#Bruce Banner Fan Fic

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MARIA HILL IN WHAT IF HAPPY HOGAN SAVES CHRISTMAS WHAT IF .. S2 (mostly) SLAYS!!

spoilers for What If Happy Hogan Saves Christmas

Die Hard-esque ✅ 

Snowman pin ✅ 

Snark about Stark ✅ 

HAMMER MEETS HILL!! ✅ 

A little Hill action (before she gets sidelined female character treatment) ✅ 

DARCY AND HILL ✅  (we could have more of them if Marvel wasn't the worst)

Maria Hill goes from broken leg to walking on it just fine ✅ (I assume she pulled the glass out of her leg herself??)

I know Maria had to get hurt for Happy to save Christmas but could she have had a little more action please? PLEASE? EVEN IN THE CARTOON CAN SHE NOT BE SIDELINED and be more useful / helpful? It was still probably the most of her we ever got to see doing something

Anyways a HIll/Hammer run in is something I have always wanted tbh I was not disappointed just wish there was more! My favorite line of the whole show came from their interaction and you will know it when you hear it it was A+ Hill level snark.

it was silly and funny and wild and Natasha is in a ballet costume so ya know what just expect it to be fun and it won't disappoint in that way but it will be a little sad when Hill is like "my leg is broken" and is then like walking around helping Happy and Darcy with JARVIS lol or maybe she has the highest pain tolerance in the world.

Pretty sure MCU saw that fan freak out/rage after they killed her off and were like okay maybe we should give her more to do like people have been asking for for twelve years!

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Bruce Banner x Female!Reader: Wine

Summary: Bruce’s kindness shouldn’t surprise you anymore, but it’s most touching when you least expect it. 

Rating/Tags: All (Post-Avengers (2012); pre-Avengers: Age of Ultron; not canon compliant; pregnancy announcement; pregnant!reader; Pepper & Reader; Tony & Bruce; Pepper & Tony & Bruce & Reader; Tony/Pepper; fluff)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Wine

You didn’t feel nervous until you found yourself checking the table for the fifteenth time that night. Nothing had changed: the food was still warm, the ice mostly un-melted, the napkins perfectly arranged. There was absolutely nothing more you could do until Bruce got home. That was a problem. You no longer had anything to distract you from your thoughts–and your thoughts were not of the comforting sort.

That night could have been the night that everything good about your life came crashing down around your ears. Your life was constantly balancing on the edge of knife as it was, but now? Now it teetered on that knife edge, wildly back and forth, back and forth as you tried to convince yourself one minute that things would be fine and the next to prepare for the worst. 

The pacing from the kitchen to the dining room to the entrance hall wasn’t helping matters. On your eighteenth lap, you forced yourself into one of the empty chairs at the table and lifted your trembling hands to your eyes.

This was a high moment. You had to calm down. If you didn’t, he would know as soon as he walked in the door and the game would be up before it even started. Why were you so worried anyhow? You had been with Bruce for how long? Even the Hulk was used to you, trying nothing worse than enthusiastic cuddling whenever he appeared. 

Still, you would hate to be the cause of Bruce losing control like that. He would be so disappointed in himself, not to mention disappointed in you. Exhaling did nothing to relieve the pressure in your chest. You tried Bruce’s breathing exercises, too, but those helped less. They only made you think of Bruce, of how it was nearly seven o’ clock and he should have been home by then, of how someone must have told him, of how he was either trying to figure out how best to break things off or already somewhere in a foreign country disappearing into the crowd. 

Just as your fear hit such a pitch that you were seriously considering finding yourself a paper bag to breathe into, your phone beeped.

You rocketed up from where you had had your head between your knees. Your phone remained in the kitchen, but you moved so quickly that that hardly mattered. It was a good thing it was just a text and not a call; by then, you were shaking so hard that you wouldn’t have been able to hold the phone up to your ear. Good news, though-no, maybe bad?-it wasn’t Bruce’s name that popped up next to the message notification. It was Pepper’s.

Is he home yet?

For a moment, you were incapable of answering, mostly afraid of what she would say when you answered. Pepper was the one person you had trusted with the secret, way back at nine o’ clock that morning, when you were excited rather than terrified out of your mind. 

Maybe you should have accepted her offer to spend the rest of the morning at the tower. You had declined at the time because you didn’t think Bruce would want to get the news over lunch with Pepper and Tony. Unfortunately, this had only given you the quiet time in which to recall every single fear Bruce had ever admitted to having in regards to this very situation.

No, you confessed at last.

Luckily, Pepper wouldn’t be able to read the misery in that single word. If she’d called, she would have had to listen to you struggle not to cry. 

Maybe mood-reading was her superpower, though, because it took less than two seconds before she sent back an attempt at encouragement: I went up there twenty minutes ago and told Tony it was getting late and Bruce had to go home. He’ll be there any minute.

I hope you’re right.

I’m always right. Ask Tony. He whined about letting his friend go home, but he's going to kick himself when he finds out what he was keeping Bruce from.

Oh, God. You could just imagine Tony being more excited than Bruce. Talking things up. Pressuring Bruce to do what Tony wanted. In Tony Stark’s opinion, this would probably be the best thing to happen to Bruce since the Hulk. Oh, God.

Pepper, your fingers rattled off, maybe I shouldn’t–

Someone opened the front door. Someone? Who were you kidding? Only two other people had keys to the house, and one was the woman you were in the middle of texting. Your brain didn’t seem to be functioning as well as usual that night. The phone slipped from your hands as you gasped–and Bruce heard. You could tell by the concern in his greeting:

“[Name]?”

“I’m fine!” you shouted back. Crap. Was everything ready? Drinks, food, stupid romantic candles? Of course it was. It had all been ready for the past thirty minutes. “I’m fine! I’m coming!” 

A quick check of your reflection in the refrigerator door to make sure your hair looked passable (barely), and then you rushed out to meet him. Apparently you took too long; Bruce was already making his way to you when you left the kitchen. When he saw the table, he came to a complete stop. Silence rang through the house. 

He knows, you thought desperately. 

Bruce wasn’t stupid. Neither was Tony Stark. Pepper wouldn’t tell, but one of them had figured it out and spilled the beans. Slowly Bruce’s eyes roved around the room, then found your face.

“What’s all this, then?” he asked.

“Pepper didn’t…” you swallowed roughly. “Pepper didn’t say anything?”

“No. She just came up around six-fifteen and said it was about time Tony came down and actually ate something, and I should go home and eat, too, while we were at it. Why? Did I forget something? It’s not our anniversary.”

“No.” You laughed with a little genuine relief. Trust Bruce to worry about missing an important date when you were the one that hardly remembered doctor’s appointments you scheduled the day before. “No, I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie, and Bruce swallowed your excuse kindly enough. He smiled in the dim candle lighting, walked over to your side of the table, and pulled out your chair. Normally this didn’t make you blush–at least not as much as it had when you’d first started dating him–but given what you were very close to telling him, his chivalry made you feel more uncomfortable than anything else. 

Once you were settled in, he sat down himself and began to spoon pasta onto his plate.

“So you got bored this evening, I take it?” he asked as he started to eat.

Butterflies filled your stomach so thoroughly that the thought of putting anything else inside you was enough to make you feel slightly sick. Still, you didn’t want Bruce to suspect, so you forced yourself to swallow several mouthfuls off lukewarm spaghetti before you answered:

“Sort of.” Bored was not the word you would have used, but you supposed it suited for the time being. “How was your day?”

“Long.” Bruce sighed, pushing some hair off his forehead. “While I know Tony’s good at AI, I’m not sure Project Ultron is the best idea, especially since he’s convinced it needs to be a rush job. With SHIELD gone and Steve and Natasha out of the country, I can see why, but we’ve still got Colonel Rhodes and Clint’s probably out there somewhere. It feels more like Tony’s trying to be the first with a solution instead of the person with the best solution.”

“And you told him this?”

“At least twenty-five times a day since he got started. You know Tony.”

You were starting to feel better now that you and Bruce were talking. The normalcy of it all put you enough at ease that you only grinned when he referenced the stubbornness of his friend. “Good thing I set out the wine.”

“Well, it’s not a bad thing.” 

Bruce, as far as anyone knew, couldn’t get drunk, but he still limited any form of alcoholic consumption just in case it weakened the hold he had on his big, green friend. Whatever he and Tony were up to lately must have been stressful, since Bruce immediately found the wine bottle and poured a finite amount into his glass. 

Then he stood slightly and reached toward you. “Here, let me–”

“No.” 

