#(that mug shows up on her nightstand before nat even gives it to her)

[weakzen]

i haven't seen ep07 of yellowjackets yet (no spoily pls, will watch later today), but i noticed some fuckin weird blocking in ep06, things like characters perfectly centered in-frame with an unflinching focus that goes on a little too long, or characters surrounded by a little too much empty space, characters off-kilter and pressed uncomfortably close to the edge of the screen (the scene where misty & lottie finally speak face-to-face in the compound is a great example--it doesn't feel like they're looking at each other or even having a shared conversation or a shared scene at all in the shot-reverse-shot dialogue bc they're both skewed that far to the edge of the frame) and then, at the end of the episode, shauna breaks the fourth wall entirely, stares directly into the camera sobbing and repeatedly asks us why we can't we hear her baby crying.

it ain't accidental, and considering they've already been cheeky as fuck with their episode naming this season ('friends romans countrymen' PLEASE!!), and considering the (alleged) final episode of this season is titled 'storytelling', and considering they've been hinting at and playing with metatext and diegesis for a while now (the wilderness itself, play-acting, characters repeatedly hearing things we as the audience just can't perceive for some reason, ben & misty reading the motherfucking magus!!), i reeallllly hope we're in store for some truly wild meta-fuckery bc i fucking love that shit, especially in horror, where you can use it to turn audience into character and terrify well beyond the boundary of narrative medium.

[nothoughtsonlynat]

Hiii lovely I was wondering could you please do a masculine!older!beefy!natasha and a young!petie!shy!reader where reader and Natasha are close friends and Natasha is ALWAYS in the gym so r goes to find her and they see her in men’s gym shorts and a sports bra with her MAJOR abs and biceps on show and reader gets all flustered I don’t know what else to add so if you don’t mind please can you finish this your own way because I have no idea thank you so much<33333

Kim Possible and the Creep

word count: 1k

A/N: thank you for the request, anon! hope you like it :)

When you became an Avenger three years ago, the team had been hesitant. They were kind, but unsure of having someone so young on the team. They kept you out of the field unless absolutely necessary, but you eventually had the chance to prove yourself. Steve, Tony, and the others were much more accepting once they saw you effortlessly lift a bus through the air with nothing but your mind.

You quickly formed new friendships with everyone, and the bunch of you grew closer each day. You would deny having a favorite until the day you die, but you were definitely closest with Natasha. The older woman never failed to make you smile, even before you had broken out of your shell. It was hard for you to get comfortable with people, but with her, it came easy.

You often found yourself sleeping in her room after hard missions or spine-chilling nightmares. To you, her strong arms were the most secure place in the world. The team liked to tease the pair of you for being attached at the hip. Tony, especially, enjoyed making sly comments that never failed to turn your ears bright red.

‘Romanoff, are you gonna ask Y/N out or what? The poor girl might as well look at you with heart eyes.’

‘Y/N, Romanoff, come here. Now either kiss or confess because this is getting old.’

‘Is there any particular reason you two always share a bed? Please, don’t exclude any details.’

You’d seen Natasha giving you some not-so-platonic looks in the past, but never failed to convince yourself that you had imagined it. Every time you planned to ask her out for coffee or a date to the aquarium, you choked on your words and chickened out.

Lately you’d been seeing Natasha less and less. You knew she wasn’t avoiding you, but, as lame as it sounds, you didn’t know how to spend your day without her. Everyone in the compound knew of Nat’s love for working out, and it had paid off. You may have been a bit shy around the redhead, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t notice her biceps when she wore a tank top that showcased them perfectly.

Sighing, you threw your book down beside you on the bed, giving up on the blur of words filling the pages. Natasha had been down in the gym for the past hour, and you were laying in her room, bored out of your mind. You tried watching TV, writing mission reports, and reading a book, but nothing succeeded in getting her off your mind.

You looked to your left and saw Natasha’s empty coffee mug sitting on her nightstand. It made you think of the endless dates you had planned as you chewed on the inside of your cheek. Coffee shop, pumpkin patch, aquarium, picnic in the park, projecting a movie in the backyard. You’d thought of it all. With a determined nod, you rose from the bed and made your way to the gym.

Pushing open the thick glass doors, you immediately spotted Natasha doing bicep curls at a bench. Your mouth hung open at the sight of her muscles flexing, straining with each rep. Her shirt clung to her sweaty skin, and her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration.

Surprisingly, she hadn’t noticed your presence. A few months ago, you had convinced her that it was okay to listen to music when she exercised; nobody was going to sneak up on her. Maybe that wasn’t entirely safe advice, considering your line of work, but it was benefiting you now.

She placed the dumbbells on the floor and stood up, peeling her shirt over her head to reveal the sports bra and defined abs underneath. She wiped her hands on her basketball shorts and finally looked up, meeting your wide eyes.

With a breathless smile, she took out her earbuds and said, “Hey, Y/N. What are you doing down here?”

“Uh, I just- I, um...I like your shorts,” you stuttered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Thank you,” she smirked. You swallowed thickly as she held eye contact. She raised an eyebrow and you realized that you’d been silently staring for a socially unacceptable amount of time. “Is there any particular reason you’re here?” she asked, obviously enjoying your flustered state as she stepped closer to you.

“No, not- not really. I was just bored…”

“Bored? Would you like me to entertain you?”

“Well, if you- that would be...Will you drink coffee at an aquarium?” you blurted out.

“What?” she chuckled with furrowed eyebrows.

“I mean, would you like to get, um, coffee or whatever and then, like, go to the aquarium...with me?”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Y/N?” she asked, stepping closer until her built frame seemed to tower over you.

“Maybe a little…”

“Then it’s a date,” she confirmed. “We’ll go after I shower.”

“Like, today?”

“Yes, today. Between the years you’ve spent ogling me and you standing there watching me like a creep, I think we’ve waited long enough. Don’t you?”

“You...you knew about- you saw that?”

“I’m an assassin, detka. You can’t sneak these things past me. And you’re an exceptionally bad liar.”

“I am not a bad liar!”

“You once told me that you were staring at me because I looked like Kim Possible. And you’ve never even seen the show,” she deadpanned.

“...Okay, so maybe I’m not an expert. But it worked out!”

“Yeah, for me; I’m getting free coffee.”

“Hey! That’s the only part that worked out?”

“Guess we’ll have to wait and see, won’t we?” she husked before sauntering to the bathrooms to shower. You stood there, enamored by the Russian, frozen until she yelled, “I thought we were done with this! You got the date, now stop staring at me, creep!”

[recyclablewipes]

All Mine

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, SMUT 18+, strap-on, mommy kink, choking, degradation, spanking, hair pulling

Summary: Natasha and Wanda are determined to show you who you belong to

 Request: Thanks anon for the request, @invictusbabey

Word Count: ~1700

Note: Part 2 of Belong!! I literally suck at writing smut so bear with me please! Enjoy ;) -@wandaromanova for the follow ur my fav | ALSO id love to hear all your ideas for the ending

Part 1 

You were convinced last night was a far fetched fantasy. 

Reaching around on the other side of the bed, there was no visible sign that the scarlet witch had spent the night in your room. 

The only thing lasting was the vanilla sage scent imprinted on your bedsheets and the memories of her crimson eyes flashing dangerously between your thighs. Something you’d definitely be remembering for a long, long time.

You fell back in bed, pulling the duvet back over your body and inhaling the familiar scent. 

It was comfortable. Wanda always made you feel comfortable and safe.

Turning on your side, you think about Natasha and the things she made you feel. At a point in time, you were almost sure you were in love with the woman until she made it clear she was only here for the sex- and the sex only. Yet the way she always held your hair back when you were retching into the toilet, the way she discretely dropped off soup outside your room when you were sick; it made you wonder if things could be different.

Before you could think more about it you spotted a scrap piece of paper left on your nightstand, held under by a cup of cold coffee. 

You noticed a faint pink lipstick mark on the back, giggling to yourself at the prospect of Wanda giving you the wrong cup. ‘She’s just too adorable,’ you think to yourself while taking a small sip.

Cringing away from the cup, you look inside the mug as if it were poisoned. ‘How much sugar does this girl take in a day?? We definitely have to have a talk about this later.’ Finally, you pick up the note and read it to yourself.

“Morning love! I already know you slept well after last night so… hope you feel well enough to help me out in the kitchen later today. I’ll be back from the grocery store with Vis in the late afternoon. PS. I made you some coffee ;)” You blush slightly at the pet name, you liked it when she called you cute nicknames- amongst others she called you in bed.

You stare at the note for a bit longer, admiring the pretty cursive writing you’d often recognise on the new grocery list slapped on the fridge every week.

Content with the discreet way you fold the note and put it in the bottom of your nightstand drawer, you stand up and stretch before getting ready for the day. You hobble a bit towards the bathroom, noticing a brand new sore between your legs. Never had you had such an appreciation for Wanda’s powers until last night. (Maybe the time she saved your life too but you know whatever.)

You take a look at yourself in the mirror, hair messy and lips swollen. By now you couldn’t even tell which bruises were from Wanda and which were from Nat.

The bell to your room rings and you sigh in frustration. You pray to god that it’s just Wanda returning from shopping when you throw on her oversized shirt laid on the floor and open the door.

Red Hair. Dark red lips. Shit.

You couldn’t even process this information before you were backed up against the wall. Grunting slightly when your back made contact, Natasha’s hand slips up against your throat; wincing when her rings graze the hickeys Wanda left the night before.

She presses her body against yours and you go stiff, feeling the size of her favourite strap on underneath the seams of her jeans. Internally thankful because you didn’t know if you could deal with the idea that Wanda and Natasha used the same strap on you back to back.

“Nat-” Her hand squeezes your throat more and she gives you a menacing smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“You’re in trouble Y/N.”

She pushes you down onto your knees, eyes widening when she unzips her pants and the tip of her strap meets your lips.

Her hands grip the back of your head and slides the toy all the way into your mouth. You gag when it hits your throat, hands gripping onto her waist for support as you try to adjust to the full length fucking your mouth.

She looks down at you with delight in her eyes, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth as she watches you choke on her dick. 

Tears start to fill your eyes as she continues to slide in and out of your lips. “Such a good cockslut aren’t you?” she mutters, thrusting your head deeper onto her strap. You nod to her desperately, hands slipping down to grip her silky thighs.

The strap leaves your mouth and you gasp for breath, falling onto the floor between her legs. She pulls you up onto your feet, capturing your lips with her own. You feel your breasts being groped while her tongue explores your mouth, too taken with the pleasure to do anything but whimper against her body.

“No panties? Were you waiting for me to come pay you a visit?” Her hand drops down to your sopping wet pussy, rubbing your mound with two fingers. She leans in beside your ear and bites your lobe lightly, eliciting another gasp from you. 

“You’re mine.”

You feel a bit pathetic, your body practically begging for her to give you some release. Yet you still feel a spark of defiance, biting your tongue to stop the lewd noises from slipping past your mouth. 

“I’m not yours.” 

She lets out a growl, biting on your ear again but harder. The hand from under your shirt returns back to your throat, pulling you impossibly closer to her. 

“Then I’ll make you mine.”

Your eyes widen in surprise when she practically manhandles you off the wall and shoves you onto your bed face first. Your elbow hits your nightstand and the coffee Wanda had made you in the morning spills over the sides of the table onto the floor.

“She should’ve never touched you,” you hear her snarl angrily behind you. 

The bed dips and she’s straddling your thighs, the tip of her strap touching the top of your ass. You groan and try to grind your core into the bedsheets, needing any kind of friction on your pussy. 

Her hand connects with your ass and you yelp in surprise, unable to move from the position she’s trapped you in. “F-fuck! Nat-”

Another slap followed, making you call out her name again. She grabs your hair and pulls your head back, leaning down beside your ear once again. “You know what to call me, slut.”

She spanks you again and you let out a loud whimper to her satisfaction. “Mommy!”

“You want to be mine Y/N? You wanna be mine and mine only?” You let out a hum of agreement eagerly, only for her to pull your hair back even further towards her.

“You’re going to have to use your big girl words, honey.” 

At this point you were desperate for her touch, pride was the last thing on your mind now. “Please mommy! Please make me yours!”

You could almost hear her smile in delight as she pushes her full length into you. Gasping in pleasure, she pushes in and out of you at a fast pace- not letting you adjust to her strap.

“Look at you,” she murmurs in your ear. “So pathetic and needy for my cock.”

Bucking your hips up against her strap, you beg her to go even faster as you near the edge. “God- Please mommy! I promise I’ll be good for you! P-please!” She groans in effort and fucks you even harder. 

She looks down at you, tears streaming out of your eyes and mouth wide open in euphoria. Soon you see stars in your eyes, nails dug into the sides of your pillow. You feel yourself getting close before releasing- shaking beneath the black widow.

Her strap continues to enter in and out of you, before pulling out completely. You whine at the absence, turning over to see her smirking at your desperation. 

Natasha flips you so that you’re on top, eyeing your swollen pussy hovering above her strap. “Ride me whore, I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson well enough yet.”

--

Wanda scoffs when she sees you. 

You can’t meet her eyes when she tells you to help her cut the carrots laid on the chopping board. Instead, you just nod silently and make your walk of shame to the counter. 

When she’s busy tending to the soup you sneak a glance at her, admiring the way her hair falls down over her jumper perfectly. An apron tied tightly around her, suddenly you regret not going grocery shopping with her in the morning. Kind of.

You go back to chopping vegetables, mind wandering back to the last time you and Nat were in the kitchen together alone.

Some time passes before you’re spun around quickly and lips smothered by Wandas.

Letting out a sigh of relief, your hands circle around the back of her neck. Your heart flutters when she pulls away and rests her forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. 

