#Bruce's own visions of self are either like

[sisaloofafump]

Bruce you don't even want to KNOW the types of visions Clark could be having about you.

[sam24]

Minivans And Pawnshops

Summary: You were out on a mission for a week, and when Tony, your self-appointed overprotective bodyguard, notices your Greek god of a boyfriend acting weird, he makes it his personal duty to figure out why. By asking Steve what was going on? Hell no. By slipping a Stark Tracker on him and shoving 11 people into an 8-seater Honda Odyssey to follow him.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

*****

“Take a left.” Friday’s monotone voice rang out.

“Take a left here, Happy,” Tony instructed, looking up from the Stark Map on his phone.

Happy rolled his eyes, mumbling something along the lines of I know, the robot already told me.

“This isn’t necessary, Tony,” You repeated for about the hundredth time. “Steve is not cheating on me.”

“My evidence says otherwise,” Tony urged Happy to drive faster, earning a grumble from the latter. “He’s acting very suspicious, always going out and coming back late every time.”

“Actually, I can vouch for Tony on that one,” Clint adds from his squished place in the last row of the mini-van, practically sitting in an annoyed Natasha’s lap. “He’s been acting pretty weird.”

“Doesn’t automatically mean that he’s cheating,” You defended. “He probably has other reasons.”

“Fine. Cheating or fight club. Which would you prefer?” Tony cocked his head at you, and you shoved it back.

“If he is bedding another woman, I will make sure he cannot bed any woman ever again!” Thor declared loudly into your ear, Wanda also wincing on the other side of him.

“You mean cut his dick off?” Sam piped in from the back, who was purposefully shoving into Bucky with every turn the car made.

“Um, indeed. I think so,” Thor shrugged. “I am not sure what I meant either.”

“Uh Mister Stark?” Peter turns around from the passenger seat that he was sharing with a very uncomfortable Bruce. “Did you really have to bring all of us? I have a lot of math homework to finish.”

Tony waved him off. “I have like 30 assistants back at the tower, kid. Someone will do it for you. Plus, all of us have to catch Rogers in the act and publicly shame him.”

You turned back to Tony, remembering what you both were initially arguing about after the ringing in your ear settled down. “You didn’t have to sneak a damn tracking device on him! You could have just asked what he was doing like a normal person.”

“Fuck being normal. At least be grateful that I waited for you until you came back from your mission to catch him red handed.” Tony smirked. “Or should I say cum handed.”

Everyone gagged.

“Actually, I don’t think that’s how it works,” Vision frowned, basically underneath Wanda. “The semen technically would not be in the Captain’s hand, unless-”

“Vis, honey.” Wanda just shook her head.

“Plus, I already asked Cyborg over here.” Tony pointed to the back at Bucky, who was still glaring at Sam. “He went uhh, I don’t know and ran away,” Tony said in his best dumb jock voice.

“Nothing is going on, Tony.” Bucky narrowed his eyes. “Just turn the car around.”

“I agree with Barnes.” Natasha kicked Tony’s seat from the third row. “Turn around, Happy.”

Bucky looked past Sam and Clint, who were hitting each other’s knees with their own. “Steve told you too?” He asked in Russian with a raised eyebrow.

Natasha shook her head with a smirk. “No. I’m just smart like that.”

“Too late, buddy,” Tony ignored their secret conversation, flashing a fake smile over his shoulder. “Like the great John B once said, ‘We didn’t come this far to get this far’.”

Peter whipped around once again, his eyes lighting up at the quote. “Mister Stark, I’m really glad that you’re watching my TV show recommendations, but I’m pretty sure someone else said it before he did-”

“Happy, take another left here.” Tony called out, mimicking the AI who just said it seconds before.

You rolled your eyes, the red dot in the center of Brooklyn on the phone screen catching your attention. You had no reason to doubt Steve’s loyalty toward your relationship. He loved you and you loved him and you knew that he would never do anything to hurt you. But, you were curious as to why Steve was apparently acting weird while you were gone, and what the hell he was doing in Brooklyn.

“Trust me, Tone. He’s not cheating. I’ll just ask him when he comes back, it’s probably just some stuff he has to take care of.”

“C’mon guys,” Bucky pressed. “Let’s turn around. I need to pee or something.”

“Hm, sounds like you're in denial.” Tony said to you, ignoring Bucky once again. “Don’t worry, the next step will be coming soon. Anger,” Tony announced with a grin like it was some kind of flashy news headline.

“Tony, why the hell does it sound like you want my boyfriend to be cheating on me.”

“Aw come on, it’s not like that,” Tony gestured at Happy to take a right. “I’m just looking out for you.”

You rolled your eyes once again, rubbing your wrist, remembering the death grip Tony had on you earlier as he dragged you into the light blue Honda Odyssey packed tight of Avengers in the back of his garage. He was saving it for his future family, he had claimed when you asked why Tony Stark of all people owned a minivan.

“Stop!” Tony yelled, and Happy quickly stepped on the brake, sending everyone flying forward. You heard Bruce and Peter groaning in the front. “This is it. The big reveal,” he announced.

You immediately scooted ever closer to Tony as he pressed his forehead to the window.

“He’s having an affair with . . .” Tony paused with a frown, his sunglasses sliding down the slope of his nose. “The owner of Vintage Pawn Shop?”

Pawn shop? Didn't Steve say something about a pawn shop a while back?

Identical confused eyebrow furrows made their way onto everyone’s faces, except Bucky’s and Natasha’s, as you spotted your unmistakable 6 foot 2 super soldier through the glass littered with fingerprints.

He was describing something to the old lady working in the store, looking hopeful and tired, like he had been searching for it for days. She nodded and raised her finger in a one minute, honey type of way and started rummaging through some things behind the counter. She pulled out a small box from somewhere, opening it and gently placing it in front of Steve.

You squinted your eyes, accidentally shoving Tony’s head into the window of the car as you craned your neck closer, trying to read the woman’s lips.

She said something along the lines of This might be what you’re looking for, sweetie, and Steve’s eyes lit up, a clear wave of nostalgia crashing over him. With gentle calloused fingers, he lifted a ring out of the box, admiring it with a soft smile.

“Friday,” Tony called out, face still squished between you and the car window. “Connect to the store’s CCTV.”

Before you could ask since when the hell Friday could do that, the Stark Map with a You have arrived at your destination adorned on its screen quickly was replaced with the live footage from the store’s cameras.

“Did this belong to someone that you knew, honey?” The old woman’s kind voice grainily made its way through the speaker of Tony’s phone as she noticed Steve’s eyes glistening with tears.

Everyone tried to move closer to the phone for Steve’s reply in the overcrowded car. “Ow!” You heard Clint yell, probably at Sam. “That was my foot, dumbass!” He was immediately shushed.

“Yeah.” Steve nodded, still smiling at the ring. “My ma’s.”

Multiple gasps were heard throughout the car, Happy’s being the loudest.

A weeks old, sleepy memory that was buried deep into your brain immediately flooded back.

You and Steve were wrapped around each other, your ear pressed to his heart, slowly lulling you to sleep with a familiar beat.

“Y’know, you remind me of my ma.” Steve randomly declared against your hair, and you peered up at him to meet the soft currents in his eyes. “Beautiful. Kind. Doesn’t take shit from anyone.”

He pressed a kiss to your lips as you smiled, cupping your face to pull back and look at you. He stared lovingly at you for a while, settling into a comfortable silence.

“Everything okay?” You turned your head to kiss his palm. The last time he had looked at you for this long without talking, it was right before he burst into tears after you had almost died on a mission.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Just thinking.” He pulled you back into his chest, placing another kiss on your forehead. “She would’ve loved you.”

After a little bit of silence, he spoke again. “Her ring was beautiful.”

“Oh?” You hummed.

“Yeah.” He nuzzled his nose into your cheek, a slight Brooklyn accent slipping through as he talked slowly, his words laced with sleep. “Don’t know where it is, but I wanna find it for you. I’ll look through every pawn shop in the state. And when I find it I’ll propose when the time’s right under the stars and you’ll say yes because you’re just like my ma, and Ma loved me more than anything in the world.”

If Steve had brought up the topic of marrying you during the day when you were wide-awake, you probably would have had a stroke of happiness.

But right now, it was night.

It was night and you were half-asleep, wrapped up in Steve’s warm arms, feeling more at peace there than you ever had anywhere else.

Nothing but peace.

So you just drowsily grinned into his bare chest, your hand snaking up to rest on his cheek. “She loved you more than anything in the world, huh?” You repeated. “Well then I guess your Ma and I are pretty similar.”

You looked up from the screen and back at the window, staring at the ring in Steve’s hand with wide eyes. The sunlight bounced off of it and the jewel sparkled in the light with an elegant touch. Steve was right- it was absolutely gorgeous.

A smile crept onto your face, matching the one on Steve’s.

“Why the hell are you smiling?” Tony’s voice interrupted your daze. “He’s gonna propose to the side chick!”

[celaenaeiln]

who do you think would be the batfamilys godly parents in a pjo au?

Interesting question!

Previous post about how Dick and Percy and Tim and Nico are identical.

Also disclaimer: All these characters can come from different gods which is why I struggled with this because I have a hard time simplifying them into one trait but I tried my best to do them all right.

Bruce: I think it'd be really interesting and fitting if Bruce's godly parent was Hades. Bruce's obsession with not killing could lend itself to him experiencing the afterlife and resolving to himself to never send anyone there. He has an obsession with anti-killing and Bruce is also a billionaire so it would tie in with Hades being the god of riches.

Dick: He's the son of Apollo. Mainly for the reason that he's seen as the light to Bruce's darkness and how he made everyone happy and laugh and stuff. Apollo, the god of light, music, and archery matches with Dick's background as a performer and his exceptional physical abilities and combat skills. He also likes helping people. Apollo is the god of healing which means he can accelerate healing, provide comfort, and alleviate pain. Apollo was also known for his beauty and charisma. A demigod of Apollo would have a natural charm, an engaging presence, and the ability to inspire and captivate others which certainly applies to Dick. Furthermore Dick became an actual prophet in the Death Metal arc, having visions of the future. So many attributes that belong to Apollo are also written for Dick. I was already working on this ask when I got the second one but here's a brilliantly written essay ask by anon about why Dick could also be a son of Ares.

Jason: Jason's pretty much the son of Ares. He struggles with pain and he has a canonical violent nature to his robin ("mean streak" as Alfred called it). As Red Hood he has a lot of anger and restlessness and love. Him being the son of Aries also ties into how Jason feels sad about his own anger sometimes. This would be something fun to explore with him analyzing his own bloodlust like in canon and coming to terms with it. It also makes sense because as Red Hood he acts a lot like Clarisse but smarter. Because Ares is the god of war, Jason would have a high pain tolerance and resilience which enables him power through battles and this could be tied to his post-lazarus pit experience. Ares' children possess exceptional combat skills, strength, and a fierce determination which aligns with Jason.

Tim: Athena. As a demigod of Athena he would possess exceptional intelligence, critical thinking skills, and a natural thirst for knowledge. Furthermore he and Dick have a good tactical sense on the battlefield which aligns with Athena's Goddess of Wisdom and Strategy.

Stephanie: Hermes! She's fun, outgoing, and social but Stephanie also struggles with insecurities of not living up to expectations. For as bright and sunny as she is, she also gets super anxious about her abilities and meeting Bruce's. I feel like this is very much how sons and daughters of Hermes felt. They were a super happy bunch but at the same time they felt a collective feelings of being abandoned by their parent. Of not being enough for them. This feeling marks the majority of Stephanie's robin career. Her reappearance as Spoiler aligns with the Hermes demigods of being accepted for who they are and becoming happy. Furthermore Hermes, the god of travel, communication, and athleticism, would align with Stephanie's resourcefulness and agility as Spoiler. Hermes' children possess swiftness, agility, and a talent for communication like she does.

Cass: Artemis. Goddess of the Hunt. Children of Artemis would heightened senses, such as enhanced vision or hearing, and are skilled in survival techniques which fits in perfectly with her meta-like body reading perception skills. Artemis' children often value their autonomy and prefer solitude and while Cass may not prefer it, she's not opposed to it either. Artemis is self-sufficient and can adapt to any situations by relying on her own skills and resourcefulness which Cass excels at.

Damian: I don't know how it would work but Damian's godly parent would also be Hades. Maybe Hades is his grandparent but his powers are strengthened by his connection to the Lazarus pit given the revival thing and how Hades is the god of Death. Hades is associated with darkness and shadows so ofcourse Bruce and Damian also have the power to manipulate shadows, using them for concealment, transportation, or even offensive purposes.

Duke: Duuuuuke. Duke was so hard to define and I debated over him for a while before coming to the conclusion that his godly parent is probably Hephaestus. Given Duke's resourcefulness, technological skill, and his ability to manipulate light as the Signal, Hephaestus, the god of blacksmiths, craftsmen, and technology, would align with Duke's technological prowess and inventive nature.

Again all of them are multitalented and can come from a number of different parents so I did my best to take into account their history and abilities and motives and tried to write them individually. This turned into less PJO gods and more actual Greek God characterization whoops

[fatheriimaginedyoutaller]

Untitled Batman and Robin (2023) rewrite

Soon to be avalaible on my Ao3

Summary: Bruce and Damian are getting used to their new house in downtown Gotham.

The yell of bloody murder coming from his son’s room echoed through the walls of the home. Surely the man of the house would be getting some noise complaints by the witchy landlady next morning. But that did not matter right now.

Bruce Wayne jolted on bed and sat up straight. His first instinct was to grab the bat-a-rang under his pillow and yell Damian’s name. But he stopped a millisecond before that. Breath caught in his throat. Because if Damian was in physical danger, he wouldn’t be screaming.

The single father sighed, and immediately felt bad upon doing it. How could you even entertain the idea of going back to bed? He self-deprecated. Damian is suffering. He is in pain. And it’s because of you. His body and mind were begging him to curl back into bed. His back in particular was shooting pain down his spine like a tazer. But he could not come back to bed for the life of his life. Not when his son kept screaming for Alfred to come back.

So Bruce took a deep breath as the screams on the room next to him subsided and turned into inaudible sobs (for the untrained ear at least), grabbed and swallowed the painkillers on his nightstand, reached for the cane next to his bed and got up into action.

Even though it would qualify as an emergency, and therefore lack of pleasantries could be excused, the father knocked on Damian’s bedroom door with the hook of his cane. He waited three seconds for each knock, as to give his son time to put on a mask of indifference. Both for his sake and Damian’s. Bruce hated seeing him like that and the boy was not eager to be perceived either.

To Bruce’s surprise, Damian stayed put. So he had to open the door on his own.

The Former Batman was met with the vision of his son sitting on bed with his legs pressed to his chest by his arms, covering the logo of Bruce’s old Pink Floyd t-shirt. The man could see his boy’s toes wiggling in anxiety from under the sleeves of his oversized black pants.

But what caught Bruce’s attention the most, was the fact that Damian seemed to be whispering to himself.

“A fireplace to the left, an old red rug all over the floor— The boy kept his stare fixed into a point into the void of the beige wallpaper of his small room.

“Damian?” Bruce raised an eyebrow, knuckles tightly wrapped around his cane in concern. “What are you doing?”

The boy kept repeating seemingly random words while taking slow steady breaths. Inhale, 5 seconds of holding and then exhale. He repeated this for about 30 seconds as Bruce stood still trying to process what Damian was trying to do.

“A small bed with a cubical pillow, my violin standing in the left corner…”

Bruce was about to reach out and take his hand to shake him out of the trance he was seemingly in… when he connected the dots.

It was a grounding technique.

He was recounting the old items in his bedroom back at Wayne Manor. As a way to calm himself. Bruce had read about that technique; but it never occurred to him that Damian could be using them for his night terrors. That was… quite clever of the boy to think of.

The Former Batman blinked and took a seat at the foot of Damian’s bed.

“What else is there?” Bruce asked, encouraging him to go on with his description of his room back at the manor.

Damian kept inhaling and exhaling. “Two swords hanging on the north wall, forming an X above grandmother’s old wardrobe…”

Bruce gritted his teeth at the mention of his mother but put his feelings aside for a moment due to the circumstances. He kept asking Damian for details about his own old room. How it smelled, the color of the walls and even how the fire from the hearth looked after it died down during cold winter nights.

After a few minutes of back and forth, Damian’s toes stopped wiggling, his breathing stabilized and his pupils returned to their normal size.

As the boy came back from the confines of his own mind, Bruce could not help but stare at him; Damian's eyes were of a light honey, brownish color and his hair was jet black and curly. But that was where the physical similarities with his father ended. The rest of his appearance snitched on him as a raw, bonafide Al-Ghul; those monolid shaped eyes, the brown skin with warm undertones and the slender build made it so that fact was irrefutable. Even more so now that he had let his hair grow until it reached his shoulders. Just like his mother…

The boy did not usually look people in the eye, and this was no exception. He usually focused on some type of quirk of a person’s face and went from there, as to simulate neurotypicality. For his father, that quirk was a small brown mole in his nose.

“I’m fine…” Damian pronounced with a believable conviction, voice cracking notwithstanding— he was fourteen after all.— and immediately started stimming nervously with Talia’s golden necklace; by passing his fingers around the chain. The one Bruce told him to take off for sleeping due to being a possible choking hazard.

Bruce sighed loudly with his arms extended in front of him, both hands gripping into his walking cane. A bit of pain shot up his spine, but it was manageable. He wanted to say something comforting.

“They’ll end up kicking us out if this keeps happening…” He blurted out without thinking. Damian did not seem phased, but Bruce was mentally kicking himself.

He was still figuring out how to be an actual father.

Damian let out a big sigh. “It’s the walls…”

Bruce blinked in confusion. “The… walls?”

“They’re all colored in this weird… beige color. They make me feel trapped, ” Damian explained. Shuddering a bit. “It drives me insane…”

Bruce nodded slowly in understanding. The boy did seem to be overly sensitive to muted colors.

“I see, “ He said. “Would it help if we did a re-paint job?”

“Depends, is it on…. The Budget?” Damian pondered.

Bruce grimaced a bit before sighing. Money had been significantly tighter ever since Vandal Savage bought out Wayne Manor and the Joker hacked into his bank account. Plus, Damian’s antipsychotic medications, Bruce’s painkillers, and the food they both needed to keep themselves in peak condition were not that cheap. Not to mention that he kept donating most of Wayne Enterprises money to fighting inequality (mostly educational) in Gotham City. Something the stubborn head of the Wayne household would not budge on. No matter how detrimental to his own self interest.

Hence, the invention of The Budget.

“We can manage…” Bruce finally said after a while. Damian stared at him. Unimpressed. He sighed again.

Damian looked away. He bit his lip. It was not often that he metaphorically bit his tongue. He had no problem with saying what was on his mind. At any given point. And yet he struggled to get his thoughts out until the fateful question practically exploded out of his mouth.

“Wouldn’t it be easier for me to go live with the Teen Titans?”

Bruce’s heart skipped a beat upon hearing that, even though it was the most logical question… Why couldn't Bruce live on his own until things went back to normal?