The word slipped out breathlessly. This had been the plan all along. You had known it would come down to this. Somehow, it stilled your nerves and made your voice catch at the same time. Bruce paused. How could he do anything else? You had no wine glass to fill.

“No?” he repeated. 

Maybe you should have set a glass at your plate after all, just to have made things less obvious. Bruce didn’t mean to pressure you to drink something, you were sure, but how could he not be slightly confused?

“No,” you said again, your voice still hushed. “No. I can’t…I can’t have any.”

His frown only deepened, forcing the worry lines on his forehead to deepen as well. “What do you mean you can’t have any…any…”

You could tell he understood without you having to explain any further. Bruce might have been able to control his emotions better than anyone on the entire planet. It was not as though he paled or his hands shook or he threw up, but still you could tell. Slowly, he sank back down into his chair, hand coming up once more to support his head.

“Don’t tell me you’re…” He did not seem to be able to force himself to say the word.

Your heart hammered in your chest, but you didn’t give up. You just nodded and stayed exactly where you were. “Pregnant,” you finished for him. “It’s yours.”

Bruce barked out a laugh that made you wince. It sounded like it hurt. “That wasn’t really a worry that came to mind, [Name].”

“Oh…” 

Your hands twitched where they had settled on your lap. So much for being so concerned with making sure dinner was still warm. You shut your eyes. No shaking. You could do this. He hadn’t left yet. This was already turning out better than most of the scenarios you had come up with over the course of the afternoon.

It took five agonizing minutes (you kept count on the clock hanging on the wall behind him), but finally Bruce took a deep breath and looked up. 

“Actually, I lied. That is a worry, it being mine. You know what happened when I gave blood for Jen. The baby will have more than a little of my blood. There’s no way it won’t…” he swallowed, “be like me.”

“I know.”

“You know.”

“I know. And I talked to Pepper about it earlier–just Pepper. She’s pretty sure she can get some equipment at the tower. We can keep an eye on things. Keep both of us safe.”

Bruce stared at you. You wanted more than anything to get up and go over to him, but the sudden movement might have caused him to flee. Instead, you just forced yourself to keep still–just like he had told you to when you first met the Hulk–and watch. 

“And you’re okay with that,” he said.

“I’m okay with that,” you confirmed. “I know we haven’t really talked about having kids much, but,” your shoulders lifted as you took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling, “I want to keep the baby. And I want to stay with you. If that’s okay with you, obviously.”

He didn’t say anything. You felt a prickle of tears in the backs of your eyes, but the position of your head helped you keep them inside. Having got this far without crying, you were loath to start now. You could keep it together. If Bruce had to go stay with Pepper and Tony for a few days to think things over, that was fine. Just so long as he came back. You wouldn’t make him stick around that night, and if he left, then you could cry.

Something soft touched the top of your head. “[Name].” 

Blinking wildly, you straightened and looked around to see Bruce standing right there. Maybe you were crazy, but it looked like he was holding back a smile. 

“Of course it’s okay. I’m not going to run off. It’s my kid. Everyone will know that as soon as it’s born. I’m not going to run off and leave you with a mini version of myself. I’m going to stay here. For both of you,” he said.

It was more than you expected, though it shouldn’t have been. Your responding smile was watery but wide. “You…sure?”

Bruce laughed, and this time it wasn’t all coarse and tight. He knelt in front of you, then, after a moment’s hesitation, placed his hand on your stomach. “I’m sure. I’ve always wanted a family. Never thought I’d get one. I’d have never asked you to do this, but,” he looked back up at you, “if you’re absolutely sure that you are willing to do this for me, then it’s okay.”

By then, you really were crying, but the tears were happy. You grabbed Bruce’s hand and gently worked your fingers between his. “For us,” you said, and thought maybe in that moment you saw tears in Bruce’s eyes, too.

“For us,” he repeated, squeezing your hand in return. “For us. I like that.”

Somewhere back in the kitchen, your phone practically erupted. It was probably Tony; Bruce kept his phone on silent at home so as to avoid Tony’s constant calls, and Pepper had likely broke the news to him by now. Neither you nor Bruce moved. Just this once, Tony and Pepper could wait. Just this once.

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bucky barnes

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The apparent Steve narrowed his striking baby blue eyes and steeled his jaw while leaning back on his hips. This always happened to you; when a situation was tense, you focused on all the details that didn’t matter. 

“Look, Buck, I know how this situation is near to you, I do, I get it. But just think of-“

The door creaked open, causing all of you to cringe a bit, especially the man walking into the room.

“Bad time?” 

He seemed kind, quiet, and more than a bit flustered. His kind eyes were apologetic for the intrusion, maybe. 

A brown-haired, soft framed man entered, gazing between Steve, Bucky, and you, sitting on the cot. He quickly walked over to you and leaned to your level, smiling warmly despite the tense situation.

“My names Bruce. I, uh, I ran some physical test on you earlier and helped clean you up. I need to check your vitals again, okay?”

You just nodded and let the man leave to look up at his monitors and screens, standing three feet from you bed. You didn’t trust him, but your gut did, so you’d let him preform any test. He wasn’t as strong as the other two, and the odds of him beating you in a fight if matters turned grave were slim. It was a safe risk to take, letting him prod around. 

“Uh, guys? What the name on file?” He asked, body facing Steve. His mouth opened then closed, and he turned his head with his brows drawn low. 

Bucky’s jaw locked as he whipped his head to Steve, giving him a state-of-the-art, “I-told-you-so” face. Steve bit down a sigh and walked over to you, smiling warmly, but with a lack of confidence in his face.

“Hello. I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve gotten your name yet. Also,” he shot a quick repentance to Bucky, who was wearing a triumphant grin, “we’d like to fill you in on what happened. If you don’t remember.” He added.

You bit your lip harshly, suddenly feeling dizzy again. 

But it was your name. The one thing that had always been yours, the one thing that couldn’t be taken away. Your chest rose and fell quickly and you stared down at the white sheets.

“Okay. Tell me what happened first, who you are, and where I am.”

You paused again, and they made no rush to interrupt you.

“We’re still in Kentucky, right? Near-near Lexington? I think that’s where I was last?”

“Uh, we’re in New York.”

Bruce quickly whispered, staring at the floor. 

“Oh.”

The tension was so thick a butter knife could cut it, but no one leaped to help the situation. Bruce was still tapping away at his screens, putting new fluids in your IV. Bucky shifted uncomfortably and glanced back to his maybe friend. The pair had a conversation with their eyes you wished to decode. 

“So…Steve? Should I start?” After a defeated look, Steve nodded. 

“Ok.” Bucky took and deep breath and looked you in the eyes.

“We found out about an underground fight club that was taking people from orphanages. Uh, they had-“ You shut your eyes tightly and interrupted him.

“I know that part.” You rasped, giving a look of disgust and anguish inwardly. He took the hint and moved on. Clever guy, it seemed.

“The Avengers were informed by an anonymous person a couple of years ago of the location. Problem is, you guys kept moving. We had to scout you and get evidence before storming the facility. We saw a trailer and didn’t know if someone was trapped inside, so we went in anyway and found you asleep. It was actually his idea,” he tossed his head back to Steve. 

“You were really asleep, but initially we had thought you’d-“ he inhaled and broke off the sentence with his head to the wall. It seemed like talking to a faceless, blank wall was easier than talking to you. In all honesty, you just cared that you could hear the story.

“But you woke up, got a solid hit on my face, too.” If you squinted, it looked like he smiled a bit at that. “Then Steve held you down until you bit him.”

You blushed in embarrassment and looked away. God, they probably thought you were a stupid child. Heat climbed to your neck and you visibly shuddered as an apology. Wordlessly, Bucky jumped to help your state.

“It’s okay.” His voice was deep and even, just detached enough to not be uncomfortably personal with the comfort. 

“You were panicking and I had a needle: we normally expect a struggle.” The tension in his brows grew deeper. 

“But after that, you got away and outside, and slipped in a puddle of…something yellow-ish. And you threw up again before I sedated you.” He kept fidgeting with his thumbs. “We brought you here. Bruce cleaned you up and gave you fluids. Then you started to hyperventilate and fainted. Now, you’re here.” He finished awkwardly. 

“The Avengers tower.” He added, then cleared his throat and motioned to Steve. As much as you tried to hide your confusion, the fog in your eyes was evident.

“Buck, I don’t think she knows who we are: The Avengers.” Again, you flushed red but refused to hide your hands in embarrassment. That would look even worse. You say up straighter and licked your lower lip.

