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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Good Enough

Requests: "What is it about me that isn't good enough?" + "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met. Inside and out." + "You are my favorite part of every day." + comfort fluff with Hawkeye Requested By: Anon and @starlit-epiphany

Pairing: Hawkeye Pierce x GN!Reader

Warnings: Brief mentions of cheating, and also a kiss.

Words: 1.6k

You absentmindedly stirred your cold coffee as you stared off into space. You were the only one in the mess tent, which wasn't surprising. It was the middle of the night, and your shift had ended. You tried to sleep, but couldn't, so here you were, sitting alone in the light of a small lantern.

Barely registering that the door had opened and closed, you didn't bother to look back. Not even as someone as beside you. You only paid attention when you felt yourself nudged in the side. Looking over, you found Hawkeye staring at you, a look of concern on his face. You realized that it must be later than you thought if Hawkeye was off his shift now as well.

"Oh. Hi Hawk." You said casually as you sat up a bit straighter.

"Hi? That's what I get? I spoke to you for a solid minute and got no response. What's up?" He asked, before taking a sip of his coffee, wincing and promptley setting it back down.

You let out a small breath and shook your head. "Just tired" you smiled. "Couldn't sleep" You looked back at your coffee, unsure if you should tell him what happened.

It was hard enough for you that Hawkeye didn't have the same feelings for you that you had for him. You'd feel only embarrassed to tell him of your similar situation with someone else.

He nodded his head a bit still watching you closely. "Okay, out with it." He said a bit more forcefully, and you looked at him with surprise. "Come on you can't keep secrets from me." He said as he motion his hand at you.

'That's what you think.' You thought to yourself before you cleared your throat. "It's a bit embarrassing." You admitted.

"I wont laugh." He said as he raised his hand up, as if making an oath.

You smiled at the gesture, before letting out a long breath. "Uh, so, I've been, sort of seeing someone for the last few weeks." You paused and looked over at Hawkeye.

Part of you hoped to see jealousy cross his face, but you didn't really expect it. So when you saw him seem to adjust himself uncomfortably, you felt your chest tighten. "Oh, I didn't know that. Uh, wh-who is this lucky gentlemen? Or gentlelady, I don't judge." He quickly joked, and you rolled your eyes lightly.

"Patrick, the newer MP."

"Ah, yeah, I've seem him around."

You nodded your head. "Yeah, well...I thought he really liked me ya' know? I thought we had a somewhat serious thing going on, but earlier, when I went to do inventory, I uh- caught him in a rather revealing situation with a nurse."

Hawkeye watched your face fall as you said this, and he felt anger rise in his chest. He let out a deep breath and shook his head. "Bastard." He mumbled under his breath. "And I assume this is at least one of the reasons you can't sleep?"

You shrugged lightly. "I wish it didn't effect me so much, but, it does."

Your mind began to wander, and you started talking, slowly as you stared at the tent wall. "There was this guy in high school, I really, really liked, he even asked me to prom. But the day before, I found out he asked someone else instead, and went with them. Then there was a guy in college. I thought for a short while I was gonna marry him. Then he left me for someone else. And then-"

You stopped short, as you thought to yourself. 'And then there was you. The crazy, hilarious, but heart-felt and kind Doctor I fell head over heels for, who would never see me the same way.'

"And now Patrick." You said softly before shaking your head. "I guess I just don't get it. What is it about me that isn't good enough?"

Hawkeye felt his heart break as you said this, your eyes falling to the table as your face fell. How cold you think you weren't good enough? You were more than enough, for anyone. It was other's who weren't good enough for you. Including himself.

Leaning a bit closer to you, he spoke in a soft voice, but it was heavy with feeling. "Don't you dare think for a minute, that you aren't good enough for those guys. You are the one they didn't deserve. You are the one Patrick is missing out on. If he can't see that then he's a bigger idiot than I thought. You are kind, generous, smart, and brave. Look at me Y/n."

Tentatively you met his eyes, and he smiled softly as he continued. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met. Inside and out." Placing his hand on top of yours, he seemed almost lost for words before he met your eyes again. "Hell, you are my favorite part of every day. You make me remember the good in the world, even out here, in the middle of this damn war. And if a schmuck like me can see that, they should too. But if they don't, then that only means they don't deserve to be anything to you, so don't waste your heart on them."

Your heart was pounding heavily, and your eyes burned hot as you listened to him speak. You never knew he thought that way about you, and a part of you wished he didn't. It only made you fall harder for him. Which in turn, only made you hurt more.

"Hell, if I was lucky enough to be with you, I would never let you go."

You felt your neck and ears burn hot at his comment, and you looked away timidly, pulling your hand away from his. "You don't need to say these things just to make me feel better Hawkeye."

He frowned, shaking his head. "Y/n, I'm not just saying them, I mean them, honestly."

You met his eyes again, and smiled, speaking in a joking tone. "And here I thought, I wasn't your type."

He tilted his head a bit. "And why would you think that?" He was not joking, his face held a serious expression.

You looked at him with a furrowed brow. "You're kidding right?" You almost scoffed.

He shook his head, and you felt your chest tighten. "Well, I mean, the nurses I see you with, they're all so different than I am."

