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Love without Sex

I’m doing a Philosophy paper on Asexuality. Please reblog if you think Love without Sex is possible! I really need the data. Like if you think love has to have sex.

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The Sound Of Silence

Relationships: Natasha Romanoff x T'Challa Udaku

Word Count: 524

Rating: General

Warnings: Major character death, grief, angst

It was rare for T'Challa to be the one awake while Natasha slept. Especially since Nat would only ever sleep properly if she was passed out from complete and total exhuastion.

T'Challa sighed softly and gently traced his fingers over Nat's cheek paying no mind to the dirt from the mission she had just returned from.

Tonight the only light that broke through the ringing silence was a halo of neon light from the street lamp outside their window. There were evenings when Nat would speak to that lamp like it was some neon god and it had the answers to everything.

T'Challa would say nothing in moments like those. He wanted to hold Nat and tell her everything would be okay, but he couldn’t when the darkness grew like a cancer and the silence was louder than ever. 

T'Challa tore his gaze from Nat to look at his sock drawer that was hanging half open. Most likely a mess. T'Challa didn’t need to get up to know that in the center of his strewn socks there was a small black velvet box and in it a ring.

The ring he was going to propose to Nat with. It wasn’t anything complex or flashy. It was centimental as it had once belonged to a his mother, gifted to her on her 16th birthday by her grandmother. She had obtained it from her husband after he had been killed trying to keep the peace between two rival tribes while his family were at home safe from physical harm but not the emotional trauma.

T'Challa had always admired him even if he had been murdered decades before he was born. Maybe he was bias due to all the stories he was told about him as a young boy, maybe it was the truth. T'Challa didn’t really care if the man truly was a hero or not, because he knew the woman he intended to give the ring to most definitely was.

T'Challa looked back down at Nat when he noticed she seemed to have started dreaming. T'Challa already knew what she was going to say.

“I can’t...I can’t...because he said once..once I made something of myself  he’d..he’d be there to take it all away. I can’t lose you...I...I know it’s selfish..but I..I can’t..wake...wake up Challa...please.”

The soft begging broke T'Challa’s heart more than any bullet or spear ever could. The way Natasha seemed so small, so helpless.

Gently T'Challa brushed his fingers through Nat's hair hoping to sooth her. “Shh..shh It’s okay Tasha.” He soothed softly even if he was talking without speaking.

T'Challa closed his eyes and pressed his lips to Nat's temple as the love of his life sobbed loudly and shouted for a medic. T'Challa knew what would happen next.

The darkness would cast him away, and with flick of the lights in his place would be Clint or Steve or Wanda or Yelena or all four kneeling at the edge of the bed trying to console their best friend.

Trying desperately to help her come to terms with T'Challa’s death.

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Cherry Slushies

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff (platonic), Steve Rogers x Wanda Maximoff

Word Count: 774

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings: Mentions of drug & alcohol abuse

Wanda glanced out the window of her car after coming to a stop & shifting it into park. She didn't shut the engine off-off because she wouldn't be there for long. The house in front of her was dark, nestled in behind two large oak trees, but the light from the street lamp made it easy to make out Natasha. Her friend sat curled up on the steps of the porch, her shoulder pressed against the brick column, with her knees drawn up under her chin.

She shot a quick text to her boyfriend before getting out of the car like he had asked her to - both to let Steve know she'd found Nat & also so he'd know when she arrived there in case anything happened.

You couldn't be too careful with the crowd of assholes Nat was running with. Rich kids with too much money from Mommy & Daddy and too much time on their hands. Cruel & rotten from the inside out, but rolling in enough alcohol & drugs to keep Natasha as high & drunk as she wanted to be.

Tonight was the first time she had heard from her friend in well over a month. When Wanda got the text saying come get me along with an address at 3am, she only hesistated a minute before getting in her car.

God, Wanda really hoped this was the last time she'd have to do this. Tonight was supposed to be her night of undisturbed sleep since Pietro took Ronan for two days for some 'uncle-nephew bonding' as he put it. (Which Steve & Wanda were pretty grateful for.)

What was the alternative? Ignoring Nat's pleas only to find out later she's missing - or worse?

Wanda: She's still here

Steve: Does she look alright?

Wanda peered up at the porch. Nat's green eyes were opened and seemed to be awake, so that was promising at least.

Wanda: I think so

Steve: Good. Just please be careful.

Wanda: I will. I think the party is over though - she's the only one out here. I'll let you know when we get around the block

Steve: I wish I went with you

Wanda smiled at his over-protectiveness.

Wanda: We'll be fine. Love you

Steve: Love you too

Wanda climbed out of the car, & shutted the door quietly behind her. She walked around the front end and leaned against the side instead of walking up to the house. She'd rather keep her distance.

"You alright?" She called out.

Instead of answering, Nat stood to her feet. She was mostly steady as she walked down the steps & sidewalk towards her, which was load off Wanda's mind. She'd rather not have to take her to the ER like last time.

When Nat reached her side, Wanda could see that other than the slightly smudged makeup around her eyes & her pale face, Nat seemed like herself. Mostly sober & awake.

"Yeah. I'm fine," she answered. If Wanda didn't know any better, she'd probably believe the lie Nat was telling herself.

"Where to?" Wanda asked once they were both in the car. "Ronan is with Pietro for the night, so if you come back to our apartment you won't have to worry about a crying six month-old."

Nat snorted as she slunched in her seat, leaning her head against the headrest & closing eyes. "Can we go to Seven-Eleven first?" I need a cherry slushie."

Wanda laughed as she pulled away from the curb. She'd wait till they got to the convenience store to text Steve back.

"Really?" She asked. "What are we - ten?"