“We…I-I didn’t have much news access. I only knew about Loki because we moved tents then.”

A shiver, not suck a grave one, mind you, came across your shoulders as you tried to stay upright. A faint feeling of needles flooded your fingers. Now was not the time to slip away into sleep again! You needed information.

“Hello? Are you with us?” Steve’s hand was an inch from your nose. He was trying to be sweet, and he was!-but you were in a mood.

“Yes. Here.” You cut coldly. He inhaled and nodded. “Okay, I’m glad you’re okay. Do you know about the Avengers? Tony? Iron Man?”

He stopped trailing off names and titles when you kept shaking your head, reeling from confusion. It must’ve been hard to keep such events hidden for you, how did the dickwads at your camp manage that?

You swallowed and looked down to the sheets, suddenly feeling very drained. You must’ve looked it, too, because Bruce asked if you were okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You shoved out gruffly. Since when were words so hard to say?

They alls eat about their patterns: Bruce, focusing on his screens, Bucky and Steve talking with their eyes, not speaking anything. The few seconds it took for them to have a small chat felt like ages. Time felt icy, foreign, and unforgiving. 

Bucky’s eyes peeled away from Steve’s to glance at your vitals, then he swayed again to looking at the wall behind your head. Shifty eyes, still hands, and a wet lip were not good signs from the guy in-the-know if your well-being. 

Your heart crumpled like a paper napkin as his face set in. You knew the look he was failing to hide, that god-awful look.

“You all…” air was rapidly thinning, “Do you think I’m crazy?”

He snapped to attention at the comment and his same even-keeled, soft and sturdy tone arrived at your service.

“I think your story is a little crazy. But I mean-“

“No, no it’s fine. You’re fine.”  Your voice was raspier than expected and you didn’t know why but you were crying and it was bad. 

Large, sloppy tears in front of the men who’d saved you. They seemed important, and it was embarrassing to cry near of important people. Or any people. 

In your drug-induced, fatigue-generated haze, Bucky scooted closer to you. His chair scraped with his small scoot near you, it made you laugh while you still cried. Shit, shit, shit! This was humiliating! You moved away and shot your fade to the sky in a flawed attempt to calm down. 

You barely noticed how he’d reached over a hand to you. Just a few inches separated your lower calf and his hand. The tears had hastily slowed to an occasional drop, which was enough for you see the gesture.

Shyly, you moved yours over his. You looked down at the pair and just focused on all the little details in an effort to calm down. 

More tears and stopped, and only a shiny face was evidence you’d been upset. With a deep breath you looked up to face the group again. It was an underwhelming description to say you had been startled to find Bucky’s face near yours. He certainly had moved closer.

He was so close you could see where his skin had delicately spit from your hitting him. Guilt flooded your abdomen and you steeled emotion away. You had just calmed down. 

He glanced away from you and sighed. 

“I’m okay. What we need right now is for you to be okay, and for that, we need to talk to you. Okay?” He stood, moved away from you and gathers with the others, all standing near around cot. You felt like a local celebrity.

“What’s your name?” Steve prompted gently. You looked away from him, still hesitant, but if what they said was true, these people, the “Avengers”, could help you. 

Shakily, you responded to their tuned ears.

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Apologies in advance for the long ask but could you maybe write an Avengers fic with 1, 9, 11, 13 and 19... (most of those can just be references or brief comments lol) and with the og avengers group (cap, tony, nat, bruce, thor, clint, scott, sam + like bucky and pepper) I just would like to read some fun found family avengers Christmas (with a bit of stucky and clintasha thrown in if you want) ur writing is awesome btw :)

Alright I finished the last one! Merry Christmas I hope you like it. Also thank you I’m glad you enjoy my writing!

The text from Tony to the Avengers had stated that they all needed to be at the Avenger's headquarters at 10 am on Christmas Eve, to wear their ugliest Christmas sweater, and they were welcome to bring some kind of food if they wanted. He’d followed it up after a few seconds with another that said “And before you ask Capsicle yes you can bring your stupid husband”. They didn’t get any other details after that other than he promised he could get them to their families by Christmas morning so they didn’t need to worry about flights if that was necessary (that only really applied to Sam though since he had his sister and nephews).

When Christmas Eve rolled around Steve found himself entering the headquarters with a plate of freshly baked Christmas cookies and his husband Bucky, wearing a red sweater covered in reindeer. Bucky’s was a Hanukkah featuring a cat playing with Dreidel that Steve had gotten him because of how much his husband loved their car Alpine. He didn’t really expect the other to wear it too much but he loved it.

Most of the others were already there when they arrived, seated on the couches in the sitting room. Someone, probably Tony since he organized this, had put up a tree in the corner of the room and some other festive decorations. Christmas music was playing from a speaker he couldn’t see. Some food was already out on the table and the Avengers who had arrived were chatting about something he didn’t hear because Tony interrupted to greet them as they approached.

Continued on AO3

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What Not to Do

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Rating: Gen Characters: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, James Rhodes Summary: After the Battle of New York, the city is still trying to pull itself together. Buildings are in disrepair, children have been misplaced into foster care, and supplies are slow to come in to help with the newfound homeless. Tony Stark is trying to keep his anxiety under control when the news hits him that he has a son and that son has been around for longer than Tony knows.

The story that eventually inspired "Finding Home," my main MCU story. You don't need to read that to enjoy this one. Links: Ao3 | Blog

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Hi! I was just reading your work on AO3 and I was thinking that I would love to see anothtake on a sun Cb nt prompt!

I was thinking a similar society like the one in “I don’t need a sub” but Culson knew he was a sub and pre New York battle he used to be a very bad handler and a mean Dom to Clint. (Not sure how dark you could make Culson but l love darkness)

After NY and with Culson dead Clint breaks down and one of the Dom of the team takes care of him. Would love some misunderstandings of Clint expecting punishment and the Dom or Doms pampering him instead! (I’d really like a Tony/Clint but I’d really be happy with any paring!)

Hello!! Thanks for the prompt, I haven't received any in forever haha. Took me a bit, sorry for the wait. Hope you like it!

Also read it here at: What is This Feeling? or under the cut below

"You better call it Coulson, I'm starting to root for this guy" Hawk said the words, and then immediately bit his tongue.

He forgot that Coulson wasn't in a good mood tonight. Sassy comments were sure to send him over the edge again.

Not that Clint complained about that. Coulson had a lot going on at all times, and he didn't need a subordinate sub sassing him over comms.

Clint would apologize when they were alone together and take his punishment like a good boy. Coulson had a certain way of handling Clint when he got mouthy. It wasn't Clint's favorite, but he would never dare say anything about how Coulson handled him.

Coulson had been his SO and his Dom for more years that Clint could count. Coulson had saved his skin on more than one occasion, and he was forever grateful that the older man had brought him into SHIELD. He knows what could have happened if he hadn't.

With that much hanger on his shoulders, how could Clint not get on his knees for the man?

Besides, it wasn't all bad. Sometimes, Coulson would rake his fingers through Clint's hair afterwards for a moment. Would tell Clint he took his punishment good.

It was nice, while it lasted.

Clint knocked himself out of his thoughts as he watched the mountain of a man fall to his knees in anguish.

Damn, that's sad.

~

Clint kept his head bent, hands tucked tight behind his back. The anticipation of the punishment was always the worst feeling for Clint. Sometimes Coulson would leave Clint for hours in this position before finally punishing him. Clint never complained, but the older he got, the worse this was on his knees. He knew he wouldn't be able to get up anytime soon, regardless of what happened during the punishment.

"I've decided to be nice to you, Clint." Coulson said from behind him. "But only because we need you in your top form. Fury just gave you a new assignment, babysitting some scientists."

Clint made sure not to shift his way when he spoke, knowing that would just anger the older man. "Yes sir.... I understand"

"Good, that's a good boy. So, because I'm so nice. Just do a hundred push ups for me. That should be easy for you. And remember your place next time you make a sassy remark, okay?"

Clint nodded his head, "Yes sir. Thank you."

Clint stretched his body out into his push up form, starting his count. If he didn't count loud enough, Coulson would make him start over. If he didn't go deep enough, Coulson would step on him during the push ups. If Coulson didn't like his form, he would make Clint do it on his knuckles.

This time, Coulson kept it simple with just the push ups. They must really need him on the next assignment if Coulson let Clint get through all 100 push ups without saying anything.

Clint collapsed against the ground after his last push up, already exhausted. He had been up since very early that morning, and it was so late in the evening. He could feel the fatigue deep in his bones.

