#Angel!bucky barnes

[vellicore]

Angel vs. Demon Bucky

[bucksangel]

not if it's you (x)

[nev3rfound]

strike twice : b.b

bucky sure knows how to put his foot in it sometimes. but when a storm causes a powercut throughout new york, he's quick to make amends. (1k word count)

warnings - just a fluffy piece :)

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"Fine!" You scream in response, exasperated from the argument that arose between you two other such a trivial matter.

Scoffing, Bucky picks up his bag and heads for the door to your room. "Night, Y/n." Bucky manages to say through gritted teeth, not daring to spare you a glance in response before slamming the door shut, almost breaking it from the hinges.

"Asshole." The word leaves your lips in a whisper as you collapse onto your bed with a heavy sigh.

The rain lining the windows mirrors the tears falling down your cheeks, all of which slowly link together before disappearing through the cracks and quickly replenishing.

Reaching over, you grab a hold of your phone, only to see it's dead. "Fuck!" You groan, throwing your phone at your wall before bringing your legs to your chest, allowing your cries to increase in the comfort of your own room with the rain battering down on the windows.

On the lower levels of the compound, Bucky sits with a scotch in his grasp, nursing it tenderly whilst Steve sits beside him, slightly dumbfounded.

"So what were you guys even arguing about?" Steve asks, brows remaining furrowed following Bucky's slightly rushed explanation.

"Doesn't even matter now." Bucky huffs, taking another swig of his drink. "But she's not happy, and neither am I frankly."

Humming in response, Steve glances behind him noticing rain starting to hammer against the windows. "And you had nothing to do with that?" He dares ask, hearing his friend's glass slam down on the counter.

"No." Bucky is too quick to respond, knowing for a fact it is his fault this time. "Possibly." It passes his lips softly in defeat. "I might've messed up, pal."

"You don't say." Steve chuckles, now fixated on the rain lashing down, and the rumbles of thunder following suit. "Storms on its way." He motions, oblivious to Bucky tensing at the statement.

"A stor-" Before Bucky can finish his question, the lights above start to flicker, TV monitors start to glitch and FRIDAY blares gibberish. Quick to stand up, Bucky heads for the door just as the entire compound is submerged in darkness. "Oh no." His lips turn to a frown upon hearing a well-known cry from across the compound.

Your eyes frantically search the room for your phone, only to find it and remember it's out of battery. "No, no." Mumbles pass from your lips in a panic whilst the rolls of thunder boom closer to your window, causing you to jolt with every sound.

Reaching for your blanket, you quickly grab a hold of it before stumbling into the bathroom and quietly close the door behind you.

Eagerly running through the compound, Bucky hears numerous conversations happening at once, but none of them concern him as he runs several flights of stairs to reach your floor. Once there, he slowly lets himself into your room, trying to see your silhouette through the lightning strikes.

"Doll?" Bucky calls out, now fully in your room but you are nowhere in sight.

With a sigh, Bucky turns to exit your room, wondering if perhaps you went to find solace in Natasha or someone else. "Bucky?" He pauses, hearing you whimper from the bathroom.

Wasting no time, Bucky opens the door to vaguely see you in the bathtub with a blanket wrapped around your body. "Hey, it's okay, I'm here." Apprehensively approaching you, Bucky can see you shaking frantically and tears lining your cheeks. "Let me get in the tub, yeah, baby?" Bucky ensures his tone is soft, tensing at the drums of thunder and your immediate panic.

"I, I heard the thunder, then I saw," Struggling to form words through your shaking lips, Bucky hushes you into his embrace. "and then the power went." Sniffing, you wipe your nose with your sleeve. "I'm such a wimp." A watery laugh sounds from you, and you can feel Bucky chuckling behind you.

"You're far from one, Y/n. Everyone has irrational fears." Stroking your arm with his right hand, you focus on that feeling, his fingertips circling. "When I was a kid, I was terrified of snails." Bucky smiles at your laughter bouncing the walls.

Glancing up with a grin etched on your lips, Bucky only shakes his head at you. "Of all the things, snails?"

"What can I tell you, doll." He shrugs. "Steve used to help 'em out. He'd see them in a weird spot, pick it up, and," Bucky shudders at the thought, only furthering your amusement. "yeah, so I don't exactly love snails, even now."

Now leaning back against his chest, your breathing has finally evened out. The storm outside is dull whilst Bucky continues to tell you stories, anything to distract you, make you laugh, smile and reminisce.

"And then I stopped in my tracks, nearly went face first into a-" Bucky cuts himself off at the flickering lights above you both. Within seconds you're both submerged in warm-toned lighting. "Would you look at that." He nudges you, now able to see your blanket clad self. "You look so snug, doll."

Sighing heavily, you shuffle to stand up with your blanket around your shoulders. Bucky rests his hand on the edge of the bath to help, following you out afterward into your bedroom.

"Thank you," You reach for your phone, finally placing it on charge. "for all of that."

"Y/n," Bucky starts, reaching for your hand and squeezing it lightly. "I'm sorry for earlier, but I'll always be there for you, through storms and all." He tugs your hand and brings you into his arms.

"I appreciate that, Buck." You mumble into his chest. "And same here, if a snail dares appear I'll show that sucker who's in charge." A laugh sounds from Bucky as he tugs you onto your bed.

"Wow, my hero." He rolls his eyes, now lifting the blanket up to join you for the remainder of the night.

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Guardian Angel Masterlist

Summary: It took time, patience, and an intense personal as well as public effort for Wanda to be welcomed back into the Avengers after the Westview events. However, deep down, she didn't believe that she deserved to be accepted back. Billy and Tommy, somehow, managed to survive the destruction of the Hex. Now, Wanda's primary focus is rebuilding her life with her beloved sons. One Monday morning, when she went out for a simple coffee date with Natasha, she met you. You were the unexpected surprise that she didn't see coming, but maybe it's a positive kind of surprise.

Setting: This story takes place one year after the events of WandaVision, and assumes that the Multiverse of Madness did not occur.

Chapter List:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Discussion: All posts related to this story will be #GuardianAngel. Feel free to ask questions! I love this story.

[natsskydivingcrew]

Bucky: You look me straight in the eyes and tell me-

Steve: You can’t expect me to look at those eyes and be straight.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

ahhh i love the even better image of big stevie sprawled on top of bucky with his mouth slightly open its so endearing 😭😭 thinking about avengers movie nights but steve accidentally falls asleep, so bucky pulls him into his lap and carries him toward their bedroom one-handed after the movie 🥺 everyone around them is going *cuteness overload* 🤯💥 i wish i'd have the strength to carry a stevie to my bedroom but thankfully bucky does that job for me 😌

related to this

Right?!