“Please be mine,” she says quietly. 

Her hands cup your face and she closes her eyes, trying to capture this moment in her heart forever. You sigh and pull away from her slightly. “Natasha’s going to know-” 

She cuts you off by kissing you again, speaking against your lips desperately. 

“I don’t care, let her know. I’m all yours Y/N.”

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No More Caffeine

Summary: This idea was brought up by Alexis, who came up with the idea that the Natasha gives the reader too much caffeine when she’s exhausted post mission because they need to debrief. The reader gives the debrief, Nat realizing immediately that that was a mistake. (Also Alexis suggested that the reader give the debrief how I tell stories *skull emoji*). The next morning when the coffee wears off, Natasha is definitely not giving the reader anymore coffee ever again. 

A/N: I hate that the debrief dialogue is literally me telling any story a;oiefjao. BATS can attest to this

The Quinjet was close to landing, something that had the two of you ridiculously happy after the two hour flight home. The mission in Canada had gone a little unexpectedly, to be put simply. You'd encountered more problems than you’d thought, and even come across an old familiar face- one you despised. 

“You alright?” Natasha asked as you rested your head on her shoulder. 

“I’m exhausted,” you admitted quietly, closing your eyes. She rubbed your arm, pressing a kiss to your hair. 

“We’ll be home soon.” 

“Steve wants a debrief immediately,” you groaned. 

“We’ll get you some coffee.” 

“Okay,” you murmured, lifting your head and turning your head to give her a small smile. 

++++++

“Babe,” Natasha alerted, holding out a warm mug of coffee to you. 

“Thank you,” you sighed in relief, taking it and perking up even at the first sip. You scrunched your nose. “It tastes different.” 

“I added a few shots of espresso for you.” 

“Ugh, thank you, baby. You are a lifesaver,” you murmured, moving to give her a brief kiss. 

“You taste like coffee,” Nat whispered, a smile playing at her lips. 

“Well, you did just give me the most coffee I’ve probably ever had,” you chuckled. She hummed, nuzzling her nose to yours before planting a kiss to it. 

“Come on, let’s go.” 

++++++

Two seconds into the debrief, Natasha and Steve both realized that letting you give the debrief had been a mistake. You were nearly standing up in your chair, your hands moving about as you explained what happened. 

“Okay, right, so, there we were, making our way into the building, right. And I’m looking at Natasha like ‘lets get this over with’ and she’s not very happy with this mentality. So we go in, I’m looking for all these bad guys and we get into the file room, and lo and behold, there’s Rumlow! Now, I know what you’re thinking- he’s dead, but he’s NOT! He was sitting right there!” you exclaimed, waiting for their shocked reactions, which did not come. 

At this point, Nat was trying not to laugh, and had secretly taken out her phone and started filming you. Tony was in the corner, staring at you in slight disbelief, smirking. Clint and Rhodey were exchanging glances, concerned and a little confused as to what was happening. Steve was two seconds away from hiding his face in his hands, never having seen a disastrous debrief quite like this one. 

“I see you’re not amused. That’s fine. So, I’m like ‘oh god, not that douche’ and I’m ready to pounce, you know, I’m bringing my knives out like there’s no tomorrow. But THEN, Natasha wouldn’t LET ME!” 

“No!” Thor gasped, looking at your girlfriend with a shocked glare. 

“Well, I-!” Nat shook her head, not letting herself get wrapped up in this nonsense. “We needed him alive.”

“I just would have sliced and diced him a little!” 

“Yeah, Nat, let her slice and dice,” Tony interrupted, shrugging, cackling slightly. Natasha shot him a death glare, effectively shutting him up. Steve did in fact have his hand over his face at this point, sitting back in his chair and wishing for the story to end. 

“SO, I’m knifing up some other guys, and Natasha’s taking care of Rumlow because you know, I guess she just doesn’t trust me with him,” you teased, enjoying the roll of your girlfriend’s eyes. “And lo and BEHOLD, this other agent is like yeeting out of there with our files! So there I was, just taking care of business and then I was like ‘oh no, our files’ and Natasha’s all like grunting fighting Rumlow like ‘go after him what are you doing babe’, so I go and kill that other guy and get the files and then when I come back, Nat’s got Rumlow between her legs-”

“WHAT?” Clint asked, in mock surprise, shaking his head slightly. 

“I mean, really, Nat, you’ve got a girlfriend,” Tony said. 

“Guys,” Steve sighed, giving everyone a pointed look. 

Natasha was fuming, and had quite enough of your antics, though she knew it was partly her fault. She probably should have known that you wouldn’t have been able to handle that amount of caffeine, especially not when you were so exhausted to begin with. 

“I think we should finish this later,” she said with a tone of finality. 

“I agree,” Steve nodded, standing. Nat quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you from the room. 

“What’s going on?” you asked, highly confused. 

“You need to sleep.” 

You didn’t fight her on it because you were exhausted, but you were nearly finished with the debrief anyways so why hadn’t you all just finished it? 

Natasha tucked you into bed before turning to leave the room. 

“Wait,” you pleaded, looking at her with wide eyes. “You’re not staying?” 

Though your girlfriend wanted to go give Steve an actual debrief, she couldn’t resist your plea, and so she snuggled up under the covers with you. 

++++++

You slept through the entire night, waking up the next morning with a clear head. 

“Morning,” you murmured when Natasha began to stir. 

“Good morning.”

You smiled when she turned to face you. An amused expression appeared on her face and she lightly tapped your arm a few times. 

“You are never allowed to have caffeine again.”

“What? Why?” you questioned, furrowing your brow. 

“This is why,” Nat answered, grabbing her phone from the nightstand and opening up her photos app to show you the video. You watched it, cheeks reddening. 

“Oh god,” you groaned as soon as it finished, flinging your arm over your face. 

“Yeah.” 

“Do you still love me?” 

“Of course,” Natasha laughed, pulling you close and kissing you gently. 

“Okay, good. Then nothing else matters.” 

The two of you cuddled for a few minutes before you rubbed your eyes. 

“Are we getting up? I could use some coffee.” 

“Absolutely not. You may have tea. For the rest of your life, that is.” 

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Repercussions (4)

Masterlist

Pairing: dark!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha gives you a good night that leads to a hectic morning.

Warnings: dark themes, gaslighting, a bit of smut (18+ ONLY)

A/N: idk about y’all but...I am enjoying this so much. I think this series might be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written! anyway please please let me know your thoughts (not to be thirsty but I survive solely on water and your feedback), and don’t be afraid to let me know if I missed any warnings too! I don’t want anyone to accidentally read anything they aren’t comfortable with!

Previous part

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Opening your eyes felt like peeling the end of a piece of tape from the roll, difficult but satisfying once it happened. It took a minute to adjust to the darkness and you shot up when you did, realizing you were in an unfamiliar room, your body covered in sheets of a bed you don’t remember climbing into.

“Everything okay, printsessa?”

You turned at the familiar voice, unsure if you should feel concerned or relieved at the sight of Natasha sitting up next to you. Her hand gently touched your back and you flinched away, which only made her move closer to you.

“Did you have a nightmare--”

“Where am I?” you cut her off in a shaky tone, and she sighed before reaching over on her side of the bed to turn on a lamp. Your eyes wandered around the room, empty except for a couch, a dresser holding a television and your bag in the corner.

“Baby, don’t you remember?” Her soft tone brought you back to her gaze, green eyes that pulled you in every time. “You told me you were off for a few days and I suggested we spend that time away from the city.”

“I don’t remember anything after meeting your best friend.” You shifted in bed slightly, wincing when pain shot through your lower leg. “Why does my ankle hurt?”

“You stumbled on your way in before I could warn you about the tricky step in the yard.” She chuckled quietly, her smile fading a bit as her hand ran along your arm and tangled your fingers together. “Are you sure you’re alright? You seem nervous.”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine.” You took a deep breath and attempted a smile. “I just feel like a chunk of memory is missing, or that I just hit the fast forward button through the rest of the day.”

“How about I turn on some insignificant little show to get your mind off of everything?” 

You nod and she reaches for the remote, turning the television on with one hand and using her other arm to pull you in, securely hooking around your waist as you rest your head in the space between her shoulder and neck. She finally settled on a show and left it on a low volume, returning the remote to the bedside table and resting her hand on your thigh after pulling your leg across hers.

Focusing on the late night comedy became difficult as the hand on your thigh ran higher until it was suddenly under your shorts, gone again before you could react. The hand on your waist reached under your shirt to unclasp your bra, and in a split second you were on your back on the mattress with two of Natasha’s fingers under your waistband.

“I want these off,” she practically growled in a way that made you grip the sheets in anticipation.

She used both hands to rip away your shorts in an aggressive fashion that had your hips lifting to help her on their own accord. Her torso pressed against yours as she leaned in to kiss you, one hand holding your wrists together above your head while the other dipped into your underwear. Your mouth fell open against hers when you gasped, and she wasted no time inserting her tongue and fingers simultaneously.

Your eyes squeezed shut as your hips rocked against her hand, and Natasha found herself pulling away from the kiss to admire you. She smiled at the way your head pushed further into the mattress as pleasure washed over you, hands pushing and fighting against hers and losing every time.

“Open your eyes,” she demanded as she picked up her pace inside of you and you moaned loudly in response. “I want you to look at me.”

You followed her orders, meeting her intense eyes once more that held just the right amount of softness, and a loud squeak escaped you as your release came. She worked you through the sudden orgasm, a tired sigh falling from your lips as she slipped out of your underwear. Your hands stayed pressed into the mattress as they were released from her grip, a light slap felt on your cheek just as your eyes began to close.

“No resting yet, pretty baby. I’m nowhere near done with you.”

-

The next time you woke, the room was lit by the sun. You carefully stretched your aching body as you sat up, taking in all of the little bruises scattered across most of your skin that reminded you of Natasha’s wish to “show everyone who pleases you”. You searched on your side and crossed the vacant side of the bed to check Natasha’s nightstand for your phone, coming up empty handed. It was then that you noticed a silk robe on the end of the bed and slipped it on, opening the door to find your girlfriend.

You smiled as you rounded a corner downstairs and spotted Natasha at the kitchen table, quietly reading a newspaper while sipping coffee. She placed her mug on the table as you approached, moving her arm to leave room for you to climb onto her lap, which you did happily.

“Morning, printsessa. Did you sleep well?”

“Just woke up a little sore, but I feel rested.” You adjusted yourself and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leaning your head against hers while she grabbed her mug again. “Do you know where my phone is?”

“Did you check your bag?”

“No, it looked empty. But that’s okay, I can find it later.” You twirled a few strands of bright red hair around your fingers as you daydreamed, your eyes drifting over to the newspaper and widening when you noticed the date on the top. “Um, I think I’m going to take a shower. Be right back.”

“Okay, hurry.” 

Her teasing smile pressed against your skin when she turned to quickly kiss your cheek, and you slid out of her lap while forcing yourself to walk away normally. A week had passed since the day you went to the tower and you didn’t remember anything before last night, if it even was just last night. You had no way of knowing anymore.

When you reached the room you moved quickly to look for your phone in your bag, urgently searching every pocket before moving onto the bed. You looked under it and in between the mattress and box spring, shifting toward the nightstands next. Nothing. When you opened the closet doors, you nearly fainted.

It was full of your clothes, shirts and pants that you knew you didn’t pack a week ago. Even dresses you hadn’t worn in months were here, and your entire shoe collection was on the floor underneath it all. Shakily opening the drawers of the dresser, you discovered underwear, bras and sleepwear of yours as well.

You began pulling a few things out to make a full outfit, heading into the bathroom to prep for the shower you’d used as an excuse to escape. Not only did you need to keep appearances before Natasha could catch onto your nerves, but you also needed time to think about what was happening to you. More importantly, what were Natasha’s intentions with you?

You were doing a final rinse in the shower, your mind racing as you tried to remember anything that would help you make sense of what happened, when you heard the bathroom door open. You forced yourself to stay calm when you heard Natasha’s voice on the other side of the glass door.

“Printsessa, I need to get groceries. Should I wait for you?”

“No, I’m still pretty tired. I think I’ll go back to sleep when I’m done.”

“Alright, but I’m making you eat when I come back.”

You counted ten seconds following the bathroom door closing and turned the water off, stepping out of the shower and drying as quickly as you could. Your clothes were on in no time and you ran downstairs just in time to see her pulling out of the garage through the window of the front room. You noticed another car parked beside the one she was driving, and you quickly made your way over to find the keys.

Luckily they were hanging on a hook on the wall, and you snatched them up hastily, pressing the button on the remote and yanking the door open as soon as it unlocked. Within minutes you were out on the road, driving to who-knows-where. You just needed to leave, get as far away from that cabin as possible and find out why you couldn’t remember anything before something worse happened to you.

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Say Something to Stop Me: Chapter 8

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Please note: This fic describes depression, anxiety, panic attacks, past/referenced non con and domestic violence. Please read at your own discretion.

Explicit Sexual Content. 18+

You wake slowly the next morning with golden sunlight streaming in your windows. You know it must be early due to the angle of the light.

Bucky’s limbs are tangled with yours where he lays on his back, your head on his chest. You take a deep breath in, savoring the smell of him and the warmth of his skin under your cheek.

It feels surreal.

You think back over the past year and all the ups and downs. You can’t believe how it all started, or that you’re going to end it tangled up with someone you never thought you’d have a chance with.

You were… happy.

You quietly disentangled your limbs from Bucky’s before plodding to your closet to put on a fresh pair of sweats. You didn’t want to leave him, but you were too restless with happy energy and didn’t want to wake him.