"Was that okay sir?" He said smoothly,. controlling his breathing.

"I didn't give you permission to talk," Coulson said sharply from above him.

Clint felt Coulson's shoe press firmly against his back. Not hard enough to hurt, but just enough pressure that Clint knew he needed to be careful.

This time, Clint wisely stayed silent.

Coulson waited a beat, "You did well Clint. Thank you. Now get some rest, your new assignment starts at 0400 hrs sharp"

So there wouldn't be much sleep then, it was already midnight.

Clint waited until Coulson had removed his foot, before slowing rising to his feet and taking a shower.

He came back into the room to see a bed had been set for him on the floor.

Lovely, at least he gave me a blanket and pillow.

**

Clint groaned, resting his head back against the pillow for a moment. "Why am I back? How'd you get him out?"

Natasha looked down at him and gave him a small smile, "Cognitive re-calibration. I hit you really hard in the head."

"Thanks"

That was all that needed to be said between them. The two SHIELD Agents didn't need many words said between them at any time. They were connected on a deeper level than that. If Clint hadn't been gay, and hadn't been a sub - he was sure he and Natasha would have already been together.

Sucks, really.

"Go get cleaned up," Natasha said softly. "We've got a battle to win"

Clint groaned, "I didn't sign up for Aliens, Nat."

"Neither did I, but I guess humans were getting a bit boring"

Clint shook his head and gingerly rolled out of the bed, "I need to take a shower before I start fighting again. I don't feel clean"

"You're gonna get clean just to get dirty again?"

"Listen, I never said I was smart"

Natasha snorted, which made Clint smile. Natasha seemed to be the only person in the world he could trust to not get angry or punish him for goofing around.

Hawk went into the bathroom to clean himself up. While he was in there, he heard Captain America (the Captain America that Coulson had been so obsessed with over the years) talking with Nat. He was asking her about a pilot.

Now that Clint could do.

He volunteered without a thought, and away they went.

Here I am, fighting aliens. Who would have thought? Maybe this'll put me in Coulson's good graces.

Clint wondered where Coulson was in all this mess. He would never have given up the chance to be on the Comms for Captain America.

Clint saw the aliens come straight for the building he was ontop of. Without a thought, Hawk lept from the building and swung his way through the closest window.

He lay on the floor for a second, completely winded.

Okay, this looks bad.

He hoped no one would know what he had done. If Coulson knew he had taken such a risk without thinking, his punishment wouldn't be as easy going as when they were in New Mexico.

I would deserve it though. I should have made a better plan that just swinging blindly.

He kept that thought with him during the rest of the battle. Always tense and ready for Coulson to call his name. Coulson never did anything in public in front of anyone. Would never alert others to Clint's designation. Being a sub in this line of work was dangerous for everyone involved. It just took one bad Dom and Clint could be ruined.

He was grateful Coulson was his dom.

But he was still always on guard, waiting for that certain tick in Coulson's voice. The sound always marked that Clint was in trouble.

Clint continued to wind himself up, piling anxieties on top of each other as they saved the world, arrested Loki, and headed for the closest Shwarma place.

Clint got to the point that he thought the waiting was the punishment, his stomach so tight he could barely eat his food.

Finally, he turned to Natasha and asked her point blank.

"Where's Coulson?"

Everyone froze in their seats for a moment.

This made Clint even more nervous. What the hell was going on?

"Clint... He's gone" Nat said to him bluntly.

"... What do you mean?"

"Loki murdered him"

Clint blanched, and then spun completely out of control.

~

Clint came to in a fog. His vision was blurry, and he was laying down in a location he had not been in before.

He was surrounded by warmth, and fingers were combing through his hair.

"Whu-?" he mumbled, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Then he remembered.

"Oh god" He sat up quickly, realizing he was curled up in someone's lap. They tried to catch him, but he flailed and fell onto the floor. "Oh shit, oh fuck"

"Hey, Clint, calm down"

Clint looked up and saw it had been Tony Stark (the Tony Stark!)'s lap that he had been curled up in. The man had his hands up and was exuding a calm and not-confrontational manner.

This confused Clint. Don't they realize what he'd done??? He got Coulson killed! Murdered! Under Clint's watch! Clint had been the reason Loki had been able to get on the HeliCarrier, which was a direct result of Coulson getting killed not to mention the hundreds of other injuries on other SHIELD personnel.

He should be punished for this! Serious punishment. My god, he should be jailed.

He felt his hands reach up to grasp at his hair as he switched over to his knees.

"Hey, hey, hey." Tony said soothingly, dropping to his knees next to Clint.

It made his breath hiss, tensing for what was about to be inflicted on him. Clint was so wrapped up in his own thoughts and anxities, that he had no control over his sub nature. No way of reigning it back in. He didn't even know Tony, and he was exposing everything to him.

He felt Tony grip his hands in his own, bringing them down towards his lap. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Clint felt his eyes well up as he looked into Tony's eyes. "Aren't you going to punish me?"

Tony was confused, "For what?"

"I killed Coulson"

"... No you didn't?"

"I did!"

"No, Loki killed Coulson"

"But I let him in! It was me! It was my fault! PUNISH ME"

"Clint, stop!"

Clint stilled, triggered by Tony's voice. It was distinctly Dom like, and Clint couldn't help but pay attention.

"Thank you for listening, pet. Now, I'm only going to say this once. You had nothing to do with Coulson being killed, okay? You're were only the control of a megalomaniac who had plans for world domination. There was nothing you could have done to stop him while under his control. Coulson went up against Loki under his own free will, and Loki was the one that killed him. You do not need punishment, not that I believe in that shit anyway. Understood?"

Clint paused for a moment, taking in Tony's words.

Pet?

Oh, he liked that. Coulson had never given Clint nicknames. He only ever called Clint by his name when they were together.

"Are you listening to me, pet?" Tony prompted again.

Clint nodded slowly, unable to do anything else but agree.

"Good. Because what I said was the truth. When was the last time anyone took care of you?" Tony brushed his fingers over Clint's hair, making him shudder.

"Coulson gave me a punishment before coming to see you. So, about a-"

"I didn't say who punished you last. I asked when the last time someone took care of you was"

He was confused by the question. Isn't punishments part of taking care of a sub? How else would they learn?

Tony sighed, "Your face just answered my question. Was Coulson your Dom?"

He nodded.

"Is that all he did? Punish you?"

Clint shrugged, "Sometimes he would brush his fingers through my hair. When I did a good job"

"But not so often, right?"

Clint shrugged again. He didn't really understand why Tony was asking all these questions.

"Did anyone else at SHIELD know about your designation?"

"Only Nat"

"I don't think Red can just count as anyone"

Clint laughed, relaxing into Tony's hold.

"How did you know I was a sub?" Clint asked softly.

Tony snorted, "It was pretty obvious. I could see the signs from a mile away the second you started freaking out. Nobody else knows though, so you're safe with me. Guess we're surrounded by neutrals. Who would have thought?"

Clint smiled, nodding his head. He felt his body relax even further into Tony's hold. He hadn't felt this relaxed in a very long time. He knew in some part of his body that he was going into a sub space, but having not experienced one, he wasn't quite sure how to handle it.

"Aw, you're spacing aren't you?"

Clint couldn't respond, content to let Tony manhandle him back onto the couch. He ended up sprawled across Tony as the other man rubbed along Clint's back and shoulders. Before long, Clint had completely dropped and was in absolute bliss.

He couldn't have moved even if a bomb went off.

He felt safe.

Tony let him doze and zone out for about an hour, before bringing him back to an even keel.

"Feeling better pet?" Tony whispered against Clint's ear.

Clint nodded, lifting up on his arms. He looked down at Tony for a moment, before smiling. "Thank you, I've never felt like that before"

Tony lifted up onto his elbows, getting closer to Clint. "I'd like to make you feel like that all the time... If you'd like me too"

Clint sat back on his heels, "Wait... What?"

Tony sat up fully, resting his hands along Clint's hips. "I want to be your Dom, full time. If you accept me, that is"

He's asking me to be my dom?

Clint wasn't used to that, either. Coulson had just announced himself Clint's Dom after a mission went wrong and Clint had dropped.

"Pet?"

"Uh yeah... no, yes. Yes please... sir"

Tony's hands gripped a little tighter on Clint's hips, before releasing. "You don't have to call me sir. I'm not a big fan of it."

"Then what do I call you?"