There's honestly nothing sweeter I can think of for big Steve. He's the sweetest boy <3

Oh my god, yeah. Yes. Absolutely.

Steve falls asleep with his head on Bucky's shoulder with his head and neck at a weird angle, his mouth more open than normal, leading to his snores being louder, less whiffling, and Sam is immediately on like, like, hol' up, Steve snores? Steve snores? Oh. This is great ammunition for teasing. Captain America. The peak of human... peaks. That guy? He snores? And Bucky huffs, denying it, Steve doesn't snore, he just makes these sweet little sounds, it's different, okay? And he's pulling Steve into his lap instead, rearranging him so he's at a more natural angle and his snores go back to those little whiffling, soft snore sounds.

When Sam keeps teasing about it, Bucky decides not only will he not stand for this, but he will not let Steve wake up for this, so he just... picks Steve up and leaves as if he doesn't weigh over two hundred pounds.

Sam's heart might melt a little at the pair they make like that, though. Steve is Bucky's arms. Steve's head nuzzled into Bucky's neck, softly snoring.

It's cute.

Fine.

It's cute.

[clintbartonruinedmylife]

Bucky: It's bullshit, Sam! It's your brand of bullshit from first to last. Sam: No, you can't ever see the big picture. You can't see any picture! Bucky: I am talking about something primal. Right? Savagery. Brutal animal instinct. Sam: And that wins out every time with you. You know, the human race has evolved, James! Bucky: Oh, into a bunch of namby-pamby, self-analyzing wankers who could never hope to... Sam: We're bigger. We're smarter. Plus, there's a thing called teamwork, not to mention the superstitious terror of your pure aggressors! Bucky: You just want it to be the way you want it to be. Sam: It's not about what I want! Clint: Sorry. Is this something we should all be discussing? Sam: No. Clint: It just sounds a little serious. Sam: It was mostly... theoretical. We... Bucky: We were just working out a - Look, if cavemen and astronauts got into a fight, who would win? Clint: Ah... you've been yelling at each other for 40 minutes about this? Sam: Bucky: Clint: Clint: Do the astronauts have weapons? Bucky, Sam: No.

[clover-hoe]

*points at fave traumatized character*

YOU GET A HEALTHY GAY ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP

[imwall-e]

WHAT YOU WANT

Pairing : Angel or Demon! Bucky x Reader

Warning : reader can’t get pregnant, ex-boyfriend cheated on reader, smut, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, breeding kink, pregnancy. 18+, MINOR DNI

Word count : 2047

The night was already well advanced, yet the lights lit up the city like a thousand suns. Wanda had insisted on spending a few days in Las Vegas, The Entertainment Capital of the World, to take your mind off things.  "You deserve it," she'd said, "especially after the year you've had."

The late-night parties, the booze, the gambling, the glitz and the lights - none of it suited you. You were more of a quiet diner, watching a series or a movie. But Wanda had a point: a new setting would do you a world of good. You were even ready to have a one night stand. A guy only for these vacations. Hell, maybe a new guy every night. Everything that could make you forget your shitty ex.

After all, if Vegas was really Sin City, you were going to taste every single one of them.

Wanda and you had a room at the Ocean, a new hotel that opened only a few months ago and it quickly became the hippest and most luxurious in town. 7 000 rooms, a big casino, pools, restaurants, and more. A city inside the city.

This was your third night here. And tonight you were going to fuck. The two previous nights were just drinking and playing with Wanda, flirting with guys, some kissing and foreplay but nothing more. But tonight was the night, you even had your eyes on one man.

He noticed you too. You were wearing a short, form-fitting, black dress. He was sitting on an arched sofa, drinking a glass of whiskey, his eyes never leaving yours. 

You were at the bar with Wanda, leaning to her you whispered : « Look at the guy over there. Isn't he super hot ? »

« Yes, and he's been watching you for a long time now. I think he was already looking at you yesterday. »

"What ?! How do you…? »

« Listen to me : you go talk to him and I don't want to see you until tomorrow. Have the best night of your life. As for me, I met a guy at the pool this morning and I'm about to have fun too. See you ! »

And like that she left you, leaving with a tall, blonde man wearing glasses. And when you turned your head back to the handsome man, he was next to you. He presented himself : James Bucky Barnes. You told him your name and a smile spread across his face as you took the time to detail him.

His hair was short, but long enough so you could run your hands through his hair. His suit was tailor-made and the color matched his ocean-colored eyes perfectly. You could guess his muscles and were surprised that the buttons on his shirt were still holding. Honestly, you would happily help him remove any of his clothes.

« Do you like what you see, милая ? » (=darling)

« Sorry, » you said as your cheeks took on a slightly pink hue.

« Don't be sorry, милая. I want you to look at me. I like it. » Never a man talked to you like this. Never a man made you wet only with words. His eyes pierced your soul as he was talking : « I saw you last night. I observed you, so beautiful in that red dress. You were with a guy, moving your body against him. You're acting like there is no tomorrow », it was like he could read your mind.

« Isn't that what everyone does in Sin City ? », you asked, biting your lip. There was something about him, something special and you were attracted to it. To him.

« You're right, but you are different », his thumb caressed your lower lip. You could see the beginning of a tattoo on his wrist. Did he have others underneath his perfect suit ? « I hated seeing you with another guy. I wished it was me. But if you choose me tonight, there will be no going back. This won't be a one night thing. I don't do this."

You just met each other, and yet it was like you knew him for years. He wanted you like no one before and you felt like you could cry. A tear must have rolled down your cheek because he gently took your face in his hands, his eyes showing that he only cared.

« What do you want, милая ? » The question drew you out of your thoughts.

« You can't give me what I want, » you answered, moving away from him, tears threatening to fall again. However, Bucky wasn't going to give up on you. You were special, he could feel it and he would do anything to keep you.

« Then let me help you forget, » he gently whispered, his hand opened as an invitation. You took it without hesitation. He never let go of your hand, even as he walked through the crowd of players, taking the elevators and walking through many corridors to his room. This one was very luxurious.

« You seem like a very rich person, Mr. Barnes, » you told him, impressed.

« Baby, I own the place. And please, call me Bucky. »

You entered and he closed the door, then he kissed you after asking your permission. Such a gentleman, you thought. You could feel that he wanted you, his erection was obvious. But he didn't put any pressure on you. 

« What do you want ?, » again with this question. « Ask and I shall give. »

This time, you were not able to stop the torrent of tears that poured out. Bucky held you as you were falling on your knees. He helped you sit on the nearest sofa.

« What is wrong, милая ? Please, tell me. » Bucky was worried. He just wanted to please you.