"When was the last time you saw me with a nurse?"

You opened you mouth to speak, but faltered, actually thinking about it. You couldn't recall any time recently that you saw him chasing after a nurse. "I- I don't remember, but that's not the point."

"No, the point is-" he paused as he turned, swinging his leg over the bench to face you entirely, "-that none of them compare to you. And ever since I got to know you, none of them have shined a light to you. If I had less control over myself I'd probably follow you around like a love-sick puppy." His face fell a bit as he saw how taken aback you were. "But I hid it a bit to well didn't I?"

You nodded your head a bit as you swung your own leg over, facing him. "I had no idea. I thought you'd never be interested in someone like me."

A soft, almost sad smile crossed his face as he reached forward taking your hands in his again. "You're the first person I think I've ever met that I thought, or felt this seriously about. And I guess, that scared me. So maybe I did push those feelings away, hid them. But I do feel them. And.... I know you may feel like you can't trust me, due to my, admittedly amorous reputation. But I can assure you, I could never hurt you, nor would I ever want to."

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you gently squeezed his hand. "I trust you Hawkeye."

He met your eyes and smiled softly.

"And just so you know, Patrick doesn't compare to you either."

His smile grew bigger. "Now your just buttering me up."

You let out a soft laugh and shook your head, looking down at your intertwined hands.

"I'm sorry he hurt you." He added softly.

You smiled as you met his eyes, shrugged your head. "You're right, he isn't worth me wasting my heart on."

He smiled, almost proudly, before his face changed, showing a more timid expression. "Do you think I might be worth it?"

You bit the inside of your lip lightly as you resisted smiling. You nodded your head. "I do. And I don't think it would be a waste."

His smile grew as his eyes flicked between your eyes and you lips. Slowly, the two of you leaned closer, pausing as your noses touched, your lips only an inch apart. Your eyes met and they both shined with various emotion. Together, you closed the space between you, your lips meeting almost cautiously, before you both deepened the kiss.

Slowly, you and Hawkeye both let go of each others hands. Yours rose, one gently placed on his neck, the other gently grabbing his loose shirt. Hawkeye's hands cupped your face as he deepened the kiss.

When you both ran out of breath, you pulled away, resting your foreheads against one another as you stared at each other gaily. Gently caressing your face he pecked your lips quickly.

"I don't want this to end, but if we don't get any sleep, we'll be zombies tomorrow." He said softly, and you could see the exhaustion of the day in his eyes.

You yourself felt fatigue begin to wash over you and you nodded. "Only promise this isn't already a dream."

He smiled brightly, leaning in and kissing you gently.

"I promise."

xx End xx

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lunarsaturn88 · 2 months

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It's Never Your Fault- Hawkeye Pierce

Pairing: Hawkeye Pierce X Reader

Prompt: It’s all my fault.

Warnings: Angst/Fluff

Words: 727

You let out a groan as you came out of the surgical unit pulling off the white gloves that you wore, before quickly removing your mask from your face. Today was a harsh day so many wounded had come in and there was one patient too many that had come through there. One happened to be a patient you were trying to work with Frank Burns trying to save the life.

You had made one small mistake and it cost the poor kid his life in the end. Tears filled your eyes as you could hear Burns yelling at you about your incompetence. It wasn’t your fault that he had told you the wrong implement to use that would cost the kid his life in the end.

You shakily leaned against the wall sniffling as tears came to your eyes.

Hawkeye had come out of the surgical unit with a look of worry. He was concerned that you had taken a beating from Frank yelling and screaming at you. It wasn’t your fault for what had happened no matter how much Frank wanted to blame you for what had happened. “Hey, Y/N…”

You looked up at Hawkeye with tear-filled eyes.

“It’s alright.” He said coming closer to you so you didn’t have to talk too loud. He slowly put his hand on your shoulder knowing that you needed a bit of comfort after all the insults that you heard. “Frank is an asshole.”

“He’s right though…” You sniffled softly as more tears slid down your cheeks. “It’s all my fault.” You shook your head lightly. “I should’ve known which item that he needed.”

“Y/N.” He put his finger under her chin causing her to look up. “None of this was your fault. If anything it is on Frank. Look we’re all under a lot of stress and lack of sleep. But what happened today no matter what Frank says isn’t your fault. You got that?”

You sniffled looking up into his blue eyes wondering if he meant it. “You’re not just saying that to get something from me?” You questioned softly knowing that Hawkeye was a ladies' man and loved women. He would do anything to get into a woman’s pants, but this seemed genuine. That he was truly concerned about you and that was something that melted your heart a little bit.

“Of course not. I know that you want a real relationship and I am not going to mess with what you want.” He admitted softly rubbing your back. “Next time have me or BJ be the doctors that you work with to avoid what happened with Frank.”

“But Major Houlihan wanted me paired off with him.” You said softly wiping your tears from your eyes as you began to calm down.

“Well, I’ll talk to ‘Hotlips’. We’ll make sure that this won’t happen again to you. You’re a good nurse, Y/N and you’re always proving your worth.”

A small smile came to your lips.