"My name? You don't have to use titles to be respectful to someone"

"I don't understand"

Tony let out a little sigh, "It's okay Clint. You don't have to understand everything right now, okay? We'll work on it."

"Uhm... Okay"

"Good boy"

Clint's cheeks automatically blushed. The praise was unexpected, but very welcome.

"Oh, you like that, do you pet?" Tony drawled, rubbing his hands up and down Clint's sides.

Clint nodded, tucking his chin against his chest.

"Don't hide from me, I want to see you" Tony used a hand to lift Clint's chin back up. "I like seeing your face. I was drawn to it the second I saw you."

"Me? Really?"

"Yeah, you. You're gorgeous, did you know that?"

Clint shook his head. He never thought of himself in that way. Whatever he and Coulson had had, it wasn't sexual. He hadn't had many relationship before that either.

"I don't... I don't know what to say" Clint answered truthfully.

"Thank you for being honest, pet. But you don't have to say anything. I just wanted you to know. We'll keep working on this, okay? Now, let's go get something to eat. We didn't get to finish our food earlier and I'm sure you're starving"

"...Yeah, I could eat"

"Come on then pet, I'll have JARVIS order us some take out"

"... Who's Jarvis?"

~

Clint laughed, tucking his body tightly against Tony's. Natasha and Steve were arguing back and forth, and Thor was trying to get everyone to lift his hammer. Bruce was sitting quietly in the corner, watching the byplay amusedly.

Tony was carding his fingers through Clint's hair, all the while talking with Pepper about the latest expansion in Stark Tech.

In the kitchen, Clint could see Wanda and Vision trying to cook dinner (unsuccessfully). Bucky and Sam were lying in wait at the kitchen island, ready to put out the inevitable grease fire.

Who would have thought all these years later that this would be the result of that first Avengers battle?

"You okay pet?" Tony whispered in his ear.

Clint nodded, pressing a kiss to Tony's cheek. "I'm great."

Tony winked at him, turning back to his conversation with Pepper. Clint looked around and noticed Natasha looking at him. He winked at her, and blew a raspberry. Nat rolled her eyes, but smiled.

Clint couldn't believe how lucky he was.

Nothing could ruin this feeling....

[delyth88]

Fic rec time again!

I've recently come back to this awesome screenplay for a Revengers TV series by @iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid . I'd read the first couple of episodes last year and forgotten about it through our big lockdown at the end of 2021, so I'm really pleased I stumbled across them again.

They're really well written, great characterisation, great plot, and I'm fully invested! (And of course at the same time deeply sad that this is not in fact something I can actually watch. :( )

It's not yet complete, but the episodes so far are just so engaging it's well worth reading and subscribing to.

Summary:

The Asgardians have just narrowly escaped the annihilation of their home, and now they’re off through the stars in search of a new one. And in this timeline, there’s no Thanos to cut their journey tragically short… but that doesn’t mean there aren’t new threats.

[steves-on-a-plane]

HAPPY PRIDE 2022!

I’ve put together a Masterlist of some LGBTQ+ fics that I’ve written in the past. I’m excited to celebrate my first pride, since I came out as Bi to my friends and family 12 months ago. 

Grand & Ed - (Steve Rogers x Tony Stark) words: 2018

I’ll Be Seeing You - (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes) words: 1526

Secret, Secret - (Peter Parker x Male!Reader, Dad!Bruce Banner) words: 1552

Web Of Secrets - (Peter Parker x Male!Reader) words: 1307

It’s a Star Wars Date! - (Peter x Male!Reader) words: 591

I Am Spiderman - (Peter Parker x Male!Reader) words: 597

The Tour Guide - (Peter Parker x Male!Reader) words: 804

You Wont Like Me When I’m Angry - (Bruce Banner x Male!OC) Words: 426 Cocoa & Cuddles - (Reader x Tony Stark x Bruce Banner)  words: 827

Miscommunication ( Leia Organa x Reader) Words: 1256

Zero Gravity - (Finn x Poe Dameron) words: 1544

Bravery In All Forms - (Thor & Reader)  words: 858

Coming Out To Tony Stark Would Be Like… (Tony Stark & Reader) words: 352 

Coming Out To Steve Rogers Would Be Like… (Steve Rogers & Reader) words: 542

[iloveslasher]

Attention

Avengers

I need help with finding a wattpad book on avengers x little!reader.

So I once read this fan fic of the avengers team which included: steve rogers, bucky barnes, Tony stark, pepper potts, Bruce banner,Thor odinson, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, vision, Clint barton and sam Wilson as the reader (who's named violet) caregivers.

Because Violet was used and abused so the avengers saved her and she at first felt nothing of her physical wounds but then the avengers told her that's not normal and got her looked at by bruce. And got her off the painkillers that her captor put her on.

One chapter has a protocol that she can't use the bathroom bc she is hurting her self by not being little so they kind of have to pressure her into being little.

Then loki and stephen stranger baby sit in one chapter. Which reveal that loki is also a little. Then there is carol as a little.

And another chapter where wanda and vision give violet schoollessons (bc she was capture really young and doesn't know hoe to write or read). Then they discover that Violet has dyslexia by telling her to go right and she takes a left, off of visions suspicions.

Also Steve and bucky are a pair and later violet starts dating Natasha and Natasha helps violet through her first period.

[theblackestvalkyrie]

#2 - Hulk - Oneshot (Pipe Game Series)

Pairing: Hulk (Bruce Banner) x Giantess!Reader

Summary: Hulk comes back from fighting in the arena and you couldn’t help but get turned on by his performance. Unfortunately, he takes “Hulk Smash” a little too literally. 

Warning:  Kind of awkward smut, dubcon, rough sex, hulk’s fat girthy cock, sex positive reader, unrealistic cervix fucking, pissing/piss kink, painful sex, accidental/surprise orgasm, slight somnophilia, size difference, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN

A/N:  Keep in mind that there is no Bruce in this fic. It’s strictly Hulk in this one. Comic fans, y’all know they are NOT the same person like the movies try to make it so really, they should be in different tags but whatever. Unfortunately, the rating was 5/10 but I personally think he’d be a 9/10 just on size alone 🤤. Reader is sex positive Is that coded for whore? Maybe lmao. Don’t be offended as I am a proud whore myself and is also a giantess (when compared to other species). Kind of like Bilquis from ‘American Gods’. If you know you know 😏. I took this one too far and a bit off track but I am pent tf up sexually so please be easy on me lol.

PG Chapters: Tony //

Based on this post.

The crowd was electric. Their enthusiastic cries and cheers echoed throughout the arena rising and falling with the wins and losses of warriors as they fought for their lives in the arena. On any other night, you’d be on the prowl looking for someone to bed or drink with but tonight was different. The new champion was fighting tonight.

You licked your lips at the thought as you watched his enormous green figure leap around and smash through the opponents put in front of him. He had hardly debuted and fought just a handful of times but ‘The Incredible Hulk’, as he was introduced before fights, was someone who was quickly making a name for himself.

The Hulk wouldn’t be the first champion you had approached sexually but judging by how thick he was all around; he might just be the last. You couldn’t contain your sexually charged thoughts as you watched him from the seat of your aircraft hovering above the arena.

 Tonight would be the night you would make your move. You had been planning and plotting the entire week while also remaining celibate. Going without sex for a week while not ideal, would be doable but that one week stretched into a month as your schedules never seemed to align. But tonight the stars aligned. You had no scheduled fights and Hulk only had one match scheduled. So, you suffered through the entire thing squirming with legs crossed and slightly out of breath from just watching Hulk fight. Your clit mashed desperately against the seat, pelvis tilting back and forth in wanton desire.

You gripped the steering wheel to stop yourself from shoving your fingers where you needed them the most. The fight predictably ended in Hulk’s favor with the crowd and the Grandmaster going wild. Waiting was the hardest part. It would take some time for him to make his way back to his quarters which gave you plenty of time to land, park, and make your way to his room. You arrived just a few minutes after he entered his apartment you didn’t bother knocking. There was no privacy on Sakaar.

The red and white theme of the room just screamed Hulk. Trophies, both gifted and taken from his opponents by force, littered the floor and made up what little furniture he had. His room even had a full bar of high-end quality liquors and other mind-altering beverages on a fully stocked cabinet.

The Grandmaster's favoritism was blatantly obvious.

There he sat, a warm washcloth draped over his face, arms draped across his heated bathing pool, not a care in the world. You let your eyes trace downward towards his muscular thick chest and the sparse dark chest hair growing there trailing down his abdomen and obscured by the water.