Natasha scoffed at her. "Slushies aren't just for kids. Fuck society."

Wanda came to a stop at the end of the street & flicked on her turn signal. "That's true I guess." She agreed as the drove off leaving the neighborhood behind.

"Thanks for getting me." Nat said quietly.

Wanda glanced over at her friend. "It's fine. I told you to call if you need me. You just owe me one - maybe two by now." When they got to the convenience store, she pulled into the parking lot & shut the car off before shooting Steve a quick text, letting him know they'd be having company.

"It's more than that." Nat mumbled.

Wanda waited for her friend to go on, breath bated. Was this the moment where Natasha would finally acknowledge what a mess she made of things lately? A little honesty would be refreshing.

But no, apparently not.

"I'm going to owe you for a slushie too. I'm broke, so you're buying."

Wanda scowled at the back of her head as she tugged open the passenger side door & climbed out.

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Pre-Wedding Flirting

Relationships: Steve Rogers x Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts (implied)

Word Count: 419

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings: Very minor seductive flirting, very slight dirty talk

Steve answered the phone without glancing at who the caller was - only one person could be calling him at this moment. "It's not too late to call it quits," he said grinning.

"Never," Wanda replied, & he could practically hear her grinning as well. "But I am seriously considering a change of venue."

"Vegas or the courthouse?"

"Whichever, I'm not picky."

Steve chuckled. "You said you wanted a big, fancy wedding when you were a little kid."

"Yeah, but I also wanted a dinosaur and a trip to Mars.” Wanda sighed overdramatically. “I suppose I can endure this for a few more hours."

"That's the spirit."

"Is Peter still taking the photos?"

"The kid's all set." He looked over at Peter, who was taking photos of the rest of the male half of the bridal party. All of them were gathered in the main living room of the Avengers Compound while the bride & the rest of the ladies were at Stark Tower.

"And you're still not going to tell me where we're taking our bride & groom photos?"

Steve grinned wider. "Nope. You'll just have to wait & see." The secluded beach he found was perfect, & he knew Wanda was going to love it.

"I have ways of making you talk, Captain," Wanda murmured, her voice low.

He surpressed a shiver, thinking about all the times she had "interrogated" him in bed. "I know Doll," he murmured," but I'm holding firm on this one."

"Holding firm, huh? That's what I'll be doing tonight."

Steve could just picture her naughty smile & could feel his cheeks warm. "I love you." He said softly.

"Волим те, капетане."

"Hey Capicle," Tony said loudly from the other side of the room. "Not seeing the bride before the wedding includes not talking to her. Off the phone."

"He's not the boss of you, you know," Wanda said, amused.

"That would be you." Steve said with a smirk. "Just endure the chaos for a few more hours. I'll make it up to you tonight."

"I know you will."

The phone was snatched out of his hand by an impatient Tony. “Sorry, Maximoff, but Captain America has to stop flirting and start getting dressed now. Is my wife there?” There was a pause then Tony grinned. “Hey, Pep. Whatever you do, don’t give the phone back to Wanda. These two might not actually need good luck, but every little bit helps.”

Who needs luck with friends like these? Steve thought, smiling to himself as he got ready for his wedding.

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A Drink

Relationships: Steve Rogers x Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter (implied)

Word Count: 905

Rating: General

Warning: Mentions of alcohol, unwanted male advances

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Wanda stifled a sigh at the unsolicited offer, sparing a glance at the man who suddenly appeared at her elbow. With a tight smile, she held up her beer. "I'm set, thanks."

He smiled at her. "I meant the one after that."

The man wasn't bad-looking, she supposed. Black hair, muscular bulid, perfectly symmetrical face. But there was something smarmy about him. Like the fact he noticed a woman alone at the bar & probably thought to pry her legs open with cheaply bought alcohol.

Wanda lifted her eyebrows at him & pointedly swirled her half-full bottle for demonstration. "I don't think I'm going to be done anytime soon."

Obnoxiously, his smile only widened. As soon as he slid into the stool beside her, she realized her error. "I can wait."

Wanda groaned inwardly. Fucking fuck. She just wanted to enjoy a drink at her favourite hole-in-the-wall in peace. The urge to tell him to fuck off was strong, she could swear she coould hear her bestfriend Nat shouting at her to show him what she's made of, but she got the feeling he'd only take that as a challenge.

A few paces over the man's shoulder she noticed another guy strollup to the bar. He had blond hair, but it was slightly more messy instead of overly gelled pompadour and his face was kind. And much more pleasing to the eye, with his chiseled jaw, blue eyes & natural curve to his smile that made him look approachable, not predatory.

She made a snap decision, flashing a fake smile at the beefcake beside her. "That's awfully nice of you to offer, but my boyfriend prefers to buy all my drinks."

Immediately, Beefcake frowned & narrowed his eyes, clearly not believing her. "Boyfriend? I don't see-"

Wanda was already sliding off her stool, beer in hand, and she swiveled around his stool to stride towards the blond man, who was trying to flag down the bartender without success. "Honey, hi." She said loudly, with more enthusiasm than neccessary, and grabbed his arm. 

He nearly jumped out of his skin, giving her a wide-eyed look. Squeezing his bicep a little too hard, she hurried on before he could blow her cover.

"You walked right by me, silly! This guy offered to buy me a drink while I waited, but I knew you were just running late. Right?"

Blondie blinked at her & then at Beefcake, who was outright scowling now. Understanding dawned in his blue eyes and he gave a quick nod, mouth abruptly pulling into an easy smile. 

"Sorry for being late, Sweetheart." Wanda managed not to wince at the inspid endearment. It wasn't any worse than 'honey' she supposed. He turned his smile to Beefcake next. "I appreciate you looking out for her, bug I can take it from here."