« I want a baby, Bucky. But that's not possible. »

And like that, all that happened during the past year came back, hurting as if it happened a few hours ago. You told him everything. You had a boyfriend, William, everything was fine and you wanted to start a family. But all the pregnancy tests gave the same response : negative. After some time, you decided to go to a specialist, you both had some tests. The results destroyed you : you were the one who was infertile. Yes, adoption was an option, but it wasn't the same as getting pregnant. You needed time to accept that it would never happen. You thought William would support you, that you would support each other. How wrong you were. He cheated one time, with his best friend. One time, and she was pregnant. Soon after he dropped the bomb, you left, never wanting to hear about him again. And you moved in with Wanda.

You didn't know why you were telling all of this to a stranger. Maybe it was because you never talk about this to anyone except Wanda. Pretending like it never happened was easier. At least that's what you thought. 

Bucky hold your hands all along. Not once did he judge you. Instead, he took you in his arms, kissing your head. Safety. That's what you felt with him : safe. You were safe. You didn't know him but you were sure of this. Raising your head, you let yourself get in his deep blue eyes and you kissed him.

« Come on милая, tell me what you want, » he desperately asked between two kisses.

« I want you, Bucky. » It was like you couldn't get enough of him. You were sure you wouldn't be able to breathe, to dream, to live if he stopped touching you, wanting you. « Please. » Who was he, and what was he doing to you?

« Fuck, I promise I'll buy you a new one, » and before you could ask, he was ripping your dress. His mouth moved from your lips to your nipples, making you moan. He didn't stop, lifting you off the sofa and putting your legs around his waist, guiding you to the giant bed. 

Only then, he let go of you. « Keep your eyes on me милая. » You could feel your pussy getting wetter as you watched him removing his clothes, revealing tattoos all over his arms and chest. You wanted to kiss and lick every last one of them. But what you wanted to taste even more was his cock. It was big and ready to slide inside you.

« As much as I want to feel your mouth around my cock, this night is only about you. » Was he reading your mind or did you just think out loud ? His hands removing your string brought you back to the present moment. After throwing your underwear somewhere in the room, he sucked on your clit, then inserted his tongue in your wet folds. « You taste so fucking good. »

Your moans filled the room, music to Bucky's ears. You were his goddess and he'll do anything to please you. Your hands were in his hair, pulling on it as he was licking you. Soon, his tongue was replaced by a finger.

« How do you feel, милая ? »

« Don't stop, please Bucky, » you begged him.

« Good girl, » he purred, kissing your inner thigh. However, he stopped fingering you only to align his cock with your entrance. « Are you ready, милая ? » You nod, shaking with excitement. « Use your words, » he said, gently biting your neck.

« Yes, Bucky. Make me yours. » Pleased with your answer and spreading your legs open further, he pushed his cock inside you. And damn, was he big. Your legs wrapped around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper. You needed this, needed him. 

Bucky pulled out and slid back in, making you moan louder and louder. With every thrust, it was like he was going deeper. His name escaped your lips. Again. And again. And again, each time he thrust into you, eating that spot. His hands were gripping your hips as he maintained a rhythm, your nails dug into his shoulder, holding onto him like you were going to fall. But he would never let that happen.

« Fuck, милая. You're so tight… that pussy of yours doesn't want to let me go. I won't last long, but trust me there will be other rounds. Night isn't… fuck… over. » His words were getting you closer to your orgasm. « What do you want ? » Again this question, but this time you didn't hesitate.

« I want a baby. Bucky, please breed me ! » You know it wasn't possible, but you needed to believe everything was possible, just this night. To forget this last year. To forget everything. Right now, only you, Bucky and his cock were the only things that mattered.

Bucky was going faster and deeper, giving no time to rest. You were on the edge of an orgasm, and you exploded when he whispered some Russian words into your ear.

« That's it, любимая (=my love), milk my cock », he said as you were holding the sheets, your orgasm still not over. He didn't last longer, filling you a second after. He collapsed on top of you. « How do you feel ?, » he whispered.

« Good, just need time to recover from this, » you chuckled.

« Sleep, любимая. Our night has just started. » And with his words, you fell asleep, snuggling up to him. Bucky watched over you, caressing your body. He couldn't wait until you found out what he gave you. He'll do anything for you, you just had to ask.

2 month later

You were in your bathroom. For how long ? You didn't know. 10 minutes? An hour? you couldn't look away from the pregnancy test. It was positive. But how ? It wasn't possible. Then you remembered your first night with Bucky. A night that led to many others.

I can give you whatever you want.

What do you want?

He often asked you this. And he always provided.

Looking again at the pregnancy test, you wondered who he was. Or what he was.

According to you, is Bucky an angel or a demon ?

[a-bucky-a-day]

| STEVE ROGERS: CAPTAIN AMERICA (2016) #4

By Nick Spencer and Miguel Ángel Sepúlveda

[bucksangel]

i'm having mob!stucky thoughts😳🤤

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥

Bucky swore — he swore — that no harm would ever befall you, but he couldn’t fight against your own body. It would not stop him from tearing down mountains and breaking every law to keep you alive, though.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✰ 3.3k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ Hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, sick fic, hospital environment

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ✰ We're finishing this insane month with a bang, folks.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ✰ Angel by Sarah McLachlan

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✰ Whumptober 2022 —   Masterlist

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Bucky had kept watch over you for days - several very long fucking days. The illness that had you in its grasp was worsening every hour, but ever so stubbornly, you refused to get help, or let him call Stephen just to check you over. 

Each day that passed brought him closer and closer to a nervous breakdown. 

“It’s just the flu, Buck,” you had mumbled after a violent coughing fit. Bucky just stared, incredulously, into your much too flushed face that was soaked with sweat, and then glanced down your body to see your shivering frame wrapped in a dozen or so blankets. 

If this was just a flu, he would sell every single damn gun and bullet he owned, and turn in his patch. Presidency be damned. 

Bucky had seen what pneumonia could do to a person - when he and Steve were kids, Steve had been struck down more times than Bucky could count on both hands with numerous chest infections, and bouts of pneumonia that almost killed him.

It was a cruel twist of fate that you lay here before him just as sickly, and frail.

You had been so out of it that night that you didn’t even realise Bucky had moved you from his apartment, and onto the games room couch, where he and the others could keep an eye on you. Bucky hadn’t let you rest at home either - he told you it was so he could keep an eye on you himself while he ‘worked’, but the truth he omitted that the clubhouse was, in fact, closer to the hospital, than your home.

They all understood that when his Queen was down and out - whether you were a friend or a foe, you would incur his fury if even a hair on your head was out of place.

Bucky had settled himself next to the couch on the hardwood floor so he could watch your face for any sign of unusual discomfort, and he compulsively stroked your cheek with his thumb - a quiet but soft ritual of reassurance, that you were still here. 