The man shifted at the foot of the bed. A bit of a pain shooting up his back. He could not answer that question without sounding so… vulnerable. Which he was still workshopping to be in front of his youngest.

How do you explain to your son that you merely want his company?

Luckily for him. Damian caught his drift and decided to drop the subject.

“In any case,” he coughed into his fist casually. “I will get used to the walls sooner or later…”

“Yeah,” Bruce sighed again as he used his cane to get up. “Try to get some sleep. We'll talk some more in the morning.”

Damian nodded in silence. and places his weighted blanket on top of him. He positioned himself perfectly still with his back against the mattress, as he closed his eyes.

Bruce took a moment to look at him from his spot under the doorframe. How can someone be growing up so fast yet still look so young?

Since Damian was yet to be enrolled in a schooling program. The boy slept until past 11am. Bruce did not seem to mind as he took advantage of the solitude to walk around the house as recommended by his physician. Hand always gripping out to his cane for support.

The man eventually reached his father's old couch in the living room. He plopped down into it and left out a huge amount of air out of his mouth. He looked around the room. His son was right, the beige wallpaper was sort of suffocating.

Bruce had not really allowed himself to grieve his old home properly. Even though he had managed to rescue a lot of trinkets from it; His mother's spinet piano, his father's old stethoscope and a bunch of important legal documents and sentimental photos.

However, not all of them could be exposed around the house. They were playing a part.

Oracle had forged them both new identities in the wake of the loss of their home. As they could not risk being caught. People could start asking questions when Batman stopped being seen at the same time Bruce Wayne “eloped with his francé to the Caribbean.”

No, it was better this way.

Bruce felt the light as air steps of his son coming down the halls. He quickly put on his best neutral expression and turned around to face him.

“Morning… Rashid.” Bruce still struggled with his pronunciation.

“Morning baba.” Damian said flawlessly, as if he had been practicing the charade in front of the mirror.

Bruce allowed his facial features to relax upon seeing his son ready to start off the day. He was wearing a plain gray t-shirt, a black sports jacket with two yellow stripes down his arms, ripped jeans and his signature mid calf green boots.

Bruce stood up slowly and followed his son on the way to the kitchen. He had not made him breakfast as Damian had very particular needs in that department. Plus, he liked appearing self-sufficient.

The man watched how his son made his own tea and prepared his wontons and went over to the fridge to pick up the last latke. Not even Bruce could help but smile at seeing his son eating the food. He was not even mad it was the last one.

As Damian prepared the meal. Bruce leaned a bit closer on the counter, entertaining himself by watching his son and listening to the faint sound of music that came out of his headphones.

Some folks are born made to wave the flag

Hoo, they're red, white and blue

And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"

Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no senator's son, son

It ain't me, it ain't me

I ain't no fortunate one, no

“I see you've been spending time with Jon again…” Bruce commented with a chuckle.

Not that Damian could not find classic songs on his own. Ra's Al Ghul was at goddamn Woodstock after all. But one couldn't help but wonder how much being the pseudo-younger brother of Jonathan Samuel Kent, the son of Superman and a known anti war activist, could influence the boy's taste in media.

Damian took off his headphones and looked at Bruce. “Huh?”

Bruce chuckled again. “Nothing.”

The man smiled and was about to say something else when a terrible thumping pain shoot through spine. He grimaced and gritted his teeth as his hands quickly went over to his lower back.

Damian quickly and swiftly went over to his side and offered his father the seat next to him.

“Breath.” He instructed.“I'll go get your vicodin.”

“No!” Bruce said slightly louder than he intended. He reached out to his son's shoulder and gripped it. Causing Damian to look at him curiously. “Just… just…” He struggled to get his thoughts out.

“Just don't go.” Damian's eyes widened in surprise.

Bruce insisted as he gripped in harder. “It's a spasm… it'll pass…”

It was true. But Bruce knew how much Damian hated seeing him in physical pain. And how skeptical he was of Bruce's words when it came to his medical status. After all, only one of them had finished college medicine courses, and it wasn't him.

However, Damian stayed put. He slowly reached out for Bruce’s hand on his shoulder and started to massage it gently as he took a seat next to his father.

“Breath…” He repeated as he kept drawing perfect circles on the vacuum of his hand with his thumb.

Bruce inhaled and exhaled Slowly as the pain subsided. Suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so emotionally vulnerable a few moments ago. He stole one glance at Damian, as if to confirm he was not uncomfortable with his sudden display of human emotion.

They both stayed like that for a while until Bruce’s pain completely passed. Only leaving an aura of discomfort in his mid-back. The man sighed in relief, and Damian took that as a sign to let go of his hand.

An awkward pause made itself present before Damian spoke.

“How's the pain? Scale from one to ten…” He asked in a clinical manner.

Bruce smirked. “About a two point five, ” He said. “Nothing your old man cannot handle.”

Damian rolled his eyes at hilow Bruce called himself. He remembered to play the part, even when they were alone at their new house.

“I'm glad, baba.” Damian answered sincerely.

The Former Batman nodded.

Damian stood up from his seat. “My tutor should be here at any minute now…”

“Right, right.” Bruce said as he slowly stood up with the help of his cane. “And I have a few things to do at the office…”

He was technically allowed to work from home due to his newly developed “Ski injury” but he wanted to give Damian a space to be where he could express himself in private.

His son nodded. “I've prepared you a sack lunch bag…” He said. “It's in the fridge…” and with that he left to prepare for his arts and music lesson with Carrie Kelly.

Bruce looked at him curiously. But went over to the fridge anyway. There he saw the sack lunchbox, it was of considerable size. He took it and took a peek at it.

There was one banana, a carefully constructed salad with lettuce, red onions, chickpeas and blue cheese. A juice box and… the actual last latke.

Bruce allowed himself to chuckle softly.

[mellowpiepizzalamp]

Home at last

Summary: Bucky comes home from wakanda

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, my rubbish writing (it’s a warning), more fluff

Word count: ~1500 words

“y/n wake up, go to bed.” She opened her eyes and looked into a pair of striking blue ones, just not the ones she missed. 

“I can’t sleep Steve,” she murmured groggily. 

“Well, you seemed pretty much asleep on the couch a moment ago.” She wiggled around on the couch, trying to find a good position to drift off again to. 

“y/n talk to me, please?” he asked. 

“No.” she sighed. 

“Then listen,” he said and sat next to her curled up form. 

“Like I have a choice.” 

“Yes you do, you can walk away, but I’ll follow you everywhere except if you go to bed,” he said.

“I know you’re having a rough time right now, but the team and I are worried about you. You go to your room every night and say you’ll go to sleep, but you don’t. We installed bed checks for a reason, but as soon as we did it I find you on the couch thirty minutes later. You’re like a 25 year old teenager.” He gave her a stern, but worried look.

“Well at least I was a teenager five years ago and not 90 years ago,” she said with a nasty glare.

“I will accept that one from you because you just woke up and are not doing well, but that hurt. You know he asked us to do our best to keep you happy and healthy, and we’re trying, but you make it hard for us,” he said and offered a nicer look. 

“Well if I’m such a bitch why don’t you go and leave too?” she snapped. 

“y/n calm down, you know he didn’t leave because of you,” Steve said and was cautious to put his hand on her knee. 

“I know, I’m sorry. Shouldn’t’ve said that, but you are old,” she said with a light grin. 

“Physically, basically I’m still 27.” 

“Wouldn’t be so sure about that Steve, is that a grey hair I see there?” she laughed. 

“Good to have you back grump,” he smiled. They sat in silence together, but it made room for her self destructive thoughts again and tears started to well in her eyes. 

“C’mere, it’s going to be okay,” he soothed and gently let her come in for a hug. 

“I just wish he’d come back, soon,” she sniffed. The two eventually fell a sleep like that and when Steve’s natural clock woke him up, he walked you to your room and put you to bed before going for the rest of his routine.

***

Three weeks after that, the two year mark hit of Bucky’s ‘trip’ to Wakanda and it totally threw y/n off again. Since then, Tony had come up with a plan to fix her sleep schedule with melatonin, first building it up and falling into a rhythm, then gradually taking less and less while keeping the rhythm. It worked. 

But now y/n had just woken up and wasn’t even dressed. She’d just opened her eyes before stepping onto the cold floor while looking for her fuzzy socks. She fixed the twisted flannel bottoms and old shirt she wore and shoved her glasses onto her nose before walking downstairs with her hair still a literal mess. 

The team was used to it by now and she didn’t really give a shit anymore. She got greeted with good mornings from the team, but she only replied when she had her first sip of coffee. Nat had prepared it for her as usual, it was a simple thing she did for y/n as she really felt for her. Plus she was nothing without her coffee in the morning and Nat knew that as they grew really close over time. 

y/n wasn’t part of the team, at least, she didn’t go on missions. She was actually a teacher but lived at the compound because of Bucky and it was actually closer to her school. She heavily overslept but it was a Friday and that was her day off. Out of the whole team she was closest to Steve, Sam and Nat, and Bucky of course but again, he wasn’t here. 

Wanda and Vision recently moved out and lived in their own home nearby. Pepper and Tony didn’t live here either, but were still over most of the time due to obvious reasons. But today it was just Nat, Steve, Sam, Clint, Bruce, Rhodes and surprisingly Peter. 

The tension was high in the room as everyone was looking at her with a grin that hid something but didn’t gave away anything. 

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Nat said and elbowed Sam who was starting to snort. y/n just rolled her eyes and started to prepare her breakfast. She made her famous eggs, famous for them being delicious and everyone’s favourite. 

She put them on toast with raw salmon, chives, and some other special, and secret, herbs. She plated the four toasts, knowing she wouldn’t eat them all herself, and walked over to the table with her book she was reading. 

Nat sat next to her and without looking up she handed half of a toast to her, knowing she was ogling her eggs. 

“You’re a goddess,” she said and kissed her cheek before biting down on the eggs. 

“Hey y/n, have I told you how lovely you look this fine morning,” Clint tried and got a glare from her. She looked over her glasses with her morning eyes and handed the other half of Nat’s part. 

“Thanks beautiful,” he winked. Nat grinned at his actions and shook her head before continuing on her eggs. She eventually was left with one toast left, as she gave a whole one to Steve and his “I need more food than a normal person” excuse. 

After breakfast she graded some papers before she was dragged away from her desk by Sam and Nat and blindfolded. “Guys can I take this damn thing off? I can barely walk properly when I can see.” 

Nat held her arm to guide her to outside where they waited as one of Tony’s new jets landed almost silently and Nat took off the blindfold. About thirty meters away the jet landed with the opening facing the compound. 

The plank lowered and revealed Bucky with the rest of the team. He looked so good, his hair was up in a bun and he wore a dark wash jeans, a tight t-shirt with a leather jacket. Overall he looked healthy and happy as he saw his team. y/n covered her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. Bucky started to walk down towards them and y/n got a little push from the whole team behind her, softly saying “go” before she started walking. ‘

She walked before she started running as Bucky opened his arms and she jumped into them, clinging on like a koala. His strong arms wrapped around her tightly, his knees got week from being with her again and he knelt to the ground. They cried of happiness and held on like they’d loose each other if they’d let go. 

“I missed you,” they said along with other loving praises. The rest of the team joined the team one by one as they made the big group hug. 

“Welcome home buck,” Steve said with with a smile on his face as he walked inside with his best friend finally under his arm after two years. 

“It’s good to be home,” Bucky smiled and walked over to his beloved spot on the giant sofa he claimed long before he went away. 

“Someone sat in my spot,” he feigned anger but couldn’t keep a smile off his face. y/n’s cheeks reddened as a feeling of embarrassment arose in her lower stomach while she took a step to stand behind Steve. 

Bucky smiled at her from the sofa as Nat, Clint, Rhodes and Sam sat down on the sofa. Bruce patter her head with his giant hand before sitting down in his personal chair. It was bigger, stronger and Bruce’s. Bucky stood up to comfort her with a kiss, but Steve spread his arms with a playful grin on his face. 

Bucky recognised it immediately as it was the one they shared in the 20’s and 30’s before playfighting. Bucky grinned back and did a few swerves before Steve ‘attacked’. They ended on the ground, trying to pin one another down. The others watched with amusement because except for a few, the two have rarely fought in front of them. It ended with Bucky pinning Steve down. 

“You're getting old Steve,” he grinned. 

“Excuse me but you're more than a year older than me,” Steve clapped back. 

“I missed this,” Steve sighed and bucky helped Steve get up. 

“What straddling Bucky?” Sam asked as he and Nat threw suggestive looks. As Steve started to argue the two, Bucky leaned down to your ear whispering “I know for a fact, you do it better,” and dragged you away from the crowd.

[a-prawn]

Prawn, what's your favourite Data episode (or moment)? My personal favourites are Phantasms, just for the shot of data answering his own phone, and Thine Own Self. x

OOKKKKKKK i started answering this last night and it took me so long bc i have brain problems re: data and i had to go to bed before i could finish it so i saved it as a draft and tumblr deleted it so ok here we go again thine own self fucking slaps, it's like top three data eps for me if not top three tng eps. his little tights. getting his face ripped apart. getting murdered in the town square <3 wow i love that for him!!! datalore/brothers/descent 1/2 OBVIOUSLY bc anytime data and lore are on screen together i'm in a frenzy. noonian being there in brothers is an added bonus. the first 10 minutes of brothers when he's taking over the enterprise is, like... erotic... that sounds insane but it's true. i love it when androids malfunction, it's hot. any episode where data is malfunctioning or being opened up or ripped apart or plugged in to something is like... (chef kiss)

measure of a man (FUCK BRUCE MADDOX).

the offspring :^( clues is an underrated data classique. picard threatening him that he'll be stripped down to his wires? ummmm-

best of both worlds when he's plugged in to locutus? "processing.... processing..." LOVE IT. obsessed with that scene.

fistful of datas. actually any time data and worf get screentime together i'm psyched. especially if worf ends up having to carry him around bc he got his shit wrecked. which reminds me that the iconia episode is great in season 2, whatever it was called. i'm too lazy to look it up. contagion?

i also love any time data and riker get screen time together bc riker is obviously in love with that android. data's day is great, i love just seeing him be a weird little guy. calling geordi lunkhead. ruining o'brien's day. "i am not nervous. i AM confused." uhhhh whatever the episode is where he starts dreaming. birthright. if we're talking about data dreaming episodes, i actually prefer this one to phantasms, even though phantasms also rules. i loooove watching him and julian create a category 5 autism event on the enterprise. also data being like i had a crazy vision, please electrocute me again so i can give it another shot. and even though i hate noonian and want to smash his head with a brick, he is beautiful and i love getting to see him.

hero worship is great. as with the offspring, it's another, "wow data would be a great dad" episode.

love quality of life just in general. it's obvious that picard cares about data like all of his crewmen but they do frequently end up at odds with eachother, so this episode along with measure of a man really stand out to me bc i love seeing picard so enthusiastically being on data's side. he can't even make small talk with data on the turbolift but by god is he ready to die so data can prove some little robots are fellow sentient beings.

the most toys </3

SPEAKING OF TURBOLIFT SMALL TALK, i know starship mine is technically a picard episode but data's parts in it are all great. love that statistically data is either the only guy who can solve a problem or is the guy directly responsible for the problem.

the episode with his mom is sweet even though in my mind it's non-canonical bc i don't believe that noonian soong is capable of um... caring about a fellow human being enough that he could convince someone to marry him (i hate noonian soong. have i mentioned that? actually i hate the entire family except the androids, they're just all terrible people).

uhh and then any episodes that feature data getting his mind hijacked and the entity who does it being like, "this body rules i'm going to beat the shit out of/choke the shit out of picard specifically". thank you... good stuff.

deja q gets 1000000 bonus points bc it is a great q episode AND a great data episode and i wish we got more of them being bfffs.

masks sucks so bad but the, "what does it feel like when one is losing his mind?" scene breaks my heart every time.

also this is not episode specific but data's fascination/love of therapy is awesome i love it i love that he wants to go to therapy every day and i'm glad that (even though picard the tv show sucks) data got his wish of daily therapy sessions with troi in season 3. good for him. GOOD FOR HIM!!!

this post is deranged sorry. this is not even a complete list i am sure i'm missing something. (i know the sherlock data episodes are like fan favorites but i don't... care for them. i'm glad he's having a good time though. sorry :^()

[urlocalgothamite]

THIS IS BREAKING MY HEART- Tim D.

trigger warning ⚠️  for self injury. I will mark the graphic section so you can skip it.

created using dialgoue promt- "This is breaking my heart"

summary: Tim Drake's suffering stops going unnoticed.

characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne (mentioned), Black Canary (mentioned)

Tim Drake has spent his whole life being told how smart he is. Lucky, right? But it isn't like he believes them. The only reason people think he's so smart is because he spends too much time in his thoughts. At least thats what he thinks, and he thinks too much. Tim never gets a second of peace and quiet in his own brain.

He has to silence it somehow, didn't he?

Physical pain distracts the human brain from emotional turmoil. Tim's smart enough to know that, but he doesn't quite believe that he's smart enough to stop.

Laying in the dark, Tim realized just how very tired he is. The sheets around him feel soft, but he's not interested in anything soft right now. Tim's much more interested in something sharp. So, that's what he'll get.

⚠️Too exhausted to even sit up- He lies in bed dragging a blade across my skin. It doesn't hurt, not really. Instead, his senses are overwhelmed with a flooding sense of relief. He feels better. He feels empty- like the pain has left, only temporarily. ⚠️

"Shit"  He thinks as he remembers his phone left on the library's coffee table. "Shit."

He rolls himself out of bed, vision blurry from the sleep deprivation.  If he lived anywhere but a house of detectives, he could leave his phone in the library; but he figures it's best to keep his notes app to himself.

The manor is quiet; everyone either out on patrol or getting some rest. So he stumbles through the dark rooms and finally makes it too the library. Unfortunately, he's not alone.

"Wow Timmy, you look like shit" Jason says, looking up from his book. Tim ignores him, and reaches for his phone on the table.

"Why is he even lounged on the couch at this hour."

Jason's eyes go wide, starring directly at Timothy. Jason's eyes quickly start shifting around, it's not like he's trying to stare. A wave of shocked horror hits him.

"Sit down." Jason says to Tim, with a terrifying calmness. Jason wasn't asking him, he was telling him.

"What?! Tim snaps, defensively. "I'm just getting my phone and heading to bed."

"Timmy, listen to me. You are going to sit right on that couch." Jason says as he stands up, pointing to the couch.

Tim follows instructions, with not much of a choice. Jason crouches down in front of Tim and rather aggressively reaches for his arm.

'Clearly he doesn't care about being gentle,' Tim thinks, flinching away.

Jason notices, and I wave of guilt crashes against him. He doesnt want to be an agressive person, he just is.

"Look, I know I shouldn't have grabbed you like that, or maybe I should have asked," Jason's voice breaks. He's ashamed of his worry. "But, Tim, I mean what the hell is this?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Tim crosses his arms and looks away with an eye roll and huff.