In an effort to make yourself fully known, you let your footsteps become louder making more noise. Immediately he sat up alert and uncovered his eyes watching you like a predator. You and Hulk had never interacted up close but had seen each other in passing so were familiar yet complete strangers to each other.

“You did so well tonight, Hulk. I wanted to help you relax after such a hard job. Will you let me help you? Will you let me be your tool?”

Silence sat between you both as Hulk tilted his head in deep contemplation. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as his dark eyes pierced right through you.

“Hulk owns you?”

You could have come on the spot at his response. This was better than you could imagine. He must have thought you were one of the contracted sex workers the Grandmaster employed, and why wouldn’t he when you showed up with no underwear, a sheer bodycon dress, and zero inhibitions? Having a sexual tryst for a night was good but having someone sexually own you was a new level to you entirely.

“Yes.” No hesitation on your part.

“Strip.” A forceful command that left no room for argument.

You eagerly shed the thin soft fabric of your dress letting it pool around your feet. You could feel his eyes roaming your body studying your perky hard nipples and the intricate design of your pubic hair.

“Come” He gestured waving a wet hand out of the water and splashing water around without a care in the world for the surroundings. The first steps up to the pool were nerve-racking. While he made no move up to come to you, you could see him shifting around in anticipation.

It only made you more excited at the fact that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

Once you were fully into the warm pool the water settled above your belly button leaving your breasts dry and fully on display. You stopped a little shorter than an arm’s length in front of Hulk wondering if this was too close. It was almost comical to be worried about personal space when you entered his room without permission on the basis of fucking his brains out.

Hulk’s hand rose out of the water and cupped your right breast in shameless desire. He looked to be studying your chest like he had never seen a pair before caressing them with a gentleness that betrayed his size. A sweet silence settled between you two as you enjoyed his soft touch but at some point, you started getting tired of the sweetness.

You wanted to get fucked through the floor.

In a move of pure seduction, you slipped a hand under the water and straight to his cock stroking smoothly thanks to the lubrication of the pool.

Your fingers brushed the fat mushroom head as you took in his size. The head was hot even under the warm water and you struggled to wrap your fingers around it. His entire length measured from the tips of your fingers to the end of your elbow and then some. So many nights of struggling because you were a giantess. Nights of accidentally killing men unlucky enough to get sucked up into you during sex and men too scared to partake after hearing the rumors. It all lead to this glorious moment.

Hulk took his cue from you and slipped his fingers between your legs as well just discovering and exploring to his heart's content.

“You a virgin big guy?” You purred squeezing his length lightly.

“Maybe.” He huffed, half in annoyance half in arousal.

You giggled wrapping your other hand around what you couldn’t reach with the other hand still pumping him but adding a little twist to your wrist.

“Will you let me take care of you?”

He nodded and that was all you needed. Apparently, this was all he needed before standing in the deep pool. The water glistened and rolled off his muscles and down his happy trail to the deep v- cut of his pelvis exposing him in all his glory.

Your mouth started watering at the sight of his curved length. It was even better than anything your imagination could conjure up.

His weeping cock head spread precum along your cheek and lips as Hulk prodded your mouth open with his member.

“You suck me.”

You were granted a few seconds to take in all his splendor up close before his swollen head was banging on the back of your throat in inexperienced thrusts. Even with your hands gripping his hips in a death drip didn’t slow him down and you doubted much would deter him from the warmth of your throat.

You could feel your vision going spotty the darkness calling you and you flailed in panic a little. Hulk pulled himself from your throat and you gasped and coughed for breath ignoring the way the mix of saliva and precum dripped down your chin and throat obscenely.

Hulk lifted you over his shoulder and lumbered out of the pool to his trophy bed smacking your ass once and then dumping you on the bed saturating the sheets from your soaking wet bodies.

Unceremoniously he split your legs wide and ground his bloated cock tip into you bumping the nose of your clit and sliding back between your slick lips to your taint and back up again. Sawing back and forth in slow calculated movements.

Back and forth.

Back.

And.

Forth.

“We fuck now.”

He wasn’t even looking at your face but between your legs at his lewd movements. It was like you weren’t even in the room.

Yes please.” You squealed gripping the sheets in anticipation.

He moved then splitting your vaginal opening bigger than your fist. The stretching burned like nothing you had ever felt and you wondered in the back of your mind if this was how giving birth felt.

“Please wait…...Too big… Please….”

He ignored you and continued to push past any tight resistance living up to his title as champion and hit the opening of your cervix. You cried out as his thick girth split you immediately regretting ever approaching Hulk. Thankfully Hulk had enough thought to stop when he hit the doors of your cervix.

His large green hands gripped your hips and overlapped around your smaller figure. You might have been bigger than everyone you came across but Hulk made you feel small this very moment.

The room filled with the wet squelching sounds of your pussy getting hammered all you could do was spread your legs and hold on. You couldn’t keep up with his pace and the fact that it was bringing equal parts pain and pleasure confused you yet brought a feral arousal like you had never known.

“Gods, slow the fuck down!”

Your flailing was starting to annoy Hulk so he pinned you down with his arms and whole body pressing you into the mattress breathing into the side of your face.

“Don’t fight it.”

Babbling in delirium as he worked you over on his shaft like a cock sleeve with reckless abandon. Again the fat tip of his cock was banging at the doors of your cervix nudging you open with every hit. You were helpless to stop him from taking what he wanted.

You could feel the beginning strings of your orgasm knotting up and building. You couldn’t even form words. Falling over the edge with a sob you could feel yourself releasing liquid all over the bed.

Holy shit you just pissed yourself.

You didn’t even have a chance to catch your breath or feel embarrassed as you continued to piss all over the Hulk yet this did nothing to deter him. In fact, it incensed his primal urges and made him go harder smacking into you at a bruising pace as he chased his climax.

Another orgasm hit you by surprise making your vision spotty. Your tightening walls were all the Hulk needed to slam past the opening of your cervix filling it with the swollen crown of his cock and continuing to pump into you sloppily as he came. Drooling into the sheets you faded into a blissed-out darkness.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Coming to, the first thing you could sense was the wet squelching of your pussy still getting fucked. Unable to do anything but watch yourself get fucked in the reflection of the window. Fucking against the window so everyone can see. The Hulk growled possessively into your neck as he came into your stretched-out cervix with a groan.

“Mine…….Mine….”

[strawwritesfic]

Bruce Banner x Stark Employee!Reader: Pioneer

Summary: Perhaps Bruce will forgive Tony for his meddling...just this once. 

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All (Post-Avengers (2012); pre-Age of Ultron; Bruce & Tony; matchmaker!Tony; implied age-gap romance; Avengers Tower; scientist!reader; meet-cute)

Challenge: “120 Bits of Random” challenge by SugarLandBabyGirl on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Pioneer

It didn’t take being a super genius to figure out when Tony Stark was up to something. Therefore Bruce, being smarter than the average super genius, figured it out. His friend didn’t normally make such a big deal out of breakfast; he didn’t typically rush Pepper and Happy off to work; and he definitely did not usually smile so much while participating in an activity as dull as riding up to the lab in the elevator.

Most of the time, Bruce tried to ignore these telltale signs of mischief, because, most of the time, he didn’t want to know what Tony had in mind. This morning was no different. Brice slipped his hands into his pockets and looked pointedly toward the glass wall. When Tony started whistling, Bruce knew he was doomed no matter what. Might as well have some inkling of what’s coming. 

Wetting his lips, he turned back to Tony and asked, “What’s going on?”

Tony stopped whistling. “Why would anything be going on?”

“Because you’re enjoying this elevator ride a little too much.” Bruce smiled weakly. “And you were supposed to go to work with Pepper today to help her iron out some contracting kinks.”

“I just thought you’d like to see the remodeled lab.”

“And I can’t do that without you here?”

Tony slapped Bruce on the back as the elevator doors opened at their stop. “Not today.”

“Tony,” Bruce started, but Tony had already stepped out into the hallway. “Tony, I’m not getting out of this elevator until you tell me what it is you’re planning.”

Tony’s head reappeared in the doorway. “Yes, you are.”

Before Bruce could protest, Tony grabbed his hand and yanked him off the elevator. Bruce pulled himself free momentarily, but he didn’t run off. He knew he had lost. He did not have to enjoy the loss. As Tony led him through the maze what would be the Avengers’ common living area, Bruce scowled through Tony’s muttering, all of which was something along the lines of “got to be around somewhere” and “supposed to be here by now.”