You quickly found a notepad to leave a message on the nightstand.

You looked too gorgeous to wake. I’m in the kitchen getting coffee.

After stepping out of your room and closing the door as softly as possible, you padded to the elevators and took them down to the kitchen.

You used your hip to bump open the door and found Steve sitting at the kitchen island, sipping a cup of coffee.

You both smiled at each other and you gave him a soft wave and a quiet “Morning” as you wandered over to the coffee pot to pour a cup for yourself.

“Late night?” Steve asked. His voice had enough of an innuendo in it that you whipped your head to look at him. He was smiling into his coffee.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Captain?”

“Nothing! Nothing.” He said, chuckling into his coffee. Your face was burning with a blush.

So, he knew what you were up to last night with his best friend.

Shit.

“I’m happy for you.” Steve murmured, smiling at you over the rim of his mug. “Both of you.”

“You are?” You questioned, snagging your cup of coffee and spinning to walk over toward where he sat on the counter.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I care deeply about both of you.”

“I don’t know. I just figured you’d think it was a conflict of interest or something. That it will distract us on missions.”

Steve laughed then, setting his coffee cup on the granite. “You’re both too smart to let it completely throw off your focus.”

You hummed in response, taking a deep gulp of coffee.

“I should thank you, really.” Steve murmured.

“Thank me?” You questioned.

“It’s been… it’s been entirely too long since I’ve seen this side of Buck.” Steve sighed, his shoulders falling a bit as he stared at the countertop. “It’s probably been since he left for the war in 1943. This fun, flirtatious and confident side of him. I didn’t realize how much I missed seeing him like that, until I saw it again that day in Croatia.” He mused.

Your heart broke for both of them. So much of their youth and friendship had been torn and twisted and warped by forces outside of their control.

“You brought him back.” Steve said, lifting his eyes to meet yours. “You found my old friend inside him somewhere and brought him back. I don’t think I could ever thank you enough.”

You both had tears in your eyes as you stared at each other for a moment. You set your coffee on the counter and walked around the edge, throwing your arms around Steve. You held each other tight for a long moment.

“You had to bring him back before I could.” You whispered into his shoulder. You felt Steve’s shoulders shake a bit and felt small pricks of water hit the shoulder of your t-shirt as he let tears fall.

“Careful Steve.” A voice crooned from the door. “I don’t think Barnes likes sharing.”

Natasha.

You both chuckled as you pulled away from each other. Both of you wiped tears away with the backs of your hands.

“Morning Nat.” You said as you went to snag your coffee off the counter. Before you could, Nat walked toward you and wrapped you in a big hug, holding you close to her for a long moment.

“Morning.” She whispered. Somehow, that one word held volumes.

“Whoa whoa whoa” Another voice called from the doorway. “Didn’t know I was going to be interrupting family therapy at eight in the morning.” Sam chuckled as he walked into the room.

“You know us.” Nat called over your shoulder. “Always mushy gushy.”

She released you as Sam walked past you on his way to pour his own coffee, but not before he leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. “I would say my offer from last night still stands, but something tells me you’re not going to get bored anytime soon.”

You just rolled your eyes at him. “Good morning to you too, Sam.”

Just then the door swung open and Peter came bouncing through. He often stayed over on the weekends.

He winced a bit as he looked at you.

“What?” You asked, putting one hand on your hip.

“Nothing.” Peter teased. “It’s just going to be a while before I get the image of you wrapped around Bucky as he hauled you through here last night out of my mind.”

Before you could even process that thought, Tony strode through the door.

Did everyone always end up in the kitchen on Saturday mornings drinking coffee or was this a special occasion to see how embarrassed they could make you?

“Hey kid. I figured you’d still be sleeping after last night.” Tony winked at you, also heading to grab a coffee.

“So you all know already?”

““It’s kind of impossible for us not to know what’s going on when Megatron carried you through here last night with your faces sewn together.” This came from Wanda as her and Vision walked through the door to the kitchen. “That, and I’ve been privy to both of your intrusive thoughts about each other for the past two months.”

You groaned, and slapped a hand to your forehead. This was so embarrassing.

“ And the fact that Barnes hasn’t been able to keep his hands off you for the past month.” Nat chimed in.

“Or his eyes.” That was Steve.

“And he would not shut up about you in that cabin.” Sam added.

“And I share a wall with you, remember?” From Peter.

“I’m going to have to add soundproofing to your room, aren’t I?” From Tony.

“Enough!” You shrieked. “Enough. I get it.”

Everyone chuckled softly. Your whole family. It made your heart squeeze in your chest, even if your face was currently burning.

Just then, Bucky pushed his way through the door to the kitchen, startling when he took in everyone sitting around the counter staring at him.

“There he is!” Sam yelled, walking over to clap him soundly on the shoulder. “Congratulations buddy. You finally got your shit together and made a move. I get that you were frozen for years, but you don’t have to continue to move at the pace of a glacier.”

Bucky laughed softly as he continued his trajectory across the kitchen toward you. “Yeah yeah yeah.” He muttered. “Whatever.”

He snagged you around the waist and hauled you to his chest, giving you a soft kiss right there in the middle of everyone, whispering “Good morning.”

Behind you, you hear Peter fake gag and Sam let out a groan as he said “This is gonna totally ruin all the joy of making fun of you on coms.”

You and Bucky both smile at each other. Bucky kisses you again on the temple before continuing across the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee for himself.

You keep beaming into your cup of coffee. You feel like you must be glowing, you're so happy.

Your whole family is still here, showing you love in the only way they know how.

Bucky just kissed you in front of anyone.

If you thought you felt superhuman before, you felt invincible now.

“Not to break up this weird spontaneous family reunion,” Tony drawled. “But I’ve got to send Barnes, Wilson and Romanoff back to Croatia briefly to tie up some loose ends. I got a ping this morning that they must have kept some information off the mainframe at a separate location. I need it.”

Bucky groaned from behind you. “Tony, do you enjoy tearing me away from my woman?”

You turned to look at Bucky, a heated look on your face as you raised an eyebrow at him.

Oh, you really liked when he called you his.  

“Yes, it’s absolutely delightful to watch you suffer.” Tony said dryly. “You should only be gone for this afternoon. Surely your dick won’t fall off in the meantime.”

You choked on your coffee.

“Jesus Christ, Tony!” You spluttered.

“Just callin it like I see it.” Tony shrugs. “You three suit up and meet me in the conference room in 15. Try not to waste time sucking your girlfriends face again Barnes.”

Bucky sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “You weren’t supposed to tell him about that Friday.”

“Sorry Agent Barnes. It’s hard to keep things from the person who created you.” Friday's lilt came down from the ceiling. She sounded almost amused.

~0~

Bucky only disobeyed Tony a little. He did throw you over his shoulder and carry you back to his room where he tossed you on the mattress and went to get suited up.

When he was dressed he lingered a few minutes, placing open mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbones while you giggled and tried to push him off. Telling him that Tony was going to kill him if he didn’t get down the conference room.

He didn’t stop until Friday cleared her throat once.

He groaned and placed one more kiss on your lips before standing up, grabbing his guns and walking to the door. He spun when he reached the frame and murmured “I want you right there when I get back” before shutting the door and walking away.

You laid there for a few minutes, burying your face in his sheets and pillows because they smelled so much like him. You could almost pretend he was still laying there with you.

You refused to let yourself lay there all day though. Tony was right, he would just be gone for the day, but he’d be back late tonight.

You went to the gym and trained for a few hours. After a shower you spent some time in the kitchen with Wanda. She taught you a few Sokovian recipes and you both giggled at your poor attempts at cooking. She assured you that it got better with practice.

You were feeling really good. It was so liberating to feel like you were a part of this family again. Sure, you were still a tiny bit embarrassed that everyone already knew about you and Bucky. Especially Peter. The poor kid had heard you last night. Regardless, they were family. They were happy for you.

You were happy for you.

You found yourself wandering back to Bucky’s room around 6pm. You meandered around his bedroom for a while, running your fingers along the spines of all the books he’d amassed on his huge bookshelf, reading every title. You noticed quite a few titles you’d never read, and made a mental note to raid his shelf later.

You eventually curled back up in his bed. You figured he would be home in a couple hours, and he had requested that he find you back here when he returned.

You’d nap a bit, so you could be ready for him when he arrived.

~0~

You startled awake to Friday’s voice calling your name from the ceiling.

“You’re needed in the med wing immediately.” She said.

You glanced at the clock. It was 9:09. It was an hour after they were supposed to have arrived home.

Bucky.

Your heart thundered in your chest. You flung the covers off of you, leaving your shoes behind as you careened out of the room. You didn’t check your momentum as you made the corner and slammed into the drywall on the other side of the hall, leaving a shoulder sized dent in the wall.

“Shit.” You mumbled as you corrected your angle and took off again. Sprinting to the stairwell and hauling down the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator.

When you tore the door open to the med wing you stopped dead in your tracks for a moment.

There was so much blood.

It lined the tiles in big splashes and boot prints. You could make out tracks of where multiple people had clearly been running through the mess, too much in a hurry to avoid the puddles.

Your throat started to close up.

No no no.

You would not panic now. If Bucky needed you, you would be there for him. You were strong. You could keep it together right now. For him.

You skidded around the corner toward where you knew the operating room lay, following the slick trail of blood.

Steve stood pacing in the center of the hallway. Tony was sitting in one of the chairs lining the walls, his head in his hands.

You walked quickly down the hall towards them, Tony lifted his head as he heard you approaching, Steve stopped in his tracks.

“They were ambushed as soon as the jet touched down. It was a trap.” Steve blurted. “Sam got shot a few times, Nat came back with a knife in her side…”

“Where is he?” You choked.

You were concerned about your friends too, but right now you needed your eyes on Bucky or you were going to lose your goddamn mind.

“Third room on the left.” Tony muttered.

“Wait, Y/N!” Steve called. “It’s worse than it--”

You didn’t wait to hear what he had to say. You took off, your bare feet slipping along the tile as you careened down the hall toward the door Tony had said held Bucky.

Your heart was thundering in your ears.

Finally you hurtled around the corner, slipping a bit on your slick feet and slamming into the door frame of the third room on the left.

Despite the image of gore in front of you, you finally released a big wave of breath. One you didn’t know you’d been holding.

Bucky sat on the edge of a hospital bed, his kevlar jacket laid in a heap on the floor by his feet. His chest, neck and face was splattered with blood. His boots were a deep red, and more blood was splattered across his thighs.

Vision was standing near his bicep, tying off what looked like that last of a line of stitches along a large gash on his upper arm.

There on his cheekbone was the beginning of a nasty bruise, and a gash along his eyebrow was dripping blood down his temple, it ran along his jaw.

But he was breathing. And sitting up on his own.

He lifted his head when he heard you hit the door frame and his cobalt eyes met yours. He looked so distraught it sent a bolt of pain straight through your chest.

He scanned your whole body, as if he was looking for injuries himself even though you’d spent your whole day safe here in the compound. He was looking at you like he couldn’t really believe you were standing in the doorframe.

“Get out.” Bucky grumbled to Vision. Vision just glanced up at him looking perplexed, before glancing over at you. He nodded his head once.

“You’ll likely need more stitches in that gash above your eye.” Vision commented as he drifted toward the wall behind Bucky, before disappearing through it.

No matter how many times he did it, it still freaked you out.

“Come here.” Bucky growled.

You softly closed the door to the room behind you and walked toward him, trying to tip toe over the puddles of blood on the tile. Likely they came from the gash in his arm that Vision had stitched up for him. You left small bloodied prints on the clean tile.

“Are you okay?” You whispered meekly. Even though he was clearly in front of you, it still felt like he might slip through your fingers or disappear. Your terror still hadn’t fully subsided.

When you reached him, he used his metal hand to snag yours and pulled you forward forcefully. You collapsed into his arms, your legs straddling his hips. You tried to keep your weight from fully hitting him, worrying about jostling his arm and opening his stitches. Not to mention, you had no idea if he had other injuries under his thin t-shirt.

His metal arm clicked a bit as it wrapped around your torso. You noticed a few dents in the shape of bullets near his elbow. You felt tears come to your eyes. He pulled you against his chest, so he could bury his face in your neck.

You didn’t care that he was likely smearing blood all over you. You had already soaked your feet and splattered it up your shins and calves.

“I am now.” He sighed. He didn’t lift his right arm from where it lay on the bed, but you reached your hand out and rubbed your fingertips up and down the soft skin of his forearm.

His chest was quivering a bit beneath yours as he started to press sloppy kisses along your collarbone.

His metal arm whirred a bit again as he moved his hand to the hem of your shirt and tugged upward. “Take this off. I need your skin.” He murmured. He sounded near desperate, like he was spiralling into panic of his own.

You snaked your hands down and lifted your shirt off over your head. You’d taken your bra off earlier to nap and Bucky moaned when he noted your bare chest. He buried his face into your chest and peppered kisses across the tops of your breasts and down the center of your sternum.

“What happened?” You whispered.

“Those fuckers lured us there with fake information.” Bucky murmured against you. He lifted his right hand just a bit so he could grab your hip. You could feel his hand tremor against you.

“Are Nat and Sam..?” You trailed off.

“They’ll live.” Bucky grunted. “Sam probably won’t be able to go out for a few months. He’ll be pissed. Nat will be fine in a couple weeks. She always is.”

You let out a huge sigh of relief. All of them were fine. Banged up, and in pain, but they’d still be here tomorrow.

“I need you.” Bucky whispered into your neck. “Now.” He was pleading with you. A desperate whine that came from the back of his throat.

“Bucky…” You started. “Your arm.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He growled, pulling back and shoving at your hips a bit with his metal hand. “Take these off.”