Quiet footsteps approached his side and Bucky glanced from the corner of his eye to see Peter. “Hey, boss,” Peter whispered and Bucky nodded once, too focused on you to think of anything else. “How is she?” Peter asked quietly, peering over Bucky’s shoulder to look at your face that was much too pale. 

“‘M not sure,” Bucky mumbled back. He carefully moved some of your hair from your face when your eyes finally opened. “Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered and he watched you smile weakly.

The dimmed lights of the clubhouse did no favours for your worsening pallor, and Bucky felt helpless. He had fought with you over whether to go to hospital and you had adamantly refused. Even after Steve, Sam, Peter, and Natasha chimed in, you foolishly stood steadfast at the fact you were not stepping foot in a hospital over the ‘flu’.

Bucky knew the real reason, though. Hospitals were hard enough to stomach when he or one of the guys landed there, but for yourself? Hell would freeze over before you’d step foot in there willingly, for your own sake. 

He watched your bleary eyes focus on his face until they fell shut again, the flood of exhaustion too much to fight against. “That’s it, baby, need you to rest up,” he said quietly, resting his palm against your cheek so he could keep the hair from your face. 

“Buck,” Steve spoke up, and Bucky turned his head to look at him. “She’s getting worse by the hour-”

“I am not fuckin’ taking her, Stevie,” Bucky argued, though he was losing this argument and his resolve the longer he sat in front of you and heard your wheezing breaths. “She’ll hate me, I can’t do it.”

Peter’s hand rested on his shoulder and squeezed. “Boss, you might not have a choice,” Bucky looked up at him, only to see him staring at you. “I have a bad feeling, I can’t shake it.”

“No hospital.” 

Bucky’s gaze snapped to your pale face and he stared, shocked that you had woken so soon. Your breathing was laboured, your voice alarmingly weak, and it looked like you were fighting for every second you stayed conscious. 

“Sweets, we have to-” Peter started, crouching down to your level next to Bucky.

“I said no hos-” A violent coughing fit wracked your frame and Bucky launched forward. 

“Easy, easy,” he soothed, manoeuvring your shaking body so you would be sitting up. “Hang on, baby, hang on,” his palm landed hard against your spine between your shoulders, and Peter was ready with a bowl when you coughed up a hawk of phlegm. 

With you sitting up and forward, Bucky slipped in behind you to hold you to his chest. It was killing him, seeing you like this - he could feel every rattle and cough in his own ribs.

Bucky was so preoccupied with soothing you; he missed the shared look of worry between Steve, Sam, and Peter. If Natasha hadn’t gone to bed after spending the whole day with you and missed this violent fit, she would have taken charge and called an ambulance, regardless of Bucky’s protests. 

The coughing fit eased and the rattle of your lungs only instilled a sense of fear in Bucky that finally overrode any need to comfort you. 

You had to go, and you had to go now.

“Sweetheart,” he said softly, mindful to keep up the soft touches on your back and shoulders while you fought for breath. Peter moved the bowl away and walked back to the others, talking quietly amongst themselves. “We have to go, I’ll be there the whole time, I promise. You remember that promise I made you?”

You nodded slowly, and rested your head against his shoulder. “Please, no,” you whispered hoarsely. “If I have another fit, I’ll let you.”

Bucky sighed and looked up at his family, all of whom were watching the two of you like hawks. “Okay, just rest, baby, I’ll take you if you have another fit,” Bucky said, loud enough for the others to hear. They looked uneasy and Sam went to say something, but Bucky silenced him with a sharp glare - you had made a compromise, it was okay. 

You relaxed into Bucky’s chest and he tried his hardest to calm down, desperately ignoring the way your chest stuttered with every breath. 

It was going to be okay. 

Time seemed to drag the longer he sat with you in his lap, your ragged and heavy breaths that hitched with every single inhale and exhale drove him to the brink of nervous collapse. 

Steve, Sam, and Peter were still sitting at the bar playing a game of cards, for which Bucky was immeasurably grateful that they had stayed up with him, even under the illusion of ‘club business’ - he had to pretend everything was normal, that he wasn’t untethered. 

Cards hit the bar with a slap and Bucky heard Steve grumble, annoyed at yet another loss, when it happened. 

Bucky was watching old cartoons on the TV mounted to the wall when he felt you shift slightly, and he looked down to see your one visible hand in the bundle of blankets lying abnormally still. You always had a slight twitch in your sleep, and if you were positioned right while lying next to him when you slept, you would tickle his side or neck and wake him.

“Okay,” Bucky mumbled, “you’re alright.”

A single bead of sweat trailed down the side of your face and down your neck, where your pulse was racing. Bucky frowned and gently grabbed hold of your chin, tilting it backwards so the back of your head rested against the couch. 

You were pliant - a limp weight in Bucky’s arms. 

There was no visible change to your pallor, aside from your lips being abnormally pale compared to what they were before, and there was no change to your breathing. 

Bucky, however, could not help feel ice cold dread burn through his veins - the heavy weight of it settled deep in his stomach like an anvil.

“Can you hear me, doll?” The cards on the bar behind him stopped shuffling, and Bucky heard the bar stools creak and scrape against the floor. “Baby?” He watched your face for any sign of acknowledgement, any sign that you had heard him. 

Nothing.

He could feel the presence of the others standing behind him and he willed his heart to settle. “I think she’s asleep.”

“You feel it, too?” Bucky looked up at Peter and gaped. How the hell?

“Yeah,” Sam cut in. He moved to sit in the recliner next to the couch. “I do.”

Your face twitched, and Bucky stared wide-eyed with fear, searching your expression for something, anything. “I don’t-”

“Boss,” Peter started, and Bucky looked at him quickly. He was shuffling his feet against the floor like he was preparing to run. “Boss, we gotta go-” Peter pointed at your face and Bucky turned to look back at you.

Horror struck, he watched your lips become tinged with blue, and your breaths, once laboured and slow, turn into shallow pants - almost like you were gasping for air that wouldn’t come.

All hell broke loose. 

“Buck-” Steve yelled, but Bucky had already pulled you flush to his chest, and slipped his arm under your knees, and the other behind your shoulders. 

“Fucking MOVE!”

Peter sprinted to the door and ripped your car keys from the wall, his light feet pounded against the cement when he ran to your car to start it. The car revved to life just as Bucky reached the doorway.  

“Go! Go, go!” Sam shouted, grabbing the keys to their bikes. Steve caught his keys when Sam threw them, and Peter ran from your car to his bike.

“Parker! You’re up front!” Bucky heard Steve yell as he ran to your car, ignorant of the break in hierarchy - you were fucking dying, to hell with it. “We’ll be right behind you!” Steve shouted, and his bike roared to life. 

Bucky managed to manoeuvre you into the passenger seat with little fight. You were a deadweight, and that terrified him more than any nightmare he had ever experienced. 