The man's face darkened, and he gave a curt nod. "No problem." Then he stood up & went in search of another hapless victim probably.

Once he was out of sight, Wanda dropped her hand from the man's (very firm) bicep and smiled apologetically. "Sorry for the ambush, but thanks for helping to scare him off."

His smile remained fixed in place as he turned his body to face her fully. "Some guys can't take a hint, I guess."

She snorted. "Not unless that hint has a dick. A woman's 'no' doesn't count for much, apparently."

He winced. "I guess that's true enough. Unfortunately." He lifted his eyebrows humorously. "I'm sorry you you had to pick up a guy in a bar just to stop another guy trying to pick you up in a bar."

It was so absurd she had to laugh. "I guess it's a little ironic. Is that even the right word?"

He laughed as well and lifted a shoulder. "I don't know. Maybe more depressing than ironic." He was even more attractive when he laughed, Wanda thought.  If he had been the one trying to buy her a drink, she might've let him. Maybe.

Abruptly, his gaze shifted over her shoulder, and his smile dropped. She watched him curiously as his mouth parted, like he was going to call someone. He grimaced & sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "Actually, I think ironic might just be the fact that you just scared of my date."

Confused, Wanda craned her neck around to see what he was looking at. Sure enough a pretty blonde was stalking out of the bar, the glower on her face apparent even through the tempered glass windows.

"Shit."

Blondie just shrugged again, smile quickly returning. With a sigh, Wanda waved down the bartender, Sam, to get his attention. "I guess it's only fair I buy you a drink then." When Sam gave her a questioning look, she held her bottle for him. He nodded & grabbed another from the fridge, bringing it over to them. He popped the cap off & set it down roughly before turning to the next customer.

Blondie widened his eyes mockingly as he took the bottle. "Well, that's awfully nice of you ma'am, but I hope you're not expecting anything in return."

A smile flitted across her lips as she took a sip of her drink. "Nothing really. A name of my supposed boyfriend would be nice though."

"I suppose it would. Well in that case, I'm Steve." He replied extending his hand out to her.

"Wanda."

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One Last Chance?

Relationships: Carol Danvers x Pietro Maximoff, Steve Rogers x Wanda Maximoff (implied), Pietro Maximoff x Daisy Johnson (implied)

Word Count: 661

Rating: General

Warnings: Mentions of alcoholism, angst

A gift for @caroldanversxpietromaximoff

Even in her intoxicated state, Carol knew she shoudn't have been at his doorstep. Things had ended between them a long time ago, but Carol had to see him after she heard the news of his engagement. She attempted to gently knock on the door, but just ended up pounding it a few times.

She stepped back & took a deep breath. Much to her surprise, Pietro answered the door - though his face had confusion written all over it. And she took note of the fact he was wearing his favourite pajamas.

"Carol, what are you doing here? It's almost midnight."

"I hope I'm not interupting anything, I just need to talk to you."

"Oh....um.......we haven't talked in months." 

"I know and I'm sorry."

"It's alright. Do you want to come in?" Even though they'd been broken up for months, Pietro still had the urge to take care of the reckless hero.

"Yeah, yeah I do." Pietro stepped to the side to let Carol in. As she passed him, he could smell the alcohol off of her.

Carol still remembered the day Pietro moved out of their shared apartment & into his own. It was raining & Steve almost fell down the stairs while he & Wanda were helping.

"This is a nice place." She mumbled while looking around his living room.

"Thanks I guess. I'm actually moving out soon. I don't know if you've heard, but I proposed to my girlfriend yesterday."

"I've heard........" Carol trailed off as her eyes fell on a photo of Pietro with his arm around another girl's shoulders. It made her heart ache to see someone else make him happy.

"Is this your fiancé?"

"Yeah, her name is Daisy. I was actually hoping you could meet her soon." Carol ignored the last part & instead turned her attention back to him.

"When are you getting married?"

"I'll tell only if you can keep a secret."

"I was in the Airforce & a superhero. I know how to keep a secret, Maximoff."

"The ceremony is set for July. We still haven't figured out the day yet."

"July? July is only two months away." Carol stated trying to not let the fact their anniversary was July 11th get the better of her.

"I know its a rush, but I love her so much. We're excited to start our lives together-" Carol's face dropped, & Pietro remembered how hard Carol took their break-up.

"Carol I'm-"

"Don't marry her."

"What?"

"Don't get married. Come back home with me."

"Carol, please don't do this."

"Pietro......I'm still in love with you. I don't want to love anyone else but you."

"You don't mean that. You're drunk. Someday you'll find someone new." He really wished she had told him these things when they were together.

"No, I won't! Please give us anthor try, one last time. If you're not happy, we'll break up for good."

"No, Carol, I'm engaged."

"That doesn't mean anything. We can still be together!"

"If my engagement to Daisy means nothing, what would our engagement mean?"

"You know that's not what I meant." He shook his head with a sigh, his eyes falling back on her. Carol Danvers, the same stubborn woman he broke up with a year ago.

"Look, there was a point after our break up that I would've happily left whoever I was with to get back with you, but now? Now I'm happy with Daisy."

Her hand slowly reached & grabbed his, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she squeezed it.

"I've never stopped loving you, & I never will-"

"Carol, I'm sorry, I can't-"

"Please Pietro.......pl-please." She begged while choking back more tears.

"I'm sorry Carol-"

"Yeah. I'm sorry too."

Carol dropped his hand and brushed past him. He heard the door close followed by a frustrated scream from Carol.

Silent tears rolled down his own cheeks as he clenched his fists.

"I never stopped loving you either." He whispered to his empty apartment.