You stepped off  his lap. “Bucky…” You hesitated. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him too, but he was clearly in pain and you didn’t want to re-open the stitches.

“Please.” He whispered. You looked into his eyes again. You saw straight through the blue to the core of him. He wasn’t kidding. He needed you. You could see it in his eyes. You could feel his desperation pour off of him in waves.

You snagged the edges of your sweats and pulled down, letting them drop to the floor. It didn’t matter if they got blood on them now, you’d ruined them the moment you’d climbed into his lap.

He used his metal hand to pop the snap on his pants.

You helped tug his pants down a bit until he was free. You tried to continue to pull them down his knees but he choked “Leave them” and grabbed for your arm, pulling you toward him.

You straddled his lap again, hovering over him.

Bucky spit into his metal hand, before bringing it down to your body and spreading it over your core. He was looking between you, even his metal hand trembling now as he lined himself up with you.

You placed both hands on either side of his face. “Are you okay?” You whispered.

When he was lined up with you, he brought his eyes back up to meet yours. The color of his irises was deeper than usual. Full of pain, and fear as he looked up at you.

He closed his eyes, rested his forehead against yours and grabbed your hips with both hands, wincing a bit as it jostled his right arm.

“Bucky!” You yelped as his face twisted slightly at the movement. It morphed into a moan as he sheathed himself in you.

“I thought I wasn’t going to make it back to you.” He whispered then. So softly you barely heard him.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes. You rolled your hips against him softly, so he wouldn’t have to move his arms again to lift your hips. He took a shuddering breath.

“I was terrified.” He continued, voice still in a barely audible whisper. “But not of dying. I’ve been waiting for that forever.”

Your throat closed up at that. A man who’d lived so many years alone. More than anyone should have. He had come to terms with the danger of his line of work a long time ago. There was likely a time that he prayed for death.

“I was terrified of what would happen to you.” He choked, his chest heaving. You continued to slowly and softly roll your hips against him. Pulling up and sinking back down as gently as you could. “I just kept imagining the look on your face when Steve told you.” He was crying now. Tears silently streaming down his face and off his jaw. The ones on the left side of his face turning pink as they mixed with his blood. “I fought harder than I’ve ever fought in my life because I refused to let that look be real.”

“Bucky.” You whispered. It was caught between a sob and moan as you continued to grind on him. There were tears in your eyes now.

He lifted his head, snagging your chin with his metal hand so you looked him in the eye.

The blue ensnared you. It whirled with so many shades and feelings. You felt like you were plunging headlong into the clearest sea.

“I love you.” He whispered.

Your breath caught in your chest. You squeezed around him as a bolt of arousal shot through you.

“I’ve loved you for a long time.” He said, his voice a little stronger now. “I almost said it to you over the phone when I was stuck in that damn cabin, but I’m glad the phone cut out. I wanted to see your face when I said it. I wanted to be able to memorize what your eyes looked like.”

You were weeping in his arms now. The pace of your hips speeding a bit as your heart started to thunder in your chest. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his.

“I was planning on saying it today. Maybe taking you on a walk around the lake or just saying it to you when you were curled up in my bed.” He was moving his hips with yours now, matching you for every stroke. “I fought because I refused to go out without saying it to your face.”

“I love you” He repeats “And I’ll be damned if any bastard tries to take me away from you.”

You choked out a sob. Your whole body felt light as air. The adrenaline that had been coursing through your body amplified your relief and your joy as you stared into his eyes.

He rests his forehead against yours again, a few soft moans escaping him as he continued to roll his hips into yours, somehow finding that spot inside you even with everything else around you being a total mess.

“I almost said it the other night.” You whispered.

He whips his head up to look at you. He clearly hadn’t expected you to say anything back to him.

“I know it’s really soon and you’re still working through things--” he started.

You cut him off.

“I love you.”

A broken moan is torn from his chest as he thrusts hard up against you. The sudden jolt causes you to come fiercely and abruptly as he covers your lips with his, swallowing every sound pulled from your throat.

He comes shortly after, still kissing you and nipping at your lower lip.

You both hold each other then, foreheads resting together, silent tears still falling as your heartbeats steady.

Bucky picks his left arm up to wrap around the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. He pulls back to place a soft kiss in the center of your forehead.

You bring your hands up to either side of his face to gently wipe tears off his cheeks and jaw.

“I’m sorry I got blood all over you.” He chuckles then.

“I’m sorry you’re all bloody.” You respond, giving him a small smirk.

“Excuse me” Friday’s lilt comes from the ceiling. “But Dr. Cho and Tony would like to know when it is safe to come and inspect Agent Barnes injuries. I recommend you make yourselves presentable, as they are heading down the hallway now.”

Bucky groans and rests his forehead against your chest then. “When they see what you look like right now, I’m never going to hear the end of it from Tony.”

You let your head fall back and release a small giggle. “I love you.”

He pulls his head back up to look at you again. There’s a little more sparkle in his eyes this time. “I love you, too.”

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Anon Request: hi love ur fics! Could you do a Loki x reader where the reader always tags along with Loki and tries really hard to be besties with him (also could you make her pan) and he’s on the other hand all soft like does her really want to hang out with me???

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/n: I wasn’t really sure how to add in the pansexual bit, so I’m sorry about that! I did try my very best bby <3 (translation for the word comes into play later in the story!)

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You had a good amount of friends within the Avengers. Natasha was like that older sister you loved, Wanda being your twin who understood you better than anyone, Peter being your annoying little brother you love. Steve was the fun yet serious uncle and Tony was the overprotective yet loving dad. Okay, it was more like a family, but you all were friends, too.

But there was that one person who stumped you; Loki. He arrived a few months ago with Thor. They had given the kingdom to their friend (well, more Thor’s friend) Valkyrie and wanted to be Avengers. Thor was already one, but you could tell Loki was nervous about being here on Earth again. He really didn’t have a choice.

So, you decided to try to make him feel more comfortable around the compound.

You would make him his tea - just the way he liked it, with a splash of milk - in the mornings, leave books in front of his room that you thought he’d enjoy, and you had even began to show up wherever he was in the compound. If he was in the lounge reading, you’d go and sit by him while scrolling through your phone. If he was training, you’d go in and do some simple yoga.

As you continued doing these small gestures, you couldn’t help but wonder if Loki noticed. When you tried to make small talk, he simply ignored you. He’d never even turn to look at you.

But he did notice. The only reason he didn’t get up sooner to make his own tea was because he liked you doing it for him (it tasted better when you made it). He liked the books you left for him, even going as far as to reread them multiple times. He liked it when you would show up and give him company, whether it being when he was training or simply relaxing with a book in the lounge.

Loki had begun to wonder if you actually did want to hang out with him. Everyone saw him as a monster, a murderer, but did you? Could you really be the one to see past that and try to gain his liking?

So, one day, he got up early to go for a stroll around the compound. When he noticed you hadn’t gotten up yet, he took it upon himself to make you your favorite drink and put it in his mug. Once he got done with that, he went on his way to go for his walk.

Once you had woken up, you went to do your usual routine and make Loki his drink when you noticed his cup was already out.

You looked to the three people in the room, wondering if they had made him his drink for you.

“Hey, Nat, Sam, Wanda, did you make Loki his drink?” you asked, walking over to the green and white cup.

“No, I thought you did.” Natasha replied, taking a bite of her eggs.

Sam laughed. “I don’t even know what he drinks.”

Looking to Wanda, she simply shook her head. You picked up the cup and noticed the drink wasn’t the usual dark, rusted color. It was a different color, one that looked oddly like your drink. So, you pushed the edge of the cup to your lips and let a small flow of the liquid flow down your throat. It was your drink in Loki’s cup. He never showed up to breakfast.

The next day, Loki once again woke up before you to make you your drink again. Only this time, he left a book outside your room. A fantasy book from Asgard. He thought you would enjoy it.

After you woke up and went to walk out of your room, you almost stepped on an old, brown book sitting in front of your door. Picking it up, you could practically smell the old book smell. It was nice, comforting. You flipped through the pages, seeing a few words you didn’t understand. You picked one, reading through the lines carefully.

Through the vast valley of large, echoing mountains, the sky had looked fagr, the colors radiating the hue of the warmest colors.

Fagr, that had to be a different language. You’d never heard it before, seen it. So, you tried to use context clues to figure it out. Amazing? Magnificent? Radiant?

You were so intrigued that you put the book on your nightstand. You’d read it later tonight.

A couple of days passed by, and Loki decided he’d take it one step further and accompany you wherever you were that day. It was around seven, the sky had begun to turn a darker blue indicating that the sun would be setting soon. Loki found you sitting on the roof, looking up at the clouds.

You heard someone walking up to you, so you turned your head to see Loki sitting down next to you.

“Your legs are dangling off the edge. If you were to fall, I’m sure you’d be injured.”

“I’m sure I would be, but I’d never fall off. Willingly, at least.” you replied, your head turning back to the sky. “There are more constellations, right? More than what we can see here on Earth.”

Loki nodded. “Indeed there are. It’s a shame your planet has so few.”

It was silent for another moment, until you remembered the book. “You left that book outside my door the other day, right? And the drink in your cup?”

“Yes, you are correct. Did you enjoy it? The book, I mean.” Loki asked.

You looked at him now, he was already looking at you. “I did. But it had words in it, uh, Old Norse?”

“You’re a smart one,” Loki acknowledged. “It is Old Norse.”

“There was this one word that stuck with me,” you began. “I memorized the beginning of the line. It was ‘Through the vast valley of large, echoing mountains, the sky-’“

“’The sky had looked fagr, the colors radiating the hue of the warmest colors’.” Loki finished.

You nodded. “That word, it described the sky. What does it mean?”

“Ah, yes. I thought you would have questions. Fagr, it means beautiful.” Loki answered. “You could use it in another way to describe. Like describing you.”

Your whole body froze in place, your eyes went wide. Did you hear him right? Had he just called you beautiful?

“Describing.. me?” you asked.

“You, yes,” Loki replied.

“Why?” you inquired.

Loki’s eyebrows furrowed together. “You just asked me why, why fagr describes you.” he stated, but you hear the confused undertone in it. “Do you not see how beautiful you are?”

You were stunned. You couldn’t find the right words, and the ones you tried to stumble out were frozen in your throat.

“You mortals truly do fascinate me. But that? Do most mortals not see their true beauty?” Loki wondered.

“Some,” you forced out. “Some of us,”

Loki shook his head, his eyes momentarily fluttering shut before he looked at you again. “I’m amazed that a being as gorgeous as you cannot see how perfect you are.”

Loki’s words left you stunned once more. Did he just compliment you again? By the look on his face, he was patiently waiting for you to reply.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stuttered. “I’ve just never been told that before. I’m not really sure.. what to do.”

It seemed that you left Loki stunned by the way his jaw fell slightly slack. “Are mortal men fools? They don’t appreciate what’s right in front of them. It’s sickening to hear that you have never been told of what a wonder you are.” Loki sighed. “So it seems I must be the one to remind you of just that.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“I’m attempting to court you. Or as you humans say, ‘ask out?’“ Loki guessed.

“Yes,” you replied. “I don’t know how Asgardians do it, but I would love to be your girlfriend. Only if you tell me more things in Old Norse.”

Loki chuckled as his hand intertwined with yours. “I will do my best, minn ásynja.” You raised an eyebrow. “My goddess.” Loki translated as you smiled brightly, head leaning onto his shoulder.

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Natasha x reader x Wanda

Note: I know Wanda is supposed to be quite young in the movies, but for this she and Pietro are much older. About 28-29.

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Vulnerability was not something the three of you showed often, to the team at least. When it was just the three of you it was fine, you were safe, no-one could use that vulnerability against you, and it felt good to trust the other two. The three of you enjoyed knowing you had two people in your corner you could turn to and feel safe with.

“I feel like my heads going to implode.” Wanda complained, rubbing her temples. She looked truly pitiful with a red nose, puffy cheeks and droopy eyes, anyone could tell she was sick.

“I told you not to go out in the rain.” Natasha said, handing the woman a cup of tea. “But did you listen to me, no, and now you’re sick. That is caused karma.” She added with a pointed look.

“Y/N went out too.” Wanda whined, pointing at you. Taking a seat next to the sick woman you gave her a smirk.

“The difference between the two of us is, I didn’t get sick.” You said, grabbing her hand in yours and placing a kiss onto it.

“How is that fair? You look like sunshine embodiment and I’m stuck looking like Rudolph’s cousin.” Wanda groaned, leaning her head on your shoulder as she gripped the cup.

“It’s not supposed to be fair. It’s punishment for not using common sense.” Natasha stated, sitting on Wanda’s other side. “Besides your head probably hurts more because of your powers.” She guessed.

“Well, considering I can hear Stark’s thoughts and his music from all the way in the labs, I would say your guess isn’t too far off.” Wanda said with a sigh, massaging her temples once more.

“Honey, why don’t you try to get some sleep?” You asked, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “It might help your head.” You pointed out.

“I would love to, but if I stand up, I’m going to pass out.” She said, drinking her tea with a slight wince. “It’s easier to stay here.”

“So, next time I tell you two to stay out of the rain or you’ll get sick, maybe you’ll listen to me.” Natasha said, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. We should listen to you more often because you’re the only one who thinks things through. Yada, yada.” You mocked with a smirk. Natasha narrowed her eyes at you before leaning over Wanda and pinching your thigh. “Rude.”

“Don’t mock me, Y/N. Wanda, drink your tea.” Natasha said, pointing at you both. She then stood from the couch and walked back into the kitchen. Wanda didn’t say anything, only smiled fondly at the two of you.