"You're a smart kid, Timothy; I think you do."

Tim's eyes shift away from him.

"So you're gonna go ahead and tell me what happened. Then I'm gonna make sure you're safe." Jason instructs.

"You're really gonna make me say it? I mean I think you can figure it out." Tim says, with a mix of pleading and sarcasm.

"Yea, Little Buddy, I think I can. Y'know I was in your shoes once."

So they talk for a while and Jason keeps a tight grip on Tim's hand.

Jason understood, and Tim doesn't know if that is comforting or sad.

"I'm not saying this to make you feel bad, but this is breaking my heart- to see you doing this to yourself."

All Tim could manage was a mumbled "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." He said. "Don't apologize." He said more firmly, placing a hand on Tim's shoulder.

"You can't tell B. He'd be- you just can't tell him okay?" Tim pleads.

"I'm the adult here. You're a kid. It is my job to take care of your safety. I have to tell someone."

"Jason. Please." Tim gets a crazy, defensive,pleading look in his eyes.

"I'm not gonna call Bruce. Trust me, I know how that goes. But I'm going to call someone who can handle this a lot more...gently than I can."

"No. No. No. No. No." Tim thinks.

The panic comes flooding back while he starts to shake and cry.

"Fuck" Jason thinks. He isn't prepared to handle this.

Tim didn't want to cry- and he knows the way to get relief without crying yet he's currently out of its reach.

"I'm sorry, Kiddo. But it'll be okay. I'm going to step over there and make a call. Do not run. Please, Tim. I'm not going to hurt you, I can promise you that. But I will chase you down, if I have to."

"Mhm." He just barely chokes out.

Tim can only overhear bits and pieces of the phone call.

"Hey Dick, I need you here"

"Yea, like right now."

"It's about Tim."

"No, Bruce doesn't need to know."

Jason walks back over to to the couch.

"Can I sit?" He asks.

"Go ahead." Tim sniffles.

"Dick's on his way. He'll more...delicate...about this than I am."

"I don't- you didn't have to tell on me." Tim cries.

"I know it hurts. I'm sorry."

Within 20 minutes of waiting Dick busts through the door. He walks in with the type of calm only achieved during a crisis.

"Thanks, Jason." Dick says.

"For what?" Jason raises an eyebrow.

"For calling me and for making sure he's okay." Dick nods to Tim.

"Yea well it's no problem." He says to Dick. "You're in good hands." He says turning towards me, before walking out.

"Cmon Kid, we're gonna try and fix this." Dick says reaching out his hand.

"Don't tell Bruce."

"Yea, I know he wouldn't handle this well. I got you though. Don't worry about B."

They walk for a couple minutes through the manor, taking the turns towards Dick's room.

"Can you sit down, please?" Dick asks, once we are located in his room.

He's gentler than Jason, but that was expected. He comes back from the bathroom with alcohol wipes and bandages.

"Do you mind if I fix you up?" He asks consent.

"Just don't look at it. Please. "

"Timmy, I have to. Please help me help you."

Tim just bit his lip and nodded, looking down.

"Good, you're doing great. You don't need to be embarrassed,  really."

The only thing Tim could do is just there in a state of dissociation and occasionally hear Dick trying to give me comfort.

"It'll be okay, Timmy."

"No one's mad at you."

"I've got you."

The effort was appreciated, but I honestly let it all blend together.

"All right, you're all done." Dick says, sitting by me. "Are you comfortable staying in here tonight? I don't feel that you're safe to be alone."

"Yea." Tim says. God this was so embarrassing.

"Tim look at me. We're gonna get you some help. You shouldn't- you don't need to feel ashamed."

"I don't want you to tell Bruce."

"I didn't say I would. But I'm calling Dinah first thing in the morning."

"You dont have to-"

"Shh. Please just lay down. Don't fight me on this."

So he did, and he shook for a while. But slowly, it got better. Dick was calm and gentle. There was no anger. It was safe. And so after shaking Tim finally made it asleep.

[sing-me-under]

So about that “Bruce didn’t adopt Jason” dream I had. I think it was mildly influenced by the “robins were never taken in by Batman” issue (can’t remember which issue it was, I think there were two), the pre-crisis Nocturna storyline, and also my own obsession with Stephanie as Robin.

I think it started with Bruce getting launched back in time by some sort of divine entity but it could also have been Bruce shown visions of the future by a divine entity. Wasn’t very clear. I think the logic in later events might lean towards the latter. Either way, the actual story begins before Bruce finishes filing Jason’s adoption papers.

Bruce wakes up from whatever future thing happened. He hugs Jason and rambles out apologies and tells Jason that he can’t adopt him. He doesn’t explain anything in any coherent, sensible way. All Jason understands is that Bruce, the person who is supposed to be his dad, is sending him away. Jason gets officially adopted by Natalia (Nocturna). Bruce and Jason never see each other in person, but they still exchange letters every so often just to keep in contact.

Despite the fact that the Observatory is fully sponsored by Bruce, Nocturna is still a semi-active thief to fund her luxurious lifestyle. Jason himself isn’t involved in the capes and masks business, preferring (and highly encouraged) to stay in school and work on charity projects using the Knight name. (Jason is legally Jason Knight here)

Meanwhile, Bruce is just sadly being Batman. Since Bruce didn’t keep Jason, Dick never barged back into the manor to yell about being replaced. In fact, Dick’s appearances in the manor become more and more rare until eventually he just never comes back. Bruce stops attempting to reach out since their interactions always end up in an argument, and Dick cuts off all connection to Bruce. No one except the OG Titans knows that Nightwing had any connection to Batman. Barbara is also semi-retired from Batgirl to focus on college.

For the next few years, Batman is well and truly on his own (technically, if you don’t count Agent A on comms). There are still a small handful of independent vigilantes scattered about, but Batman works alone. Thankfully, Gotham isn’t the worst. Most of it can be handled on his own or with some assistance from a local vigilante or, in worse situations, backup from an available League member. Bruce is running himself dry, but he’s not self-destructive either. He’s just sad and lonely.

One day, Cluemaster makes his debut and Spoiler appears shortly after. Bruce has been on his own for three years, and Spoiler is just intrusive enough to be endearing. Bruce is fond of Spoiler’s company, being reminded of Dick’s playfulness and Jason’s crassness, and more or less allows her to stick around. Once it becomes obvious that she’s going to continue to do vigilantism even after her father is locked away, Bruce decides to take her in and properly train her. (Stephanie doesn’t become Robin. She stays as Spoiler while following after Batman)

Cluemaster escapes Blackgate and seeks revenge on Spoiler. He knows that Spoiler is his daughter and attempts to kill her. When those efforts prove futile, he kills his ex-wife and Stephanie’s mom, Crystal. Stephanie, in civilian wear, kills Arthur is a fit of vengeful rage. Later that night, Batman finds Spoiler sitting on the roof of her apartment complex crying. Batman gets a grasp on the situation. He is kind to her and allows Stephanie to grieve as necessary. Bruce ends up fostering Stephanie... and like clockwork, Batman ends up with a new partner.

Batman and Spoiler work together extremely well. It’s a bit reminiscent to Batman and Robin except at Stephanie’s age (15), Dick was already distancing himself from Bruce.

Steph asks to go to the Observatory for a class project. In a moment of spontaneity, Bruce decides to go with her. There, Bruce is soon confronted with Jason. It’s the first time they’ve spoken face to face since Jason was adopted by Natalia. Bruce and Natalia have interacted a handful of times (outside of the cloak of night) since they’re both socialites, but Jason mostly kept to himself. Bruce was under the impression that Jason resented him. Turns out that Jason had thought it was the other way around.

“I couldn’t wrap my head around why you gave me up. You were supposed to be my dad. I had just worked up the nerve to call you my dad, but then you told me you couldn’t adopt me. All that effort fighting with the courts and mom to keep me with you, then suddenly, you gave me away anyway. For years, I looked for a reason. Blackmail, gossip, whatever. I couldn’t find a single thing. It’s not like you had a change of heart. You cried when you told me you couldn’t adopt me, so why?”

Bruce says he’ll explain one day. He just doesn’t know how to. He doesn’t even know if he can. Still, Bruce never intended for Jason to think he didn’t want him. The manor is and always has been open to Jason. Bruce promised that it would be his home no matter what all those years ago, and that hasn’t changed despite what Jason had believed. They talk more. Jason is a pretty happy teen, all things considered. He’s thinking about becoming a teacher. He invites Bruce to his high school graduation.

Bruce talks to Natalia for a bit. They’re more than old acquaintances but not quite friends. They get along well, catch up, talk about their work, their kids. This seems to be the case for most of Bruce’s ex-lovers. Bruce is glad that Jason is safer with her than with him. However, apparently, Natalia’s brother tried to kill her some years ago and Jason was almost caught in the crossfire. No one’s heard from him since. What rich person doesn’t have a skeleton or two in their closet anyway?

Barbara finds Cassandra and Bruce ends up taking Cass in. Much like with Jason, Bruce and Cass immediately click as parent/child. After a whole debacle with David Cain, Bruce starts the adoption process for Cass. Stephanie is kind of mopey through the whole thing. After a heart to heart, Bruce decides to adopt Cass and Stephanie at the same time.

Jason is very unhappy about this. He‘s even more confused by Bruce’s decision not to adopt him. Still, he loves his mom, so he can’t say it was for the worst. Jason starts spending a lot of time at the manor. Jason doesn’t actively get involved with the vigilante life style, but he’s something like the Lucius Fox to Steph and Cass’s Spoiler and Black Bat.

Tim has nothing to do with vigilantes, but he also befriends the Wayne kids through normal means. (Tim moved into the neighboring plot and Steph’s class shortly after Cass’s adoption and after his parents died overseas.) He’s very good friends with all of them and is basically a staple in their household as much as Jason is. They’re pretty sure Tim is aware of their identities, but no one is going to say anything about it. They’ve also never met Tim’s uncle and they’re almost convinced Eddie Drake doesn’t even exist but there’s no way anyone could have forged all the documents and paper trails and emails so like—

For a while, life continues. It’s Batman and Agent A and Spoiler (new name pending) and Black Bat. It’s Bruce and Alfred and Stephanie, Cassandra, and Jason and Tim is also there. Barbara has finished college by now and is considering picking back up the Batgirl mantle, but she’s also found her calling in information and computer sciences. Barbara is only sometimes in contact with Dick, and she hasn’t held a full conversation with Bruce in awhile.

At some point, Jason starts an internship with Wayne Ent under Bruce himself. It’s not official, but Jason is Bruce Wayne’s heir. Neither Stephanie nor Cass want to inherit the business, Jason has been raised in the Gotham elite scene since he was 12, Natalia inherited her adopted father’s wealth but not his business, and Jason has aspirations.

One day, the JL gets wind of a planned attack on the Wayne household. The specifics are unknown, so they determine that the best course of action is to just lock down and keep close security on Bruce Wayne and related companions. (The JL doesn’t know Batman’s identity. Batman has been a part-time member since they’re founding, and they only know that Bruce Wayne is their benefactor.) The JL partners with the Titans to watch over the Wayne household while the league members track down their enemies.

The Titans have never really hid their civilian identities, mostly because they don’t have any to begin with. (Wally inherited the mantle of the Flash and transferred from the Titans to the JL. Roy is only kind of an honorary member nowadays, having long since fallen out with hero community. Dick… doesn’t really have a civilian life. When he became Nightwing, it was like putting on a new mask over the Robin mask. As far as anyone is concerned, Robin is his secret identity.)

The Titans introduce themselves to Bruce as an undercover task force posing as a security detail while the JL deals with the rest. Despite their frankly lackluster disguises, Bruce immediately recognizes “Rob”. He’s honestly surprised that the Titans agreed to babysit the Waynes on behalf of the JL considering they’ve always been independent frontline players. This isn’t there usually MO.

Dick, Bruce, and Alfred all sort of tip toe around each other, none of them wanting to call the other out and acknowledge their pasts and their real identities. Eventually, Dick gives in first. Over the years, he’s matured and realized that Bruce may be controlling and overprotective, but it had always come from a place of love and good intentions. Once Dick got over his anger and teenage angst, he realized that he had long since drifted away from his family and didn’t know how or even if he could return. His place is with the Titans, but he missed Bruce and Alfred and his childhood home. He found himself homesick a lot, especially in recent years as he compares himself to Bruce/Batman. He’s the same age Bruce was when Bruce took him in.

Once the threat has been neutralized (in a rather fantastic spectacle involving the Titans and a mini battlefield on the Wayne Manor’s front lawn), the Titans prepare to leave. Bruce, who has settled into his role as a father, reaches out to Dick and tells him what he told Jason: the manor will always be open to him, no matter what. Once the Titans have all left, Dick stays behind for a little bit. He properly introduces himself to the new kids only to be taken back by their sheer starstruck. After all, Dick was Gotham’s boy wonder, Robin! They all grew up with Batman and Robin. He was their idol, the reason they became what they were! Sure, they knew from B that Robin grew up to become Nightwing, but they didn’t think they’d ever get to actually meet him!

And then my dream ends there.

I like to think that Dick leaves, his heart a little lighter. He’s more settled into himself in this world. He doesn’t carry the burden of eldest sibling. He’s never had to deal with Bruce’s grief or the fear of being replaced. He’s got his own problems, but none of them have forced him to keep a smile. He and Bruce used to be two birds of a feather, soulmates in every way that mattered. That hasn’t changed. Even after all these years, they still work together like a perfectly oiled machine. Nightwing moves into Bludhaven. Sometimes he crosses into Gotham. Dick visits the manor every so often. He’s more like an estranged uncle than an older brother.

I think that Stephanie is always weighed down by her father’s blood on her hands. Bruce would find her sitting on the rooftop, and he’d hold her hands and rub circles in her palms until she’s ready to go back to sleep. Stephanie often worries about never being good enough, but her dad cares and loves her unconditionally. Batman may not kill, but Bruce will help her hide the body. For that alone, Steph wants to at least do right by him. It’s strange, but they bring out the best in each other because they are kind to the worst parts of each other.

One day, Bruce will tell Jason about a prophetic dream he had years ago. If Bruce kept Jason, then Jason would die. It feels anticlimactic. All these years searching for a reason, and it was as simple as that. It’s alright in the end. Bruce isn’t his dad, but the spirit is still there. At the end of the day though, Jason will go home to his mom and kiss her on the cheek.

I like to think that Talia will drop off Damian at the manor to hide him from the LoA’s civil war. Without a clear line of succession in the form of the Robin mantle, Damian won’t feel inclined to fight anyone to assert his status. After all, Bruce’s heir is Jason Knight, a civilian not even related to him. Bruce’s first partner, Robin, has become the leader of the second generation of heroes, but Nightwing is mostly unrelated to Batman (with the exception of the few times Dick took up the cowl in recent years to cover up some identity shenanigans). Batman currently works alongside his daughters, the two Batgirls, who more often than not constantly undermine his authority. There is no heirarchy in the Bat clan. Damian is satisfied with being the biological son, but he’s also lost in how to assert himself when nothing follows traditional rules. Hell, there’s even a random civilian neighbor that sleeps in the family wing every other night.

Damian doesn’t get the chance to understand the relevant dynamics before Bruce “dies.” The bats completely fall apart in their grief. Jason throws himself into his work at Wayne ent. Stephanie steps up as The Bat, adjusting her uniform to look as terrifying as possible (cryptid style). Cass leaves to Hong Kong. Tim goes on a worldwide tour to prove Bruce isn’t dead. Damian gets handed to Dick of all people because no one else is suitable to handle him. Dick is the only actual adult with any experience handling kid supers (hero or otherwise). In the year that Bruce is lost in the time stream, Dick becomes Damian’s pseudo-parent. When Bruce returns, they co-parent. They’re closer than they have been in years.

[fleur-de-violette]

Bravery, and everything that looks like it

A3O

Summary:

Bruce had promised Dick a fun and chill weekend. Instead, they find themselves in the middle of a burning chemical facility.

When he thinks everyone should have been evacuated, Nightwing finds a scientist trying to secure some sort of container.

She’s either very brave, or she has a death wish.

Whumptober day 25: Disorientation, blurred vision, ringing ears.

Note:

Okay, so I tried and failed to make this one a little less angsty. So, warning for discussion of self-sacrificing thoughts, poisoning, explosions and fire.

Now that this is out of the way, I want to share with you that I partially wrote this while on a discord call with a friend who told me she was still working on a challenge from October. Which was funny because I’m still working on a challenge from October, too. But October 2020.

Also, the events of Infinite Crisis (namely, here, the destruction of Blüdhaven) had happened in this fic. I know I tend to ignore it sometimes (it’s convenient to have Blüdhaven still there), but here I’m acknowledging it.  

Hope you’ll enjoy the fic!  

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The flames are licking Dick’s back.

“Come to the-” he takes a breath, tasting the stale air of the inside of his gas mask- “manor this weekend, he said.”

The floor had collapsed in the corridor he intended to pass to get out of the building. Alright. He can do this. He takes a few steps back and jumps, ignoring the way his lungs protest with the effort and the limited oxygen. When he reaches the other side, the floor cracks a little, but thankfully holds up.

“Fun and chill weekend with your siblings, he said.”

“Nightwing,” comes Bruce’s voice thorough his comm, sounding more annoyed than worried. “If you have the breath to complain, you have the breath to get yourself out of this building faster.”

“This is less a building than a-” he dodges a gas bottle that comes through the wall on his right, propelled by its own pressure- “giant OSHA violation.”

He hears Jason snort. Good. “Seriously, why was this factory still allowed to function? Couldn’t your Wayne friend do something about it?”

“Nightwing.”

Second warning. Bruce doesn’t like to be kept waiting. But still, his point stands. The chemical factory and lab had gone up in flames so fast, the workers had to thank the local vigilantes for the lack of casualty. There were still some serious injuries, and the fire is far from being controlled yet. Still, their job ends here; the firefighters would have to do the rest. Now that everyone had been evacuated-

A noise from above him distracts him from his thoughts. It doesn’t sound like an explosion or the natural sound of a building burning. More like a strained breath.

Everyone had been evacuated, hadn’t they?

“Oracle, can you confirm that no one except us and the firefighters are in here?”

Bruce goes to say something, but Barbara cuts him off. “I can’t. I’m sorry, I can’t. There are no databases on entries and exits, and no functional cameras to scan everyone who entered.” Figures. Security didn’t seem to be more of an issue when the building was functioning than when it had been designed. “I think there is no one left, but… I wish I could tell you for sure.”

That’s not enough and they all know it. He would take an assumption from Oracle over a certitude from anyone else any day of the week, but when it comes to lives, an assumption is not enough.

“I think there’s still someone above me.”

“You think?” comes Batman’s question. Dick understands what isn’t said: Bruce wants to know how sure he is.

“It’s not like my thermal camera can read anything.”

“What’s the probability?” Bruce is definitely annoyed now. Worried, too, if Dick has to guess.

“Does it matter?” It doesn’t. They all know it. When there’s a life at stake, probabilities don’t matter. Bruce is the one who taught him that. If it was him and not Dick in that building, he wouldn’t even ask the question. “I’m going up.”  