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That’s it…

Wakanda need milkshakes and fries!

And a Starbucks!

@ask-nat-romanova you were right (she always is), this is delicious.

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Okay, so... Natchalla on "visiting orphanages" and "clumsy couple"

so for visiting orphanages? 

T'Challa does this on the regular so of course he’d take Nat. and the Wakandan kids would just…love her. touch her hair, ask her to do fighting moves for them (because of course they know who she is)

she’d just soak it in. let her soft side come out. super precious in my mind tbh

whenever T'Challa came without Nat, the kids would ask for her

and she can’t do much for them but she’d just. love them deeply. she can’t have kids so this feels like the closest she could ever get

and then clumsy couple:

T’CHALLA WOULD FREEZE SO MUCH AROUND HER OKAY

both of them have such great balance and aren’t clumsy at all, but around each other? ha. different story

Nat never allows herself to be distracted but he definitely distracts her 

and he is like. taken with her. watches her absentmindedly

so of course they’d trip constantly around each other

and Okoye in the back laughing her face off

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Nat: Honey, I need to go.

T'Challa: I can't let go of you...

Nat: Seriously.

T'Challa: I CAN'T LET GO OF YOUR HAND I MEAN IT!

Nat: ...wait

Okoye: *laughing behind curtain, holding a tube of super glue*

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I really can’t tell how many hoodies i have because @ask-nat-romanova keeps stealing them all. Maybe i should start make her eat healthy every time i see her wearing my hoodies or t-shirts.

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HC! Natchalla (Natasha and T'Challa)

Natchalla…a rare ship but one i think makes a lot of sense after watching Civil War. Nat…clearly flirting and/or evaluating T’Challa’s strengths imo. i don’t think this ship will ever mean anything to the MCU but hey, it’s fun to imagine!

so…Nat has a lot of history. lost her parents, had a tortuous childhood

grew up needing to pretend to be strong

T’Challa also lost his father. had a better childhood, and is more able to reveal his emotions

he would complement her so beautifully in that he can encourage her to open up, and he’d trust her when he needs to open up

it would take a long time, but she’d learn how to talk about her past more freely and allow herself to break down

he’d worry sick when she goes on missions

he’s just. strong for her. she’s never allowed herself to be weak before. and suddenly here’s someone who can protect her, and she trusts him to

she also helps ground him when he is emotional and is about to lose it. she helps him to think before he moves rather than go with his gut

also, quick PS, the lab would Fit Her Up with new gear

and they’d totally spar

quick note: I’ve heard this ship called racist. but really…shipping two characters? racist? look beyond blood and skin color, and think of personalities, interactions. all of that means more than just race, both in real life and for character ships. :) 

rae’s 500 sleepover - come say hi! 

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well but you cannot tell me that nat and t'challa didn’t have a thing in civil war

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Claws

Relationships: Natasha Romanoff x T'Challa Udaku, Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers (mentioned)

Word Count: 586

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

"I'm on the phone," Natasha mouthed, ducking out of T'Challa's arms.

He pushed out his bottom lip as he removed his helmut and looked around her apartment. This was one of the few days off they shared. Who could be so important that she was going to waste the little time they could spend together?

"Challa" she hissed when he moved behind her and pulled her down to his lap on the couch. He ignored her annoyance and hooked her knees on the outside of his, spreading her legs wide.

Her baggy Red Hot Chilli Peppers shirt rose up, pooling around her hips. Nat inhaled sharply, glancing at him over her shoulder.

"Sounds like a perfect date," she said into the phone. "for the wedding."

T'Challa's eyes widened and a devious smile spread over his face. There was only two people that were likely on the other end of the phone who'd be talking about a wedding; Steve or Wanda.

He ran the tips of his claws teasingly up the inside of her thighs and Nat shifted slightly.

"Blue & red is a fairly easy colour scheme to work with."

Yeah it's definetely Wanda.

He hooked a claw into the edge of her red panties and pulled them aside. She ground against him and huffed, phone still to her ear.

T'Challa brought his other hand to her face, tapping the pad of one finger against her lips. "Suck," he breathed in her free ear.

"So the bridal party is me, Pepper, Carol, Bucky, Tony, & Pietro," she said before parting her lips and softly sucking T'Challa's gloved finger.

He pulled it away and kissed her cheek. The dampened finger traveled down between her spread legs and made a lazy circle against her clit, claw carefully held away. Nat shuddered, pressing her ass against the bulge in T'Challa's suit.

"You don't sound too keen on dress-shopping."

She dropped her head back against T'Challa's shoulder, hips gyrating and seeking more friction. "I want to fuck you," he murmured. "Think you can keep up your very important conversation then?"

She whimpered quietly. "Sorry, the cat came in looking for food."

T'Challa grinned and removed his suit, pushing Nat up to her feet. She stood on shaky legs as he pushed his underwear halfway down his legs.

He grabbed Nat's hips and led her to lean over the arm of the couch.

"Bachelorette party is bound to be fun," Nat said into the phone.

She dropped it to the couch as T'Challa pushed her panties aside and thrust into her from behind.

"Fuck," she hissed.

"You shouldn't keep your bestfriend waiting," he teased, reaching around to touch her as he began a slow rock.

Nat fumbled with her phone. "Sorry Maximoff, the phone slipped out of my hands. Yes, I'd be happy to."

"I'm sure you would," T'Challa said, picking up his pace, fingertips digging into her hips.

"Challa? Yeah he's doing well."

T'Challa raised an eyebrow, slowing down to a steady rock again.

Nat laughed then and clenched around him, making him groan. "I can't believe Ronan is nearly two already." She pushed back against him, encouragingly.