“Now there’s that pretty smile.” He said softly his blue eyes twinkling in delight to know that he had made you feel better with what had happened. Granted it didn’t take away from the pain of losing a patient, but it was at least something that he could add to his good deed of the day. Making a woman smile was something that he enjoyed. He hated to see anyone being down when they were in this hell trying to save as many people as they could.

You let out a soft chuckle. You hadn’t expected that the ladies’ man would be someone to cheer you up. Normally you would keep to yourself when you were down and out. But this was a welcome change to your normal tactics of trying to feel better. You leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Your payment for being such a gentleman.”

His lips quirked as his hand went to his cheek where you had kissed him. “I’ll take that as payment anytime Y/N.” He teased with a small smile.

You let out a soft chuckle knowing that he was either teasing or meant it. Sometimes it was hard to understand him at times, but Benjamin Pierce was certainly someone that you were going to have to keep an eye on to learn more about him.

#Hawkeye Pierce x reader #Hawkeye pierce/Reader #M*A*S*H #One shot #angst one shot

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hetaologist · 8 days

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Waking Up in Las Vegas Pt. 1 (APH America x Fem! Reader)

Rating: SFW

Synopsis: You are a news reporter sent to Las Vegas to cover a story in the big city by your boss. America has been a secret long-term fan of your blogs until that one day you posted that juicy story about him ...

"Man, that was...quite the flight..." You said to yourself once you got out of the airplane. You walk through the gates and stop by baggage claim for your suitcase.

"HEY DUDE! Never thought I would find you here!" America yells from across the terminal. He was wearing a tie-dye red, white, and blue t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and his iconic pair of Crocs.

"Wait...are you...The United States of America?!" You questioned him. It was kinda of a surprise to see him there.

"Yes ma'am, that would be me~☆." He said while flashing his million dollar smile.

"Well...my god. Wha- how do you even know me in the first place?"

"Come on Dude, you're that reporter who runs a popular blog for that big news site, 'The Hawkeyes' !"

"I'm just surprised to see you here. Did you know I was coming to Las Vegas?" You were curious as to how America knew you were stationed in Vegas. That's when his face gets all peachy and sweaty.

"Oh!? Well...it's just a simple coincidence. Yeah, that's all~!" He said while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Really? Are you sure you're not stalking me?" As a slight smirk grows on your face.

"WAI- WHAT?! Dude, I TOTALLY wouldn't do that! That's like totally weird and creepy." He huffs and folds his arms. "Anyways...since we just so happen to be here at the same time and NOT because I was watching your social media or whatever, I wanted to talk to you about your recent report."

"Oh? Is that so, Mr. America? Which one do you want to talk about?"

"Hmph, how about I treat you to lunch first? Since there's a lot I want to say."

You think about it for a good minute. This discussion could add some valuable insight to your report. "Sure, I have plenty of time."

"Great! I'll take you to my favorite spot in this airport~!" America beamed.

He takes you over to a 1950's styled diner at the food court. "This place got some wicked burgers man." He sits you down at a booth and he sits right in front of you. The waitress comes by, hands both of you a menu, and takes your drink orders. Then America crosses his arms with a slight grin on his face. "So....Ms. Y/N, your report about me last week...."

"What about it, America?"

He takes a deep breath, "So, it seems like you have some...theories about me..."

The waitress hands us our drinks and takes our order. "Theories?" You smirked.

"Oh ho ho~! Don't play dumb with me Ms. Y/N. You posted about my "alleged" criminal track record online. You have theories linking me to these unsolved crimes. That's quite bold of you..." He says in a low-toned voice.

You started to feel the heat but kept your cool. "Hmm, what's wrong with that? I can write about whatever I want. After all, freedom of press~."

"True. However, not if it damages an innocent person's life. That my dear, is a suable offence." America says before drinking his super thick and rich cookies and cream milkshake.

That's when you could feel the heat rise above your neck and pool into your face. "I have proof..."

"Proof? I highly doubt that. You have no concrete proof of me committing these crimes, or any crime as a matter of fact." He leans back in his chair while placing his feet on the booth next to you.

"Hmm, so since we are here, let's clear things up. Shall we?" Your gaze pierces into his eyes.

He chuckled with delight. "Ah~, and if you find out that it's not true, you'll take down that post and post an apology. Deal?"

"Hmm...deal." You reached out your hand and shook hands with him.

The waitress quickly comes by with your food and America immediately picks up his big ass hamburger and takes a bite of it.

"So, Mr. Stars and Stripes...where do you want to start?"

With his mouth still full and chewing, he replies "Hmm... let's talk...about the...theory of...that LA highspeed...chase that...happened three...weeks ago..." He takes a big gulp of his milkshake.

#hetalia #aph america #hetalia america #hetalia fanfiction

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Shot Through the Heart

Pairing: Clint "Hawkeye" Barton x Reader

Rating: Mature

Tags: Angst, fluff, aliens, explosions, mentions of fear, broken wrist, slight description of gore, language, kissing, implied sex, and implied feelings.