Batman says something else; Dick doesn’t listen, focused on finding the best spot to plant his grapple. He hesitates to remove his comm but decides against it. A few years ago, he wouldn’t have thought twice before shutting Bruce’s voice, but Damian had cut his comm a few too many times for his liking since. Now that he knows what it’s like to be on the other end, he leaves his comm on more often than not.

It doesn’t stop him from ignoring whatever Batman is saying and jumping up to the floor above him, or what’s left of it. He moves some debris, making room for himself to get toward the direction of the noise. He thinks for a second he might have imagined it, or that it might have just been his own breath, but then he sees someone.

With one quick jump, he reaches the scientist. She’s crouched down on what’s left on the ground, frantically working on removing a canister from the wall. One more look shows him she’s wearing a worn-down mask. He quickly takes a spare mask, thankful he still has one left, and gives it to her.

She only seems to notice his presence when the gas mask is shoved under her nose. She takes it and keeps working. He doesn’t know what she’s doing, but he has to get her out of here. Now.

He takes her by the waist, and she begins to struggle in his arms. “No!” she yells, now on the communication channel since she’s got a Bat-tech mask on, “I have to get this away from the fire, or half of Gotham is gone!”    

“I’ll do it!” Dick screams into her ear even if he knows the actual distance between them doesn’t matter, since they’re communicating via the technology in their masks. “I’ll get you to safety, and then I’ll do it.”

She stayed. She’s the only one who stayed to make sure she could secure whatever is in that canister. She’s either very brave, or she has a death wish. Possibly both. In Dick’s personal experience, the two can be hard to distinguish.

The woman looks at him with wide eyes. He hears Batman say his name in his ear, and then…

Nothing. Or, more accurately, everything.

It’s instinct, more than any rational thought, that has him pushing the scientist to the ground, protecting her with his own body, as a pipe explodes. The sound is overwhelming, taking over his entire world for a second or two. When he dares to get up, his ears are ringing. He’s down one sense, and his only way of communication with his family during the crisis. Great.

By some miracle, the canister that the scientist wanted to secure so badly held on. Dick has the feeling neither of them would be there if it hadn’t.  

The scientist looks at him, but she doesn’t seem to see him. She’s hyperventilating inside her mask, and he’s worried she’s going to pass out soon. He can’t blame her for finally losing it; she’s done amazing so far, but everyone has to break down eventually.  

He doesn’t waste time in securing her in his arms, getting his grapple to the more stable looking wall, and getting them both out of the window. The fall, even slowed down by his line, is short, but it seems like an eternity, knowing that the canister above him can explode at any given time, and that it can apparently take out half of Gotham.

Was it an exaggeration? Or is this thing really that dangerous? He can still remember the city in ruins, after the earthquake, and he never wants to see anything like that again. He might not be as much of a child of Gotham as Bruce, Jason, Tim, Steph, and Duke are, but this is still his city. Maybe the one he stayed in the longest in his life.

He can remember another city, the one he actually called his going down in toxic chemicals and radioactive fumes. He remembers the fear, the screams, the deaths. Will this one be as devastating?

He doesn’t intend to find out. As soon as the scientist is secured on the ground, firefighters running towards her, he pulls himself back up into the flames.

When he reaches the floor he met the scientist in, the canister is, thankfully, still there and still intact. It is also, unfortunately, still attached to the wall. His ears are still ringing from the explosion and he has to push back the idea of permanent damage: anything that isn’t an absolute emergency has to be forgotten for now.

He can’t think about his ears. He can’t think about Blüdhaven. He has to focus solely on that canister.  

He has already started working on the screw holding the canister in place when he notices he’s crying. Weird. He’s the first one to admit that he tends to cry easily compared to Bruce or Alfred, but he’s not one to cry in the middle of a mission. His tears usually come after the job is done, with only the night to see them. He supposes it comes from his family history: he remembers seeing his parents’ eyes shine once or twice while they were bowing for an exceptionally cheering audience, after the show, but never during the performance.

The show must go on. And, as he grew up, the show ceased to be a trapeze act and started to be rescues, arrests, and overall vigilante work.

And now, he’s crying. His eyes hurt, too, he realizes as one of the screws comes loose. His vision is growing more and more blurry.    

His mind takes a while to catch up, and he would be ashamed of himself if he wasn’t so focused on detaching the canister. There is something in his eyes.

He’s wearing a gas mask, which covers his entire face, plus his own domino. Nothing can get in his eyes… unless his mask is compromised.

He gave his last spare to the scientist. The pipe that exploded earlier and deprived him of his hearing is still leaking a white, dense smoke. A smoke he’s right in, on top of everything else floating in the air.

He can’t hear a thing. He doesn’t know if anyone is coming to his aid. And now he’s slowly starting to lose his vision too.

Another screw comes loose in his hands. There is just one more to go before he can take the canister out.

He can do this.

He can do this.

Gotham will not burn (or explode, or suffocate, or whatever this thing does) tonight. Not if he can do something about it.

He feels, more than he sees, the last screw. His hands may feel weaker than he’s comfortable with, but he keeps going.

His lungs burn with every breath, crushing a little more under the weight of whatever goes past his mask. He resists the instinct to tear it away from his face; even broken, it has to protect him at least a little. He would’ve passed out from the smoke inhalation only if it wasn’t.

Time seems to stretch out as his hands slip and slide around the screw. He would have cursed if he had any breath for it.

Finally, he feels something going loose in his hand and falling to the ground. He takes the canister and pulls: the thing comes off easily. He’s done it.

It’s still too early to cheer, the Batman voice in the back of his mind reminds him. He doesn’t have to say it: Dick knows. He doesn’t bother securing his line this time; no point if he can’t see anything. He just jumps, holding the canister and hoping this thing isn’t sensitive to shocks.

The fall is fast, and the impact with the ground is painful. He braces himself for it, and he can actually hear the thud of his shoulder on the ground. This would feel him with relief if he wasn’t busy rolling down with the force of the impact, hitting other things expelled by the burning facility.  

When his infernal spinning stops, he doesn’t know where he is, or when the canister is. The fact that there is still a him means the canister is probably intact. He’s probably also not far from the factory, which means there are firefighters and vigilantes nearby.

His vision is still blurry, his ears are still ringing, and he breathed in who knows what. He needs help.

He gets to his hands and knees, looking around himself wildly for anything, but none of the colorful shapes he can distinguish seem to be on their way to help him. He scrambles to his feet, up and down mixing as the world spins around him. It is, unfortunately, not the first time his sense of balance has betrayed him, but that doesn’t make it any easier. It takes away a little more of his control over the situation.

“Nightwing!”

The name might have been screamed, but he barely hears it. Sure enough, there is something coming toward him. Not something, someone. He can’t really see who it is yet, but this is the help he was looking for.

He needs to call them, to explain everything. He needs to tell them about the canister, and he needs to check on the scientist he saved.

Most of all, he needs to sit down. The familiar feeling that tells him he will pass out if he stays up washes over him suddenly, and he barely has time to resist before his legs give up on maintaining him upright.    

His fall is stopped by a pair of arms, and he hears his rescuer huff under his weight as they slow his descent to the ground.

He blinks, and his vision clears enough that for a few seconds, he can see a familiar emblem. It reminds him of other times, simpler times. He knows it’s impossible, but…

“Babs?”

His mask is gently removed from his face. When his rescuer comes next to him, he can see she removed hers, too.

“Sorry, other Batgirl. Or, I mean, other, other Batgirl,” he can hear her say, now that the ringing in his ears is lessening.  

Despite the situation, he smiles. Steph has this gift, getting some spark of joy out of others, even in dark times. She would have done well in the entertainment industry, he thinks absentmindedly.

“The canister?”

He tries to move, but she’s fast at getting him back on the ground. “The thing you fell with? I’ll have Red recover it.”

She puts her hand to her ear, activating her comm, and he doesn’t listen to what she says. He refocuses when she puts something in his eyes. His vision doesn’t clear, but the burning feeling he had barely registered before recedes a little.

“Breathing is heavy but not compromised,” Steph says in the comm. “We need the Batmobile, but not an emergency evac.”

Dick is suddenly hit with how grown up she is. She’s handling the situation with calmness and confidence. She made so much progress since the first time he saw her, she became brave where she had been reckless.

She’s putting in another dose of whatever it is she’s putting in his eyes (saline, probably) when the Batmobile pulls up next to them. A black blurriness takes the place of the purple one.

“Can you stand?” Bruce asks. His hand hovers over Dick’s face. Dick knows the instinct to wipe up the tears is stopped by the knowledge, or more accurately, the lack of knowledge, about what his gloves had been in contact with; there is no need to compromise Dick’s eyes more than they already are.  

“I can try,” Dick murmurs, taking in both how weak his voice is and how tired he is, now that the adrenaline is wearing off.

“I’ll take it.” He can hear the smile in Bruce’s voice before he’s pulled up. He has to close his eyes in an effort to stop the world from spinning so much.

“Red Robin, Batgirl. Take this thing somewhere safe and analyze what is in it,” Batman orders and Dick can hear two simultaneous “yessirs.” Though they sound all responsible and heroic, there is a faint fear that wasn’t there before, when Steph was taking care of him. He can understand it all too well: now that Batman is here, they don’t have to be the responsible ones, and some of their worry unconsciously slips out.    

Dick thinks, as he is gently dropped in the Batmobile backseat, that he will have to reassure them he’s alright later.  

Later, this will be one of the last things he’ll remember from that night. That, and Batman’s voice, telling him distinctly, “Don’t fall asleep.”

-

When he wakes up, he’s in his bed, in the manor. His ear has stopped ringing, and he can see well. This is a relief, and so is the fact that, even though his head spins for a few seconds after he gets up, he can properly stand after that.

His head is killing him. That, along with the slight nausea, is a definite sign of poison of some sort. But since he’s out of the med bay and alone in his room, it must not be too bad. He makes his way downstairs, the sun shining through the manor’s window. Bruce raises his head from the tablet he’s working on when he hears him.

“How are you feeling?”

“Hungover,” says Dick, falling gracelessly onto the chair in front of his dad. He guesses it conveys the feeling well enough, even though by now, he had been poisoned by unknown substances more often than by alcohol. A glass of water, aspirin tablet, and a plate of mashed potatoes and carrots magically appears in front of him.    

“Thanks, Alfred,” he says, not even surprised the butler managed to sneak up on him. It’s a gift that runs in this family, after all.

The old man smiles. “I’m glad to see you awake and well. You gave us quite a scare.”

“Sorry I passed out on you-” Dick starts before being cut off by Bruce.

“You didn’t. You were awake for all the tests, until you were cleared and went to bed. Though, some dark spots in your memory are to be expected.”

Dick hums, taking in the information. He tries to reach back for the memory, flashes, anything, but comes up empty. It’s not the first time he’s been missing a night, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

“What was in that canister?”

“Some nitroglycerin derivate. The scientist you saved was right: it would have blown up half of Gotham, poisoned the rest.”

Dick focuses on his food. He stirs the puree, trying to get images of another city out of his mind. “Why did they have that?”

“It’s still under investigation.” Sure enough, Dick can see that the tablet Bruce had been working on is displaying a copy of the company’s bank statement.

“The scientist?”

Bruce sighs. “She didn’t know why it was there, just that it was. She’s in Gotham General, being treated for minor burns and smoke inhalation. I need to do a background check, of course, but Wayne Tech is launching a new research project on clean batteries. We might need chemists.”

Dick hums again. “She was brave,” he says.

He keeps eating, feeling Bruce’s eyes on him. “I need you to know,” he finally says after a while. “What I did was bravery too. I did what I had to do, and I came back out of that factory.” It wasn’t a death wish, that much he knows. And he needs Bruce to know it too. Because it looks too much like what happened years ago, in Blüdhaven, but his mindset is completely different this time.

“It’s what you would have done,” he adds when Bruce stays silent.

His father sighs. “You’re right. It’s what I would have done.”

Something in the way the sentence is said drills a hole in Dick’s heart. He’s hit with the realization of something he always knew. His voice feels small to his own ears when he asks, “Would it be bravery or…?”

“Yes.” Bruce takes his hand on the table. “Yes, today, it would be bravery.”

“After Jason?” Dick asks, even if he knows the answer. After Jason, the heroics of Batman weren’t powered by bravery, but by a death wish. It didn’t take being as smart as Tim to figure it out.

“And before you came into my life, yes. I struggled with similar feelings. But,” his hand squeezes Dick’s, looking at him in the eyes, “This isn’t your burden to carry. What matters is that you’re here, now, and you’re alive. And so am I.”

Dick looks away. It might not be his burden to carry, but he still feels like he should do something about it.

“Steph did well last night,” he says, because he doesn’t know what he should say, what would make everything magically better.  

“She did,” Bruce agrees and Dick lifts his head quickly. It’s rare to hear praise from the Batman. “And so did you. You’ve all grown so much, sometimes I forgot you can take care of yourselves.”

“They were scared, though,” Dick says, because he can’t get himself to say, “we still need you.”

Bruce’s hand tightens a little more against his, so maybe he understood anyway. “I’ll have them come for dinner tonight, so you can reassure them.” Dick nods. “And, after all, I promised you a fun and chill weekend with your siblings, didn’t I?”

-

Ending note: Hope you enjoyed the fic! Many thanks to JustJellyJackal for beta-reading!  

[tinyyoungblood]

how ab a headcanon where the avengers all take a trip either to disney world or on a disney cruise? i’m a whore for the idea of everyone, especially peter and y/n, just acting like kids again

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: i like this prompt so much!! i’ve never been to disneyland, but i hope this is accurate enough lol. i also turned this into a vlog bc someone had to record this mess and since it can’t be me, i’m giving filming privileges to bruce

              ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the avengers in disneyland

everyone is very very excited and the days before they leave pass in a flurry of excitement, but peter has never been to disneyland, so he’s THRILLED beyond means

peter’s jumping up and down while everyone’s loading the van and he keeps asking them if they’re ready for this “life-changing field trip?????”

sam is genuinely afraid that if peter jumps any higher he will bounce off earth, so he grabs peter by the middle and carries him horizontally into the car

steve gave a whole lecture on not getting lost the day before and since tony couldn’t resist it, he is dressed head to toe in neon yellow and grinning cockily

nat steps into the van, sees him, and turns around with her hand over her eyes like she’s been blinded

bruce brings his video camera with him and records everything. first thing they do is hit up a gift shop and it is better than any oscar nominated movie

everything they pick up is subjected to a thorough label reading and some kind of commentary

“steve, show them what you’re getting!!” “slippers” “what kind of slippers” “uh...soft”

thor on the other hand takes it very serious and his commentary ends up being very ~shakespearean~

peter and y/n get matching friendship bracelets for everyone

loki: “i’m not wearing that”

y/n: “that’s alright-“

loki: “no tie it on for me”

bucky wouldn’t have come along if it weren’t for steve and sam, but now he’s taking it upon himself to make sure that everyone stays in good condition so they don’t miss out on training

the whole team gets hourly text messages from him in the group chat

bucky: “There’s a water leak in Mickey’s Toontwon. If any of you slip and hurt yourselves I will kill you.”

y/n: “love you too buck”

(they know it’s his way to express his love for them so every message almost makes them tear up)

loki really wants to go on splash mountain but since he doesn’t want to get his clothes wet, he asks the guards how ~splashy~ splash mountain gets

they don’t take him seriously and it infuriates loki because it’s a perfectly reasonable question but it quickly turns into a passionate argument that holds up the entire line

“I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW HIGH THE RISK OF GETTING WET IS, YOU INCOMPETENT FOO—”

*cue y/n and nat dragging him away while bruce runs after them to zoom in on loki’s pouty glare*

they get him a green rain poncho with black polka dots from one of the gift shops, and he’s still glowering but he puts it on without protest before each ride that involves water

normally the avengers would easily get recognised but since everyone is walking around in costumes, people approach them for several other reasons

thor is just peacefully standing in life, staring at the incredicoaster like it’s the love of his life, when a little kid tugs at his cape

“excuse me sir, why are you so tall?” “good question, why are you so short?” “hmm” “hmm”

they find a micky mouse whac-a-mole and everyone is having Fun but something possesses tony and clint and they are really going for it

tony is a 5 foot tall ball of stress and competitiveness and he is yielding that plastic hammer like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do

clint on the other hand is starting to feel the numbness in his arms

y/n, with sarcasm: “you can do it, clint!”

clint, with spite: “i cannot do it, thanks”

*y/n stares into the camera*

they also make up a rule that if you are in a 5 meters radius of one of the theme park characters, you HAVE to snap a picture with them

steve, who gets constantly shoved nudged by bucky into some character’s path, ends up taking a picture with almost every single disneyland character

at some point, he’s just downright sick of it and there’s a 7 min video of steve zooming across the lot while goofy and woody run after him with wide open arms

bucky is doubled over with laughter in the background while sam is standing beside him and wiping away his own tears

the avengers also buy all the pictures that are taken of them on the rides and even stop at some photo booths so they can send them to wanda and vision who are both vacationing on hawai’i <3

thor, peter, and y/n run themselves ragged and their legs almost give out but they will not stop until they have been on every ride that disneyland has to offer

the others think it’s obnoxious but they follow and join them without hesitation

tony is secretly trembling with fear. doing loops in the air at the speed of light is fine and so is battling aliens, but getting on a rollercoaster ride is just heart-stopping horrifying

it’s not that he doesn’t like rollercoasters, (that man has no self-preservation skills, anything that resembles plummeting to death will be gazed at with big heart eyes) but he just doesn’t trust them

if he didn’t build it or prove it, he doesn’t trust it. period. but the avengers are just so excited and happy that he can’t find it in him to sit out

that quickly results in thor and tony re-enacting very impressive Shouting Contests on each ride without fail

tony is screaming and clinging onto whoever is sitting next to him for dear life because he’s Petrified™️

and thor is screaming, because he’s having The Time Of His Life

he’s feeling the wind in his hair, his heart in his throat, and if he’s not shredding his vocal chords and flinging his limbs around, what’s the point of it all

after 20 different rides, tony is sick of pretending and just trudges through disneyland, the happiest place of earth, like it’s the sole cause of all suffering in the world

nat rejoins the group after she mysteriously disappeared for a moment and her hair is tossed, there’s ash on her face, and half of her clothes are wet

bruce, startled: “where have you been??”

nat, beaming: “there was a ride that spat fire from all sides and people jumped out of nowhere to scare you while the whole place was filled with hot water!!!”

bruce, concerned, zooms in on nat’s excited face

“nat i think you went to hell”

sam is big on merry-go-rounds so he drags everyone with him and while some one them first don’t seem to enjoy it, they change their mind once they see bucky’s little smile

(they go on at least ten more rounds until it starts to get dizzy)

a little girl trips over her princess gown and falls close to where steve is waiting in line, and steve immediately abandons his spot to rush over

bruce zooms in on them bc steve has always been kinda awkward with kids, but here he is, crouching down and comforting that little girl, and it’s so unashamedly soft and sweet

they can’t hear what steve is saying but she’s BEAMING now and even giving him a wobbly courtesy while he claps proudly

bruce turns the camera around and both he and clint are lowkey in TEARS like “why are we crying?? we didn’t even fall down” “i KNOW!!”

nat gets a hold of the camera and she’s on a mission to get the most embarrassing greatest footage possible

“bucky, go stand next to moana” “why?” “it’s moana go stand over there” “but i don’t know-“ “bucky.” *cue bucky, awkwardly standing next to moana while nat grins broadly*

when he’s back with the team, sam just stares at him blank-faced, clearly waiting for bucky to ask why he’s looking at him

eventually bucky caves in with a long sigh

“what” “i can’t believe you don’t know who moana of montunui is. she restored BALANCE to the WORLD. put some RESPECT ON HER NAME”

no one knows why but there’s footage of y/n, thor, tony, and loki strutting up and down in the middle of the lane in minnie mouse plush shoes like it’s a catwalk

sam, bucky, and nat are holding up their fingers to score them while steve is staring at them like he’s analysing their fighting stances

bruce, clint, and peter are standing on the sidelines and cheering them on as they should be

they end their day by digging into an unholy amount of fries that even steve can’t resist because they’ve been walking the whole day

a questionable amount of cotton candy also end ups in their possession and the footage of that is just mostly everyone trying out each other’s cones while the camera is passed between them

soon after, the avengers are back in their van to drive home and bruce zooms in on the row of seats where y/n has her head on peter’s shoulder while the others are also half-lounging on each other, and everyone is asleep <3

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guess what i’m about to say?

stay hydrated pals

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[youngbugandtonystank]

what's the difference between what wanda did to those people in wandavision and what tony did with ultron?