T'Challa chuckled and pulled almost completely out before slamming back into her, relishing in the sharp gasp he pulled from Nat.

"That sounds great. I'm looking forward to it...you too, Maximoff." She tossed the phone across the couch. "Apparently Maximoff thinks we make a good match."

"Does she really?" T'Challa panted, beginning to lose his rhythm. "Imagine that."

"What a crazy idea."

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Out Of Time

Relationships: Bucky Barnes x Peggy Carter

Summary: AU where Bucky goes back in time instead of Steve

Word Count: 1.5k

Rating: General

Warnings: Fluff, angst, brief mentions of death

A gift for @buckybarnesxpeggycarter

It had been exactly two years since Bucky left her; since he lost his grip and plummeted to his death from the train.

Not a day went by that Peggy didn’t think of him, whether it be a flash of a goofy childish smirk in a crowd or the blue eyes of her coworker or every godforsaken time someone would call her “Ma’am."

Peggy hadn't danced once since. She couldn’t bear to do it when she still held the guilt of rejecting Bucky's very last offer of a dance. She had originally done it in an attempt to uphold the sercrecy of their relationship, but in hindsight it ended up doing more harm than good. People said she needed to get her head out of the past, but the past is where he was, so Peggy thought she'd stay a little longer.

The voice of her assistant rung out, drawing her attention from the files she was mindlessly scanning to his exasperated frame.

“Agent Carter?”

Shaking her head to clear it, Peggy forced a half-smile on her lips as she replied, “Yes, Charles?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, but there’s a man here that is incredibly adamant about seeing you. I told him that he needs to schedule an appointment but he refuses to leave. Should I call security or-?”

"No, no, it’s fine. I’m not very busy at the moment so you can just send him in,” Charles was half-way out the door as she called, “Feel free to take a break, afterwards! You’ve been working especially hard lately; you deserve it!"

Peggy heard a retreating, “Thank you!” from Charles just before the door closed, and Peggy closed the folder on her desk before putting her head in her hands, in an attempt to prepare herself for the likely pugnacious client that was seconds away from walking in.

The distinct sound of the door opening and closing reached her ears and Peggy slapped on her best smile before she lifted her head.

The eyes tend to play tricks on the heartbroken, but Peggy was sure that what she was seeing before her was real.

In an instant, Peggy was on her feet. The chair she was sitting on was launched backwards, slamming it into the wall, and her hand ripped the pistol from its place taped under her desk. Peggy pointed the barrel between the eyes of the man, of the person that looked frighteningly similiar to the love of her life, the man who disappeared into a ravine;

Bucky.

His hands slowly rose over his head, one gloved and one not, standing in surrender as his fingers trembled and his eyes welled with tears.

Her heart ached to touch him but her mind knew better, so she stood with a desk and a gun filling the space between the two of them, suspicion and distrust in Peggy's eyes as she stared him down.

“What and who are you? Who sent you? What are you doing here?” she fired off in rapid succession. Peggy's emotions swirled further and further into chaos the longer she looked at him, drinking in his features that look nearly the same as they did before he left on the ill-fated mission, albeit a little more hardened from the weight of a life that Peggy had no knowledge of that rested on his shoulders.

He stepped closer to her, his voice like wavering satin as he spoke, “Peg. It’s me. It’s Bucky.”

“Prove it.”

His gloved hand lowered toward his pocket and Peggy tightened at his movements, her eyes reproachful as her finger jumped to the trigger.

He froze, holding her gaze as he murmured softly, “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise. I'm not going to hurt anyone ever again.”

Something in Peggy cracked at his words, at the tone in his voice that was full of so much tender love and longing. She lowered the gun while her head was screaming no but her heart refused to listen; she couldn’t help but trust him.

The tension in his shoulders relaxed and he continued to reach down, fishing a small object out of his pocket before slowly advancing forward, placing it on her desk, and backing away.

Peggy sucked in a deep breath to keep the tears at bay but she failed miserably. She didn’t need to open it to know what it was. Her fingers were trembling as they close around the beaten compass, and the tears fell heavy and unrelenting as she seen the old picture of her nestled within.

With weak knees, Peggy walked towards Bucky, letting her eyes devour him in his entirety as she fell into his arms. The familiar scent washed over her and his touch felt like home and it was all too much. She noticed that his left arm felt off, metalic even, like it was a prostethic of some kind, and she realised his hair was a good bit longer, and he had a beard, but she was too overwhelmed to even bother questioning. She was sure he'd eventually give her an explanation to everything.

The soon room filled with her sobs and she eventually managed to muster a simple, “How?”

His head buried into the crook of her neck and Peggy could feel his own tears trickling down her skin, pooling in the dips of her collarbones. His hands found the small of her waist and the nape of her neck. It took him a moment to gather himself, his lips brushed against her skin as he started to pull away, choking out, “You might want to sit down to hear it.”

“Not a chance,” Peggy asserted, gripping his collar with both hands before pulling him towards her, crashing her lips to his in a passionate kiss. His lips were full and so was her heart as the kiss stretched on for a few seconds more before Peggy pulled away, a soft smile on her face as she observed the red lipstick that decorated his lips.

With a gentle touch, she ghosted her fingertips over his mouth. His hot shuddering breath fanned over the back of her hand, causing a shiver to run down her spine. The feeling was both familiar and foreign as she had not felt it for so long. Bucky placed his hand over hers and held it, pressing her fingertips to his lips.

“I've missed you.”

His eyes flashed at her words, holding so much pain and sadness and love as he murmured, “I missed you, too, Peg.”

*Seven years later*

“Can I have a bite?” Bucky asked with his best puppy dog eyes, looking down at the cookie-holding little girl that sat innocently on his lap.