Word Count: 1,237

Beta and Title Card: Yours Truly

The whole building shook as another explosion sounded in the distance. Out of all the days for this to happen, why...why did it have to be the day your biggest report was due? Everyone on your floor had already evacuated, fearing for their lives as the Avengers worked to save the city from the aliens.

Aliens.

Something you never thought would cross your mind. It felt like you were stuck in a Men in Black movie and soon you'd be approached by Will Smith's character being made to forget everything you'd already seen.

Bullets shattered the large row of glass windows to your office floor pulling you back to reality and you moved to duck under a desk. The one day you decided to wear a pencil skirt and high heels, and you had to tactically hide from a deadly species?

Fucking awesome.

The sarcastic voice inside your head stopped suddenly, raw fear making your blood run cold. One of the monsters was stomping its way through the room, and it could smell you.

The awful sounds it made and the scrape of its clawed feet crept closer and closer to where you hid. Out of all the ways to die this was not even remotely what you'd envisioned.

It stopped in front of the big oak desk, sniffing and snarling and you contemplated trying to fight it. Heels or no heels you weren't going down without at least trying to get away.

The desk was ripped from the floor, crashing somewhere behind you, and you took the opportunity to slip your left heel off and stab the creature in its abdomen. A loud pained screech pierced your ears and you backed yourself haphazardly away towards the opposite wall.

The alien trained its eyes on you, drool dripping from the sides of its mouth where rows of sharp white teeth displaying its hunger. It ran toward you, a scream falling from your lips as you waited for the inevitable.

Before you could blink, an arrow shot right through the creature's left eye, its body sinking to the floor like an anchor. Your chest heaved, tears of relief pooling in your eyes as one of the Avengers fell to his knees in front of you.

"Shh. It's alright...it's okay. You're safe now. I've got you."

Even through your teary vision, you knew who he was. He was even more beautiful up close. Short brown hair and the bluest eyes you'd ever seen stared down at you, filled with concern.

You couldn't speak, the shock made your body shake uncontrollably.

"Can I take your jacket off, honey? Just wanna see if you're hurt. That's all." A small nod was all he needed.

His hands were gentle despite his well-defined arms. Those arms. The ones you'd only seen on TV. The ones you'd imagined touching you, holding you, pinning you beneath him as he made you come apart over and over.

Oh, you were so fucked.

He must have finished his assessment because now his right hand was pressed to his ear, his voice low as he spoke to an empty room...well, except for you two.

"Cap? Cap, can you hear me?"

His tongue flicked over his bottom lip and you shivered. A hot curl of arousal began to ignite like wildfire. Damn, this man.

"Got a female on the forty-second floor. She's got a few scrapes and possibly a broken wrist. You gonna be alright without me for a few minutes?"

After a few more seconds he turned his attention back to you. "Can you stand, darlin'?"

You let out a shaky breath, "I-I think so…"

He helped you stand and steadied you with his hands splayed along your sides. "What's your name?"

"Y/N...I um...th-thank you for uh...for saving me, mister Hawkeye sir."

He snorted and shook his head. "Haven't been called sir in a long time. No need for formalities, sweetheart. Call me Clint. And you're welcome for saving you. Couldn't let that thing slay a pretty lady such as you."

Your breath hitched as you snapped your head up to meet his eyes. "Y-You...you think...me?"

Way to go, Y/N. Your internal conscience facepalmed at your lack of response. That's definitely the way to win an Avenger over.

He smiled and brushed his fingers against your cheek.

"You're gorgeous, honey. S'not every day a pretty girl takes my breath away."

Blue eyes passed over your features and settled their gaze on your parted lips. "I usually don't do this," his voice was breathy and it made you weak at the thought of how he'd sound in a more intimate setting. "but I really wanna kiss you right now."

Somehow your brain was coherent enough to form a proper sentence. "So do it."

His lips pressed against yours, tentatively at first, but soon became more heated. Taking care not to hurt your wrist, he slowly backed you into the nearest wall. His fingers curled around your waist, his toned body becoming flush with yours while his mouth trailed kisses along your jaw.

"So pretty…"

The feeling of his hot breath against your skin was intoxicating, your skin burned everywhere he touched you.

"Clint...please."

His teeth nipped at your neck before he soothed the fresh mark with his tongue. "I know, sweetheart...I got you."

As much as you both wanted to, you knew now wasn't the time to take this makeout session any further. Reluctantly, Clint pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

"I gotta finish the fight, honey. Will you wait for me? I can have Stark bring one of his suits to take you to the tower. They'll treat your wounds there."

Your mind was still reeling from his kiss, so it took you a moment to realize he'd asked you a question.

"You with me, love? If you don't wa-"

You shut him up with another kiss, your fingers sliding through his short hair. "Yes. Yes, call Stark."

He chuckled, his eyes not leaving yours as he once again raised a hand to his ear.

"Tony, hey, you there?"

You were close enough to hear his immediate response.

"Yeah, Katniss. You need backup or somethin'?"

Clint rolled his eyes. "No, but I do need a favor."

Tony was quick to reply. "Robin Hood is asking me for a favor? Oh, this oughta be good."

"I need one of your suits to bring the woman I saved back to the tower for medical treatment."

Tony whistled, "damn Barton! Thought you were killing aliens not plannin' a date."