Hell, this was a nightmare come true. 

“Baby, stay with me,” Bucky rushed, his hands eerily steady while he buckled you in. He slammed the door shut and slid into the driver’s seat, forgoing his own belt in favour of peeling out of the lot behind Peter. 

You coughed wetly next to him, and Bucky turned to look at you - his breath hitched as fear twisted his gut into a fisherman’s knot when a rivulet of phlegm dribbled from the corner of your mouth. 

Your lips were too fucking blue. 

“Baby,” he called, his eyes returning to the road as he ran red light after red light. “I’m takin’ you to the hospital, stay with me, c’mon!”

The engine roared as the revs climbed, his foot heavy on the accelerator with unprecedented desperation. Your car needed a set of red and blue lights - an ambulance was much too slow, compared to the speed Bucky maintained. 

Peter was riding ahead, close enough to create a triangle formation with Steve and Sam who were right on Bucky’s tail, their bikes tearing down the road and ready to intercept and prevent anything from getting in the way. 

Another coughing fit wracked your already slumped frame just as Bucky pulled up to the hospital. “Fuck!” He flew out of the driver’s seat, not caring that the car was still running. You fell easily into his embrace when he pulled you from the passenger seat and against his chest once more.

“Steve!” Bucky shouted, gesturing with his head towards the emergency doors of the hospital. “Go!” Steve ran through the double glass doors and Bucky could see a group of nurses run to him while he pointed towards the two of you. 

God, he never wanted to feel your deadweight in his arms ever again, Bucky prayed, adjusting you so your head lolled against his shoulder. 

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Bucky murmured against your temple, jogging towards the doors, where a medical team of doctors and nurses waited. It was a mantra he’d chant on repeat if you would just wake up. “They’ll help, I’ve got you.”

There was a faint hiss by your ear, and the soft feel of cotton against your palms and tips of your fingers when they twitched against the fabric. A steady beep echoed by your head, and the smell of disinfectant burnt at your sinuses, but no matter how hard you struggled, you could not open your eyes. 

Where am I? 

“She’s improving with the course of intravenous antibiotics,” a soft voice, one that was entirely unfamiliar, began. It was coming from your feet and you strained to hear it over the combined noise of instruments cluttered at your head. “However, we will continue to keep her for observation.”

A ruffle of fabric, then paper, and another voice spoke. “Thanks, doc.”

That voice. Bucky. 

There were footsteps and a small sigh, then the sound of someone sitting down in a chair. You could hear the sound of a phone keyboard - clack clack clack.

No matter how hard you tried, your eyes refused to open. Your chest felt like it was in a vice, a band around the entire width of it that constricted when you inhaled. 

The person shifted in their seat, and then a hand - one that you had held so many times before - held your own. Callused, rough, but ever so soft, and gentle. Bucky, he was sitting right next to you, and you needed him; stuck in the darkness because your eyes refused to open, and you were scared.

The monitor by your head beeped at an increased rhythm, and you felt Bucky’s hand grip yours tighter. 

“Doll?” His chair scooted along the floor and you could feel his presence at your side, much closer and within reach - if only your body would let you reach out. “You’re alright, you’re safe.” You heard a quiet plunk when Bucky placed his phone on the surface by your head, and then you felt his now free hand against your jaw. “Can you open your eyes for me, baby girl?”

Bucky’s thumb brushed your cheek when your eyelids fluttered, and they slowly opened. Your vision was blurred, but you could make out the cotton sheets over your legs, and the plain sterile walls that enclosed you on all sides. 

“Hey,” Bucky breathed and your eyes roved lazily to meet his, the soft smile he wore enough to steady your heart rate. “How’re you feelin’?”

You blinked once, your mind still much too foggy to comprehend anything. Bucky seemed to realise this. “You’re in hospital,” he squeezed your hand and leant forward. “You gave us all a hell of a scare last night, doll.”

The flow of oxygen to your nose began to annoy you, and in your groggy state your arm moved to tug it away when Bucky stopped you. “No, no, leave it, you need it.” A quiet whine left your throat in protest and Bucky smiled gently, bringing your hand back down and placing it on your stomach. 

“Wha’ happen?” You slurred, staring at Bucky through half-lidded eyes.

“This ain’t no flu, sweetheart,” Bucky sighed, staring back into your face. You suddenly noticed that his eyes were puffy. “You basically stopped breathing on me last night. I broke a dozen laws trying to get you here,” he chuckled. “You’ve got pneumonia, and a chest infection.”

Your eyes widened slightly at the news and Bucky leaned back in his seat, rubbing his face with one hand, while the other still held yours. 

The door to your room opened and Bucky looked over, while you continued to stare at him. Pneumonia? 

“Hey, Steve,” Bucky said quietly as Steve came into your field of very limited vision.

Steve squeezed Bucky’s shoulder, offering him a cup of something, and then Steve looked at you, a soft smile on his face. He looked relieved. “Hey, Sweets,” he said quietly. “Gave us all a damned heart attack last night.”

Guilt churned in your stomach and you frowned, looking between the two of them. “‘M sorry.”

Bucky sighed, and Steve shook his head. “No apologisin’,” Steve started, walking back towards the door. “Though it would be good if you weren’t so damn stubborn.” The door clicked shut behind him and Bucky chuckled, shifting in his seat again. He looked so uncomfortable.

“Wan’ you,” you murmured, squeezing his hand slightly. 

Bucky raised his brows around the cup he was sipping from, and he looked at the bed. It was true, he pulled money from the club’s stash to make sure you got a room on your own - by some miracle it was enough, but the bed was still fucking small.

“I don’t think I’d fit, baby,” he whispered, placing the cup by your head and leaning forward again. 

“Don’ care,” you insisted, using what little strength you had to lift his hand and tug on it. 

“Alright, alright,” Bucky stood, letting go of your hand so he could take his boots off. “Those drugs they have you on made you needy, huh?” You nodded slowly and Bucky smirked. “No funny business, missy, doctor's orders.” 

A huffed laugh escaped before you could stop it and you coughed harshly. Bucky only winced in sympathy. 

“No funny-” You tried when it passed but Bucky shushed you. 

His hands snaked their way underneath your shoulders and hips, lifting you up with a playful grunt of exertion, and moved you to the side of the bed. “Don’ be an asshole, Barnes,” you murmured, rolling your eyes. 

Bucky grinned cheekily and moved your legs over so he could sit on the edge of the bed. “Never, baby,” he breathed and you smirked. Asshole, you thought sluggishly. 

“I’ll get you back,” you threatened. Bucky rolled his eyes while he adjusted some of the wires to loop up and over your head. 

Finally, Bucky shifted up the bed and laid back, lifting his legs with a loud and dramatic groan. You had to resist the urge to laugh at his antics, so you settled on poking him in the side while he tried to get comfortable. “Hey!” 