“She’s so bossy.” You whispered into Wanda’s ear. Said woman let out a snort and struggled to hide her smile as Natasha leaned back into the room.

“I heard that.” She said, narrowing her eyes at you again. “You stop mocking me or I’ll call Steve and tell him you want to run with him and Bucky every morning.” Natasha added causing you to gape at the woman.

“How dare you threaten me like that?” You questioned as Wanda placed her tea on the table and laid her head in your lap.

“Don’t mock me.” Natasha said simply as you began to run your fingers through Wanda’s hair. “I’m going to make us some tea, watch her.” She commanded, pointing a finger at the woman in your lap.

“Of course.” You said, smiling at the half-asleep woman. “You tired, darling?” You asked, running your fingers through her thick hair. She let out a content hum in response and relaxed further onto your lap. “Get some sleep.”

Natasha came back into the room carrying back two cups of tea and smiled at the sight of the two of you.

“She’s going to regret sleeping like that.” Natasha commented, placing the cups on the table.

“Leave her be.” You said as Natasha lifted Wanda’s legs and sat in their place, placing Wanda’s legs on her lap. “She didn’t sleep last night.”

“Maybe if she would listen to me.” Natasha smirked, grabbing her mug and leaning her head on your shoulder.

“It’s not like we did it to spite you.” You said, rolling your eyes but wrapped an arm around her waist.

“I know.” Natasha said, leaning down and kissing Wanda on the forehead. “But you both should still listen to me.” She added, kissing your cheek. You didn’t say anything but smiled at the woman as you settled back into the couch. With Wanda laying asleep across the two of you, Natasha and you settled back into the couch and quietly talked as your girlfriend lay asleep across your laps.

Non-reader POV

“I’m going to kill Stark.” Natasha grumbled as she helped one of her girlfriends out of the elevator. Wanda followed both women out with a smirk.

“You let her get into the contest with Tony.” She pointed out, moving in front of them both to open the bedroom door. “If I remember correctly you were cheering her along.”

“And I won.” Y/N slurred, stumbling into the doorframe. “Oops. Tony was so mad.”

“Yes, he was darling.” Natasha commented, smirking as she watched Y/N stumble around the room until she sat on the bed.

“Wanda you promised to stop moving the furniture.” Y/N whined, collapsing onto the bed.

“Oh, you really had a lot, didn’t you?” Wanda asked with a smile, moving to kneel in front of her. “No-one moved the furniture, kolibri. When was the last time you had this much?” She questioned, grabbing both of Y/N’s hands in hers.

“The last time I remember seeing her like this was Clint’s birthday.” Natasha said, moving over to the two with a set of new clothes for Y/N.

“You remember that?” Wanda asked, giving the red head a look. “You were just as drunk as she was.” She pointed out causing the red head to narrow her eyes at Wanda.

“I had the same amount of drinks, but I have a better tolerance than Y/N does.” Natasha insisted. “I’m Russian. I’m supposed to.”

“Sure darling.” Wanda said, rolling her eyes at the red head. “C’mon kolibri, you need to get changed.” Wanda cooed, helping Y/N stand.

“No.” She whined, squirming out of her hold. “I don’t wanna get changed.” She added laughing, twirling away from Wanda until she physically could not move. “Wanda, no powers.”

“Sorry kolibri.” She shrugged, moving over to take the intoxicated woman’s shirt off. “But you need to get changed.”

“How about we do something more fun?” Y/N suggested, looking between the two. “I’m already partially naked.” She added, winking at Wanda who turned bright red. Natasha laughed before pulling the shirt off Y/N’s head.

“Maybe later, Y/N.” She told her, helping her into her pajamas. Y/N was barely listening as she started moving around the room. “Let’s get you some Panadol.” Natasha said, wincing as you almost fell over.

“I’ll watch her.” Wanda said, pulling Y/N over to the bed. Natasha left the room and came back quickly with two pills.

“Shh.” Wanda said quickly as Natasha came back in. Y/N was fast asleep in Wanda’s lap, a content look on her face as she curled further into Wanda.

“Didn’t take her long.” Natasha commented, setting the Panadol onto the nightstand. “You want me to move her?” She questioned Wanda.

“She’s fine for now.” Wanda said, waving a hand at Natasha. “I’ll move her after, just in case she wakes up.”

“You want some coffee?” Natasha asked, kissing both Y/N and Wanda on the head.

“Thank you, lyubov’.” Wanda said, settling back in the bed as Natasha stood and went back into the kitchen. It was another hour before Wanda and Natasha moved Y/n into bed properly and curled around her and fell asleep themselves.

Reader POV

“Stark, what the hell were you thinking?” Natasha growled, hands on her hips as she narrowed her eyes at the billionaire.

“I wasn’t thinking is that what you want to hear?” He asked, not looking at the angry Russian. “I know we had a plan, but it was failing.”

“You endangered the team. You almost got us all killed.” She added, steam starting to pour out of her ears.

“This was the only way we were going to destroy the base and get the tech out.” He defended himself. “I’m sorry, Natasha. There I’ve said it, happy?”

“I can’t do it anymore.” Natasha snapped, turning away from the man and towards the rest of the team. “Rogers, you take over.” She said, pointing at the blonde.

Natasha stormed over to you and Wanda and checked you both over, even though Bruce had just finished checking you both over.

“Are you sure, you’re both okay?” She asked, critically looking you both over.

“We’re fine, gorgeous.” You assured, leaning into Wanda’s side. It wasn’t a lie, the two of you were fine. A couple scraps, bruises and you were both exhausted, but you were both okay.

“Fucking Stark and his idiotic plans.” She snapped, kissing both Wanda and you gently. “I should kill him.” She added, sitting on your other side.

“No, you really shouldn’t.” Wanda said. “He just did what he thought was right for the mission.”

“And he could have killed not only the team, but the both of you.” Natasha told the woman. “And if he did that, he would be deader than dead.”

“But none of us are dead.” You said, taking her hand in yours. “We’re all alive and it’s going to take more than a few HYDRA agents to take any of us out.”

“This was such a shitty mission.” Natasha sighed, leaning her head on your shoulder. She wasn’t wrong, it had been a shitty mission. You’d all been stuck in the ass crack of nowhere for days, with Tony and Steve arguing with each other over everything and the lack of sleep you’d all experienced in the last few days.

“You look tired, Tash.” Wanda mentioned, frowning at the bags under the red heads eyes.

“Who isn’t?” She snorted, shaking her head. “Between Steve and Tony yelling at each other all night and the constant threat of HYDRA discovering us, I haven’t slept in days.”

“You need to sleep, Nat.” You admonished your girlfriend.

“When we get back to the Tower, I will.” She promised. You shared a look with Wanda before the two of you stared at Natasha. “Don’t look at me like that. I just promised to sleep.”

“You need to sleep now.” Wanda said firmly. “There is no later, you need to do it now.”

 “The team is here.” She protested. “I don’t want to sleep around them.”

“Tash, you are not a robot.” You told her, taking her hand in your own. “They all know you’re human and as a human, you need to get some sleep.” You said, staring intently at her. Natasha didn’t say anything as she looked between you two.

“Fine.” She sighed, after several minutes. “But just for a little.” She added before laying across both your laps. 

“No action on the jet.” Tony smirked, looking at the three of you. “I thought we all discussed that rule.”

“That rule is only for you, Tony.” You pointed out, getting several chuckles from the team. “And no-one is getting lucky right now, Natasha sleeping.”

“And if you wake her, I will dump you in the ocean.” Wanda threatened. Tony smiled but raised his hands in surrender as he walked away. Natasha stayed dead asleep even after you reached the Tower. Pietro ran Natasha to your floor and you two followed after them.

Wanda thanked Pietro as you got in bed with Natasha. A few minutes later Wanda joined you and you both fell asleep curled around Natasha. Curled around each other the three of you felt safer together, it felt like nothing could or wold go wrong. And that was a feeling you all enjoyed.

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When Natasha Met Peggy

** I always thought that Steve and Natasha’s interactions at Peggy’s funeral suggested that Natasha and Peggy had met.  So, here’s a way I thought it could happen! **

WHEN NATASHA MET PEGGY:

Natasha never meant to spy on him.  It just sort of happened.  It was a slow day at the Avengers headquarters, and Natasha proposed a visit to a nearby bar.  Secretly, getting Steve Rogers drunk was on her bucket list, and that day seemed as good a day as ever to try.  

           “Sorry, I have to be somewhere this afternoon,” Steve said offhandedly, shrugging on his brown leather jacket.

           “Where are you going?” she asked casually, Sam’s smirk from across the table not escaping her.

           “Nowhere special.  I’ll see you guys tomorrow for the morning briefing?”

           “Ay ay, Captain,” she returned with a little salute, watching him thoughtfully as he walked out of room.  Once he was out of sight, Natasha turned swiftly toward Sam and asked, “He finally is seeing someone, isn’t he?”

           “I’m not saying anything.”

           “You don’t have to sayanything.  The look on your face is enough.  So, what do you know about her?”

           “Why don’t you ask him yourself?”  Sam said, standing up and grabbing his used coffee mug from the table.  “By the way, I am still game for that drink.”

           “Forget about the drink, this is much more interesting.”

           “I have nothing to share,” Sam said, laughing when he saw the calculating look on Natasha’s face.  “I swear, I know nothing!”

           “You know, Sam, that I have a very particular set of skills.”

           “They won’t get you anywhere.  All I know is that he’s been disappearing a lot lately. I just assumed it’s for a girl.”

           “And you haven’t asked him?”

           “It’s not really any of my business.  Or yours.”

           Natasha was slightlychagrined by that statement, but it didn’t stop her from casually tailing Steve when he left the office for an afternoon errand a few days later.  She kept a safe distance, internally justifying her spying on her co-worker until the inner chatter became too noisy and she just admitted she was being nosy. Frankly, there were worse things she could be doing.  

           That morning, she followed him onto a subway car heading up toward Manhattan.  He got off one borough earlier, stopping at a flower stand and buying a bouquet of cheery daisies.  Natasha felt this had all but confirmed her suspicions as she followed him, until he turned the corner and walked up to a nursing home.   It was a smart building, blending in quite nicely with the neighboring walk-ups.  She approached slowly, not quite knowing if she should follow.  Obviously, Steve wasn’t going to visit a girlfriend. Instead, she felt that she inadvertently stumbled into something much more personal.  

           She hesitated at the stairway and went to turn when he said, “Nat, are you coming or not?”

           She looked up in surprise at him standing in the doorway.  He smiled wryly as he walked down the steps toward her.  When they were level, she asked, “When did you know?”

           “Before the subway.”

           She glanced behind him at the building and said, “I’m sorry, I thought you were just seeing a girl.”  She realized just how deep of a hole she had dug for herself and added a half-baked, “I wanted to make sure she was good enough?”

           “You’re not entirely wrong.  Come on, I’ll show you.”

           She followed him up the steps, noticing how the woman at the front desk greeted him with an easy familiarity.  

           “How is she today?” he asked.

           “This morning was a little difficult, but she’s better now.”

           He nodded and turned toward a corridor, Natasha widening her gait to keep up with him.  During her training, she learned to piece together information from scraps. But, even she couldn’t place who they were seeing at the nursing home.  It wasn’t until they turned into a room, and Natasha saw her, that she knew.

           The woman was much older, but Natasha immediately recognized her from the photo in the SHIELD bunker.  While Steve hadn’t divulged much about her identity then, Natasha learned more about her when she released SHIELD’s files to the public. The woman had an enviable resume, not only founding SHIELD, but serving as the organization’s first female director.

           While she had an illustrious past, currently, she was struggling to grab the television remote situated on the edge of her nightstand.  Steve stepped forward immediately and picked up the remote, pressing it into her palm. She smiled gratefully and turned off the television as she remarked, “Thank you.  I couldn’t stand another minute with those ghastly View women.”

           “No problem, Peg.”  Steve stepped back, clearing his throat.  “I have someone here to meet you today.  Peggy, this is Natasha Romanoff.”

           Natasha did not often find herself intimidated, but it took work to maintain the older woman’s clear gaze.

           “It’s nice to meet you.”  

           “You as well, Natasha.”  Peggy slid her gaze to Steve and said, “She is very beautiful, Steve.”

           His cheeks flushed and he stammered, “Oh, Natasha and I aren’t together.”

           “He wishes,” Natasha said with a smirk.

           The three of them chatted for a while, Steve darting out to grab Natasha a chair at Peggy’s behest, and it was a good fifteen minutes before Peggy asked who Natasha was, and then again ten minutes after that.  Natasha could see that it was wore on Steve each time she asked, and after the second introduction, she said, “I’ll let you two have a moment.  Peggy, it was great to meet you.”

           Natasha waited outside, helping herself to a scoop of ice cream from the common area where one of the residents gamely flirted with her.  She went along with it, seeing the joy that it brought the older man to talk and play.  When she saw Steve approaching, she leaned forward and kissed the man on his cheek.

           “You behave yourself now, Harold,” she scolded lightly.  

           She met Steve at the front and he said, “I see you’re making friends.”

           “You can stay longer if you want,” she said.  “I didn’t mean to cut your visit short.”

           “No, it’s okay.  She was getting tired.  That’s usually when she’s less lucid.”

           Natasha nodded, following him out of the building. “So, how long have you been coming here?”

           “Only a few weeks.  I didn’t even know she was alive, but then…” he trailed off, rubbing at the back of his neck.  “It’s just nice to have her back.”

           “You knew her before.”

           It wasn’t a question, but a statement.  Steve shoved his hands deep into his pockets and said, “I knew her before all of this, really.  I met her when I was first recruited.  A lot people didn’t think that I was the right choice, but she didn’t waver.  She never has.”  He paused, jaw ticking.  “Anyway, that was all a long time ago now.”