I have so many asks about this. Hate asks, and people wondering what’s going on. This is the only one I’m answering.

Both of them are responsible for their actions. I’ve seen people try and take away either Tony’s responsibility for that or Wanda’s engagement and accountability. 

In Tony’s case, the Ultron program was supposed to be a global peacekeeping program to protect the people, acting as a suit around the world to prevent events like the Battle of New York. He was doing it in the name of peace and safety. Tony was rightfully scared because he was the only one who knew what was coming. Wanda intentionally enhanced that fear in him and this drove him to create Ultron with Bruce. He has responsibility for it. Same as Bruce. He owns up to this, he took full responsibility and agreed that they needed to be regulated. 

Tony Stark: A few years ago, I almost lost her, so I trashed all my suits. Then, we had to mop up HYDRA... and then Ultron. My fault.

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Tony Stark: There's no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys.

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Tony Stark: That's good. That's why I'm here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stop manufacturing.

--

If people think he needs to be in jail for it, then I’m guessing the rest of the Avengers too since all of them have made mistakes and killed people too. As a matter of fact, after the events of Wandavision, I’m sure that Wanda should be in the Raft, but because she’s ‘a poor baby’ yall won’t think she deserves that. 

SPOILERS

It’s a big possibility that we don’t have all the info about what happened in Wandavision but we’re going to go with what we know so far. 

In Wanda’s case, she did it to appease her grief and pain, and I can understand why she would get to that point, she’s been through a lot and maybe she was about to lose her mind. Instead of recruiting Wanda after the Sokovia incident, they should’ve given this girl treatment for her mental health problems. She just lost her brother and passed through a very traumatic war zone, of course she needs assistance. Cap and Natasha were the ones responsible for her because they were training the ‘new’ avengers. Sam was with them and he used to be a counselor to veterans with PTSD. He could’ve helped Wanda with some of her traumas. As shown in the series, Wanda did the whole hex business before meeting Agatha, which means creating that little reality was all Wanda’s responsibility. Hayward and Agatha did exactly what Wanda did to Tony (and the avengers/other people) in AOU. They manipulated her and played with her emotional traumas. Hayward showed her Vision’s body parts and Agatha started to pull strings to know how Wanda did what she did and her real powers while orchestrating against her. 

Both of them have made mistakes. No one is better than the other. I don’t understand why some fans want to make someone responsible more than the other or blame one character for the other. While Wanda gave Tony that vision and pushed his self-destructive side to obsess over saving the world, he did create Ultron, what Tony didn’t predict was that the robot was going to corrupt itself. Same with Wanda, while Agatha and Hayward contributed to her trauma, she held hostage and isolated 3,892 people to create her perfect reality, ripping these people away from their identities and free will to fit her own fantasy. Don’t turn this into ‘omg poor her, it’s Tony fault that she’s this way'. I can’t believe I have to repeat this but you don’t see Peter Parker obsessively looking for the person who manufactured the gun instead of the criminal who actually killed Uncle Ben. Ridiculous that I have to repeat this example. 

Oh and about Vision’s body (damn yall have a gift to turn everything into Tony’s fault for some reason). I can’t believe some of you think Tony (while grieving for 5 years) would give Vision to Hayward. You’re either pulling stuff out of your asses or you didn’t pay attention to the show. Maria Rambeau founded and was the Director of S.W.O.R.D. In 2018 (when IW happened), this is where she came up with a new policy within S.W.O.R.D. to ground snapped agents in case they ever returned. Maria was diagnosed with cancer, then two years later (2020), she passed away. Then, Hayward was promoted to Director of S.W.O.R.D., in his first years (2020-2022) he refocused the organization’s work from extraterrestrial operations to robotics, nanotechnology and artificial intelligence, etc. There, that was the 5 years. Then in 2023 it’s when he started project Cataract, which revolved around rebuilding Vision as a sentient weapon. Tony was dead when this happened. How come yall don’t get this part? I don’t understand, do you really think his dead corpse signed some papers to give Vision to those people? LMAO

Instead of thinking Tony would give up Vision just like that, think (possibilities):

Maria was the head of S.W.O.R.D., she might have just been keeping his body safe without doing anything with him. Maybe she trusted Hayward and he, obviously, betrayed her because he’s turning her organization into something else after her death. 

One of the Sokovia Accords regulations states that the use of technology to bestow individuals (the term ‘enhanced individual’ in this book is defined as any person, human or otherwise, with superhuman capabilities) with innate capabilities is strictly regulated by the government, as is the use and distribution of highly advanced technology. Vision signed those accords ('I'm saying there may be a casualty. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict... breeds catastrophe. Oversight...oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand’) The Avengers were no longer be a private organization and they operate under the supervision of the United Nations. This means they (UN) were the ones that referred Vision’s body to S.W.O.R.D., to a trustworthy leader, Maria. 

Vision died in Wakanda, not in New York. Tony was missing for 22 days after the snap, the rest of the avengers should’ve taken responsibility for his body.  

Why is it always Tony’s fault but never consider that other parties are also involved in this? 

I want to address some other asks with this one. I know some of you are angry because people are starting to blame Tony all over again, so a few things to remember:

Tony did not create the Accords. The Accords were the result of all the collective actions the Avengers have done in their superhero careers. All of them have made mistakes and the collateral damage of that was taken into consideration by the government and 117 countries around the world. He signed the accords because he knew that he could amend them with the support of the rest of the avengers and he knew about Thanos (something big was coming). 

Obadiah Stane (it’s so bizarre for me seeing that some people don’t know who this guy is, I’m guessing that the people who are watching Wandavision are too young to remember or didn’t watch the Iron Man movies at all which is highly probable) was the one selling weapons to the wrong people, not Tony. Obadiah was the CEO of Stark industries and became second-in-command for two decades. He grew jealous of Tony and began cooperating with the Ten Rings in Afghanistan, selling them Stark Industries weapons illegally. Imagine blaming all of it on Tony when Obadiah basically murdered thousands only because he felt a little green. If someone who you trust (he had no reasons to doubt Obadiah since he was like a second father-figure for him) does something behind your back (take into consideration that people like Pepper; who was Tony’s assistant and had knowledge of all of Tony’s activities and responsibilities, Rhodey; who was the liaison between the military in the department of acquisitions and Stark Industries, and Happy Hogan; who was his personal bodyguard and Head of Security of Stark Industries, didn’t know what Stane was doing either), how are you going to know about it? Tony trusted him. And when he realized what was going on he immediately stopped all of it. He worked hard to be better and people overlook that because they want other characters to look better. 

Don’t act like Tony was the only one assisting the military. All of the avengers assisted in one way or another. Natasha (who used to be an assassin) was in the Red Room, trained in the Black Widow Program in association with Leviathan and the Soviet Armed Forces, served for KGB, etc. Bruce Banner used to work for the United States government and was commissioned to create a super serum for them. Same goes with the rest, Sam, Clint, etc. Steve Rogers was a soldier lmaoooooooooooooo like, what happened to Tony with Obadiah happened to Steve with SHIELD/HYDRA in TWS. He trusted the people working in there (SHIELD), served for them, did missions for them and as soon as he found out what they were doing behind his back he turned against them. 

Knowing all of this, how is Tony always the villain for yall? I’m guessing because Tony’s popularity in the MCU, but still, aren’t yall tired of not understanding the plot and having people repeat it to you constantly? Watch the movies if you want to understand the franchise, people. Stop following the crowd. 

Also, Wanda is not a kid, she’s a 35 year old woman in Wandavision, she was 26 in AOU and 27 in CW. Hardly a child. Tony had almost her same age (38) when he realized Obadiah was selling illegal weaponry behind his back. The only reason people don’t fully forgive Tony is because 1. he’s a man and 2. he’s a billionaire. Even if Wanda was poor she still killed and hurt many people over the course of her life. Stop trying to make Tony the villain only to downplay Wanda’s actions. 

Both have killed people, both have made mistakes. They’re both responsible for them. 

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Life Without Colour (PART FOUR)

Soulmate AU: Your vision is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. You and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, aren’t each others soulmates but you love each other. He introduces you to his friends, the Avengers, and a very odd thing happens.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader

Taglist:  @domainoflostsouls​  forgetthisbull  handon-h-art  yourspecialcrush  giulsgotmusic  mrsbarnes-rogers  luosymekawa  linzeyzarcone  forgetthisbull   calamityreads  talgra 

Warnings: this one takes a darker turn; trigger warnings for kidnapping, drugged, threats/slight violence, Hydra, angst

Note: this is over 6000 words, enjoy!! x

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

A few weeks had passed since you first saw colour; a few weeks have passed since you and Steve talked through everything and made peace with Bucky Barnes being your soulmate which mean a few weeks have passed since you last saw or spoke to Bucky Barnes. After your 3am phone call, you hadn’t seen him. You’d told Steve about the phone call when you were both awake the next morning, telling him as much of the conversation as you could remember. He seemed fine with it, knowing about Bucky’s nightmares and erratic sleeping schedule. In fact, he appreciated the gesture that Bucky reached out to ask what you were comfortable with. What Steve appreciated more though was your honesty and the fact you were straight with Bucky and told him that you and Steve were happy together and nothing would change that.

Everything was fine with you and Steve, every issue had been ironed out and in fact, the two of you had never been closer. You were truly grateful for Steve’s forgiveness and now, the guilt had almost fully disappeared. He had helped you to heal that wound and you had helped to heal his wounds with trust; you had proved yourself to be honest and that it was just one slip up. 

Life had been good those few weeks, you spent more time with Nat and got to know about her budding relationship with Bruce. You’d seen the team a bit more than usual as well. No one else - besides Nat and Sam - knew about the soulmate fiasco and truthfully, it wasn’t their business to know anyway. Bucky hadn’t been around much, he’d called Steve a couple of times just to say that he was doing his own thing for a while as per your wishes. Steve was thankful to Bucky for providing that space even if it meant he had only seen his best friend a handful of times since he returned from Wakanda.

Things were good. Until they weren’t.

Steve and the some of the team got dragged to a mission across the country. It was a big one; Hydra were back and trying to infiltrate the systems. Brock Rumlow, or Crossbones as he referred to himself now, was after Steve and he wouldn’t stop until he got him. You didn’t really know what was happening with the mission, Steve was never allowed to tell you a lot about the missions, you just knew that it was a big one and it was dangerous. You hated when Steve was away on a mission; you hated the not knowing part of it all but you supposed it’s what you deserved for falling in love with Captain America.

You didn’t know how serious it was until you had been bringing the groceries into yours and Steve’s apartment and saw four men - three very large, hulking brutes of men - waiting for you. The scream that rose in your throat never found its way out before a gloved hand was forced over your mouth, holding a rag with something strong smelling over your mouth and nose. Brock Rumlow had you pinned in his arms, forcing you to breathe in the chemicals. You tried to fight against him as the fear radiated through your body, trying to put some of those self defence techniques that Natasha had taught you to good use but he was too strong and everything felt fuzzy around the edges. Your eyes were wide as you struggled, trying to escape, trying to scream; trying to do anything that would help to save you. Your heart pounded painfully against your ribcage and you could feel the panic set in when your vision began to blur. You could see the three men approach, weapons in hand but a gruff voice in your ear said, “Stop struggling and we won’t hurt you.” Whether you wanted to stop struggling or not wasn’t up to you but instead, the choice had been taken away and given to the substance that you were breathing in. As the darkness crept in, you heard a faint voice say, “Get Rogers on the phone now.”

Flashes of light, snippets of sound and quick seconds of vision was what you experienced for a few hours as you drifted in and out of consciousness. It wasn’t until a loud bang erupted a few rooms away that you really began to come back to life. Squinting in the low light, you blinked hard, trying to focus on something to figure out where you were. Wherever you were, it was dark and dim and it smelled faintly of the explosion of fireworks on the 5th of November.

You weren’t hurt, your neck ached from the position you’d been in for what you could only assume was the last few hours. You went to move when you realised that your hands and feet were bound. That’s when you really began to wake up. What the fuck? Your memory was hazy but you remembered Rumlow and his goons in your apartment. You pulled at your hands, trying to get loose but the bonds that tied your hands were too tight. Squinting, you looked around the room, it was dark, with a metal door and a few wooden boxes in the corner. You were sitting on a wooden chair, hands and feet bound to the arms and legs of it. 

Your mind thought of Steve, oh god, Steve. You knew this had been Rumlow’s doing, what if he had gotten to Steve? What if- what if he- No. You couldn’t think like that. Steve had been on a mission states away from you. Rumlow had come to you because he obviously couldn’t get to Steve, he was drawing Steve out and you were the bait. Steve’s going to find you, (y/n). He said he’ll always protect you and he’ll keep that promise.

The more you panicked, the more you began to struggle; trying to break free of the ropes. Your breathing was quick and ragged as you struggled, your heart rate increasing with every passing second. Tears welled in your eyes as your mind raced with the horrors of what was going to happen to you. You froze when you could hear grunting outside, it sounded close.

Fear kicked you hard in the stomach, making you feel light headed and nauseous. You’d never been this terrified before. You thought that the most you could be scared was that time a spider ran across the bed when Steve was in a shower and you had to deal with getting it out of the apartment but no, tied to a chair after being drugged and kidnapped with explosions and not knowing what the fuck was going on... yeah, that’s a whole new level of fear. You tried to slow your breathing as you strained to listen to the commotion outside of the room you occupied. You could hear grunts and what sounded like punches before the metal door of the room was thrown open and there stood Sam Wilson. A sob got caught in your throat as you saw him.

He pressed his earpiece as he rushed to you, kneeling to help untie you, “I got her, Steve. Second floor, take a right, fifth door down. She’s okay.”

“Oh my god,” you sobbed as relief flooded your senses, “Oh my god, Sam!”

Sam murmured words of comfort as he worked on the ropes that bounded you to the chair, “It’s okay, they’re not gonna hurt you. We’ve got you now.”

He managed to get the last one untied when Steve ran into the room. He wore his Captain America gear sans the mask and carried the shield. As soon as he saw you, he tossed his shield to the side and rushed to your aid. Sam stepped to the side, picking up the shield and playing around with it as he allowed you two a moment to reunite. He was muttering about how the shield was much lighter than it looked.

“Steve,” you whimpered, throwing your arms around your boyfriend and allowing him to pull you up. He held you tightly, breathing heavy into your neck.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

“Sorry to interrupt but we gotta move,” Sam said after a minute, “before we get any more company.”

“Are you okay to walk?” Steve asks you, pulling you back to look at you, “Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you say, wiping your eyes, “Tired but I can make it.”

The three of you hurry out, Steve tells you not to look at the bodies on the floor but you do and you instantly regret it. “Are they-”

“Knocked out,” Sam says, answering your question before you finish it, “but won’t be for long so we gotta hurry.”

Everything’s a bit of a blur as Steve and Sam usher you out, careful to take you the safest and quickest path. You feel queasy after seeing the blood and the carnage of the few HYDRA men so your eyes are trained to the ground until Steve has you safe and sitting in the quinjet. 

Steve doesn’t let go of you, always touching or holding onto you in some way or another. You’re silent as Sam begins to fly the jet. Steve’s talking to you but you can’t focus on anything other than his hand in yours, “I’m tired,” you whisper, “I’m so tired.” You lay your head on Steve’s shoulder and darkness quickly encapsulates you.

You gasp awake, jolting upwards, “Whoa, (y/n), it’s okay!” A voice says quickly, “You’re okay, you’re safe remember. It’s Steve, sweetheart; it’s Steve. Look at me, (y/n).”

Your mind whirs, the tendrils of the nightmare still creeping around in your brain. Hands on your face force your eyes to stop fleeting from wall to wall and instead focus on the person in front of you. Steve stares at you, telling you that everything’s okay and that you’re safe now. Steve’s hands are on either side of your face as he makes you look at him. You blink hard, as your eyes struggle to focus on him. You hear the rapid beeping of the machine and you register that it’s your measuring your heartrate. His face finally sharpens and you can see him properly now.

“Slow breath in, sweetheart. You’re safe, I promise you. Copy me.” Steve takes a deep breath and you follow suit, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart. Steve repeats to you that you’re in hospital and you’re safe, “No one can hurt you in here.”

You look away from him after a few seconds to look around you and sure enough, you are in hospital. The walls are pure white, too white and you’re in the hospital bed, “How did I get here?”

“We got you and you passed out again, I took you here just to make sure that whatever drug they gave you was out of your system. It’s leaving so you’ll be okay, sweetheart.” He brushes your hair back, “How are you feeling?”

“I don’t ever want to be an Avenger, I know that’s for damn sure,” you mutter as you close your eyes and fall back against the pillows, “How you guys deal with the fear is beyond me.”

Steve smiles but it’s sad. You open one eye, “What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it. You get some rest and I’ll be right here, (y/n). I’m not going anywhere. Doctors want to keep you in overnight just to make sure it’s all out your system, okay? I’m going to wait by your side all night and don’t worry, we have agents at every door in the hospital.”

“Rumlow?” You asked him, voice trembling, “Where’s he?” 

“SHIELD are closing in on him, sweetheart,” he sighs, stroking your hair back gently, “Don’t worry... He can’t get you in here.”

As Steve looked over you as you slept, Sam came into the room, “Coffee delivery.” Steve sipped at the hot coffee happily, “How is she?”