The monitor by Bucky’s head picked up in rhythm when the change of position made you feel woozy, and Bucky frowned. “C’mere,” he moved his arm to rest under your shoulder and pulled you close. You cuddled up to his side and rested your cannulated hand on his middle. “That’s it, need you to take it easy for me, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured against your forehead. 

Slowly you adjusted to the new position, and took as deep a breath as you could. 

“This is a hell of a lot more comfortable than those damn chairs,” Bucky murmured into the crown of your head. “How you feelin’?”

“Sore,” you whispered back sleepily. Every inhale was an effort against the elephant on your chest, but with Bucky holding you, you could forget about it, if only for a moment. 

Bucky’s hand rubbed your shoulders and back for a while, and you were almost lulled into a comfortable sleep when he spoke again. 

“I almost lost you.” 

His voice, always so strong and full of authority, wavered with unbearable fear.

With every last ounce of strength you had left, you moved your arm so you could rest your hand over his heart, the beat steady and true. 

“Love you,” you slurred, the current of sleep doing its damndest to pull you under. 

Bucky’s free arm moved so he could gently grab hold of your cannulated hand, and with practised ease, he intertwined your fingers as your eyes drooped shut - unable to fight against the current any longer.

“I love you more, sweetheart.”

This ‘experience’ with pneumonia is almost identical to the one I had as a teenager with my mother. That shit is scary!

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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New Masterlist

Here’s where you’ll find everything I’ve written 🙂

Marvel

Natasha Romanoff

The winterwidows child

Bucky Barnes

The winterwidows child

Frank castle

Protect her

Part one part two part three part four

Criminal minds

JJ

Miss momma

Will LaMontagne Jr

Miss momma

Derek Morgan

Suspended

Hospital stays and side effects

Aaron Hotchner

All too much

Hiding from school

Sons of anarchy

Protection

Part one part two part three

Happy Lowmann

Harley Lowmann

Part one Part two

Bloody hands

Mayans M.C.

Angel Reyes

Daddy’s girl

Harry Potter

Remus Lupin

Scared me

Nightmares

Under the weather

Not good enough

Dad Remus headcannons

Christmas

Scared of the bad man

Sirius Black

Nightmares

As long as you need

Scared of the bad man

The Walking Dead

Negan

Scraped knees and kisses better

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Molly Shelby

Part one Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 8: Chocolate Coins

Summary: Things are looking up now. You are finally heading back to work at The Candy Bar, and you have taken a big step forward in your relationship with Wanda by meeting Billy and Tommy. Can anything bring you down today?

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: I’m so excited! We’re headed for some angst and suspense in the coming chapters. I hope you enjoy this chapter! 

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“Are you sure you're ready?” Wanda asked cautiously. 

The redhead had dropped Billy and Tommy off at school and then came over to the compound to help you get ready for your first day back to work at The Candy Bar. 

“Sweetheart, we've talked about this. Helen and Bruce have cleared me: no more walking boot, no more sling. I completed the required month of physical therapy, and I feel good. I’m ready for this,” pulling an outfit out of your closet.

“Ugh…you’re right, you’re right,” flopping down onto the bed and covering her face with her hands.

You crawled onto the bed and lay beside her, still in your pajamas.

“Hey,” moving her hands away from her face. “I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not like I’m fighting fires or anything. I’m bagging candy and scooping ice cream all day.”

The redhead turned sideways to face you on the bed. “Just promise me you’ll listen to your body. Sit down if you need a break; if there’s something high on a shelf, let Harper get it.” 

You cut off her rambling with a gentle peck on the lips. 

“What was that for?”

“It was the only way to get you to stop,” giggling at the redhead. 

After a hearty bowl of frosted flakes and a steaming cup of coffee, Wanda drove you to work. You hadn't figured out what to do about a new mode of transportation yet, as your car was totaled in the accident. Honestly, it was the last thing on your mind at this point. All you could do was take your recovery one step at a time, and the next step was to go back to work.

^*~*^

Walking into The Candy Bar after almost three months filled you with excitement and nostalgia. The familiar aroma of sweets filled your senses, and you couldn't help but tear up at the sight. You had kept in touch with Harper, your best friend and business partner, over Zoom and FaceTime, but you had promised yourself that you would return to the store only when you could walk back into it on your own. 

“Harper?” you called out.

“Surprise!”

The lights flipped onto reveal Harper holding one of your mini ice cream cakes in front of a banner behind the counter that read, Welcome Back Y/N!

“Aww, this is so sweet, Harper,” walking over to hug her. “You didn’t need to do this.”

“Oh, Please! I don't want to hear another word. This is a triumphant return; of course, we will celebrate.”

“Thank you so much. This means a lot to me.” You were so engrossed in hugging your best friend you almost forgot about the redhead standing beside you. “Oh, Wanda! Where are my manners?! Harper, this is Wanda Maximoff.” 

“Hi, wow. Harper Bailey,” shaking Wanda’s hand vigorously. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for, you know, the world,” still shaking her hand.

“You’re welcome,” Wanda giggled and looked over at you. 

“Okay, that’s enough, Harper,” you said, separating their hands. 

“Right! Um, I’ll go turn the closed sign to open.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve been here,” Wanda said, taking the space. 

You put on your Candy Bar apron and adjusted your name tag. It felt so lovely to be back in your work attire. You glanced at your watch. 

“Sweetheart, don’t you have a meeting with the team at 10:30?” 

“Oh, don’t worry about that. They won’t start without me.”

“Wanda, it's okay. Truly, you don’t need to hang around here all day. I’ll call you on my lunch break. Go, have a good day, and I’ll see you tonight.”

Wanda sighed and walked toward you. “Okay,” placing her hands on your cheeks, “but if you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to call me,” ending her speech with a kiss.

“I won’t. Bye, sweetheart.”

“Bye.”

You watched the redhead leave. Just as you did the first time she walked into your shop. The feeling of Deja vu was mutual, as Wanda glanced back at you with one final wave as she walked out the door.

“Man, do you two got it bad,” Harper said as she joined you at your side.

“Shut up,” blushing at the thought. “I’ve waited three months to say this, Harper. Let’s go to work.”

*^~^*

Steve's voice jolted Wanda out of her daydream, and she quickly refocused her attention on him. "What do you think about running point from the compound on this upcoming mission?" he asked her. "It'll let you get your feet wet before you're out in the field again."

Wanda considered the proposal for a moment before nodding. "Sure, I'm up for it. Whatever you need."

"Great," Steve said, looking pleased. "I'll make sure to give you all the necessary details as soon as we have more information on movement from the targets."

Maria stood up from her seat at that moment, signaling the end of their meeting. "Thanks, everyone. Let's reconvene in two days to finalize the plan.”