           Natasha was quiet for a moment before she said, “I’m sorry.”

           He looked over at her with surprise.  “For what?”

           “For what you missed.”

           Steve shrugged, a sad smile passing over his lips. “It doesn’t pay to dwell, right?”

           “No, not to dwell,” she agreed, thinking of moments in her own life that she would necessarily miss.  “But it’s okay to acknowledge it.”

           Steve nodded, a comfortable silence falling between them.

           The next week, Steve hurried out after a meeting and Sam glanced over at Natasha, expecting questions.  She felt his gaze and looked up from her phone.  

           “Yes?”

           “You’re not going to give me the third degree on why he ran out like that?” he asked leadingly.

           “No, I solved that a while ago,” she said flippantly.  “It was all super boring, by the way.”

           “Really?” Sam asked, unconvinced.

           “Yes, really.”

           After a pause, Sam leaned forward and asked, “So, was I right?  Is it a girl?”

           Natasha stood as she gamely repeated what he told her last week, “You know, it’s not really any of my business.  Or yours.”

           “Oh, come on!” Sam called out behind her.

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We Grow Together (15)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Tessa Sullivan (OFC)

Chapter Summary: It’s Christmas! And that means snowball fights, hot cocoa with bourbon, and weird adult sleepovers. And gifts!

Summary: Relationships can be tough, especially when one person is a recovering-from-being-brainwashed-and-tortured former assassin and the other is an overworked mutant scientist. But hey, every couple has their struggles. Right?

The morning started slow, as all hungover mornings do. Sure, Bucky couldn’t really get drunk anymore, but he could still wake up with a god-awful taste in his mouth from too much bourbon mixed with one too many Cuban cigars – thank you Maria Hill for those little beasts. And after being pelted with snowballs that were more ice than snow, and falling asleep on the hardwood floor with his head propped at a weird angle against the couch and his legs folded up underneath him to make room for Steve’s sprawled out body, well, even the super soldier was feeling almost all of his 99 years.

Steve, on the other hand, woke after about three hours feeling totally refreshed and looking 100%, despite getting nailed repeatedly in the face by rock-hard ice balls the night before.

“What the hell are you doing?” Bucky asks his friend as he exhaustedly stumbles into the kitchen.

Steve turns around, spatula in hand, and points to the nearly full coffee pot. “I’m making you guys breakfast.”

The popping of the bacon was actually what had woken him, but the smell of it now, mixed with the smell of his breath, almost makes him gag. Steve takes one look at his face and bursts out laughing. “Knock it off,” Bucky mumbles at him.

“Guess you didn’t get enough of the serum all those years ago,” Steve says with a lilt as he turns back to the stove. “Shame really. It keeps you young.” He picks up his coffee cup and turns back to Bucky with a smirk. “And you look… very, very old right now.”

A metal middle finger is flipped up into the air as Bucky turns to head for the ensuite bathroom so he can brush his teeth. As soon as he enters the bedroom, he hears the faint snores that tell him the girls are still asleep. He looks over at the bed and sees Wanda passed out on what’s typically his side, a pillow over her head. Natasha is draped almost majestically over the foot of the bed, her face so peacefully relaxed that he almost doesn’t recognize her. And then there’s Tessa, who’s halfway off her side already, one arm dangling off the bed as her hip lingers precariously on the edge. He goes over and tucks her arm up underneath her. And when she doesn’t so much as stir, he gives her a little shove to move her lower body closer to the center of the bed.

“Such a gentleman,” Natasha mumbles into the comforter.

He doesn’t even respond, just continues on to the bathroom to find a toothbrush.

A couple hours later they’re all sitting in the living room, working on the third pot of coffee. Everyone except Wanda, who’s still sprawled out in their bed. Steve had set a glass of water on the nightstand for her, and Tessa had moved a small waste basket by her side just in case. “And she’s the youngest of us all,” she’d murmured with a disappointed shake of the head as she closed the door to the bedroom. But if they were worried about disturbing her as they ate and talked in the other room, they needn’t be.

“Maybe we should go check on her,” Steve suggests after a particularly loud bout of laughter – which doesn’t seem to make the young woman stir – dies down.

Tessa waves him off. “She’s fine. Just let her sleep.”

Nat starts to rise at that. “Actually,” she says, setting down her mug, “we should probably let her sleep in her own bed and let you two get to your private Christmas morning.” She winks at Tessa and offers Steve a hand to help haul him off the couch.

Tessa takes another sip of coffee before letting out an, “Ugh. It’s too early for that.”

“Too early for what?” Bucky asks, cocking his head curiously to the side.

She wiggles her eyebrows at him over the lip of her mug, but says nothing.

“You guys,” Steve starts, “this was really, really great.” He smiles down at his friends, a warm, sweet, genuine smile that reminds Bucky of the little kid he used to pal around with. “Really.”

“Really?” Bucky smirks sarcastically.

“I’m serious. The snowball fight, the hot chocolate – ”

“The weird adult sleepover,” Natasha interjects.

“Steve stayed over at our place for Christmas all the time,” Bucky says with a smile.

“You remember that?” Steve asks, a sort of wonder filling his voice. Bucky had been remembering so much of his former life over the last year that he didn’t always notice anymore when a long buried memory floated to the surface.

“Yeah. Your ma would pick up extra shifts around the holidays to get time and a half.”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes out, bright blue eyes holding Bucky’s gaze. “Yeah, she did.”

“Out of curiosity,” Natasha inquires, “when you two had hot chocolate as kids, was it equal parts cocoa and bourbon?”

“Nah,” Bucky says, getting to his feet, “Usually just a splash.” He pats Steve on the shoulder and gives him a little squeeze before heading for the bedroom. “You want help with sleeping beauty?”

“We got it,” Nat tells him as she pushes past. She makes her way over to the bed and peels the pillow off Wanda’s face, smiling crookedly as she’s met with a deep, awful groan. “Rise and shine,” she singsongs. “Steve’s going to carry you to your own bed. Try not to throw up on him, if you can help it.”

Steve gives a resigned sigh before leaning down and scooping the girl into his arms. She lets out another groan and he tenses, just waiting for her to blow chunks on his chest. But after a long moment he feels her settle into him. He moves slowly and carefully through the apartment towards the door, whispering, “Merry Christmas,” over his shoulder as he carries Wanda off to her room.

“Let me know how it goes,” Nat says to Tessa with a smirk before following the captain out.

Bucky closes the door behind them and leans up against it, looks over to Tessa who’s still sitting with her legs curled up underneath her on the sofa, nearly empty mug cradled in her hands. “Should I ask what it is?”

She smiles deviously and shakes her head.

“You want your present now?” he asks, pushing off the door and moving over to get something out of one of the desk drawers.

She sets down her mug and shifts on the couch, holds out her hands and says, “Yes please.”

But he doesn’t hand her anything. Instead, he reaches down and takes hold of her wrist, hauls her up off the couch. “Go get your shoes on.”

She gives him a suspicious look before glancing down at herself. “I’m not really dressed to go out,” she says, pulling at the dark red Henley of his that she has on.

It comes down to mid-thigh, and she’s wearing leggings underneath, so he just gives her a shrug. “It’s fine for where we’re going.”

“And where is that?” she asks, grabbing her sneakers when he hands them to her.

“It’s a surprise.” Once her shoes are on, he shows her the item he pulled from the drawer. It’s a long black, silk scarf, and he’s holding it with both hands like he’s getting ready to wrap it around her. “Turn around,” he says, an ominous hint to his voice.

“I’m not sure I want to.” She gives him a truly suspicious side-eye glare and he just can’t help but laugh.

He walks over to her and wraps the scarf around her eyes – once, then twice – before tying it in a knot in the back. Her hands come up and try to peel the blindfold away just enough so that she can peek through. “No.” He lightly slaps at her hands before grasping them and pulling them towards him as starts to lead her out of the apartment. She doesn’t budge. “C’mon,” he urges. “I promise, it’ll be worth it.”

“Okay, but… not too fast,” she says, taking tiny, overly cautious steps.

“You don’t trust me?” he teases, leading her through the hall and into the elevator.

“Blindfolds usually end in either a kidnapping or kinky sex. It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just know that either of those things could result in injury.” She continues to shuffle forward blindly as he pulls her out of the elevator and through the corridor. They stop suddenly and she hears the beeping of a keypad as he enters in a code. “Are we going out to the garage?” she asks. “Oh my God, you are kidnapping me!”

“Very funny,” he says, nudging the door open and leading her through.

“No, I knew it. You’ve been talking about me working too much. Now you’re taking me away from my work,” she drawls dramatically. “How will I live?!”

He halts in front of her and she very nearly slams into him, would have if she hadn’t been so overly cautious with her steps. “Actually, that’s a good idea. I should’ve just kidnapped you. Taken you somewhere far away where there are no labs or clinics or Tony Starks.”

“Tony Stark practically takes up this whole planet,” she says, moving her hands from his forearms, where’d they’d been positioned as he led her around, to his chest. “We’d have to leave the solar system.”

“Good point.”

“Are we there? Are we done?” She gently beats her hands on his chest as she begins an excited hop. “Can I take this damn thing off?”

He unties the blindfold and removes it from her head and steps off to the side as she shakes out her hair and blearily blinks. He stands by patiently as she gets her bearings and focuses on the gift in front of her.

“No,” she breathes out before taking a small step forward. “No,” again, a little louder, as she reaches out and touches the bright red carbon fiber body of the bike. She runs her fingers lightly along the mud guard before moving to the handlebar and letting them wrap around the grip.

The absolute look of adoration, the shock and awe swimming in her eyes is enough to make Bucky’s face split into a grin so wide it almost hurts his cheeks. “What do you think?” he asks, so excited that he’s actually rocking from his heels to his tiptoes.

“It’s a Ducati,” she says, almost to herself, her eyes never leaving the motorcycle in front of her. “You got me a Ducati.”

He steps forward and places his right hand on hers as it continues to grip the handlebar. “It’s a Panigale V4 Speciale.”

“It’s a V4,” she whispers.

“But it rides like a twin,” he tells her, and for the first time, she looks up at him. He gives a little laugh, taking in her still stunned expression. “What? I had to test it.”

“Babe,” she starts, her tone serious, “this is a $50,000 bike.”

He nods. “Yeah, apparently I make pretty good money as an Avenger. Or associate… I’m not really sure what I am. But I have a lot of money and not a lot to do with it.”

She tries to hide her smile, but just can’t. Her eyes actually begin to glisten with tears when she says, “This is so… it’s too much.”

Bucky shrugs as he smiles down at her. “Steve said you had some piece of junk Honda when he met you. And I know you hate driving your car in the city. And you did mention wanting to shave time off your commute.”

Her eyes get wide then. “How fast?”

“I took it up to 140… which you will never do,” he says with a stern point of his finger. She nods emphatically, her eyebrows raised in a devious way. “I mean it. I know you can ride. I would never get you this if I didn’t think you could handle it. But – ”

“I know, I know. They don’t call them donor-cycles for nothing.” He pulls his eyebrows together and gives her a confused look. “That’s what everyone in the ER calls motorcycles. You know, because people who ride them end up being organ donors.”

He swipes at her hand, which is still resting on the grip of the handlebar. “Never mind, I’m taking it back.”

“Noooo,” she whines with a laugh. “I promise, I’ll be sooo careful.”

“Steve told me not to do this,” he says with a half-smile and a shake of his head.

“Steve’s the one who convinced me to get a car after my old bike finally died.” She lets go of the Ducati and brings both of her hands up to Bucky’s shoulders. “Steve cannot be trusted.” Her hands make their way up his neck and then to either side of his face, and she pulls him in for a deep, grateful, there’s more where that came from kiss. “You. Are. Amazing.”

He kisses her again, long and deep, saying simply when he pulls away, “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

[lovelyparkers]

set it up

summary: two overworked superhero teenagers decide to drive two pushy adults in their life together so they can get a break. but it doesn't exactly go to plan. 4.7k+ words

warnings: swearing duh, angst, fluff, superhero!reader, pepperony!! romanoff!reader ps i hope no one has done this before. follows the movie 'set it up'

"come on y/n, keep it up, don't hold back."

you were in the compound's gym, breathless, just wanting some water, and pepper was still pushing you to your limit. and not to mention you were sparring nat. and she was extremely tricky.

"pepper i think she's beat," nat shouted.

pepper sighed, "alright alright. go get cleaned up and meet me in my office."

pepper left the room leaving you and nat on the mat. she held out a hand to life you up off the sweaty ground after slamming you down on it.

"jeez, she ever gonna give me a break?" you groaned out and you were pulled to your feet.

"i doubt it sis. she's so tense lately. i think it's tony."

"tony?"

nat side eyed you, "oh please. the tension between them is almost unbearable. they should just get together already. but they don't wanna hear it."

"so why is she taking it out on me," you cried.

"you know she wants you to protect yourself," your older sister shrugged, "but yeah she's really tough on you."

she took a long sip of water before continuing and throwing you a towel, "i'm telling you, it's tony."

"interesting."

later that night

you were now freshened up and heading to pepper's office, which never meant good. you trudged through the door, legs weak and tired.

"sit," pepper said.

"what now? it's almost midnight."

"i need you to run down to the lab and pick up some paper work for me," pepper held up a finger as you were about to speak, "and before you complain, it's concerning your new suit."

your eyes brightened real quick. new suit eh? you started to nod before getting up to head to the elevator lobby.

"oh and y/n?"

you turned to face pepper once again.

"take the stairs, good for that stamina."