“Had a nightmare about it but she’s okay. She’s scared.” Steve’s eyes were trained on you as though we were watching a newborn infant to check its breathing, “God, what if we hadn’t found her in time?”

“But we did and we got her out. She’s safe, Steve.”

Steve shook his head, “But for how long?” He asked as he rubbed his face tiredly with one hand, “How long before Rumlow or HYDRA or someone else targets (y/n) to get to me?”

Sam swallows, “What are you thinking then?”

“She has to go somewhere safe, somewhere away from the chaos and the danger.”

“How long?”

Steve shrugs, “I don’t know... At least until we know all of Rumlow and his men are locked up.”

“You’ll go with her?”

It’s a big decision and he knows that you should be involved in it but he knows exactly what you’ll say; you’ll say that you want to stay with him and stay by his side even if it means living in terror of every bump in the night. He had been reckless, Steve had thought he was untouchable, he thought that you would’ve been safe but Steve underestimated the lengths these sorts of guys go to in order to win.

He shakes his head, hating the decision that he’s about to make but it’s for the best. It’s the only thing he knows that will protect you; it’s the only way he’s happy with you leaving, “No... but I know someone who will.”

Sam shakes his head, knowing exactly who he means and he raises his eyebrows, “You’re kidding, right? That’s a stupid decision, Steve, and you know it.”

Steve scoffs, “I wish... but... he’s strong, he’s good in a fight and I know that he’ll protect her no matter what.”

“But what if... what if they... you know?”

Steve takes a breath and releases it slowly, “Then I’ll deal with that when the time comes. I need to keep (y/n) safe and this is the only way...”

Sam’s hand is heavy on Steve’s shoulder as they watch you, “She’s not gonna like that decision.”

Steve laughs, knowing fine well that you will fight against the decision for all its worth, “Oh, yeah, I know. Probably won’t forgive me in a hurry either.” Steve stands up, “Will you watch her so I can go make a phone call? I’ll just be outside the door if you need me.”

Sam nods, taking Steve’s seat, as Steve grabs his phone from his jacket, dialling one number. He waits outside the room, just across from the two agents that Fury had placed outside of (y/n)’s hospital room 24/7.

“Steve?” He’d been sleeping, the one time Bucky Barnes is getting a decent sleep and his phone rings and wakes him. He always answers when it’s Steve though, regardless of the time or where he is.

“Hey, Buck... I need to ask you a favour.” Bucky asks what Steve needs and Steve begins to tell him, “Rumlow and HYDRA are after me. They kidnapped (y/n), she’s okay, in hospital but no injuries. She’s shaken up pretty bad and... Bucky, this is going to be a big ask.”

“Whatever you need, Steve, I’ll do.” He’s sitting, tugging a shirt on with one arm,  “What do you need?” Bucky Barnes would go to the ends of the Earth for Steve Rogers and he knows that whatever Steve needs, it’s something big.

“I need you to take her to a safe house.” Bucky freezes, he had expected Steve to ask him to come help for extra protection or something like that but this... this is huge, “I need you to take her. I don’t know how long for, a few weeks maybe months? No one else, it can only be you.”

“But... Steve...” He doesn’t say much but Steve knows what he’s saying. But Steve, I’m your girlfriend’s soulmate and you’re asking for me to take her into a secluded house alone? Just the two of us for god knows how long? Are you sure that’s a good idea?

Steve sighs heavily, “I know, Buck.” His tone almost sounds defeated, “I know... We were finally back on track and the universe hits out with this... I just need her to be safe, Buck, regardless of who he soulmate is or who she ends up falling in love with; I want her to be happy and I want her to be safe.”

“Why can’t you go?”

“They’re after me, I can’t let you or Sam or the team pick up my mess. I have to deal with it. That’s why I need you to go with her. You’re just as strong as me and... I know that you’ll keep her safe. I know that whatever happens, you’ll do everything you can to protect her... I need you to take her until we have Hydra locked up.”

Bucky licks his lips as he thinks about it. He doesn’t really know how to feel about it but he doesn’t really have to, Steve needs him and he’d follow that scrawny kid into the depths of hell if it mean he’d be helping him, “Okay, I’ll help. I’ll need a few days to find a safe house and get it prepped then I’ll fly out, okay?” He agrees to Steve’s ask though he has a niggling feeling in the back of his mind that all of this won’t go to plan. 

“Thank you, Bucky.” Steve closes his eyes as he leans against the wall, “You can’t tell me or anyone else where you’re going or where you’re taking her. I probably won’t be able to contact you so-” I’m leaving you with my girl alone with no contact from me or the team for weeks or months potentially, “- you gotta keep her safe. I’ve got some cash together for you to buy everything with that so you’re untraceable. Fury’s giving us more cash since we don’t know how long you’ll be away for.”

Bucky swears on his own life that he’d protect you with everything he has. Before Steve hangs up, Bucky says, “Steve, I just want you to know that no matter what happens... no matter what feelings arise... I won’t- I won’t do anything, I won’t act on anything, I won’t try and do anything about them...”

It’s the reassurance Steve needs and he feels a lot lighter now that Bucky’s said that. He smiles as he release a long breath, “I know you won’t, Bucky. I’ll see you soon.” Steve hangs up and walks back into the hospital room where Sam has Marvin Gaye playing quietly on his phone, “Do you just play Marvin Gaye to anyone in a hospital?”

Sam rolls his eyes, “It was too quiet, man! How did it go?”

“He’s onboard.”

Sam claps him on the shoulder, “You sure this is what you want? You know that I could take her or you could and I could hold the fort?”

Steve sighs, “It has to be him.” He shrugs, “I... I can only hope that nothing happens but god knows... All I know is that she’ll be okay with him.” The pair look over you as Steve’s thoughts swirl. This might be one of the last times you’re together in a romantic sense, he doesn’t know if you’ll come back loving Bucky or hating him and it makes him feel sick at the thought but he’s okay with it. He wants you to be happy and if that means it’s with Buck, then so be it.

“Absolutely not.”

“(y/n), come on-”

“No, Steve!” Your voice is raising due to the sheer stupidity of his request, “You’re saying that because you’re being targeted that means I’m a target too, I understand that, but what I don’t understand is why you’re asking me to go live in a safe house with Bucky for god knows how long! He’s my soulmate, Steve, I- I can’t.”

“The plans have already been made.”

“Then unmake them!” You’re angry and he gets it and to be honest, he doesn’t want this to happen either but it has to. He’d told you the next morning when the drugs were completely out of your system. Sam was back at the apartment checking for bugs, just in case Rumlow’s gang planted some when they were in and then he’d take you back to the apartment for you to pack a bag, “I’m not going Steve.”

“Yes, you are.” He crosses his arms over his chest and looks at you with a furrowed brow. He understands that you’re an adult who can decide their own fate but Steve is choosing this one for you, “You might not understand right now but when you come out the other end of this safe then I hope you’ll understand then.”

You shake your head as tears threaten to fall. You’re angry at Steve, that he made this decision and you knew you would be going no matter what fight you put up. It annoyed you, made you feel small and made you feel like a child who couldn’t make their own decisions, “Not without you, Steve. Why can’t it be you?”

“I’m trying to keep the fight away from you,” he says softly, hand on top of yours, “Bucky’s the only way you’ll be kept safe.” Silence falls for a moment before he speaks again, “I know what this means. I know what this could mean for... for us. I know that you could come back in love with Bucky and he for you. I know that you could come back and break up with me on the spot... That’s a risk I am willing to take.”

You shake your head, “No,” you whisper, “I’m not willing to take that risk, Steve.” You could trust yourself, that wasn’t the issue. You knew that no matter what, you wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise your relationship with Steve. But... you and Bucky were soulmates and that had to be for a reason and it worried you that being alone with him for an unlimited amount of time would cause something to stir. You trusted yourself not to cheat on Steve but you didn’t trust your heart not to hurt Steve.

Steve crouched down beside the hospital bed and lifted your hand to his lips, “I know, sweetheart,” tears burned at his own eyes as he spoke to you, “I know the risk. I know that you could come back and we could break up instantly and if you want, we could break up right now so that whatever happens, you wouldn’t have to feel guilty about it-”

You swung your legs out of the bed, throwing your arms around him, “No,” you wept sadly into his shoulder, “that’s the last thing I want.”

He held you tightly, knowing that this very well could be one of the last times that the two of you had together in a relationship, “I’m doing this because I want to protect you, (y/n)… Bucky can protect you.”

“I-I love you, Steve,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. My god, how you loved him. He had changed your life, brought so much joy and happiness to it, “No matter what, I love you.” The two of you stayed like that for a long time, just needing to feel each other and needing to be with each other because... who knew what would happen over the course of the next few months?

With doctors granting you permission to leave the hospital and after having Sam debug the apartment, Steve took you home for your last night with him. The car ride to the apartment was quiet and your hand never left Steve’s as he drove you both home. You had relented with the decision, knowing full well that regardless of whether you said yes or no to leaving with Bucky, you would be going anyway. You and Steve had talked things over, about Steve’s duty to the job and to taking down Hydra, about Bucky and how he wasn’t going to overstep a line with you or anything like that. The pair of you spoke about the non-existent contact you’d have.

“Hopefully it won’t be too long,” Steve said, “maybe just a few weeks but these days, Hydra is everywhere and nowhere all in the one, it could be months. Bucky managed to find a safe house relatively quick. For obvious reasons, I don’t know where it is or what continent it’s on but he said that it’s secluded and it’s safe. He said that it comes with minimal furniture so tomorrow morning, you’ll leave.” You squeezed his hand tightly, not wanting to speak for fear of bursting into tears. Steve glanced over at you and gave you the tiniest of smiles. He lifted your hand and pressed a soft kiss to it.

When you reached the apartment complex, there were three black SUVs parked out front, Steve saw you looking, “SHIELD agents,” he told you, “We’ll have agents outside the apartment and one in each of our neighbour’s apartments.”

“Jeez,” you murmured, “I’m only here for one night, it’s like I’m a bloody Kardashian.”

Steve smiled slightly, glad to hear you make a joke, he wrapped an arm around you as you walked into the building, “Only the best for you, my love.”

You were rather apprehensive about going back into the apartment. It had been yours and Steve’s safe place and now... it seemed compromised almost. Steve seemed to pick up on your worry, “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said as he took the keys out of his pocket, “It’s been cleaned, debugged and also...” He unlocked the door to reveal red rose petals running from the front door into each room.

“Steve,” you whispered, looking at him with a smile. You walked into the apartment, hanging your coat up and kicking your shoes off. You followed the petals into the kitchen where there was a candlelit dinner waiting for the two of you.

“It’s not much but I had Nat come round and make it special since it’s our last night together.” Note; ‘last night together’ is different from ‘last night together for a while’. A pang of sadness shot through you, you leaned up to kiss him softly, whispering that you loved it.

“There’s a bath waiting for you if you want it. Some Chinese takeout if you’re hungry.”

You hugged him tightly, “Just hold me for a while.” So, the pair of you stood in the kitchen, holding each other in the dim light not knowing what would happen next. 

It was a few minutes later Steve tugged you to the kitchen table where you both sat down, “You remember our first night here?” He asked you as he handed you some take out cartons and began to eat.

You stifled a laugh, “Yeah, no electricity for three days and no hot water either!”

Steve laughed with you, taking a fork full of chow mein, “Yeah, having to eat Chinese take out on the floor with torches and candles all around us. Could’ve cried when the electricity finally turned on.”

You rolled your eyes, “You could have cried?! What the hell, Rogers? You teared up like you were watching your first born son marry!” 

The ice had been broken and the two of you could freely talk and laugh without boundaries. You both carried on as though it were a normal night, a date night with no mention As the night went on, you had a nice romantic bath as Steve cleaned the dishes and when you were finished, things ended in the bedroom.

You always loved laying on his chest, listening to the slow rhythmic beat of his heart and his steady breathing. Most people, if they knew it was their last night with someone would probably fuck until dawn but neither of you wanted that. You wanted nothing more than to lie with him, talking and just being there and being present. Steve wanted to hold you, wanted to tell you how much he cared and loved you and he just wanted to be with you.

“Whatever happens,” you said softly, “I just want you to know that this was real; this is real - that although we’re technically not soulmates, I truly believe that we are.”

Steve pulled you tighter into him, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I want you to know,” he said, “that no matter what feelings you start to have for Bucky, no matter how you feel towards me in the end up... I won’t blame you. I won’t expect you to love me like this on the other side. I won’t expect you to still want to be with me. I know that I’m forcing you into this situation and that kills me to do but I have to do it so whatever happens, it’s not your fault.”

You look up to him as you both whisper your confessions of undying love before kissing him gently. It’s a soft kiss, full of emotion and full of such sorrow. It’s a goodbye. You would say goodbye officially tomorrow but this was the real goodbye, this was the intimate goodbye, the letting go of the intertwined hearts and this was it. The kiss soon turned more passionate and then the two of you were confessing your love in the most intimate of ways.

“How are you feeling about all of this?” Natasha asked you as she sat on yours and Steve’s bed. You were in the process of packing your bags.

“I feel like I’m perpetually on the verge of tears,” you answered, as you folded some t-shirts and squeezed them into the bag, “It’s hard, you know? I understand why but my god, Nat, I hate this.”

Nat studied you carefully and you knew the question that was on her mind. What if you fall for Barnes? To be honest, it had been the question on everyone’s mind that morning.

“I’m shit scared,” you admitted to her, dropping the bag onto the bed beside her as you ran your hands through your hair, “I am terrified. I am so in love with Steve and what if I come back madly in love with Bucky? Or better yet, in love with the two of them?”

Nat stood up, placing a gentle hand on your arm, “Hey, whatever happens, it’s going to be okay. You can’t stress about something that might not even happen. You have to take it day by day and if you fall for him then so be it. If you don’t, great. If you’re in love with the two of them then that’s something you and Steve have to talk about and sort out when you’re back. Don’t stress about it now.” She pulled you in for a tight hug, a very un-Nat thing to do, “Just know that I’ll be helping Steve sort out the Hydra mess, I’ll keep his ass safe and in line and hopefully it won’t be too long before you’re allowed to come home.”

“Thanks, Nat.” The two of you pulled apart, “You’ll need to keep a diary or something to update me on everything I’ll miss... especially with you and a certain Dr Banner.” You placed your phone on top of the counter, you couldn’t take it for fear of tracking so there was no point in having it. You sighed as you placed it down.

Nat rolled her eyes, “Yeah right. Let’s get this wig sorted.”

The Avengers were never too good at disguises, it usually always consisted of sunglasses and a cap so, in order to hide your identity further, Nat had brought you a wig the opposite colour, cut and style to your hair just now and some contact lenses of a different colour to your natural eye colour.

After a few minutes, you looked in the mirror, staring at someone who looked like a stranger, “Oh god, I hate it.” The top you wore wasn’t at all flattering for your body type. You tugged it down, wishing that it wasn’t quite so figure hugging. You didn’t mind things that clung to your body, you’d worked through a lot of the body issues you had but the top was a horrid colour and paired with this hair and these contacts... you didn’t feel like a Kardashian anymore. 

Nat laughed, “That means it works. Honestly, you look fine, stop worrying... Let’s go show the boys.”

You walked into the living room with your packed bags to see Sam and Steve standing talking. Steve smiled when he looked at you, “You look... interesting.”

“Shut it, Rogers.”

“I mean, it definitely works because I look at you and I don’t see (y/n), I see a complete stranger,” Sam offered.

“You ready?” Steve asked softly, taking the bags from you, “Got everything?” You nodded, murmuring a ‘think so’. He smiled and pulled an envelope out of his back pocket, “I wrote this letter this morning. I want you to read it when it’s time...” Your confused expression made him explain further, “I want you to read this letter when you start to feel things... things for Bucky. If that happens.” You took a breath, mind whirring with the possible things that could be in that letter,  “You’ll know when to read it.”

It was then that there was a knock on the door. Sam answered it to see Bucky Barnes standing wearing a cap and, you guessed it, sunglasses. He wore leather gloves to cover his metal hand and carried a bag over his shoulder. He lifted the sunglasses to look at you, “Ready?”

Oh god, it’s happening.

“I don’t want to cry because I’m scared of the contact lenses,” you whimpered as tears threatened to fall. You hugged Nat and Sam, thanking them for their help, before Steve said that he’d walk out with you both. He picked up your bags and the three of you left the apartment to the black car that was outside. Bucky packed the three bags in the trunk before hugging Steve.

You couldn’t hear what the two of them said in the brief encounter but you supposed that it would be Bucky reassuring Steve that you’d be safe and that he wouldn’t act on any feelings that may grow. Steve clapped him on the shoulder and Bucky got into the driver’s seat of the car.

Steve turned to you and wrapped you in his arms. God, you just wanted to cry. You wished that you didn’t have to go, you wished that you could just stay with him but you couldn’t. You had to leave. They’d already gotten to you once and Steve wouldn’t dare let it happen again.

“I love you,” you told him softly, “I love you so much, Steve. I-I love you.”

He held you tighter, “I love you, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be okay. I’ll get this sorted so that you can come home to me.” You pulled back and he brushed your cheek, wiping your tear gently, “No matter what happens, it’s okay.” You hugged him again before he leaned down and kissed you softly. Bucky, who had been watching in the rear view mirror, looked away, “Goodbye, (y/n).”

“Goodbye, Steve.” He opened your car door and you slid inside.

“Thank you, Buck,” Steve said, clearing his throat, “Be safe.” He closed the door and Bucky started the engine, pulling out of the apartment complex. Your eyes were trained on the spot where Steve was, watching as he got smaller and smaller until you couldn’t see him anymore. It was only when he was out of sight that you allowed yourself to really break. Fuck the contact lenses, I’m too sad to care. 

Bucky glanced at you as he drove, feeling a pang of sadness for you as you wept in the seat beside him. He knew that part of the reason you were so upset was because it was him that was taking you, had he not been your soulmate you would have probably been okay but because he was your soulmate, it filled you to the brim with worry, guilt and pure sadness. All he could do was drive. Nothing he could say could help you. He reached to his side, taking a pack of tissues from the door’s compartment before handing them to you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, taking them from him. He couldn’t do much to help but he had done enough to make you feel comforted and to make you feel as though you weren’t alone. You wiped your eyes as you stared out of the window, wondering where the next few weeks would take you.

[stuckybarton]

Sucker For Pain i

SUMMARY: You were new to the team, but what everyone didn't know was you weren't so new to the God of Mischief. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Ex!Reader [Ex to Lovers again?] WARNINGS: Profanities. Suggestive Themes. Slight Angst and horrible self-image. Grammar Mistakes. English not being my first language. [Not Beta’d tho] WORDS: 2,956 CHAPTERS: [1/3] A/N; Life happened and yeah, didn’t have much time to write. Not my best work for this mini-series, but I’m fighting through for this. Hope you guys enjoy~

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"Agent Y/N Y/L/N." You introduced yourself the first moment you were escorted into the compound by Director Nick Fury. Multiple sets of faces both new and old had come to greet you. For a moment you wouldn't even believe that this is was the new life you would find yourself to be a part of from now on.