Steve chimed in before he could respond. "Language!"

"Seriously, Tony? Just lend me a suit and I'll buy you a beer or something later."

Tony sighed, "oh, alright fine. But I want a whole case of beer and some tacos. Oh! And some margarita mix."

Clint caressed your face gingerly as you both waited for your ride. "Everything will be okay, honey. Don't worry about me. These creatures are nothin'."

You kissed him sweetly, "promise you'll meet me later?"

The sound of metal landing nearby caused you both to look up.

"I'm here to escort you back to headquarters, miss."

Clint led you to the robot and watched as it carefully lifted you into its arms.

"Clint, promise me."

He pressed a parting kiss to your lips and smiled softly as you were carried away.

"I promise."

#clint barton #clint barton x reader #clint barton x you #clint barton x y/n #hawkeye #hawkeye x reader #hawkeye x you #hawkeye x y/n #tony stark #iron man #steve rogers #steven grant rogers #captain steve rogers #captain america #avengers #the avengers #marvel fanfic #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 1 year

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Bow- Stephen Strange

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Characters: Stephen Strange

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 530

Author: Aaron

With a swift uppercut, Strange was sent hurtling through the dimly lit museum, his back cracked against the glass of a weapons display leaving him desperate for breath on the floor. You ran over, his trusted cloak twirled and danced across the mysterious assailant’s devilish form, distracting it and giving you time to sit Strange up against the shattered glass.

“Look y/n, I don’t know what this thing is but if I can’t stop it by myself, I need you to leave me and get help. You know how to get hold of people, right? Wong, Peter… anyone that can help.” The tentacles of the attacking beast tore free from the cloak and trapped it under one of its many monstrous feet where it could do nothing but struggle. The beast let out a vicious, ear shattering roar as it marched towards you and Strange with hunger and death in it’s eyes. “Leave y/n…” Strange held his hands up and cast an incantation of protection, blocking the beast from progressing but cracks quickly began appearing against the orange tinted air.

“I’m not going to leave you to die, we’ve got through much worse than this.” Your eyes scanned around the room hoping to find something that would do anything to help save both of your lives, until a glint caught your peripheral vision. You brought your soft woollen sleeve up to cover your hand and punched through the thick shards of glass that Strange had left behind him.

“Y/n you surely can not be serious? We are fighting an inter-dimensional demon; it seems to be imbued with some sort of magical resistance and you want to fight it with a bow and arrow?” You pulled through the short, chipped bow and quiver that sat half full of glistening arrow heads.

You slung the quiver over your shoulder and darted across, careful to grab the attention of the beast.

“Just be there to help me when I need it.” You called out as the ground quaked under the beasts’ steps. You grabbed an arrow, pulled the string back and watched as the arrow flew through the air, it skimmed the beasts’ oozing flesh and pierced the brick wall behind it.

“That thing is huge y/n, how do you miss?” Strange wrapped a projection of tendrils around its leg as you nocked another arrow, it quickly broke free from the restraints as you fired an arrow into it’s softer underbelly. The arrow was quickly ripped from it’s flesh with a pained screech and discarded to the ground, the beast was now wounded. For all the magic and technology in the world, this beast had clearly not come from a dimension where it could evolve against such basic weaponry.

“Hawkeye makes this look a lot easier than it is… I’ll keep shooting, you get your lazy ass up and hobble portal out of here and get help. I’ll be okay!” After a brief hesitation the dim room began to light with an orange glow as Strange crawled through the portal. You knew it would not be long before he returned with help, but it would feel like an eternity as you fought death.

#Bow #Stephen Strange Imagine #Stephen Strange #Stephen Strange One Shot #Doctor Strange Imagine #Doctor Strange #Doctor Strange One Shot #Avengers Imagine #Avengers One Shot #Avengers #Marvel #Marvel Imagine #Marvel One Shot #Aaron

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ao3feed-mash · 2 years

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Good Enough

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NWdeV90

by Make_Me_Imagine

Plot: Hawkeye finds Y/n sulking in the mess tent late at night. Comforting a friend leads to an admission that will change their lives.

Written on tumblr with requested prompts: "What is it about me that isn't good enough?" + "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met. Inside and out." + "You are my favorite part of every day." + comfort fluff with Hawkeye

Words: 1649, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: MASH (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, Reader, You, Y/n - Character

Relationships: Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce/Reader, Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce x Reader, Hawkeye Pierce/Reader, Hawkeye Pierce x Reader, Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce/You, Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce x Y/n, Hawkeye Pierce x You, Hawkeye Pierce/You, Hawkeye Pierce x Y/n

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Romance, admission fic, hawkeye pierce - Freeform, Reader Insert, Gender Neutral Reader Insert, mention of cheating, from an oc character

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NWdeV90

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #M*A*S*H #mash #mash fandom

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the-anxious-stargazer · 3 years

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Tulips? || Yelena Belova

Pairing: Yelena Belova x FormerAvenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: After the events in Endgame reader visits Natasha's grave to pay her respects and encounters an interesting blonde woman when she arrived.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: BLACK WIDOW POST-CREDIT SPOILER!! also just fluff!!