She shook her head, “No!” before taking another bite. Bucky’s mouth dropped open in shock and Peggy couldn’t help but laugh as he feigned hurt, holding his hand over his chest, “Do you not love me anymore, Ivy?”

Ivy furrowed her brows at Bucky, “I love you, Daddy. But I also love cookie.”

Bucky let out a laugh before stood in one swift motion, wrapping a strong arm around his daughter to carry her at his side like a football. A high-pitched squeal escaped her as he charged toward Peggy, she only had enough time to stand before his arm was around her waist and he was carrying her on his other side.

Peggy and Ivy yelped and laughed along with Grant who was sitting on the ground watching as Bucky spun around, yelling like a mad man while he ran throughout the living room, hopping over the coffee tables and vaulting over the couch and practically bouncing off the walls.

“Jamie! Put us down!” Peggy yelled between laughs and he was quick to oblige, pulling the both of them tight to his chest before falling back on the couch beside their son in a heap of limbs and hair and cookie crumbs.

“No, again!” Ivy squealed from her spot mushed between her and brother and father’s embrace. 

Peggy couldn’t help but grin wide as she gaze at her daughter's excited form. Her eyes sparkled, holding the same innocent, wonder-filled look in them that Bucky did when she first met him at a boot camp all those years ago. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Peggy leaned forward to press her lips against Ivy's forehead before prying herself from Bucky's metal grip, “You heard the girl, take her for another whirl,” he was halfway through lunging for her when she held a hand up, a single brow cocked, “without Mom this time.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at her sass before shooting her a wink and stealing a quick kiss, earning a “Yuck,” from both Grant and Ivy . He was quick on his feet as he held Ivy in his arms, twirling around the living room floor with her giggling and shrieking in delight.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Peggy settled into the couch, watching the scene play out before her. A content sigh escaped her lips and a warmth spread from her heart as she wrapped an arm around Grant's shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of his messy dark mop as he cuddled into her side.

They finally got their happy ending.

[neon-vials]

Mail Order Groom

Relationships: Peggy Carter x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Marriage was not something Margaret "Peggy" Carter ever intended to enter into. For one, she wasn't suited to being a meek domestic housewife, and two, she hadn't met a man who would remotely be able to change her mind. Most of them were absolute boors, who didn't believe women should be allowed to think for themselves or do anything that wasn't tending to said men's needs.

Word Count: 1046

Rating: General

Warnings: Fluff

A gift for @buckybarnesxpeggycarter

Marriage was not something Margaret “Peggy” Carter ever intended to enter into. For one, she wasn’t suited to being a meek domestic housewife, and two, she hadn’t met a man who would remotely be able to change her mind. Most of them were absolute boors, who didn’t believe women should be allowed to think for themselves or do anything that wasn’t tending to said men’s needs.

She was happy to run her small town all by herself and didn’t care what the gossips and old fashioned idiots said.

But when it came time for re-election as mayor, her shady opponent managed to get the town council to revive an old law that would require her to have a husband in order to run for mayor.

Furious, Peggy nearly took Thompson’s head off, but all her lectures and wrath would not move the town council, several of whom were vocal opponents of a woman in leadership.

Aggravated beyond all reason, Peggy steamed for a while, but finally decided she’d either have to find a trophy husband somehow or give up and let Thompson run the place into the ground.

She made discreet inquiries with an agency that was known for matching mail order spouses for those in need of one. After filling out their questionnaire, she was put into correspondence with one James Buchanan Barnes, a bachelor from New York, who was interested in making a move West, but lacked the funds.

James handled her long distance interrogation with patience and honesty, both of which Peggy appreciated in a man.

She explained the reasons for her needing a husband and braced herself to be disillusioned once again, but much to her surprise, James' answering letter expressed outrage toward the town council and offered his full support of her run for re-election.

He sounded much too good to be true, but so far the private investigator the agency used to verify their client’s character had not been able to find any history of fraud with him. He’d been in trouble for assaulting a man before,  but the charges were dropped because James had been defending a woman's honor.

¤

“Can he cook, too?” Peggy’s friend Angie asked after Peggy shared the latest letter with her.

"He says he can, albeit nothing fancy. But I don’t need fancy. I need edible."

Peggy and Angie shared a chuckle over Peggy’s famous kitchen disasters.

“Well. I’d say snatch him up! You’re not going to find any better husband candidate in time for the election and he’s agreed to your conditions. So if you’re gonna go for it, go for it, Peg.”

And Peggy did. A couple weeks later, she waited at the train station for her prospective groom. She didn’t really know what he’d looked like, beyond his brief description of himself. As the passengers disembarked, Peggy scanned the crowd nervously, wondering which one was James.

A tall bearded man approached her, removing his hat to reveal a head of slightly shaggy dark brown hair.

“Mayor Carter?” He asked, looking hopefully at her with very attractive blue eyes.

Peggy’s stomach did a flip as she realized just how very handsome he was. Please let this be James! begged the voice in her head.

“Yes,” she managed to reply calmly. “Are you James Barnes?”

“I am. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, ma’am.”

James held out his hand and she returned his firm shake, both seeming to silently be sizing each other up. He was pretty tall and broad shouldered and looked sturdy enough to endure the hard work of the West, but his eyes were kind, not hard, and he looked like he smiled a lot.

All in all, it was a very promising picture and Peggy found herself not nearly so opposed to marriage as she had been.

James, on the other hand, couldn’t believe his good fortune. He’d already fallen for the strong spirit of the woman he’d been writing to and now seeing her in person, he was almost struck speechless by her. He hoped she would give him the chance to try and win her heart.

¤

“I trust your journey was uneventful?” She asked, as she drove them out to the ranch she owned. Of course, she couldn’t live there herself right now, but it would make a good home once the two of them married.