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"i need you to go upstairs and get me some paperwork from pepper, and take the stairs!"

"but mr stark-"

"just go pete, you know how much i get on pep's nerves."

peter sighed and ran out of the lab to the big back staircase to run up to pepper's office. at the same time you were running down the stairs and collided with peter.

"ah!"

you fixed your hair after the impact, "geez you sure have a high pitched scream for a teenage boy peter."

"hey!" he whines and pouted his lip.

"sorry bout that. where you headed?"

"pepper's office. mr. stark is being so tough on me lately. like i cant get a break."

"yep same here. they should just get together already."

"what?"

but you were already making your way downstairs to answer peter.

when you got to the lab tony was in there looking down at a desk doing something with his many computers.

"y/n," he greeted you, not even looking up to know it was you.

"just here to grab some papers," you walked over to the stack tony started pointing at.

"thank you," and you walked out with out saying another word.

you trudged back up the many flights of stairs only to come face to face with a very slow moving peter doing the same.

"hey again," he whispered, "i'm so tired."

"me too," you sighed, "meet me in my room for hot chocolate in 20."

"sure."

and you continued to pass by each other until you arrived at your expected places. when you reached pepper's office, you plopped the papers onto a chair before noticing she wasn't even sitting there. but there was a yellow post it note that read

went to sleep, we will go over it later.

"she really doesn't know when to quit, huh," you spoke to yourself. at least you would get some rest with it now being past midnight. you walked slowly down the same, long hallway to your room. when you walked in you plugged in your keurig brewer on your nightstand and popped in some hot chocolate cups for you in peter. while it was heating you got on some comfy pyjamas and threw your sweaty work out clothes in the hamper. seconds later peter walked into your room in his pyjamas.

"that was quick?"

"yeah well i took the elevator up here instead."

you looked at him for a few seconds before saying, "nice."

you gave peter the first cup.

"gosh y/n thank you so much."

"of course," you started brewing your cup while peter got under your bed covers as per usual.

"if you spill that i will literally beat you up."

"i won't!"

"you said that last time and remember what happed?"

he looked down into his mug, "yeah."

"it's okay i trust you this time."

you joined peter in bed and turned on Superstore, one of your favourite shows to watch together at night. after many episodes and a whole mug of hot chocolate, peter looked at you with drowsy eyes. you turned to him with a face of confusion.

"what?"

"nothing, just thinking about what you said earlier. about pepper and mr. stark."

"yeah! what if we actually got them together? like, set them up. then they would be too busy with each other to push us around and we get more free time."

"i mean, i don't know. i wouldn't wanna get in any trouble with mr. stark. i'm trying to get him to see me as a partner rather than a protégé ya know."

"oh come on! you don't think i want that with pepper too? but for real. we need a break."

"yeah but- i don't know. i'm going to bed," peter stuttered before pulling up the blanket over his head and falling asleep beside you.

you sighed, "everytime."

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the next morning you woke up peter was gone, which gave you time to devise a spreadsheet for your plan. you typed away at your laptop for a little over an hour before you were supposed to be up to train with pepper. once you were finished you bolted to peter's room where he was sitting at his desk, unaware of your presence.

"peter!" you yelped, shoving the computer in his face. he jumped.

"gosh don't do that! how are you so quiet you move like a prius."

"whatever. look. it's everything we know about tony and pepper, literally everything. we can control theirs schedule too! in order to set them up. we have to keep getting them in the same room, break the tension, and get them to date!"

"that's crazy," he responded.

"i think it's a great idea, just- just think about please? for me?"

peter shook his head and in a mocking voice said, "no."

peter got up and left the room, probably headed to tony's side. meanwhile you headed to pepper's office.  you walked in to see the bin full of papers and blueprints, for your suit.

"what's going on?"

"i hate those designs tony did! i need something fresh and different!"

"well i might have a design!"

"what?"

"well i have one in mind i haven't actually worked it out yet but-"

"just go meet your sister in the gym."

you nodded your head and headed to the gym to meet up with nat.

"parker!"

peter jumped up at hearing tony yell his name upon entering the lab.

"y-yes?"

"where were you last night? i was looking for you?"

peter's eyes widened, "oh i was with y/n sir."

"y/n? huh."

"mhm."

"anyways get up. we're going for a swing. well not really i'll be trying to take you down while you try to swing."

oh gosh, peter thought. this week had already been so much on him. and now he was gonna get beat up by tony.

later at night peter practically crawled to your room, bursting in and flat out saying, "i'm in."

you smiled. your plan was about to go in full motion.

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"okay so we need a meet cute!"

"a...what?"

"like when two people meet before they fall in love," you said while walking through the city the next afternoon with peter.

"but they already met? they've known each other for years!"

"i know but like, what if we got them stuck in an elevator together, break the tension."

"hmm yeah i guess. ya know ned is really good with that stuff. we could ask him!"

"perfect! call him right now."

in the tower basement

"so, what's in it for me?"

peter held up a hat.

"a new hat?"

"okay i'll do it."

ned was now messing around with some circuit board in order to shut down the elevator once pepper and tony were both on it. you told pepper to meet you in the lab and peter told tony to meet him at the gym, a way both of them will get on the elevator together, unknowingly.

you guys watched the security cameras, pointing out when pepper stepped on the elevator, immediately taking out her phone and check emails. seconds late the elevator stopped a floor down, and tony got on.

"miss potts."

"tony."

tony pulled out some sunglasses to put on, though he was currently in an elevator. just as ned was about to shut down the elevator, thor walked in.

"damnit! what's thor doing?!" you yelled.

"should i still go?" ned asked.

"i don't know y/n! just go ned," peter said, meaning for ned to leave because the plan had failed. but ned didn't catch that and pushed a button stopping the elevator.

"what just happened," thor asked pepper and tony.

"the elevator shut down, point break," tony replied.

"oh my, i do not like that, this is why i take the stairs!"

"ned! what did you do?"

"peter said go!"

"peter!"

"y/n!"

you groaned, "just fix it ned!"

ned pushes the button. nothing. then again. nothing.

"um it's not working," ned said worriedly.

"shit," you and peter yelled in unison.

meanwhile pepper pressed the security call button in the elevator, thor was hugging tony's leg and tony was calling someone.

"who could you possibly be calling?" pepper asked.

"a mechanic?" tony replied.

"that's what the call button is for!"

"you really think security is gonna fix this?"

"yes!"

after messing with the circuits and buttons a few minutes later, the elevator finally moved again.

"oh, thank goodness!" thor yelled.

pepper left the elevator to head to the lab leaving tony and thor behind.

you shook your head, "well, that went fantastic."

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"do you think tony likes the yankees?" you asked peter later that night.

"yeah, he likes baseball, when it's business related."

"okay, perfect. what if we buy two tickets next to each other for pepper and tony to meet 'business' people, but they actually just sit together?"

peter looked at you in confusion, "why?"

you smirked, "trust me! i know a guy! plus i already bought the tickets," you pulled four tickets out of your pocket, "two for us too!"

next day at the game

you and peter arrived at the yankee stadium, you meeting him at your way far back almost last row seats wearing yankee's merch. tony was in his first class seat up front already, and you expected pepper to be there soon.

"y/n! where have you been! the game started."

"okay so i had to talk to my guy, and then i got distracted by the gift shop and bought this hat and jacket which was really expensive but i don't care i over dicked it."

peter was confused, once again, "you- what?"

"you know, i over dicked around?"

"no?"

"whatever," you squinted trying to see tony in his seat way far away and notice pepper walking up, "ooh! look there's pepper!"

pepper walked up and sat one seat over from tony, "really are you my business partner?"

tony scoffed, "no, i'm meeting some dude, goes by peterson."

oh if only you heard that fake name peter made up.

"whatever, guess they're late."

after an inning or two the jumbo screen lit up all pink with lip prints, the kiss cam.

you started jumping out of your seat, "yes! yeah! here we go!"

peter looked embarrassed, "so this was your plan?"

"yup, i knew my guy would come through."

"really curious how you know this guy."

"eh, long story."

the kiss cam floated around a few times before finding tony and pepper.

"ladies and gentlemen, tony stark and pepper potts!" the announcer belted out.

"woooo!!!" you shouted.

pepper just waved the camera off and tony put his hat on. the camera was on them for a solid 17 seconds before moving on and nothing happening.

"oh c'mon!" you jumped out of your seat once again, mad and passionate.

a few people kissed and the camera went back on tony and pepper. people starting chanting 'kiss!' and pepper again waved off the camera before just leaning over and kissing tony's cheek very quickly. tony smiled.

"what?! booo!" you yelled followed by the audience. the next inning started up but the kiss cam wasn't done yet. your guy new he wouldn't quit till that kiss happened. and again cheers of 'kiss' erupted from the stands. tony moved a seat over next to pepper now, take off his hat and sunglasses. pepper was now smiling, finally giving in. tony leaned over and kissed pepper for like two seconds. at the same time the batter up hit an out of park home run. everyone was cheering. you and peter were probably the loudest. you jumped and screamed and peter screamed and you jumped into his arms hugging him before screaming again. after the game was over you two headed back to the compound.

"well, would you look at that! your plan worked."

"heck yeah it did! they are gonna have an 'and yet' moment. i know it."

"a...what?"

"you know. i hate you because blah blah...and yet i love you more."

"oh, so now what," peter asked while standing next to you on the subway.

"we wait!"

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the next morning you woke up bright and early to meet pepper at the gym. you were all ready to be brutally challenged and exhausted. yet she wasn't there. after sitting on the gym floor, you phone rang—pepper.

"y/n, take the day off, we'll talk later tonight."

"okay!" you said, but she already hung up.

you jumped up off the floor running to peter's room to tell him the news. you didn't even knock and just walked in on a shirtless, terrified peter, shocked from your sudden presence.

"y/n!" he whisper-yelled before pulling on a shirt.

"guess what?"

"what?"

"i got the day off! i'm literally going to do nothing!"

"yeah? tony just called me saying he won't be around today."

"huh? look at that. i bet they are together! and we get our lives back!"

peter tilted his head to the side, "well you know our lives consist of being superheroes so there really is no day off."

you sighed, "you know what peter, i'm going to watch movies on netflix all day. you're free to join me but don't bring that attitude. we deserve a day off."

you ruffled his hair making him blush before running back to your room, ready to change into some sweats instead of work our clothes and a full day in bed, hopefully peter joining you. spoiler alert: he did.

"so, what should we watch?"

"killing eve!"

"that sounds...violent," peter said.

"well, yeah it is. but you're gonna love it! let's watch!"

"okay!"

after finished two seasons of killing eve, you and peter were out of it, completely exhausted from doing nothing, and were dead asleep. you got food and drinks along the way but now it was late and why not sleep. you never get days off.

the next morning you and peter were startled awake by a loud knock on the door.

"peter i know you're in there! it's training time let's go!"

it was tony.

peter didn't move. but you were now wide awake. you got up off of peter's stomach where you fell asleep and nudged him and poked his face. he still didn't move.

"peter!" you screamed really close to his face.

his immediate reaction was to jump up and grab you.

"WHAT?!"

you were now very uncomfortable in peter's arms, "um tony said he wants you to go to the gym for training."

he let go of you before saying, "oh okay."

he left your room with a little smile and wave while you got dressed for the day to meet pepper in her office. she wasn't there yet so you sat waiting for her. and when she finally walked in, you said,

"hey pep! where've you been?"

"i was with someone, thank you."

"ooo who?"

"frankly, that's none of your business, y/n."

"was it tony?"

pepper looked at you with wondering eyes, "how did you know?"

you were in deep shit, "i- uh the...thor told me!"

"whatever," pepper sighed, "so about the suit..."

"so parker, what's with y/n? you weren't in your room this morning so i knew you'd been in hers," tony said winking, while sparring with peter.

"i- it's nothing mr. stark," peter groaned out.

"uh huh."

"anyways, big gala tonight!"

"what," peter deadpanned.

"yup, pepper and i planned it together last night. you know, she's a great woman."

"kinda last minute but okay."

"bring y/n, alright. be a gentleman. 5 pm sharp, main room."

"okay, i will!"

tony tricked peter out getting him square in the abdomen. it didn't hurt, but still.

"haha, gets distracted with the girl on the mind. go freshen up it's already 1. caterers are on their way."

"sure sure," peter was out of breath and sweaty. he slowly walked to his room ready for a cold shower. he ran into you on the way there, also sweaty.

"hey."

"hey parker. pepper just made me run 18 blocks! i'm literally dying! but hey! last minute gala tonight! wow!"

peter laughed, "yeah, yeah. anyways go with uh, with me?"

you laughed now, "yeah of course. duh."

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you and peter showed up to the gala dead at 5pm. peter was wearing some black dress pants and a white button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. meanwhile, you wore a black romper with white detailing. the others were dressed head to toe in luxury, fancy dresses, tuxedos, million dollar diamonds and what not.

"wow, okay. we are way underdressed," you said shocked.

"yeah," peter nervously chuckled.

you and peter decided to head over to the hors d'œuvres. delicious and expensive. you two stuffed your faces until literally full and exploding and decided to find your sister to bother.

you sneaked up behind her, peter following suit. she had on a black and red dress, of course. you ran and jumped on her back screaming,

"NAT ATTACK!"

nat immediately pulled you off her and put you in a loose head lock. when she saw it was just you, she let go. still drawing attention to you two. and peter was just nervously standing a few feet away.

"y/n what the hell!"

you pointed to peter, "he said to!"

peter threw his hands up while nat gave him a look.

"i know it wasn't you peter. i know my sister."

he dropped his arms and sighed, not wanting to get beat up by natasha.