A/N: loved yelena in black widow!! i just end up flustered or laughing whenever she was on screen!! can't wait for her in hawkeye honestly :D

[Masterlist] [Part 2]

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The cool wind blew around her fairly and autumn was right around the edge. Y/N didn't mind the cold since it wasn't too extreme for her to handle but she still wore a coat to keep herself warm. Ohio offered its fair share of beauty and one of them being the nature around the area she was in. So as she parked her motorcycle near the pathway she neatly removed her helmet and fixed her hair a bit. She was grateful that the bouquet that she brought wasn't harmed on the way since it sat on the back seat. The last thing she wanted was to have most of them fly away during the ride. Y/N smiled at how beautiful the tulips were while she walked her way to the spot. Natasha wasn't the only one who was settled here. There were others, but most of them were nameless or graves are just carved with quotes. It didn't bother her. She only came for her friend after all. There was a tree in the middle and there she immediately spotted it and she came to a halt, sighing at the sight of the stone.

Natasha Romanoff. Daughter, Sister And Avenger.

Y/N read and smiled sadly at her infamous Black Widow logo that was plastered on the middle. Her grave was filled with flowers, pictures, and letters from what it seems to be from fans. Natasha saved the universe after all, but sadly it came with the price of her sacrificing herself for everyone else. That included Y/N. She stood there quietly with a small smile on her face while remembering the moments she had with the Russian. All the shared laughs, missions, and meals will always be something to cherish. It saddens her that she was unable to see her again after coming back with the rest of the people who were dusted. Y/N was in Wakanda with the others and the last person she saw was Wanda silently crying while holding onto the corpse of Vision. For her, it was a frightening experience. One moment she was shoved by a mad Titan and the next was that she felt the worst twist in her stomach before disappearing.

But here she was now, alive, and have no absolute idea on what the hell she's supposed to do with her life. Tony and Natasha were dead and Steve is actually old, but the rest of her friends continue to do their jobs. Clint and Scott lived happily with their families, Bucky was pardoned for his crimes, Sam and Rhodey were working, Carol, Thor, and the Guardians were back in space, and she had no idea where the hell Bruce, Maria, Fury, and Wanda were. Y/N could go back on saving people though she felt conflicted. While the former Avenger was stuck in her thoughts, she barely felt the presence beside her. The person froze at first when they saw her earlier, but when they were able to understand that Y/N was too deep in her world and figured that she seemed harmless. Though even if she wasn't sending bad signals, the stranger still kept a cautious approach. It was only when words were spoken that she snapped out of it.

"What did you get her?" The voice was feminine and had a recognizable accent.

Russian.

"Oh uh-" Y/N blinked a couple of times before she looked at the flowers she held in her arms and blushed all bashful.

"She never really told me what her favorite flowers were so I just bought white tulips." She continued before looking back at the person and was rather caught off guard with the sight of a beautiful young woman. The way her blonde hair blew a little from the wind made it feel a little magical, to begin with. Like she was some fairytale princess. She had multiple piercings on her ears and her hazel eyes radiated curiosity, but also a hint of heedfulness. Y/N noticed them but was too occupied with admiring her appearance. She did admit, the woman before her was undeniably stunning.

"Tulips?" The woman questioned with what seemed an amused tone before shoving her hands in her jacket while Y/N placed her flowers down to her friend's grave.

"I mean I only knew a quarter of her life since she chose to keep it and I don't see a problem with that. All that mattered was that she was a good sister figure and a temporary partner to me." Y/N shared as she smiled at the moments Natasha had her back.

"She had my back and I had hers."

A hum was heard from her company. It seemed she was interested or maybe she was just trying to be genuine, she didn't think about it deeper and just appreciated that she wasn't alone. Y/N could have predicted that she would have probably cried and talked to the stone about how she was feeling at the moment. Even if she didn't look at her Y/N could tell that the blonde studied her closely. She didn't mind her at all and at the same time, she couldn't blame her for being suspicious of her presence. Right now all she could care about was how much she had shared her life with the redhead.

"I met her when she joined Shield. Everyone kept their distance as if she was the plague and so did I at first. But slowly I felt bad for how she was treated and tried offering her company now and then." Y/N reminisced about her early days with the organization. The woman tilts her head at the story of how they were introduced and listened carefully.

"She was hard to approach, but I put up a tremendous amount of patience and trust in her even with what everyone whispered."

Natasha was indeed a challenge. Y/N was aware that the redhead disliked her being around on the first week. One notable thing that she kept in her mind was to be careful of physical touch because when she tried to slap her back in a friendly matter the redhead's defensive instinct immediately pinned Y/N on the floor. Needless to say, she was quick to learn her lesson after that incident. Even Maria laughed when she heard what happened and Fury was shaking his head in a disapproving manner. But even if the progress felt slow in the early stages of their partnership, the results were rewarding to experience. Getting to encounter Natasha initiate conversation first and talk about herself without asking her meant she was starting to trust her.

Though those memories seem to only keep her grief grow. Y/N took a deep breath and puffed. Curiosity then struck her about her company.