As Wanda approached the door, Bucky stepped before her, blocking her path. 

"May I help you?" she inquired, puzzled.

"Okay, Wanda. What's going on?" Bucky asked, concerned.

Wanda tried to play it cool. "What do you mean?"

"You've never zoned out in the middle of a meeting before. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing," she replied, trying to dismiss the subject.

"You're a terrible liar, you know that," Bucky remarked, seeing right through her.

Wanda knew that Bucky had a knack for cutting through the bullshit. "Is it Billy and Tommy?"

"No, no, the boys are fine," she quickly dismissed the idea.

"Is it this mission? I can understand why you might be hesitant. It's been a long time since you've been out there."

"It's not the mission," she replied, turning around and walking back to the conference table.

Bucky followed her. "Then what is it?"

"It's y/n's first day back at the Candy Bar, and I'm just worried about her, that's all," Wanda confessed, exhaling deeply.

Bucky smirked. "You realize our job is vastly more dangerous than hers, right?"

"Yes, it's just... This is a big step in her recovery, and the shop means so much to her. I want it to go well."

"She'll be fine," Bucky reassured her, wrapping his arms around her. "She'll be home before you know it. Plus, it's movie night. You know how Y/N loves a good movie."

Wanda relaxed into Bucky's embrace. The super soldier had become a trusted friend, especially since her return to the team.

"Ooh, shoot," Wanda said, glancing at the clock. "I have to go pick up the boys at school, and if I don't leave now, I'll be late."

Bucky nodded. "Thanks for listening, Buck. I'll see you later."

"Okay, see you later," watching her rush out the door. Bucky could sense that Wanda was still concerned despite his attempts to reassure her.

*^~^*

“Thanks, and please come again," you said as you handed the customer her bag of candy and homemade chocolate chip cookie. "Phew," you added, wiping your brow with the back of your forearm.

“Are you okay?" Harper asked

"Yes, I'm fine. I just forgot what the afternoon rush was like."

"Why don't you take your lunch break now? I can handle things for a bit."

"No, that's not necessary. I can do it.”

“I know you can,” Harper touched your shoulder, "I just don't want your girlfriend on my case for not making sure you're taking it easy."

You laughed and replied, "Okay, I'll take a break. But not because of my girlfriend, because I know my limits.”

“Of course you do.” 

You step out of the shop onto the quiet side street, craving fresh air. After munching on the delicious peanut butter sandwich and apple slices that Nat had lovingly packed for you, you take out your phone and dial Wanda's number. 

As soon as she picks up, you feel a wave of warmth washing over you. "Hey, sweetheart! I've been thinking about you all day. How's everything going down there?"

You smile to yourself, feeling grateful for having someone who cares about you so deeply. "It's going well," you reply, strolling back and forth. "I didn't realize how much I missed the shop until today. I'm on my lunch break right now. What are you up to?"

Wanda chuckles, and you can hear the sound of her kids playing in the background. "Just picked up the boys from school. They're supposed to be doing their homework, but I'm pretty sure they're playing rock, paper, scissors."

You laugh, feeling like you can picture the scene perfectly. "Why do I feel like I would be right there playing with them?" 

"Because you totally would," Wanda agrees, and you can't help but grin.

"I miss you," you confess, feeling a little pang in your chest. 

"I miss you too," Wanda says softly. "I can't wait to see you in four hours and eighteen minutes."

You chuckle, happy to hear she's also keeping track of time. "You watching the clock too?"

"Maybe..." Wanda giggles, and you feel your heart swelling with love for this remarkable woman. 

Suddenly, you hear a commotion from inside the shop. Harper is calling you urgently. "Hang on a second, Wanda," you say, quickly moving the phone from your ear. 

"What is it?" you ask Harper, feeling your heart racing.

"There's a strange man in the shop," Harper whispers, looking at you with concern. 

You feel a chill run down your spine. "I gotta go, honey," you tell Wanda. "Harper needs me. I'll see you in a little bit."

"Okay, bye, y/n," Wanda says, her voice filled with worry at the abrupt departure.

"Bye," you say, ending the call and rushing back inside the shop to face whatever danger might be lurking there.

As you scanned the shop, you noticed a man standing near the candy with his back to you. He wore a black leather jacket, gloves, and a black baseball cap. You felt a little uneasy and were just about to call Wanda back and ask for help when he turned toward you. Your breath caught in your throat momentarily, but you immediately recognized the familiar face and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, for God’s sake! It’s okay, Harper,” you called out. “I know him. Bucky, what are you doing here?”

“Oh hey, y/n! Is this your shop? I didn’t realize...”

“Buck, what’s going on? Did Wanda send you down here? I was just on the phone with her. She sounded fine,” weaving through the rows of candy.

“Dear God, no. She has no idea I’m here. But you should’ve seen her during the team meeting this morning, y/n. So distracted with worry over you going back to work. I wanted to ease her mind a bit.”

“That’s very sweet, Bucky,” you said, patting him on the back. “As you can see, I’m fine.”

He nodded in agreement and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“You know, for an Avenger, I was expecting a more covert disguise,” you said with a smirk as you wiggled the bill of his hat. “Isn’t Tony in charge of ensuring you guys are badass in style?”

“I would rather take a bite out of brick than wear a superhero costume,” he chuckled.

You looked over your shoulder to see your best friend watching you with a look of confusion on her face.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to Harper. You scared the crap out of her.”

“Oh, no. That’s okay. I should be getting back to work,” Bucky said, pointing towards the door.

“I thought this was work?”

“More like freelancing.”

“Hmm, I see… You want some ice cream?” you asked, gesturing towards the ice cream display.

Bucky peered over your shoulder at the menu on the wall. “Do you have Pistachio?”

“I think I can scare up some Pistachio,” you giggled.

*^~^*

After a long day at work, Wanda showed up to pick you up and drove you back to the compound. Despite your insistence that you could call for a ride, she was determined to take you home. As you got into her car, you expressed gratitude and apologized for the inconvenience.

"Where are Billy and Tommy?" you asked. 

Wanda smiled and replied, "They're at the compound playing with Morgan. If you're up for it, I'd love to introduce you to them tonight. I know you've had a long day back, and it's a school night, so we won't stay long," she reassured you, "but I would love for them to meet the woman who's making me so happy."

As you listened to Wanda speak, you felt a lump form in your throat and had to look away for a moment to compose yourself. 

You had longed for the day when Wanda would feel comfortable enough to introduce you to her sons, but you didn't want to push things too fast. You knew that they had already gone through so much pain and heartache in Westview after losing their father, and you didn't want to disrupt the new life that Wanda had worked so hard to build for them as a family of three. Despite your desires, you respected Wanda's boundaries and tried to be patient, hoping that one day, she would feel ready to take that step with you.