Years in the job for SHIELD before disappearing off the grid to get as much information about HYDRA, everyone had thought you had betrayed them and you had accepted that they would think so lowly of you after all the near-deaths you had to endure on the job. Even with the mission becoming more of a death wish, you had accepted the role Nick had given you all those years ago and now you were rewarded, immensely. A spot on the Avengers as part of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

The familiar face of Nat was the first to greet you with a hug. A fiercely tight one, it had been so long since you've seen a friend. Then your eyes fell towards the rest of the team; Bucky Barnes, who you had a few close encounters with during your time with HYDRA. You had witness everything they had done to him and stood on trail to clean his name. Steve Rogers, who, with Sharon Carter, had assisted in guarding Steve while SHIELD was still under HYDRA's control. But among the familiar faces, one stood out the most.

Loki Laufeyson.

To many, the man was a snake, a God that had once brought death and destruction in New York. But to you, he was different, this was the man that you had spent your lonely nights with while under the guise of a traitor. It had once just been a physically thing between the two of you, neither wanting to know about each other's lives. You knew he was a God, a man that had wronged the world, but he had never known about you, the woman that had painted yourself as a traitor for the better of the world. The one that had been called every name on the book for the sake of making sure you did your part right.

Then it got serious between the two of you. Admission of love was told between both of your lips. But it was dangerous for you two to be together especially when you were already told by Fury that you can come back to the surface. You didn't know what side he was on, and you did not have the heart to make him choose if the time would come.

So you two parted. A month ago. The pain still throbbing you like an unattended bullet hole right through your heart. It was still so painful to look at him and not remember him crumbling on his knees begging you to stay. The first sob that escaped his lips and forever haunted your dreams. A never-ending loop in the back of your head as your demons screamed at you for breaking an already broken man.

"I for one am happy you're finally here. Another woman to add to an already Man's Man world in the compound." Nat teased glancing towards the other individuals that had come to know the new face. "With introductions out of the way, you've got a lot of explaining to do for the past few years."

You could only smile at your friend. You did have so much to explain to her, things had been murky between you and Clint, but after everything, Nat had refused to believe you would betray them, betray her, and it was finally a relief to be able to return back home, seeing the people that mean the most to you.

"Tell me about it." You muttered allowing Nat to quickly pull your away from the crowd, but it missed your eyes how he was still looking. Ice blue eyes a contract to the burning gaze he had towards you.

Forget about him. Forget about him. You were here for a new opportunity. No him. Never him.

For the next few weeks, everyone had grown to accept you in your new role as part of the Avengers. You kept up with Steve, Bucky, and Sam during their runs. Sam more than happy to finally have someone that had the same pace as him, but only for you to laugh and out run him just to get a reaction out of the high flier. Tony and Bruce had also found a kinship in you, having provided them enough information about HYDRA's experiments and location made most of their missions easier. Then there was Nat and Clint, your confidant in this new life. Every single moment that was not dedicated to a mission was spent with them; may it be movie night or a simple get together outside the compound, often times bringing Wanda and Vision along just to mess with you and call you a 5th wheel of the group.

But among number of members on the team, everyone had noticed you constantly avoided one Thor Odinson and one Loki Laufeyson. The only real time you would even dare talk to either of the brothers would be during training--other than that, you tried your best to avoid them, Loki most especially. Every single moment that would force the two of you to be in the same room, Loki had a glare while you tried your best to avoid his gaze.

Everyone noticed, everyone didn't seem to worry too much. It comes with having a former-villain part of the team. They thought you would eventually get used to the God's presence just as much as they did.

"You ever gonna tell me what's going on between you and Loki?" Nat inquired avoiding your punch.

What you hated the most about sparring with Nat was her capability of multitasking. Talking and snooping about someone else's business while also kicking their ass in the process--this was the predicament you were in right in this very moment.

"Nothing is going on." You muttered landing back first on the mat after being thrown like a rag doll by Nat. Eyes looking at the ceiling, you wondered if it was a good idea to actually come clean to her about her past with the God of Mischief. "I know what he's done to New York and I think you can't blame me for taking precaution when it comes to him."

Nat now comes hovering on top of you, the narrowed eyes and gentle smirk was all you needed to know--she knew it was bullshit. But when she had stopped pushing you for more information, it was enough for you to just change the subject.

"They found Dominic?" You inquired. One of the first big missions that everyone was focusing on was one of the leading Scientist for HYDRA. With the exposure of HYDRA to the world, some of them had moved away and found themselves in much shadier company, much to everyone's radar now spiking.

Dominic Wagner was, in part, partially responsible for the Winter Soldier program in the modern era. One of the pioneers in moving the project into a much younger sets of test subjects. You lost contact with the man as soon as your got back into the surface, but it had also meant a target was on your back when they found out you were a double agent.

"He's in Russia. Wasting away all the funding for the program with parties" Nat points out. "Still a better way to spend the money that abducting kids everywhere."

You nodded, memories of files upon files for the prospects still haunted you to this day.

"When are you taking him out?" You inquired. In your time with the SHIELD, the red in both of your ledger had made you two a hot commodity if the situation present itself as shoot to kill. Neither of you would hesitate. You knew you would now, after everything, but if it means one less bad people in this earth, you would swallow your new morals.

"Fury wants him alive." She pointed out finally standing back up to her own two feet, leaving you on your back, staring at the ceiling in deep thought. "I know as much as you do, we want him dead for everything he has done, but we need him alive so we can get the others."

You nodded, this was one of the few things you had to get used to as part of the team. Death was best solution in SHIELD--at least in your team, not here. As long as you were part of Steve's team, you would need to choose whether or not killing would be the best option. Hope that you weren't so blessed to be given in your time under.

"I get a first shot when we don''t have any use of him anymore." You muttered finally standing back up with Nat's help. Steps faltering at the sight of the God of Mischief, training with the likes of Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes. A weird mix up, but wasn't hard to understand why.

"Why don't you shoot your shots with him for now." Nat teased, finally making you break from staring at the plain black shirt and green sweatshort-clad Loki Laufeyson. "If we try to ignore the death count during his attack, he is sort-of your type in men." Nat wiggled her brows. quick to avoid you as you attempted to swat her in the ass, eyes now turned away from God and his training partners.

"By type, you mean psychotic with possible Daddy-issue? Then you might just be right." You snort.

"I'm offended you think of me as such, Darling"

Jerking your head to the owner of the voice, how the hell did he sneak up behind you without you noticing. You glanced at Nat in panic and like the traitor that she was, made a terrible excuse of being needed in Bruce's lab. Now being left in the man's presence, you could all but remember the last time you had been this close to the man.

Heartbreaks.

Words that you didn't mean.

Words that he didn't mean.

It still hurt you, and you were sure it hurts him just as much, if not more now, finally realizing why there had been a need for a breakup between the two of them all those weeks ago.

"Here I thought I would have someone to trust. You mortals continue to disappoint me." He hissed.

Your eyes glanced at the other training trio, noticing all three of them were in their own little world to even noticed what was going on between the two of them.

"Tell me, Darling..." He whispered, head leaning towards the shell of your ears. The familiar shiver run through your skin as just his voice. Memories of the very things his silver tongue had whispered had you flustered and breathless, more than from your earlier training with Nat. "Was it satisfying to play with a God?"

Before you could even mutter a word, his constantly gentle hand now covered your jaw, emitting a squeak from your lips and stopping you from saying a word. He was never this forceful, nor did he do anything that would hurt you. Was this the true nature of the man you had finally thought you have been the best part of you. To have loved a man that everyone was right to stay away from?

"Or is it shame finally coming to you, to be ever involved with someone like me?"

You tried to pry his hand away from you, but he was too strong--stronger than you could ever think of being.

"Or is this you taking your opportunity to move from one bed to another? Who will it be this time, Y/N? My oaf of a brother or will it be Soldier out of time? Who will you whore this time?"

And you finally snapped. With a resounding slap, all three individuals had heard your attack on the man and Loki finally releasing his hold on your jaws. A chuckle escaped his lips and only brought the first line of tears to fall from your eyes. You never wanted to believe him to be a monster, but here he was, proving her wrong.

"I am in doubt of the foundation of our relationship for the past years, Y/N. I am the God of Mischief and Lies and the only mortal I had ever truly opened to had done this to me. Lied to me for such a long time, lied about the entirety of our relationship."

"You will never understand."

"Oh no," he chuckled darkly, eyes glaring straight into your own. "I understand well enough to know, you would never love someone like me and I deserve every lie and heartache I am enduring because of everything I have ever done in my past."

Before you could defend yourself and the genuinity of your relationship with the God, he had made his excuse. Leaving you to ponder of the true damage of your breakup with Loki, and the aftermath it had now held for the both of you. He was right, you had lied, and either way, their relationship will fall apart because of those lies.

He was the God of Mischief and Lies.

Yet, he did not expect for this biggest lie to break him the most. The separation had been painful, he had always hoped for a better life with you. Then a month passed since your breakup, he sees you, it hits him like a sharp knife to the chest all over again. He experience the pain of a stab to the chest, but it would never compare to the pain of seeing you in this very compound with the truth of your life that you refused to ever open to him.

This was karma coming to haunt him it seems.

It had been well over a week now since the first time he had actually confronted you about everything. It wasn't how he planned for things to go through. He never wanted to hurt you, but he was a monster after all. A monster that his own father had told his people to avoid. A bedtime story to scare mischievous kids into submission.

He had always thought after everything he had to endure, had to do, had to escape, he could finally live a peaceful life. A life to finally start anew. A life where he could finally change for the best. A mortal woman had made him make those ideas come into reality, you had always became the reason why he would never have his redemption in life.

A bitter idea with no possible resolution.

How could he have ever believed that anyone would ever love someone like him? After everything he had ever done, he was never allowed to be loved. You had proved that somehow.

'Mr. Laufeyson, you are needed for a meeting with the team'

Breaking from his little bubble. He sighed finally returning back to reality, into the little comforts the library could give him. The week had been gruelling for him, three individual witnessed the altercation between himself and you. It had spread like wildfire, but thanking the Gods that no one was able to listen to the conversation.

He had to endure most of the questioning. In everyone's eyes, he was, after all, still under everyone's constant scrutiny. A man that no one could trust. But he refused to say a single word knowing you did the same thing. It was better to keep your mouth shut instead of letting people know exactly what had happened. Somehow that brought a smile on his face. He might not share a future with you, but might as well make the most out of making your life a living hell, as much you did it to him.

Shutting the book he was barely even reading, he placed the book back into the shelf before walking his way towards the meeting room.

He could easily teleport, but he preferred to enjoy his moments of peace without his oaf of a brother breathing down his neck or Stark constantly testing his patience with his quips. It also gave him a moment to school his features, he knew well enough about the mission to know you would also be in attendance. Be more invested in this mission than anyone else.

It was a few things he was relearning about you now that you were out in the open as everyone claims you to be. You were a free spirited being that could meld with anyone you were in the area with. He had watched you throw relentless jabs at Tony during your first few days that had the man surprisingly raise a white flag. But the most dangerous thing he had to learn was the familial relationship you had with one Natasha Romanoff and Clint Burton, two people that he kept his distance with the most.

"Professor Snape has finally graced us with his presence."

Loki has learned since joining the team to choose his battle when it comes to Tony. This was one of those moment. Finding a vacant chair besides his brother, he had taken his seat. A big mistake on his part as he finds from across the table, you sat. In between a glaring Romanoff and Barton.

Wearing a smirk, just to get on the two super spies' nerve, he turned his attention right back into the meeting. He begins formulating a few little schemes to not only get on the two's nerved, but most especially yours.

[leonicscorpio]

Batboy Headcanons because I made this for me but you all can enjoy this too if want. (May contain mild NSFW)

Dick:

Has a weird relationship with unwanted gaze and the attention he receives because of his physique. He genuinely likes the attention but he draws the line when people start getting touchy. Just because he's shirtless working out doesn't mean he gave you consent to touch him.

Has good dieting skills but he's in his mid-late 20's and his metabolism has 0 signs of slowing down. He once ate a whole xl bag of M&M's in front of Steph and Babs and both said they wanted to murder him because he won't gain a pound.

Dick has ADHD and I'm sorry if you don't think otherwise. He has hyperactive type ADHD and while he's gotten better at controlling his symptoms he still stims stretching and flexing his arms and shaking his arms.

While not so much in Gotham, Dick is very politically active and volunteers at voter registration and working with organizations with the mission of police demilitarization in Blüdhaven.

Dick is a very sexually driven individual. However, I don't think it's entirely healthy. His ADHD also comes into play with this but Dick just needs to have a release at least twice a day or he'll feel physically sick.

I don't know if you all have seen male gymnasts. But Dick, like the rest of them, has FREAKSISHLY large biceps. Everyone talks about Dick has the best ass in the bat family and while Jason may be larger and stronger, Dick has the best physique.

Dick's apartment is littered with sticky notes in places such as the fridge/in front of his computer. If it's not written down and in a place where he can't ignore it, it's not going to get done.

I'm sorry I know everyone says his birthday is in March but I have to go to the older Nightwing comics and say his Birthday is December 1st. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn't give off Sagittarius energy. You can't. I respect you but you can't look at that and tell me that man isn't a Sagittarius or has super heavy Sag in his birth chart.

Dick's at home doing nothing but chilling? You best believe he's gonna be shirts off, tits out, and rocking some blue flannel PJ's.

Dick is currently the only member of the family asides from Barbara who is regularly attending therapy. And he actively encourages each of his brothers and sisters to go every time.

After his Agent 37 days. He sits down with Jason and talks about having to use a gun and how hard it was. And how having to kill people has affected him. When he had to kill the KGBeast (Agent 37 days he snapped his neck) I headcanon Dick just trauma v*mit*d. Jason hugged him and just consoled him.

It's canon that Dick has anger issues but to me, it's not explored or talked about enough and not a lot of people like to talk about it. Dick is very much the 'if I ignore it it'll go away' type when it comes to his anger and he can brush most insults or harassment off fine enough. But when he breaks, he makes Jason look like a saint. I'm talking slamming you into a wall and screaming in your face angry. He'll be profusely apologetic afterward but still.

Despite popular belief, I don't think he's that bad of a cook. He's just not very experimentative. He can follow a recipe and does look at some guides. But to me, Dick Grayson just is that guy who is like Chicken veggies and rice are a meal that I can cook 4-6 times a week.

Dick has a slight fear of dentists. He doesn't have bad teeth and has good dental health. He just doesn't like the idea of a drill going in his mouth and the few times Bruce has to take him to a dentist he had a panic attack every time.

Everyone lives for the fics where Jason beats the shit out of Tim and everyone is just like lol well Bruce and Dick just forgives him. No. When Dick found out it was Jason who beat Tim to the ground, Dick was literally seething and told Jason "Pick on someone your own size or else I'll make you wish you back in that f'ing coffin."

Dick's favorite foods (some based in Canon*): Milk Chocolate*, Cereal*, Asparagus, Bananas, Banana flavored candy, Hawaiian Pizza* (suffer its canon) Rum, thanksgiving Turkey.

Jason:

He may be the self-diagnosed black sheep (rightfully so) of the family, but Jason does genuinely love spending time with his siblings. Whether it be sharing memes with them on social media or just randomly showing up where they are and abducting them to go get ice cream/coffee/snacks.

He'd probably attempt to harm you if you told him this to his face. But he is the closest acting to Bruce out of all of the family. In terms of mannerisms and inherent warmth and kindness behind a dark façade.

Has two moods: either exceptionally, almost neat-freak levels of clean, or his life is completely falling apart and Jason can't tell you for sure what color his floors are because there's so much stuff scattered about.

Despite their initial hatred of each other, Jason truly feels closest to Tim and Tim is the only person asides from maybe Barbra who he can just talk to without feeling any judgment.

Jason only smokes when he's extremely nervous about an operation or a hit. For those who don't know criminal justice cigarettes are the fastest way to get genetic material on someone. That being said he does still like to smoke occasionally.

Me, plus a lot of people give him this sort of 'Lazarus Rage' as I like to call it. When he's in the heat of a mission or if he's getting upset/angry his vision will get blurred with green, and it feeds on his anger and just gets perpetually harder to contain until he releases it. Jason has gotten much better at controlling it. But as he will tell Tim or Babs, he's "seeing green" which means they need to be careful because Jason could kill.

Everyone says Dick is the mother hen. I see you, I accept you, but let me raise you. Jason came to realize that he died because of his rash decision to go after The Joker alone. If Jason finds any of his siblings out acting alone, or even at the very least without Oracle. Jason WILL forcefully interject himself and ask them what the fuck they think their doing.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Trying to get close to Jason is hard. He will degrade you can attempt to try to get you to hate him before he lets you in (that cheeky Tsun of him)

He genuinely cares for and supports all of his siblings but has been rough on them needlessly. But if Bruce is being the distant or absent parent he is, you better believe if any of the siblings drops him a text or a call, Jason will be there in a heartbeat.

He's the most physically powerful of the whole Bat Family. You don't understand because of his time in the League, his time with the All-Caste, and having abused Venom for a time, he can snap an arm bone like it's a carrot with little effort.

Everyone in the family likes dogs and goes out of their way to gush over a dog, but Jason takes it to a whole new level. And even when he's masked up dogs just gravitate to Jason.

Can and has grown a beard in a matter of a few days. He usually likes to be clean shaven but some days he likes to wear a beard just to throw everyone off.

One time him, Steph, Tim, and Duke all went to a restaurant (Red Robin lol) and the waitress got his order wrong and his burger had raw tomatoes on it, Jason took the tomatoes off and ate it while looking absolutely miserable. Tim: Jay why did you eat that you didn't have to you know you could have asked the server to fix your burger. Jason, almost in tears: "She works really hard and she tried and I'm a scary dude I don't want to make her upset.." Duke: "... Jason you literally shot at a cop for looking at you funny the other day. But you're afraid of upsetting a waitress?!? I mean ACAB but dude.. "

Jason's happiest big brother moment™ was taking Tim and Damian to the shooting range and watching them both get their first bullseye.

You can't tell me Jason Todd was into the Emo/Screamo/Warped-Tour Scene. His favorite bands/Albums in no particular order, That's the Spirit (Literally the whole album is Jason Themed and I'm gonna die on this hill) & Sempiternal by Bring me the Horizon, Digital Renegade & Everyone's Safe in the Treehouse by I See Stars, The Resistance: Rise of the Runaways by Crown the Empire,

Jason Todd's favorite foods: (Also some based in Canon*) Burgers, Chili Dogs*, Lager-style beers, Freshly baked bread*, Neopolitan ice cream, grilled corn, and Chinese Chicken noodle soup with Duck.

Tim:

This boy *slaps car roof* gives off so much asexual energy. I know New 52 exists but I just feel like Tim is the person who really, REALLY has to trust you and like you before he's sexually active with you.

HYPERFIXATES. You also can't tell me Tim isn't on the spectrum/or has ADHD.

Is the only member of the family who regularly checks up on Jason and talks to him every day via text message. The two are memelords together and love to play pranks on the other members.

