, thankful Alpine is in the mood for cuddles this evening and not a game of catch me if you can around your apartment. 

The first time you opened your door to him he darted into your apartment and you spent the better part of your Sunday afternoon chasing him around your living room and kitchen. Of course, nothing beat the time you’d woken up with him curled up in bed with you. How he managed to get into your locked apartment was still a mystery. 

“Come on, let’s get you home,” you say to him as you shuffle out of your apartment, squinting at the bright light of the hallway. 

The cat’s owner, one J. Barnes, lives six doors down from you. You’re not actually sure what the J stands for since you’ve never been officially introduced. Every time you bring Alpine back he scowls at you like you’re responsible for the Houdini act his cat pulls on the regular. He only said thank you once but you suspected that was more for the benefit of the tall blonde man who’d been visiting. The few times you’ve run into him in the hallway, sans cat, he doesn’t acknowledge you. Which fine, whatever. He’s the resident asshole with an attitude problem. You totally don’t care that he’s a beefcake with beautiful blue eyes. 

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Made Up Fic Title: Try To Chase Me

Try To Chase Me

Note: I had waaaay too much fun writing this. Poor Bucky likes the reader but is endless dumb about how to go about letting her know so he’s just surly instead. Alpine is a good bro, trying to help him out. 

Synopsis:

Your beefcake neighbor has the world’s cutest cat who loves showing up outside your apartment (and sometimes in your apartment). Too bad he’s a total asshole with an attitude problem. 

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It’s after midnight when you hear the scratching at your door and a pitiful yowling sound that you’re becoming increasingly familiar with. For a moment you consider doing nothing, exhausting from your 12-hour shift at the hospital, but after a minute your conscience gets the better of you. You amble, half asleep, to your front door and open it just wide enough to bend down and pick up the white cat that’s sitting patiently on your welcome mat. When the cat immediately settles in your arms and rubs his face against yours, purring in contentment, you have a hard time remaining annoyed.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you grumble, thankful Alpine is in the mood for cuddles this evening and not a game of catch me if you can around your apartment. The first time you opened your door to him he’d darted into your apartment and you spent the better part of your Sunday afternoon chasing him around your living room and kitchen. Of course, nothing beat the time you’d woken up with him curled up in bed with you. How he managed to get into your locked apartment was still a mystery. 

“Come on, let’s get you home,” you say to him as you shuffle out of your apartment, squinting at the bright light of the hallway. The cat’s owner, one J. Barnes, lives six doors down from you. You’re not actually sure what the J stands for since you've never been officially introduced. Every time you bring Alpine back he scowls at you like you’re responsible for the Houdini act his cat pulls on the regular. He only said thank you once but you suspected that was more for the benefit of the tall blonde man who’d been visiting. The few times you’ve run into him in the hallway, sans cat, he doesn’t acknowledge you. Which fine, whatever. He’s the resident asshole with an attitude problem. You totally don’t care that he’s a beefcake with beautiful blue eyes. 

“Gonna steal your cat one of these days, asshole,” you mutter, raising your hand to knock on his door. You only have to wait a few minutes before the door is jerked open forcefully. You’ve clearly woken him up, his clothing is rumpled and his chin-length hair is mussed. You expect a frown or terse words but instead, he looks surprised, his gaze sweeping down your body with raised eyebrows. 

It’s then you realize you’re only wearing an oversized t-shirt that barely covers your ass and one, single purple sock. You feel your face heat up in embarrassment and it’s possible you shove the cat into his arms with a little more force than is necessary before hightailing it back to your apartment. When you pause at your door to look down the hall you’re surprised to see him still standing there, a dumbfounded expression on his face. 

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Almost Had Me Believing It - Part 15

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader    

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: *Trigger* Forced Drug use, discussion of drug overdose, suicide, & miscarriage, violence, language.

Summary: An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.

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“Nobody needs to die, Melissa. If it’s me, I’ll… I’ll leave. You’ll never hear from me again.” You say, hoping to appease the angry woman in front of you.

“No! No, you aren’t leaving. You’re mine. I love you.” Frank growls before turning to Melissa “It’s been eight years. Haven’t I paid enough? Can’t I have something for myself?”

“No. You’ll never have paid the debt you owe. You’re mine. Forever. And I don’t like competition.” Melissa stares past Frank to you, still pointing the gun. 

Deciding to stall you look between the two, “What debt? What is she talking about, Frank?”

“There was a time when we were in love.” Melissa’s words are mocking. “Because I was stupid enough to believe in it. To think he was actually capable of it.”

“I did love you.” Frank says quietly. 

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The Wedding Date (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: Reader needs a wedding date to scare off her persistent ex-boyfriend and wants Natasha to come with her. Natasha has another suggestion in mind.  

Warning: Jealous!Bucky, brief violence and smut.

Author’s Note: This was for the 50 cliché tropes and prompt someone sent me “I need a date for this wedding.“ This one got away from me. It was supposed to be a 500 word drabble but here we are over 3000 words. 🤦‍♀️Thank you @daddys-minty-princess​ and @cherryslibrary​ for their beta help!

When your cousin’s wedding invitation arrives in the mail you have every intention of declining. You aren’t close with her anymore, whatever friendship you once shared had dissolved into happy birthday exchanges over Facebook. You were also incredibly busy with work - managing PR for the Avengers Initiative was a 24/7 job, especially with Tony Stark. At least that’s what you told your mother when she called and you broke the news that you weren’t going 

In reality, you were avoiding the groom’s best man - your cheating, asshole ex-boyfriend who’d recently decided he wanted you back in his life. You couldn’t tell your mother that without stirring up unnecessary drama, but you hoped your other excuses might work. Unfortunately, you vastly underestimated how powerful her guilt trips could be.

Which was why you were currently waiting in the common room for Natasha with her favorite pumpkin muffin and the disgustingly strong black coffee she likes. You needed a date. Natasha listened to you explain your situation patiently, grinning when you sweeten the deal by promising her a two-month hiatus from any public appearances or press interviews if she went with you. Desperate times called for desperate measures and you weren’t above bribing her. 

“Not that I’m not flattered, but why me?” Natasha asks. 

“I need someone kinda scary to go as my date so my ex-boyfriend Derek doesn’t try anything,” you tell her. 

“And I don’t want to go alone,” you add truthfully, thinking of the last family function you attended and the endless questions about your dating life. You dated girls in college so bringing Natasha as your plus one wouldn’t raise too many questions beyond the obvious ‘How had you managed to land someone so out of your league?’

“We’ll return to the part where you think I am only ‘kinda’ scary,” Natasha says, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in amusement. “Unfortunately I can’t make it but I do have an idea who you could take.”

“If you say Steve I am going to punch you,” you warn. 

Absolutely no one would believe that lie and Steve was also entirely too nice for your plan to work.

“No, no,” Natasha assures you with a laugh. “I have someone better in mind.”

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