Tony finally stopped in front of another set of glass walls. Bruce caught only a whispered “aha” before Tony rapped on that wall and stepped into the room beyond. 

Someone in a white lab coat whirled around to look just as Bruce followed him inside.

“Mr. Stark!” you said, looking relieved. “I’ve been hoping you’d be by. I know you said you left a note detailing my instructions, but I can’t find it, and I’m really sorry, but–”

Tony held up his hand that brought your tirade to a screeching halt. When he lifted his eyebrows, you swallowed, then nodded. 

“We’ll get to that,” he said. “But first, I brought you someone.”

“Brought me…?” Your eyes followed Tony’s pointing finger. Upon spotting Bruce, they widened. “Oh!”

The alarm bells went off in Bruce’s head. Sensing this, Tony moved far enough away that Bruce could not hide behind him. 

“Dr. [L Name], Dr. Banner,” Tony said. “Dr. Banner, Dr. [L Name].”

“I, um, I, uh, that is to say–” 

Bruce could think of no soothing words or excuses, and yet you advanced. He could see Tony smirking over your nearing head. Soon you stood right in front of Bruce, giving him no time to do so much as shoot Tony a death glare.

“You're Doctor Bruce Banner?” you whispered.

He nodded. 

You let out an ear-splitting squeal. 

Bruce blinked. He was used to people making loud sounds when they met him, but sounds of delight were not one of them–and your delight was unmistakable. You snatched his hand from his side to pump it, grinning all the while.

“I can’t believe I’m really meeting you! I’ve been following your work since I was in college. You’re the entire reason I went into nuclear physics. I mean, you’re a pioneer in the field. You’re such an–an inspiration!”

“Thanks,” Bruce said slowly. 

You gazed up at him with an expression of rapt adoration. A moment of awkward silence followed. Bruce had very little experience with people complimenting his pre-Hulk work and had no idea how to respond. Then you gasped.

“This is going to seem,” you turned away just long enough to snatch a large backpack off the floor near a stool, “really stupid, but I just can’t believe I’m meeting my own personal hero. Do you think you could give me an autograph?”

He waved his hands instead of taking the pen and journal you offered him. “I really didn’t do anything that great. Don’t feel obligated to…” Bruce trailed away as disappointed began to drain all the joy from your expression. He sighed and took your writing implements. “Sure. Sure, I’ll give you an autograph.”

That brought your smile back, and Bruce could feel himself smiling despite when he returned your things to you. After you'd put them back instead your pack you let out a sudden, “Oh no!”

“What? What is it?”

“Mr. Stark is gone!” 

Bruce looked over at where Tony had been standing prior to your introduction and found that you were telling the truth. The room too small and too transparent for Tony to hide anywhere. To his own surprise, Bruce chuckled.

“Yeah. He does that,” he said.

“But he never told me what I needed to do to get started today!”

“Somehow I think he planned that part, too.” 

His words did not seem to soothe you. You continued to turn on the spot as though expecting Tony to pop out of a cabinet with a to-do list. 

“Look,” Bruce said. “He’ll probably be awhile. You want to go get some coffee until he deigns to show up again?”

“Yes,” you said more quickly than Bruce thought a tongue could work. 

It didn’t take more than twenty seconds for you to grab your backpack, lead him from the room, and start talking a mile a minute once more about all the papers of his that you’d read. Even more surprising than his earlier laughter, Bruce found he didn’t mind.

[lettingtimepass]

OG Fic Rec List - Science Boyfriends

It seems like I've finally found some Science Boyfriends lovers on here and I'm feeling nostalgic, so here is my list of fics that have been saved in my bookmarks for nearly 10 years! If you haven't read these -- Enjoy!

Tony Stark Recommended, Bruce Banner Not by hollydermovoi

Bruce and Tony are a happy couple looking to adopt, but those in charge of approving them aren't huge fans of Bruce's Alter Ego.

Five Times Tony Stark Made Bruce Banner Laugh, and One Time He Made Him Angry by Yamx

Being friends with Tony Stark is many things, but it's certainly never boring.

Loose Talk in the Classroom by Undertheblu

Teenage Tony Stark finds his new teacher Bruce Banner more interesting than he probably should. Bruce does his best to be the responsible adult, but he discovers a stubborn Stark can be quite hard to resist. While trying to hide their taboo relationship they expose themselves to secrets they weren’t even aware of.

Pendulum by ChevySK and Zphal

Two highschoolers with brilliant minds and troubled lives find they have a lot in common. While Bruce struggles to cope in an abusive family, Tony longs for an intimacy he's never known. As the boys grow closer, can Bruce overcome his hang-ups about being in a relationship? And what role will Tony's heart condition play?

Dark Memories by Trammel

Tony and Bruce have been together six months, when something Bruce does triggers memories in Tony that he never wanted. Tony is not good at dealing with his feelings, but Bruce does his best to help him through it. Eventually Bruce confides in the team. Then someone from Tony's past returns to make things worse…

[multifandomnonsense]

I read your recent fic with avengers in ugly sweaters and it was super cozy and fun! I’d love to send in a new years request. I’m thinking a cozy sleepover/new years party with the gang, and definitely a new years stucky kiss. I also love the idea of someone falling asleep and Thor doing some silly prank like shaving cream or something. Stupid silly cozy vibes!

Sorry I posted this so late I got busy and just finished. Hopefully you like it even though I went a bit rogue and put it in an AU

It had taken Tony a while to talk his parents out of making him go to the Stark Industries New Year’s party. His dad had wanted him to be there, mostly to show off how smart his son was. He liked those high up in the tech world to know that Tony would be going places and to keep an eye out for him. However, it seemed a few days of endless nagging had managed to get his dad to let him invite friends over for a sleepover plus there wouldn’t be any parents.

“How on earth did you convince your parents to let us do this,” Sam asked, as he set his bag down. "My parents don't let me have friends stay over when they aren't there and I'm never allowed to invite girls. Which reminds me that if they ask your parents are here and Natasha isn't."

That last bit got him a few laughs, especially because most of them had likely told their parents the exact same thing. Steve and Bucky definitely had. Their parents were a bit more old-fashioned when it came to their rules so they often had to leave out information like that so they could join the rest of the group. Steve didn't like it, but Bucky could normally talk him into it as long as it didn't involve too much lying. It was a good thing too because that idiot was way too righteous.

"I asked him and when he said no, I asked again he said maybe, so I kept asking until he said 'Tony I'm saying yes because the thing I am trying to rewire will explode if I get it wrong and I really need you to leave'."

Continued on AO3

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Rosile Cullen

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I won’t write for Rape,

Smut for agere,

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Kidnapped (maybe tho depends on character and other things)

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[leviathanspain]

Ello mate, massive marvel fan and a fan of your seven evil exs fic was wounder if you could do that again but angts? I like to be I'm pain.

Please and thank you.

the ones that got away

bucky barnes x reader, pietro maximoff x reader, tasm!peter parker x reader, bruce banner x reader, frank castle x reader

synopsis: every one of your breakups have ended messily, some more than others and one is different from the rest

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sitting across from karen, a new friend from nelson and murdock, she brought up the topic of breakups, considering she just had a messy one with your boss, matt.

“but enough about me, what about you?” the woman wiped her tears just as the diner waitress passed by. usually you’d be at josie’s pounding down shots of whatever cheap liquor you could get your hands on, but considering karen and matt’s breakup being a fresh wound, you both decided to steer clear of it.

you waved the waitress down and looked ar karen briefly with a smile as you thought, “can i get some more coffee please?” you asked the waitress and she smiled warmly at you, nodding as she quickly walked away.

you fiddled around for a moment, trying to ignore karen’s expectant stare. her eyes were still rimmed red with tears and you nodded reluctantly, “alright. since you were open about your relationship with matt, i guess ill let you in on some past relationships.”

you gulped as you began, and just as you did, a new coffee mug was set down and the waitress looked at you again, her eyes shifting to more warmth. you thanked her, but the puzzling feeling you felt was odd.

you shrugged it off as karen cleared her throat. you nodded, “so you know i worked for the avengers before i moved to hell’s kitchen right?” karen nodded, “matt told me.”

you nodded, and continued, “i actually had gotten the job through my ex boyfriend, who was a known,’ enchanced’ individual. he was recruited shortly after steve rogers was found. but anyway, bruce-“

karen almost choked on her coffee, “bruce banner? you mean to say, you dated the hulk?” karen looked at you with wide eyes and a small smirk playing at her lips.

you nodded, “i did. i met him while studying at a university and he was actually the student teacher to my professor. one night i asked for notes and we kind of hit it off. bruce was shy and i wasn’t, so it was really odd, he said, that a girl like me would be interested in him.” you sipped your coffee, “his insecurities got the best of him though, and we broke up shortly after loki’s new york invasion.”

as karen began to comfort you, you felt yourself go back, the memory of that night whisking your mind away.