“It was,” James answered. “Unless you call the overly loud snoring of my old roomate to be eventful.”

Peggy chuckled. “Well, here you’ll have the whole place to yourself, at least for a little while.”

“You don’t live here?”

“No. Too many headaches for a single woman to live alone out here. I’m rooming in town for now. When we marry, I will move out here with you. I much prefer the space out here.”

“How much time do you have to make a decision on marriage before the election?” James questioned.

“About three weeks,” Peggy answered. “But I have already made up my mind. I want to give you a chance to get to know this place and see if you could actually endure marriage to me. I tend to scare the men off.”

“I don’t scare easily,” James replied with a small smile.

¤

Sure enough, James was still there three weeks later and he and Peggy went before the judge to be joined in holy matrimony.

“What a lovely ring!” Peggy admired after it was over.

“It was my mother’s,” James explained, looking down at her left hand with a proud expression. “Father had it specially made for her.”

“Oh, James. I’m honored,” she said, very touched that he’d given her a family heirloom after such a short time of courtship. “You didn’t have to give me this.”

“I wanted to,” he told her honestly. “My mother would have loved you.”

And I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you. He thought.

Peggy trotted out her new husband at her announcement of running for re-election and the town went wild, except for the sulky town council members, who were forced to accept her entry and very unhappy about it.

It didn’t take long for James to win the heart of Peggy and the loyalty of the town.

Thompson was soundly defeated and sulked for a long time.

[neon-vials]

Heatwave

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers

Summary: Wanda, someone who grew up in a country that never had heatwave, now must deal with one in New York.

Word Count: 898

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), steamy sex, fingering

A gift for @scarletamerica-standa

Wanda groaned, angrily pushing the pillow from under her head and off the bed where it joined the comforter already on the floor.

She pressed her cheek to the mattress which was marginally cooler than the pillow.

A blessing in the scorching heat she had to suffer.

Summer should be banned from New York, as the city clearly couldn't provide conditions to deal with that hell.

She missed the old, Sokovian buildings with their cold walls and neverceasing drafts, & the all of about three days the sun would make it's annual appearance.

Here nothing eased the heat.

She was wearing Steve's undershirt. And nothing else.

It still felt like too much.

Living felt too much in this fucking heatwave.

"Do something about it." Wanda moved her leg and poked Steve's calf with her toes.

"Hmm."

Steve was sprawled on his back, unabashedly naked. With his hands under his head, he was listening to some podcast on his phone.

Wanda kicked him, harder than it was necessary.

"Do. Something." She growled, her accent thicker than usual.

The mattress started losing its chill factor, adding to Wanda's annoyance.

"It's not like I can turn off the sun." Steve sighed, removing his ear buds.

They already had two fans working. All the drapes were closed shutting off most of the sunlight.

Their apartment didn't have AC and Steve was too cheap to install one right now in the middle of a heatwave which, as he put it, companies used to introduce their greedy, inhuman mark-up.

Wanda knew the prices of the same product differed drastically, depending on the season, but she might murder Steve before winter comes if he doesn't find a way to cool their apartment.

"You fought alien armies, surely you can aid your wife before she catches on fire!"

Steve stared at her for a long moment then shook his head.

"And you say I'm dramatic," he muttered under his breath as he got off the bed.

Wanda had no desire to move even a bit, but Steve doing a nude parade was motivating enough to lift her head and watch.

It was a glorious view.

He disappeared in the kitchen for a long moment. Wanda sighed in disappointment and flopped on her back.

She wiggled out of the undershirt, but the relief was short-lived. It was so fucking hot.

"зајеби ово срање." She muttered to herself in frustration

"Here." Steve came back with a cup in his hand. He picked something out of it and placed it on Wanda's lips.

The cold piece melted fast and Wanda opened her mouth to swallow the ice chip.

Steve popped one into his mouth, too, then put the cup on Wanda's nightstand.

He returned to the bed, climbing next to Wanda.

With his finger he wiped a trickle of water on the side of Wanda's mouth then leaned down to kiss her.

A small piece of ice was still in his mouth and he rolled it over his tongue, slipping it between Wanda's parted lips.

Her moan rushed his blood south.

Steve rolled on top of her. Not breaking their kiss, he fumbled for another ice chip.

"Cooler now?" he asked, nipping her lower lip.

"Yes and no." She rasped out, her eyes half closed.

Wanda gripped his hair, trying to pull him down for another kiss, but Steve moved.

"јебати!" Wanda's back arched, fingers clenching in Steve's hair, when suddenly his mouth closed around her nipple.

First there was cold on her heated skin - ice sliding over her nipple. Then Steve's hot breath and his tongue flicking the little peak.

Wanda raked her fingernails down Steve's scalp and over his nape as he worked over her breasts.

When he reached for another ice piece and moved even lower, she dropped her hands to the sides and fisted the sheet.

It was torment. Delicious, overwhelming torture of contrasting sensations.

And it didn't cool her off, not at all.

"Don't you dare-" Wanda breathed out, feeling cold drops trickling down the juncture of her thigh.

Steve's long eyelashes fluttered and he looked up at her. All mischief and resolve.

He rolled the ice over her clit then sucked.

Wanda screamed. Her back bowed, thighs trembling.

Steve held her legs open as he mouthed at her core. He focused on licking around her folds until ice melted completely, he knew better than to try fucking her with his tongue with the cold still on it.

Adding his fingers, he quickly brought her to another peak.

By the time Wanda's second orgasm subsided, she wasn’t sure if the sheets were wet from ice or her.

It didn't matter much. Nor did the temperature.