"go bother someone else, i'm talking," nat whispered to you.

"okay," you whispered back.

you and peter were lousy and out of it from all the food you ate, and yet you developed a craving for pizza.

"peter?"

"yeah?"

"let's go get pizza right now!"

"okay!"

and now you and peter left the compound to find a cheap little pizza joint, your favourite. it was $5 for a pizza. yikes. but you liked it. on the way back, you and peter were dancing around and laughing, holding the warm pizza. you snuck in through a secret back door only the avengers knew about to avoid the crowd. you successfully made your way up and up to the rooftop to enjoy your pizza.

you and peter sat and began to eat the pizza while gazing out over the city.

"this is so good," you cried out.

"yeah."

"like, so good," you looked at peter who was still looking at you. you continued eating your slice. then you were just staring at each other and time painfully stopped.

you stared at each other a little too long.

"um, i should go. it's getting late. early day tomorrow."

peter shook out of his trance, "oh yeah of course. take some for the road," he said holding out the box, getting two more pizzas for you.

"fold it crust side out. i'm a lady."

peter laughed, "sure y/n, sure."

you waved and left to the elevator with your pizza to go. peter sat on the roof and finished it, thinking about you.

two weeks later after everything going smoothly

"let's go parker! we need to fight!"

"what?"

"you heard me!"

tony sounded furious. he practically charged at peter in the gym.

"mr. stark, what's going on?"

"pepper and i, are done."

peter's eyes widened, "what happened?!"

"adult stuff you wouldn't understand. get out of here."

"but you just said-"

"out."

peter left to go find you.

"you know, tony didn't deserve me. i'm a much more mature woman. a man like him doesn't deserve me."

"you're right. get it girl!"

pepper gave you a questioning look before finishing, "he's a man child. doesn't know how to please a woman."

she walked out of the office before returning again, "and you know what, maybe i'm better off being independent."

you nodded and she walked off again. you started to walk away before the door opened.

pepper began to talk again, "but i did love him. but he's crazy!"

she finally left and finished her rant, giving you time to think. maybe this was a bad idea. you knew pepper meant no harm to you and just wanted you to be safe and strong and independent. she really cared for you. and you liked working with her. she was a great mentor in reality.

oh god, this was a bad idea.

you had to find peter.

you ended up running into him in the hallway of living quarters.

"peter!"

"y/n thank gosh. i ran here! they broke up! we have to fix this or we will never hear the end of it."

"no no no! we can't keep tricking them like this."

"what do you mean? they were falling in love!"

"yeah," you yelled, "because of us! if they want to fall in love it should be on their own terms, not just because we are forcing them to for our benefit. that's not right."

"yeah but think about how much free time we have had! we can literally do anything we want!"

"come on! you know training is actually good for us. i didn't realise it until now. but really we messed up."

"but if tony and pepper aren't together then i will never get to be tony's partner. i will always just be the protege. he's so mad since they broke up. he will never let me live it down."

you scoffed, "see it's just that. you're just too focused on being on tony's level and becoming tony that you're choosing to be a piece of shit."

peter took a step closer to you, "oh yeah, and what about you. you designed a suit. or at least tried. but you gave up because you can't commit. just like this plan. if you just stuck to something for once, maybe pepper would pay more attention."

you shook your head. that was a low blow.

"you know what. do what you want. i'm done. this is over."

you walked away, and immediately peter felt regret. terrible, horrible, regret. he fucked up.

"y/n."

you were already outta there.

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peter walked back to the training room to find tony and pepper laughing.

"h-hey guys. what's going on?"

"oh, we just sorted out our differences. i think we can make this work. with time, healing, and honesty," pepper said softly, grabbing tony's hand.

"anyways, partner," tony began, "care to join me for dinner?"

"me?" peter asked shocked.

"yeah you've earned it. let's go. tomorrow night."

tomorrow

so peter was now sat in a mega fancy steak house in manhattan with tony. tony ordered him the most expensive meal and they sat eating together. but peter was troubled. over you. he texted and called you a million times that day and during the drive. and you didn't answer once. the moment he sat down in tony's fancy car he realised he fucked up and should've listened to you. you can push people together, but they have to fall in love themselves; not by force.

and he only realised that now.

"this," tony said referring to the steak, "is fantastic. best meal i've ever had."

peter looked down at his phone. still nothing from you.

"best meal i've ever had was a $5 pizza on a rooftop," peter whispered.

"what?"

"i gotta go."

peter got up and left the restaurant leaving tony to enjoy two meals.

meanwhile at the compound

"so y/n. show me these suit designs you have."

"oh, um i really only have one that i worked on all night. it's fresh and not very finished but," you said handed over the papers to pepper.

"no, no i think these are great," pepper replied as she scanned the sheets, "inspired by your sister, yes?"

"mhm. and a little bit of...peter."

"mmm, lovers quarrel."

"what? no!"

"i see how you two act together."

"whatever."

pepper got an alert on her phone that peter entered through the secret back entrance. and an idea popped in her head.

"y/n, go up to my bedroom and get the other sheets off my night stand. i think if we combine our designs, we can make a great suit. teamwork," she smiled.

"okay," you grinned.

you were about to head for the stairs when pepper stopped you, "take the elevator."

so you were now off to pepper's room to get the papers and peter was running in the main lobby almost straight into pepper.

"she's in the living quarters."

peter nodded and ran up the stairs to get to you.

you were now leaving peppers room, holding both your designs and pepper's. peter spotted you in the hallway and slowed down. you were too busy looking at the sheets to notice him until you were right in front of him.

"oh, hey. what are you doing here?"

"pepper told me you were up here."

"of course."

"so...look y/n i'm sorry. i shouldn't have acted the way i did. i know we messed up. we can't force two people together. but hey, they made up their differences. all this time i was just trying to get to tony's level and to get myself some rest. i didn't think about anyone else's feelings. and i didn't listen to yours. i'm so sorry. but if there's one thing i learned, they found what they like. and so did i. i like you. so much."

you smiled. he was sincere.

"you're not hard to get. you're hard to earn. and that's so much better."

"you're a dick. you don't understand half my references."

"what," peter was hella confused.

"and you snore really loud. like really loud."

peter now realised what you were doing.

"well y/n you're a sore winner. you're too loud and you're...you're too pretty," peter bit back.

you laughed.

peter laughed.

"and yet," you began.

"i still love you," he finished.

now it was silent. smiles being exchanged. then peter stepped forward to hold your cheek and press a soft kiss to your lips. you kissed him back. your lips moved in sync. then he pulled away, smiling oh so bright at you.

you laughed, coming to a realisation about pepper, "i guess in the end she was the one who set us up."

WOO! this was a long one. i really really enjoyed writing it, as it's based off my fave rom com on netflix starring zoey deutch and glen powell! i highly recommend. anyways i hope you all enjoy this! i love you all mwah love, juli <3

[natryley-blog]

Liability

time frame - March 19, 2018 & November 2013 location - New Jersey & Sea Crest Cove Tw: death tw: violence

It had taken the line longer than normal to get her coffee. All she wanted was her daily dose of caffeine and snackage. Unfortunately her checkup with the doctor had brought her to a different coffee store than her normal one with Myrtle and Mary. One or the other were always there to serve her; as soon as they saw her in line they knew what to get her. Nat was a regular and a friendly one at that. Bringing her to the other side of town meant that she knew nothing about who worked there. She sighed once more as she ended up moving very slowly forward. Those who took their time to decide on coffee were not someone she appreciated.

By the time she was walking out the shop with her coffee Nat was ready to flop onto the ground and give up. They didn’t even have the sticky buns she liked. Resolved to just enjoy her coffee on the walk home she barely processed that she had been bumped into. Her shoulder stung slightly from the impact and she made a noise as she turned to look at whomever had collided with her. The face that graced her presence was one that she had thought she’d never see again. His hair was shorter than she last saw him and he no longer looked so lanky. Dressed in jeans and a beaten up t-shirt; though one could never really tell anymore if it bought that way or if life had happened to the fabric. It was California after all.

They both stopped in the middle of the sidewalk with others walking around them-some with grimaces on their faces. “Tash?” His green eyes settled onto her frame and she felt a flash of red appear from her mind.

“What are you doing? We need to call the police!”

“Nick.” She didn’t want to speak to him. She wanted to cower away or punch him or both. He seemed excited to see her and as his arms wrapped around her she made no motion to return the hug.

“I can’t believe this is happening! Who would have thought we’d have ended up in the same place? All the way across the country!” His smile wasn’t returned but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Nat couldn’t respond as her hands formed fists. At some point she had dropped her coffee and the cardboard cup had rolled into the street. Her eyes ran over the spill of brown liquid against the pavement, the sun already causing it to dry up. Over a few short seconds the brown started to form into a red; dark and murky. No, she thought, There’s no light in that memory.

“Nick! We need to call someone!” She pushed against his arm. When he had called her over, she had no idea what to expect. She just accepted that he needed her and as a friend she wouldn’t ever let him down. Arriving at his house in the middle of the night, Nat didn’t know what to expect. They’d known each other for a few months and even when she moved to a different foster home a few towns away, they stayed close. He was the first male she’d trusted in a long time. In fact, she had hoped he’d see her as more than just a friend with benefits. Their connection was quick but deep.

When she arrived, he dragged her indoors and she found it completely strange he was being so noisy. His father was most likely home and didn’t allow visitors ever. However the lights were on and he was dragging her into a room she had never been in before. His father’s bedroom. The light from the hallway and a small light on the nightstand provided the only lighting that helped her see just what it was that had made him so frantic. There on the hardwood floor laid his father. She immediately noticed the smell, though she couldn’t tell if it was in her head or the blood that surrounded the man and was splattered on Nick’s clothes. A broken bottle caught her attention next and the alcohol filled up her senses as well. The smells and sights around her caused her to want to puke. However, she didn’t.

Instead she gripped his arm,“What did you do?”

His head shot to hers and the expression there was one that was filled with terror. “I didn’t-I don’t. Tash, what do I do?” She had no answer and he moved around the room and told her to wait there. The glass of the window a few feet away shattered and she jumped. Running over to it, she saw that Nat was the cause of it.

“What are you doing? We need to call the police!” He glared at her before coming back into the house.

“It needs to look like a robbery. Like someone broke in.” He approached her as she backed into the wall. His hands gripped her shoulders tight but all she could see was the blood spattered onto his clothing.

“I need to get out of here. You’re going to help me. No one will believe me if I go to the cops, they all knew my dad. I have to leave.” He shook her slightly as he spoke but relaxed slightly after.

“What are you talking about?”

At some point, Nick had a knife in his hand and it was when he smashed the point of it into the wall just by her shoulder. As he gripped it tighter, the blade slipped down against her skin. It wouldn’t be until later that she noticed the cut he’d given her.

“Can you help me? I didn’t mean to. He just-he came at me and I just couldn’t take it anymore.” Nat glanced up at him and for the first time felt like she saw more emotion in him than ever before. “He talked about you Tash. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

She placed her hands on his arms softly. She’d already seen too much and Nat knew that the police in the area did shit to help the teens that they deemed reckless or trouble. Nodding, she smiled as he placed a kiss on her lips. She almost let herself pretend none of it was happening but as he pulled away Nat sighed. “What do we do?”

“I need to get out of here. I can find my way onto the trains well enough. My dad keeps his money in a jar in his closet. I can grab that and go somewhere. Anywhere that isn’t here.” She nodded, wrapping her arms around herself as he moved around the room. He stopped midway as he counted the dollars in his hands and stared at her.

“Come with me.”

She flinched backwards and shook her head, “I can’t. You know that.” He looked like he wanted to argue with her, yet, he didn’t. “Take the jar with you.” He looked confused at the jar lying empty on the bed. “It’ll have your prints on it.” He smiled guiltily at her but nodded.

“Are you alright?” The clean shaven Nick that stood in front of her looked concerned and attempted to comfort her by putting his hand on her shoulder. She flinched backwards.

It was three days later that they found his father’s body and everyone had looked to her to know what had happened. Of course the police had brought her in and she snapped at them every time they tried to call Nick her boyfriend. As they sat in the interrogation room, her foster parents beside her, Nat tapped her finger against the table impatiently. Knowing she could leave at any point she was only doing it as a courtesy to her foster parents, plus she didn’t want to deal with their anger and drunken shouting later. The day was already long enough. A detective came into the room and silently placed a piece of paper within a clear bag onto the table and pushed it towards her. “Is this your marriage proposal? If so I only accept them if the male in question has offered up three goats and a cow to my dear and darling father. Well-foster father.” Her deadpan tone matched her expression perfectly and the detective didn’t bother to look offended.

“Read it and find out.”

“Alright, pretty boy, but just know there are no negotiations.” Her foster parents wanted to chastise her but the detective held up his hand to wave it off. Her eyebrow rose as she pulled the paper in a bag closer and read it. The contents of the letter written in familiar writing had her eyes widening and a mixture of rage and pain filling her entire body.

Hours later she was sitting in the park in silence. No one ever came to the park when it was dark out, knowing the dangers of being mugged. She had no money to give up and she held the demeanor of someone who would put up a fight regardless. With her hood up, she stared at the ground and kicked at the dirt. The letter was a scrap of paper that the police had found within Nick’s things. He was their first suspect naturally since he had disappeared. Even Nat had no idea where he was. A line kept showing constantly through her mind: Soon that bastard will get what he deserves and I have the perfect plan.

Since that night, Nat had sworn to never let someone take advantage of her. Taking another step back, she barely twitched as she knocked into another person attempting to walk around them. “Tash?”

“Get away from me.” She turned away and stormed off. After weeks of the police searching for him, the case had gone cold and only a few people knew the real truth.