“y/n-“ bruce was naked, shivering, as he walked up the steps to your townhouse. hulk had gotten the best of him, and he cut your argument short, running a large hole through your living room as a means to get away from you. he never wanted to hurt you, but he could feel his grip on the control fade everyday.

you had been sitting on your steps, a blanket in your hand as you waited for bruce.

“im sorry.” he whispered as you handed him the blanket. you shook your head as you went into to hug him, “don’t apologize.”

but bruce couldn’t let himself continue to almost lose it every time you argued. he couldn’t bare the thought of losing you, especially if hulk had something to do with it.

that night was the last night you saw bruce for years.

you smiled softly, “there was a long while before i saw bruce again. but he was my first true love, and frankly i’ve never really got to say goodbye.” you waved a hand, and karen nodded, “next? please?” she seemed to really be enjoying the spilling of your own pain, and you could spare a little pain for her own comfort.

as you and karen walked home, you opened up about your next ex, and frankly your most painful one.

“i dated pietro maximoff for a little while.” you admitted and looked to see karen’s confusion. you laughed slightly, how pietro would’ve been hurt that no one knew him, “wanda’s twin brother?” you offered and karen nodded, yeah pietro would’ve been peeved.

“when the attack on sokovia happened, pietro and i had been involved, considering we were both on different sides. but i knew him, i really did.” you felt the cold winter air bite at your cheeks and you shivered, “want to head to my place?” karen nodded, and you continued.

you knew you shouldn’t had moved. pietro told you to stay put, he made you promise. but you couldn’t help yourself, you had to save that child.

you didn’t have time to react as you had waited for your impending death. only to be saved by your boyfriend.

“piet?” you felt a pounding in your ears as the child left your arms and you saw the body of your boyfriend collapse on the floor. bullet holes riddled his body, and you felt your vision blur with tears as you fell down to your knees.

“pietro!” you cried, and saw him still breathing, very slight, but the death rattle was there. you cried, holding his head in your lap.

“draga, my sweet, selfless draga.” he held your hand as he rattled off his breaths, “i love you, so much.” the breaths he fought to say those last words were tough, and pietro had faded like a dying sun.

you screamed, pure anger, terror and sadness mixed into a wave.

that was the first time you had felt true pain, unbearable, heart wrenching pain. you wouldn’t have wished it on your worst enemy.

you couldn’t play this picture out for karen. even if it had been just a few years ago, you knew this was a pain you would carry silently for more to come.

karen looked at you expectantly and you moved on,

“after pietro, i rebounded hard, and fast.” you told karen just as the elevator to your apartment had come up. you stepped in, “luckily, i found someone who didn’t mind being used. until he did.”

bucky was still breathing heavily, he was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands as you sat in the corner of the bedroom, and thought back on his confession.

“y/n. please say something.” you shook your head, “come on, buck. what did you want me to say? you- you knew what this was from the start, i just don’t understand why i have to be the bad guy now.” you confessed.

bucky shook his head, “you don’t have to be-“

“so should i say i love you? is that what you want?” you looked at him, “i don’t! bucky, i don’t. i told you from the beginning that i can’t love you, i won’t let myself!”

“he’s dead, y/n! i doubt he’d care if you said you loved me! he never loved you to begin with anyway!” bucky yelled, rage lacing his words.

your face scrunched with tears as you got up, grabbing your clothes off the floor.

“we’re done. take your love somewhere to someone who wants it.” you seethed, and stormed out.

you hadn’t really given thought to the feelings of anyone else while you were in that aftermath stage. even now, years later, bucky still refused to talk to you, could hardly even be in the same room with you. it had actually been one of the main reasons why you had left new york. but there were still other instances after that added to it.

you withheld some details to karen but tried your best to explain the breakup in simpler terms. she gave her apologies as you began to unlock your front door. as you walked in, you switched the light on and saw something strange.

your liquor cabinet had been raided, and a certain bottle had been taken. you smiled slightly until you remembered about karen, who stepped into the apartment and looked around, “what happened?” she questioned and you heard the rustling of something in your bedroom.

karen looked at you and she began to walk off towards the noise but you held her back with your arm. she looked more confused but you settled her, “sit, i’ll get this.” your confidence made her balk, and she nodded, moving to sit on the couch.

you continued on, tearing your coat off and throwing it on the couch as you walked by, stalking towards your bedroom.

the door was left ajar, a pair of boots hung slightly off the bed, and a bag of chips was crumpled next to him, as a bottle of jack was sitting on your nightstand.

frank looked very comfortable, your television remote in his hand as he channel surfed.

you sighed relief, “next time you want to raid my pantry and liquor cabinet, you could knock instead of tearing my lock off the door.” you looked at frank and he laughed, kicking a chip into his mouth.

as you moved to continue the conversation, you saw the door swing open, and in the room stepped karen.

“frank? y/n? was it this- he’s supposed to be-“ karen was beginning to ramble until you stood up.

“karen. calm down. frank and i go way back. i was-“ you looked briefly at frank, “i moved to hell’s kitchen to help him out. don’t get ahead of yourself with anything you might regret saying.” karen faltered as you finished speaking.

sure you had revealed a lot of your past with karen, but karen still didn’t know who you used to be, and what you were still very much capable of.

karen shook her head, “unbelievable.” she walked towards the couch and grabbed her things, leaving before you even said anything.

you looked at frank who stifled a laugh, you nudged him, rolling your eyes.

“scoot over.” you grabbed the bag of chips and put it on your stomach as you watched the television.

“why were you two hanging out anyway? isn’t she red’s girl?” he looked at you and you smirked.

“was. and so what? im not allowed to hang out with the enemy, but i can work for him?” you munched on a chip, and frank shrugged, “not when youre my girl.”

you smiled, kissing franks cheek.

“well at least you didn’t catch any of the ex boyfriend conversation.” you shrugged, “dug up everything and i didn’t even get to finish.”

frank looked at you, “finish it then.”

you looked at him and sighed, “are you sure?”

he nodded, “you know everytbing about me, sweetheart. seems only fair.” he smiled slightly and you nodded.

“last one was peter. and not the teenager peter parker that i used to pick up after school.” you laughed, remembering the times you had before you left for hell’s kitchen.

“this was the other universe peter parker.” frank hummed and you sighed. this wound was still fresh and bleeding heavily, and you weren’t sure what to do with it.

you felt the air being sucked out of your lungs as you fell nearly 100 feet. you tried to think of anything else besides your impending death. no one was going to be able to save you, no one would even see you fall.

suddenly, you were in his arms. his warm, strong, arms. you hadn’t seen him before, he was different than your peter parker. this was an older, more mature peter, and as he looked down at you, breathing heavy and his eyes watery, you felt a weight at your feet as he set you down.

“y/n?” he looked at you, and you nodded, moving to hug him. you weren’t into hugging strangers, but considering that this stranger had saved your life, he needed a good hug.

“im so sorry.” he cried into your shoulder. your confusion would be best saved till later, as you patted his back and watched him look at you longingly as he swung away to continue in the action.

“there was this girl. she was the most beautiful girl i had seen at school, and she had the most dazzling smile.” peter came up from behind you, and you turned to see him looking at you with those eyes. “i fell in love with her instantly. i couldn’t breathe if i wasn’t with her, i felt restless, i needed her like water to a fish.” he laughed, “the day she died, i felt like i was dying. the piece of me that she carried with her had died that day, and i-“ he choked up, and you shushed him gently, and peter sniffled, “i’m happy to know that she has other chances to live her life.” he looked at you again, “you aren’t her, not exactly, but i love you both the same.”

you sniffled, and pulled peter in for a kiss. hugging strangers to kissing them was not new to you in fact. but peter needed the kiss more than you, and as you tried to find the words for a goodbye, peter hugged you, and knew he’d see you again.

you hadn’t said goodbye to anyone else that day. you had moved out of new york immediately, packed up your things and set up a letter of resignation to tony. you had felt hundreds of emotions but more, it was the fact that you were dead in another universe, and you had so many unanswered questions that led you to look for the answers.

frank sighed, “that’s rough. im sorry sweetheart.” he kissed your forehead and you shrugged, “shit happens.”

“shit happens.” he repeated.