"What about you, what's your story with Nat?" Y/N asked as she turns her head to the blonde and there she earned a skeptical look. It made her laugh and raise her hands in surrender.

"Not to be suspicious, but you appear to be someone close to her." She watches as her face relax a little.

"Sister." The woman softly answered.

Y/N then had her eyes widen from the response with her lips forming an 'o'. She could have sworn she was probably an old Shield agent or a friend from her home, but sister? That was definitely out of the options she thought. Y/N felt a little sheepish now that she realized she thought Natasha’s sister was attractive. She could feel Nat’s burning gaze from the afterlife. It was the blonde's turn to chuckle this time at her reaction and shake her head. Y/N took a mental note to try making her laugh more for how adorable her eyes crinkle a little.

"Technically we were pretending to be sisters, but it felt like she was my real sister to me." She added with a sigh.

"And if I remember correctly, you're the one with the water abilities. She mentioned you when we met again." Y/N awkwardly laughed and rubbed the back of her neck before facing her to reach out her hand.

Y/N was an enhanced individual with hydrokinesis. She uncovered it when she was younger and it was one of the things that got her a good position in Shield and later on came in handy when she joined the Avengers. There was never any explanation for her to have such abilities, but she was not one to be unappreciative of them.

"I-I'm Y/N, but I figured you probably already knew that." She stuttered as she introduced herself, blushing a little from facing the blonde.

"Yelena, I mean it definitely wouldn't be weird of me to casually call your name."

Yelena had a small smirk when she took her hand and shook it softly. It seemed to Y/N that the world slowed down from the handshake and could cause her entire face to go tomato red. Just the touch of her hand caused a spark in her veins. Y/N thought it was such an unbelievable to encounter. Though as she wanted to keep that moment longer for her, sadly the world went back to normal speed, and that something barked near them. The sound quickly snapped her out of her thoughts and looked for the source. A dog came into her vision and she watches as the furry fellow ran to Yelena.

“Oh and this is Fanny.” She introduced her dog who barked at the mention of her name. Y/N giggled at the sight of her.

“Hello, there little cutie!” She greeted before looking at Yelena. “May I?” Y/N asked for permission and saw Yelena nod. She then excitedly bent down to match Fanny’s height and petted her. The dog seems to like the attention as she scoots closer to her.

Yelena couldn’t help but smile at what she was seeing. A cute girl smiling while petting her cute dog. It was a rare sight to see. A thought then came into her mind and could not help but ask Y/N.

“Hey, do you want to grab a drink?” Yelena shoots her shot and the girl looked up with bright eyes.

“O-Oh uh- I don’t mind at all.” Y/N stammered while internally cursing at herself for being so flustered around the blonde. Though she could have sworn that Yelena was slightly blushing when she heard her agree.

Y/N wouldn’t have ever thought she’d get to meet anyone from Natasha’s family, let alone a sister and her adorable dog. Now that she thought about it she was glad to come all this way just to visit her. Yelena comes across to be a good company to have around and was also someone intriguing to get to know. Little did Y/N know that the blonde assassin felt the same as well about her.

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[Part 2]

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wild-lavender-rose · 1 year

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Perfect Timing (part 3)

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Hawkeye Pierce x reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: In a world where soulmates have matching tattoos etched on their wrists, Hawkeye is convinced that he won’t live long enough to find anyone with a tattoo similar to his, let alone matching. However, the day you arrive at the MASH 4077, injured and refusing to accept help, Hawkeye is shocked to discover that your tattoos match.

Warnings: Description of pain medication symptoms, war setting, drinking reference, mild sexual references (just Hawkeye being Hawkeye), mild language

You woke up to find yourself in an officers’ tent lying on a cot that smelled like Hawkeye. Your waist was wrapped in bandages half-hidden by a shirt three sizes too big. Your head swam with the pleasant relief of pain medication. The world outside was veiled in darkness. You could hear the faint rustling of soldiers doing night patrol. The only light came from a bare bulb that bathed the tent in warm light and soft shadows. There was a man sleeping on the other side of the tent, while two figures sat with their heads down on a rickety table. One was a man you had seen earlier in the operating room, and the other was Hawkeye.

“Hawk,” you winced as you began to sit up, whimpering a little at the throb of pain in your side. “Hawkeye.”

The man straightened up to look at you. “Back from the dead.” He nudged Hawkeye. “Hawk,”

“Hmm?” Hawkeye lifted his head, a slow grin lighting his face as he saw you. “Hey,” he stood up and crossed to sit on the cot next to you. “How’re you feeling?”

“Hold me.” You mumbled, draping your arms around his shoulders as if you had known each other for ten years instead of ten hours.

Hawkeye’s hands slid around your hips with the same familiarity. “The painkillers are working, I see.” He reached up to brush your hair from your face.

“Hurts...Hurts a little.” You nuzzled against his shoulder. “Need you to stay.”

“Well usually I don’t hop into bed on the first date, but-”

“Hawk.” You slapped his shoulder weakly, your eyes already falling shut.

The man sitting at the table chuckled. “You two were made for each other.”

“I’m ruined.” Hawkeye groaned, but his grip on you tightened as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Move over, sweetheart.”