“Nothing would make me happier, Wanda.”

*^~^*

As you stepped out of the elevator and into the common area, you were greeted by the comforting aroma of food cooking. You spotted Maria and Natasha moving about the kitchen, preparing dinner. The sound of sizzling and chopping filled the air, making your stomach growl with hunger. 

Maria noticed your arrival and greeted you, "Hey, y/n! How was your first day back at work?"

You placed your messenger bag on the counter and took a seat on the island, feeling the tiredness from the day setting in. "It was terrific," you replied, "I'm tired, but it's the good kind of tired. A successful day at the Candy Bar," you said.

Just then, Yelena walked into the kitchen with a bottle of Vodka and a shot glass. "Ah, perfect timing! The candy maker is home," she exclaimed.

Yelena explained that it was a team tradition to mark the occasion of someone recovering from an injury and returning to the field with a celebratory shot. Natasha quickly dismissed her sister's intention, saying that you didn't have to do it if you didn't want to.

But you liked the sound of it and picked up the glass, gesturing to Wanda. "To life," you said with a wink before downing the shot in one go.

Impressed, Yelena complimented you, "Congratulations, y/n. We're glad to have you here," patting you on the back as Wanda kissed you.

As you were chatting with Wanda, suddenly, you heard a commotion down the hall, and the next thing you knew, Morgan, Billy, and Tommy came running through the room.

“Careful!” Nat shouted as Tommy super-sped around the sofa.

“These must be the guests of honor,” you whispered to the redhead next to you. She just chuckled at your statement.

“Billy and Tommy, could you come here for a moment? I have someone I want you to meet.”

Billy and Tommy stopped at their mom’s voice and approached you.

“Boys, I’d like you to meet y/n. Y/N, this is Billy and Tommy,” Wanda gestured to each of her sons.

“Hi, I’ve heard so much about both of you from your mom. It’s nice to meet you!” You said, shaking both of their hands.

“Hi,” they both said, a bit shyly.

“Remember the special candy bags you two got for birthdays?” Wanda said. “It was from y/n’s shop, The Candy Bar.”

“Wow, you own a candy shop? That’s so cool! So you get to eat candy all day?” Billy asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

“I did for the first couple of weeks after I opened the shop,” you explained, “but I always had a nasty stomachache.”

“Did you bring any candy with you?” Tommy asked, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Tommy,” Wanda smirked.

“No, that’s alright. Hmmm,” you rubbed your hands together. “I think I might have something,” you said, reaching behind Tommy’s ear and pulling out a chocolate gold coin.

“Woah! Cool!” Tommy exclaimed.

“I think you may have one back here as well,” you said, reaching behind Billy’s ear and pulling out another coin. “Oh, look at that, I was right!”

“Awesome!” Billy said.

“What do you say, boys?” Wanda reminded them.

“Thank you, Y/N!”

“Yeah, thank you, Y/N!”

“You're welcome, guys.”

“Can we go back to playing now, Mom?” Billy asked.

“You may,” Wanda smiled.

“Oh, and Morgan, come here for a second,” kneeling to the little Stark’s level. “Ah, there we go!” Reaching behind the girl’s ear and pulling out another gold coin.

“Thank you, Y/N!” Morgan gasped with joy.

“You’re welcome, honey,” you said, wrapping her in a hug.

All three kids ran off happily back toward Morgan’s room.

“That was a surprise,” Wanda said. “Since when are you a magician?”

“You don’t know everything about me yet,” you smirked, repeating the exact words she said on your first date. “It’s part of the magic that is me.”

“Ah, I see,” Wanda said, wrapping her arms lovingly around your neck. “Well, I can’t wait to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve.”

“I’m just getting started,” you winked, feeling a rush of affection for the redhead.

*^~^*

The day had been long and tiring, and you were looking forward to movie night with the rest of the team. After saying goodnight to Wanda and the boys, you joined the others in the living room, where they were bickering over which movie to watch. Kate and Clint couldn't agree on the genre, but eventually, they settled on an action movie that you weren't particularly interested in. You found a comfortable spot on the end of the sofa and snuggled up in your favorite fluffy blanket.

Tony was sitting next to you, reading the newspaper, one of the many things that intrigued you about him. The entire compound was futuristic and filled with state-of-the-art technology, but Tony still enjoyed the simplicity and controversy of the printed word.

As you watched the movie, a name on the newspaper's front page caught your eye. You asked Tony if you could see the paper, and he handed it to you. The headline read,

"Onyx Petroleum Company seeks permission to drill on remnant Sokovian soil. Y/F/N Y/L/N, Y/M/N Y/L/N to meet with Slovakia and the Czech Republic.

Your heart sank as you read those words. No matter how far you ran, your parents always found a way to return to your life in the most unexpected and disastrous ways. You tossed the paper aside, feeling troubled and uneasy.

"Excuse me, everyone," you said, standing up. "It's been a long day, and I'm pretty tired. I think I'll call it a night. Goodnight, all."

You walked towards your room, feeling the weight of the news on your shoulders. Tony was the only one who noticed the troubled look on your face. He picked up the newspaper and read the headline. His heart sank, and his blood boiled. Without saying a word, he got up and followed you to your room, determined to help however he could.

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Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

We’re back with some more smutty, kinky, and dark fun for the month of October.  These one shots are not from any existing AU.  These will get very dark so read ALL warnings before hand.  My blog is an 18+ ONLY space.  All minors and hate will be blocked.  This is fiction, have fun.  This year I’m introducing a few more characters instead of just Chris and Sebastian characters...

Ablutophilia with Chris Beck Breath Play with Ari Levinson Candaulism with Nick Vaughan Dacryphilia with Mike Weiss Ejaculating Toy with Chase Collins Forced Voyeurism with Nick Fowler Grooming with Napoleon Solo Hate Sex with Ransom Drysdale Innocence Kink with Frank Adler Jealousy with William ‘Ironhead’ Miller Key Party with Andy Barber Lactation Kink with Jake Jensen Mutual Masturbation with Mickey Henry Non-Con with Jax Teller Objectification with Lance Tucker  Possessive Behavior with Angel Reyes Quirt with Steve Kemp Ravishment Fantasy with Jefferson Somnophilia with Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes Tea Bagging with Dean Winchester & Soldier Boy Uteromania with Justin Capshaw Vampire Gloves with Sam Winchester Water Play with Captain Syverson  Xenophilia with Tyler Rake Yandere with August Walker Zipper Dinner with Lloyd Hansen Electrostimulation with Mr. Freezy Harpaxophilia with Curtis Everett Housewife Kink with Clark Kent Kidnapping with Walter Marshall Coercion with Carter Baizen & Bryce Langley