While Dick may give the most frequent hugs and Jason gives the tightest, most secure hugs, Tim's hugs are always the warmest and make you just feel good.

Tim's birthday is July 19th. Meaning he's a Cancer. Let that sink in.. no, really let that information just soak. (Note I have nothing against Cancer women, cancer men however....)

All of the bat boys really struggle with talking about their feelings. Dick will manipulate you into changing the subject via twisting it to be about you, Jason will just cut you off or will ignore you, Damian will deflect everything and harass you until you stop, Tim however, Tim is very emotional and while he's very calculated about who he's emotional with, he's not afraid to break down and cry if he trusts you.

Everyone who says he's the level headed Robin haha how's it feel to be WRONG. Tim is at best the least functional college student and at worst a lemming. 'No Tim, coffee isn't a meal I'm going to make you some food or I'm going to stick you in a room with Damian for an hour.' Richard (Dick) John Grayson.

People overblow how addicted to caffeine Tim is. But it's true. Just overblown. You can talk to him before he's had his caffeine just don't expect him to be anything but curt and blunt.

Everyone says Jason would be the worst at texting but it's Tim. He's the master of leaving you on read. While Jason may do it on purpose, Tim is just really bad at texting people and while he always will read your messages he forgets to respond unless it's really funny or really pressing.

Everyone sees Tim as this bean pole super skinny boy Robin. Tim may not be stacked like Dick or a freaking tank like Jason, but Tim is NOT super skinny. He's just as muscular and likes to work out as anyone, but he just is super lean, so he looks a lot bigger and his muscles are more defined because of how thin his skin is. He has those almost disgusting spider veins on his arm. Kind of gross to look at, but he's the dream of any nurse. This means Tim is also the king of accidentally sending/posting thirst traps.

He really is the glue of the Bat Family. Everyone kidnaps Tim for 'Tim Time'.

Dick likes to spar with and in general just hang out with Tim. Tim tried to teach Dick how to skateboard and you'd think the boy who mastered the trapeze would know how to skateboard but you'd be wrong.

Babs and Tim always hang out and talk about computer stuff and Babs knows she can vent to Tim about anything and he won't say a word.

Tim and Steph were a thing for a while and even though they're just friends now, they still are very close and the two have a very deep bond, liking to shop with each other and watch movies,

Cass just loves to be around Tim because of how calming he is but also she knows she can spar with him AND Cass can also skateboard with Tim too.

Even though him and Damian are always fighting, the two still end up being together and have this unspoken bond. They work great together on a team but other than that they still hate each other.

And while everyone still is hesitant around Jason, and despite the fact that Jason literally beat Tim to within an inch of his life, AND would still trigger Tim and taunt him about it. The two have this odd closeness that rivals even him and Steph. Tim will always be the first to bat for Jason. Jason was Tim's Robin. And despite the fact Jason literally beat it into Tim's head to "never meet your heroes." Tim will always be there for Jason should he ask. The two are just close. And it's hard to describe. Bruce has caught Tim and Jason just platonically sleeping next to each other or just doing their own things shoulder to shoulder silently, just enjoying each other's company.

Tim and Duke also have a really positive relationship with one another and the two can stay up all night just talking about anything. Their minds just mesh well together. The two also love to team up and prank the other members of the Batman Family.

Tim's favorite ASMR/Stim? Watching those Tik Toks of people cleaning computers or cleaning phones. The sound of an air duster is like music to his ears and if any of the Bats need their technology cleaned it secretly makes Tim so happy to help them.

Wear his hair up or wear his hair down? It depends! While Tim likes his long hair he also has gotten plenty of compliments for his short hair and likes to style it to suit any occasion.

My one pet-peeve with Tim is that he probably is that person who lets his privilege show from time to time. While he was essentially raised to just sit down, shut up, and be a perfect trophy son to the Drake's. The Drake's were in the same tax bracket as Bruce and Tim definitely was a rich kid. He never means to come across as spoiled, but sometimes Jason will give him harsh looks if Tim just throws away food he doesn't like or says things like Chipotle is 'poor people food'

Tim Drake's favorite foods (you know by now*) Donuts*, Shallot and Artichoke Pizza with Canadian Bacon* (odd choice but it could work) Artichokes in general are his favorite vegetable, Strawberries, and Beef Pho.

Damian:

I headcanon that he has the worst teeth of all of the Bat Boys and he actually has to use lingual braces. (Hence why you can't see his braces)

Canonically is a very good artist and while him and Tim don't get along, Tim introduced Damian to digital art and gave him a photoshop pack and a nice tablet for his birthday one year and Damian loved it so much.

Damian is a capricorn and I will die on this hill. A January capricorn too.

Now you want a good chef? You've got Damian. Having converted to veganism Damian has had to get creative whenever he goes out to eat so he tends to like to eat more home cooked foods. Damian loves all matters of mushrooms, eggplant, and bell peppers.

Damian really struggles the most with his wanting to just be a normal kid. Despite the fact he will dismiss you for it, anytime he gets to spend at Gotham Academy with Jon and the rest of the kids he's naturally the happiest.

Damian LOVES to give gifts. He loves the look on people's faces when they are shocked when they actually get something from Damian.

Despite the fact that he's been traumatized from both his times with Ra's and Talia as well as with Bruce. He just wants Bruce and Talia to be together because he loves them both equally.

While he's the least flexible and least gymnastic of the Robins do let your guard down around him. He is the fastest runner and the guy is rivaled only by Jason in terms of lethality.

So someone (Jason Todd & Duke Thomas) introduced Damian to trap music and ever since anytime his phone gets stolen people will be shocked to find he's listening to some combination of Lil' Yachty, X, Kendrick Lamar, Wiz, and Kodak.

If any random person tries to hug Damian he'll immediately push them away, he'll bitch and moan about just about anyone hugging him other than Bruce & Dick.

Damian loves to go to the beach/the ocean. He just thinks it's so vast and he loves the brineness of the air. Also being half white, quarter middle-eastern and quarter Chinese (Yes everyone forgets Talia is half Chinese) Damian gets DARK. And although he's just okay as a swimmer he still likes bogeyboarding and eventually wants to learn how to surf.

I'm genuinely afraid once Puberty is done with this kid and everyone in the family is. He has Bruce Wayne AND Talia Al-Ghouls genes and those are two SEXY human beings. Damian's gonna grow a beard one day and people aren't going to know how to act.

Damian secretly plays Fortnight and not even Jon knows. He doesn't want to get shamed. He'd rather lose a match and ruin his streaks than deal with the shame of anyone in that family finding out he plays Fortnight.

Damian Wayne's favorite foods (canon*) Cereal*, Avocados, Grilled Tempeh, his mom's Tabbouleh, Mushroom Tacos, and Vegan Sushi rolls, and grape juice.

Duke Thomas

Duke is like, freakishly good with a piano, and he picked it up naturally!

Also everyone says Tim brews the best pot of coffee in the Bat Family, cue to everyone's surprise when Tim was sick one day and couldn't make a pot. Only to find the coffee was freaking amazing. Duke didn't take any credit at first until Alfred let it slip that Duke was the one who brewed the pot.

Duke being the only Meta of the family originally thought he was the double-token because he was a Meta and a black boy. Needless to say his fears were seriously unfounded the moment he got to know everyone.

Although he somewhat fears Jason and his temper initially, he and Jason have one of the closest relationships in the family. If Tim isn't around to bat for Jason, Duke will happily take his spot. The two work on each other's bikes and grew to share the same taste in music.

Duke uses his Photokenetic powers as a force for good and for shenanigans. Jason wants to play a prank on Dick and Damian while Dick is reading Damian a story? Duke will hide Jason in the shadows and will cover up his shadow. Alfred dropped something in the dark? You better believe Duke will find it in 3 seconds or less.

Duke makes it a point to visit his parents every weekend to talk to them. Although they are making some progress in their recoveries, it's still slow going. Eventually, he starts bringing members of the family to see his parents. It started with Cass, then Jason, and the rest followed suit.

Duke loves playing video games with Damian and even helps Damian beat some tougher levels when Damian is about to rage and destroy the console.

Duke is into Magic the Gathering and you cannot tell me otherwise. Duke also is the DM for the Bat Kids annual D&D games. I can and will make a D&D Batfam Headcanons if asked.

Loves Pho just as much as Cass and Tim and they all call it a date night every now and then where they can go to a hole in the wall pho place. It's really a secret between the three of them.

DUKE THOMAS IS THE BEST SWIMMER OF THE BAT BOYS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. HE JUST THRIVES IN THE WATER.

Finding out his birth father is a supervillain was really tough for him. He went into a shell for a little bit afterwards. Cass and Steph were there to help talk him out of his funk.

Duke Thomas's favorite foods (lol what canon DC hasn't acknowleged our boy in a while..) Chicken Pho, Thai Iced Tea, Papaya, Crab Cakes, Italian Hoagies, his mom's Lemon Poundcake, mint chocolate chip ice cream.

I hope y'all enjoyed! Up next (eventually) will be the Bat Girls!

[mellowpiepizzalamp]

Coming home

Summary: Bucky’s coming home from Wakanda, it’s a surprise

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, my rubbish writing (it’s a warning)

Word count: ~1500 words

“y/n wake up, go to bed.” She opened her eyes and looked into a pair of striking blue ones, just not the ones she missed. 

“I can’t sleep Steve,” she murmured groggily. 

“Well, you seemed pretty much asleep on the couch a moment ago.” She wiggled around on the couch, trying to find a good position to drift off again in. 

“y/n talk to me, please?” he asked. 

“No.” she sighed. 

“Then listen,” he said and sat next to her curled up form. 

“Like I have a choice.” 

“Yes you do, you can walk away, but I’ll follow you everywhere except if you go to bed,” he said. 

“I know you’re having a rough time right now, but the team and I are worried about you. You go to your room every night and say you’ll go to sleep, but you don’t. We installed bed checks for a reason, but as soon as we did it I find you on the couch thirty minutes later. You’re like a 25-year-old teenager.” He gave her a stern, but worried look. 

“Well at least I was a teenager five years ago and not 90 years ago,” she said with a nasty glare. 

“I will accept that one from you because you just woke up and are not doing well, but that hurt. You know he asked us to do our best to keep you happy and healthy, and we’re trying, but you make it hard for us,” he said and offered a nicer look. 

“Well if I’m such a bitch why don’t you go and leave too?” she snapped. 

“y/n calm down, you know he didn’t leave because of you,” Steve said and was cautious to put his hand on her knee. 

“I know, I’m sorry. Shouldn't have said that but you are old,” she said with a slight grin. 

“Theoretically, basically I’m still 27.” 

“Wouldn’t be so sure about that Steve, is that a grey hair I see there?” she laughed. 

“Good to have you back grump,” he smiled. 

They sat in silence together, but it made room for her self destructive thoughts again and tears started to well in her eyes. 

“C’mere, it’s going to be okay,” he soothed and gently let her come in for a hug. 

“I just wish he’d come back, soon,” she sniffed. The two eventually fell asleep like that and when Steve’s natural clock woke him up, he walked you to your room and put you to bed before going for the rest of his routine.

***

Three weeks after that, the two-year mark hit of Bucky’s ‘trip’ to Wakanda and it totally threw y/n off again. 

Since then, Tony had come up with a plan to fix her sleep schedule with melatonin, first building it up and falling into a rhythm, then gradually taking less and less while keeping the rhythm. It worked. 

But now y/n had just woken up and wasn’t even dressed. She’d just opened her eyes before stepping onto the cold floor while looking for her fuzzy socks. 

She fixed the twisted flannel bottoms and old shirt she wore and shoved her glasses onto her nose before walking downstairs with her hair still a literal mess. 

The team was used to it by now and she didn’t really give a shit anymore. She got greeted with good mornings from the team, but she only replied when she had her first sip of coffee. 

Nat had prepared it for her as usual, it was a simple thing she did for y/n as she really felt for her. Plus she was nothing without her coffee in the morning and Nat knew that as they grew really close over time. y/n wasn’t part of the team, at least, she didn’t go on missions. 

She was actually a teacher but lived at the compound because of Bucky and it was actually closer to her school. She heavily overslept but it was a Friday and that was her day off. 

Out of the whole team she was closest to Steve, Sam and Nat, and Bucky of course but again, he wasn’t here. Wanda and Vision recently moved out and lived in their own home nearby. 

Pepper and Tony didn’t live here either but were still over most of the time due to obvious reasons. But today it was just Nat, Steve, Sam, Clint, Bruce, Rhodes and surprisingly Peter. 

The tension was high in the room as everyone was looking at her with a grin that hid something but didn’t give away anything. 

“What?” she asked. 

“Nothing,” Nat said and elbowed Sam who was starting to snort. y/n just rolled her eyes and started to prepare her breakfast. 

She made her famous eggs, famous for them being delicious and everyone’s favourite. She put them on toast with raw salmon, chives, and some other special, and secret, herbs. 

She plated the four toasts, knowing she wouldn’t eat them all herself, and walked over to the table with the book she was reading. Nat sat next to her and without looking up she handed half of a toast to her, knowing she was ogling her eggs. 

“You’re a goddess,” she said and kissed her cheek before biting down on the eggs. 

“Hey y/n, have I told you how lovely you look this fine morning,” Clint tried and got a glare from her. She looked over her glasses with her morning eyes and handed the other half of Nat’s part. 

“Thanks, beautiful,” he winked. Nat grinned at his actions and shook her head before continuing on with her eggs. She eventually was left with one toast left, as she gave a whole one to Steve and his “I need more food than a normal person” excuse. 

After breakfast, she graded some papers before she was dragged away from her desk by Sam and Nat and blindfolded. 

“Guys, can I take this damn thing off? I can barely walk properly when I can see.” Nat held her arm to guide her outside where they waited as one of Tony’s new jets landed almost silently and Nat took off the blindfold. 

About thirty meters away the jet landed with the opening facing the compound. The plank lowered and revealed Bucky with the rest of the team. 

He looked so good, his hair was up in a bun and he wore dark wash jeans, a tight t-shirt with a leather jacket. Overall he looked healthy and happy as he saw his team. y/n covered her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. 

Bucky started to walk down towards them and y/n got a little push from the whole team behind her, softly saying “go” before she started walking. She walked before she started running as Bucky opened his arms and she jumped into them, clinging on like a koala. 

His strong arms wrapped around her tightly, his knees got weak from being with her again and he knelt to the ground. They cried of happiness and held on like they’d lose each other if they’d let go. 

“I missed you,” they said along with other loving praises. The rest of the team joined the team one by one as they made the big group hug. 

“Welcome home Buck,” Steve said with a smile on his face as he walked inside with his best friend finally under his arm after two years. 

“It’s good to be home,” Bucky smiled and walked over to his beloved spot on the giant sofa he claimed long before he went away. 

“Someone sat in my spot,” he feigned anger but couldn’t keep a smile off his face. y/n’s cheeks reddened as a feeling of embarrassment arose in her lower stomach while she took a step to stand behind Steve. 

Bucky smiled at her from the sofa as Nat, Clint, Rhodes and Sam sat down on the sofa. Bruce patted her head with his giant hand before sitting down in his personal chair. It was bigger, stronger than Bruce’s. 

Bucky stood up to comfort her with a kiss, but Steve spread his arms with a playful grin on his face. Bucky recognised it immediately as it was the one they shared in the 20s and 30s before playfighting. 

Bucky grinned back and did a few swerves before Steve ‘attacked’. They ended on the ground, trying to pin one another down. 

The others watched with amusement because except for a few, the two have rarely fought in front of them. It ended with Bucky pinning Steve down. 

“You're getting old Steve,” he grinned. 

“Excuse me but you're more than a year older than me,” Steve clapped back. 

“I missed this,” Steve sighed and helped Steve get up. 

“What straddling Bucky?” Sam asked as he and Nat threw suggestive looks. As Steve started to argue with the two, Bucky leaned down to your ear whispering 

“I know for a fact, you do it better,” and dragged you away from the crowd.

[syiano]

Dang I haven't drawn in a while so I got no right to be writing this (no pun intended)

Steve x Male!Reader

Being An Artist and Dating Steve Headcanons

☆He was surprised when he found out you can draw too (only to be teased when Tony comments on how he hasn't drawn in 70 years).

☆Steve feels flattered when you would compliment his drawings, saying he's not that good.

☆If you're the kind of person who draws aliens or fantasy art, you're gonna have to explain to him because he's gonna be either weirded out or confused. But he does also think your art would be unique and different.

☆You and Steve would sometimes relax and draw together. Other times, he would just watch you draw if you let him.

☆Steve loves seeing your drawings and designs, especially when you would base them off his. He loves your style and how you put your own twist to it.

☆He likes listening to you explain your art if they have some kind of subtle meaning to them.

☆He can just spend hours listening to you, loving how you're so exicted to talk about your drawings or stories.

☆Steve smiles brightly whenever you talk about you finally finished a drawing you've been working on for a long time and he's just so happy for you.

☆He does end up chuckling when you would go on and on about...how you can't draw the other eye then same as the one you just drew...

☆When you would get upset about how your drawing didn't look as good as you wanted it to be, he comforts you and tells you it looks amazing.

☆When you would get upset when you would make too many mistakes, he does give you advice on how to improve.

☆He reminds you to take a break, and feels a little bad when your wrist would be sore (me).

☆Yes, he feels touched when you show him you drew a portrait of him. And yes, he doesn't do anything other than become speechless and blush.

BONUS: (Uh...AU?)

☆You're a famous artist who has your art put in a museum.

☆The Avengers joke about how you would make a perfect match for Steve, only to be shocked when Steve introduces them to you as your boyfriend.

☆Tony is the first one to steal you away (and Steve doesn't know if he should be either happy or concerned); you and Tony share so many ideas, and you give him ideas and designs for suits.

☆Bruce is just amazed and how it's on honor to meet you, only to be teased by Tony about how exicted he is.

☆Rhodey remains professional and tries not to look to into it, but does admit that is really cool to finally meet you.

☆Bucky and Sam teases Steve on how he finally found someone who has something in common with him.

☆Natasha praises you on how you always have the best designs for clothes as well.

☆Wanda will definitely love all your drawings and clothing designs, and would want to help you on bringing them to life (no WandaVision here).

☆Pietro doesn't really pay attention until you give him your notebook to draw in. When he does, he does it so fast that it looks very sloppy, and then groans on how it doesn't look that bad.

☆Vision is also oddly fascinated by it and asks you questions on each drawing, and he is trying to his best to show he's interested (since it looks like he just has a complete straight face the whole time).

☆Peter freaks out when he first meets you and that he learned about you in class. He definitely wants some drawing lessons from you.

☆Scott just won't stop talking and making things awkward. He has the whole 'excited fanboy' thing and Rhodey gets annoyed and tells him to cut it out.

☆Loki is amused and finds it quite interesting, playfully asking do you do self portraits only for Steve to suspect him flirting with you (which he is).

☆Thor is just overjoyed, and calls you a skilled Midgardian, and tells you how talented you are, nearly flattering you.