Only Steve's heat when he covered her body with his and slid inside.

Usually taking him in was a bit of a stretch, but he got her so sopping she felt only pleasant fullness.

Later, Steve rolled onto his back, with Wanda on top. She rested her head on his chest, her hand right over his hammering heart.

"We're so sticky we might as well be glued together." Wanda sighed, but made no attempt to move away.

"I wouldn't mind." Steve shrugged.

His fingers traced patterns on her back. When he dipped lower and palmed Wanda's ass, she stirred.

Wanda lifted her head, grinning at him.

"What?" He asked, squeezing her butt.

"I'm gonna get more ice chips."

[neon-vials]

Stress Relief

Relationships: Sharon Carter x Vision

Word Count: 1096

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), mechanophilia

A gift for @sharvision

Running missions was meant to be stressful, but nothing was more stressful for Sharon than going on a week-long mission on the opposite side of the world with no contact to her friends. It didn’t help that she was aware of the camera and microphones in her room - she had gone over a week at this point with absolutely zero time by herself. 

The moment she made her way to her room upon returning to the compound Sharon changed into a pair of comfortable pajamas, flopping down onto her bed and basking in the silence and time alone.

However, a week under surveillance did lead to some… frustrations. Which was why she found her hand moving slowly down her waist before arriving at her waistband.

There was always a chance Vision would hover into her room unannounced, but he knew that once she finished missions she would typically fall right asleep. So Sharon doubted he was going to show up for at least a few hours.

Sharon's fingers slid lower before she finally slid them over her already slick folds, whimpering quietly at the sensation that she hadn’t been able to feel in what felt like forever.

As Sharon continued to please herself, she didn’t think much about controlling her volume. So when she noticed something materializing in the wall it was too late to cover herself up as Vision appeared. 

Sharon let out a yell as she jerked her hand back, chest heaving as her heart beated at what felt like a mile a second. “God- Vision!”

Vision seemed rather embarrassed, his eyes taking in the scene as he processed what was happening. “I’m sorry, I knew you had come back from a mission and I didn’t know if you were in pain or not… judging by the noises.” 

Sharon felt bad for shouting at him initially, he was probably just worried. “I’m okay I was just- I was… you know, I-”

“It’s okay, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Vision responded.

The room was completely silent for a few moments, both of them just staring at each other for a moment, it seemed like neither of them knew exactly what to say.

"Is there something else you wanted?" Sharon questioned curiously as she watched Vision seemingly have a mental debate with himself for a second before finally speaking.

“Well, I suppose. I was wondering if it might be more… pleasurable for you to have a partner.” Vision responded, having a hard time meeting her eyes.

“What are you asking, Vision?” Sharon questioned, not sure if he was insinuating he be her partner or that he goes and finds her a partner. 

Vision finally met her eyes, his face still rather nervous. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel some way toward you… human or… carnal. I… I could help you and I think it might be mutually beneficial.” 

For a moment Sharon just watched him, her entire body tingling and heating up. Of course she was attracted to Vision, she was with him almost every day. But she didn’t think he felt anywhere near the same way about her, now here he was… prepositioning her. 

“I want that,” Sharon finally mumbled out, barely louder than a whisper. Nevertheless, Vision heard her and was basically on top of her in an instant.

There was a moment in which their eyes met, a silent question to which they both knew the answer. There was no hesitation in the air, and within seconds their lips met. 

The kiss was rather gentle, despite the underlying intentions. It felt as though it grew needier by the second, only more so as Sharon noticed Vision slide his hand where he had found hers only moments before. 

A moan escaped her throat as she felt Vision’s fingers slide down her folds, pushing two inside of her as he kept his thumb firmly against her clit. 

“Vi-Vision this is really-” Sharon was cut off, feeling him curling his fingers inside of her causing her to let out a moan. “Really nice but I- I want you to be inside of me.” 

It’s not that the idea of someone she's had a massive crush on for weeks fingering her didn’t excite Sharon because it certainly did. But she just had so much pent up frustration from the mission, and it seemed like Vision could sense that as he removed his hand from her and allowed her to start removing his clothes as he removed hers. 

Once everything was taken off, Sharon allowed herself a few moments to admire him before watching in fascination as his length materialized. 

She didn’t have much time to admire him, though, as he quickly plunged himself into her. They both took a moment to adjust, Vision holding onto one of her cheeks and bringing her lips back up to his for just a moment before Sharon let him know that he could continue.

Just as soon as Sharon said it Vision set a rather fast pace. He seemed to know exactly what kind of stress relief she needed from the mission and he seemed more than willing to give it to her. 

Sharon let out a loud moan, clinging onto Vision as he thrust into her repeatedly. As if it wasn’t wonderful enough, he quickly reattached one of his fingers to her clit and began rubbing circles around the nerves. 

It was easy for Sharon to get lost in him, but she wanted to keep her eyes open. She wanted to see Vision, because she wanted him to know she wouldn’t just be doing this with anyone. 

As Sharon felt herself nearing her climax, she pulled Vision’s face back down to hers as she finished. Her moans being swallowed by his mouth as he finished seconds after she did. 

Vision pulled himself out and plopped down on the bed beside her, growing shocked for a moment as Sharon curled up into his side instantly but quickly responded by wrapping an arm around her.

“Vis?”

“What is it?”

“You know I wanted this with you… right… I wouldn’t have done this with anyone else.” Sharon admitted, feeling him squeeze her a little bit tighter.

“That’s what I was hoping.” He replied, feeling her smile against his chest before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Get some sleep, you’re late for your usual nap.”

Sharon laughed lightly, but he was right. She quickly fell asleep, her body pressed tightly against Vision’s as her mind completely drifted from the stress of her long mission.