Nodding, you sleepily shifted over as much as you could in the small cot, allowing Hawkeye to lay down beside you. You sighed as his tall, lanky body enveloped you, arm carefully placed below your bandaged waist, legs tangling with yours. “M’glad you’re here.” You whispered, slipping back into the quiet darkness of sleep.

“Me too, baby.” Hawkeye’s nose nuzzled against yours. “God, me too.”

And that was how you and your soulmate met and fell in love.

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shmaptainwrites · 1 year

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[CH. 1] New Doctor on the Block

Chapter 1: A Warm Welcome

Pairings: Hawkeye Pierce x fem!Reader

Characters: Hawkeye Pierce, Sherman Potter, B.J. Hunnicutt, Radar O'Reilly, Margaret Houlihan, Frank Burns

Summary: Reader is the new surgeon at the 4077th M*A*S*H and finds herself, amidst trying to settle in, constantly butting heads with the chief surgeon.

Warnings: None, (no use of Y/N)

Note: The first chapter is finally up on Tumblr! This is my first MASH fic and I'm writing it as I'm watching the series for the first time, so if there are any major canon deviations that's probably why!

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“It’s just when I read your file and saw you were a doctor I thought…”

“You thought I was a man,” you filled in for the fumbling Colonel. “It’s alright Colonel Potter, you wouldn’t be the first person to have made that assumption, but I’m here to help in any way I can.”

“What’s your specialty?” he asked, flipping through the pages in your file trying to see if there was anything else he’d missed in his first skim through.

“Trauma surgery, sir. I worked as a nurse during the last year of the Second World War and when I got back home I applied to any medical school that would have me.”

“Trauma surgery, must be serendipitous,” he chuckled and you gave him a polite smile.

“Sir,” the Colonel’s clerk opened the door and stepped inside.

“Oh Radar why don’t you-,”

“Bring in Captains Pierce and Hunnicut and Majors Burns and Houlihan to meet the new recruit, already done sir,”

The door opened wider and the four aforementioned officers stepped inside. The two Captains were both men, one tall with a bright smile and blond hair and the other with straight black hair and tinges of grey scattered throughout. Of the Majors, one was a man of average height and light brown hair while the other, you suspected, was the head nurse with her blond hair pinned behind her ears.

“Pierce, Hunnicut, Burns, Houlihan, I’d like you to meet our newest recruit.”

“We don’t normally do meet and greet with the nurses,” the black-haired one smirked. “But it’s a practice I’d love to continue,” he sent a wink at you. “What’s your name, honey?” he took your hand in his to shake but you removed it quickly from his grasp.

“Doctor,” you responded.

“What?” The rest of the company looked confused along with him.

“I am a doctor , Captain. I worked just as hard if not harder for my medical degree and I’d appreciate it if you treated me as such, not like one of your nightly nurse companions.”

“You’re a doctor?” the head nurse asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Her specialty is trauma surgery,” Colonel Potter told the team.

“Trauma surgery, thank goodness, we couldn’t have handled another Frank,” the blond Captain sighed while the other Major looked like he was about to explode.

“I take that to be a good thing, Captain?” you asked.

“Very good. And call me B.J.”

You chuckled, remembering a faint memory of a young boy named B.J. you'd seen come through the ER for swallowing the key to his father’s new car.

“Consider it done,” you nodded.

“This is our main team of surgeons in the OR, you’ll be on rotations with them. It’ll be easier if you like them, but if you don’t you still have to work with them regardless.”

“Work with, we have to live with him on top of working with him.” Pierce pointed to Major Burns.

“Colonel! Why don’t you say anything to them?! They’re being insubordinate!”

Colonel Potter sighed and looked over at Major Burns with a hint of contempt.

“Major, I have better things to do than tell Pierce what to do only for him not to listen to me.”

“I’m glad I’ve been universally recognized as a lost cause for the army,” Pierce grinned, using a hand to lean on the Colonel’s desk.

“Oh, this is going into my weekly report for the General. If it’s the last thing I do I will get you two in trouble for everything that you do!”

“That’s a long list Frank, are you sure you can handle it?” B.J. asked.

Before they could go any further the Colonel jumped in.

“Captain, since you’re a female officer we’ll have you sharing quarters with Major Houlihan for now. We’ll send out for another tent and set it up for you as soon as it arrives.”

“Thank you, Colonel, if the rest of you don’t mind I’d like to get settled. Major Houlihan, would you mind showing me the way?”

“Not at all,” she smiled and placed a hand on your back, leading you out of the room.

You grabbed your bags and followed the Major out into the camp and around to her quarters which were close to the OR.

“We’ll get another cot in here for you, but for now you can make yourself at home,” she told you. “I just have to-,” she paused when she saw you pulled out a framed photo from your bag and placed it on one of the empty tables. “Is that your family?” she asked.

You nodded your head.

“My husband and kids,” you passed her the frame.

“They’re adorable, what are their names?”

“My oldest is Grant,” you pointed to the boy. “He’s eight and my daughter Julia is four.”

“How precious. It must be hard being away from them.”

“It is, but they’re in good hands,” you smiled. “You said you had to go somewhere, Major?”

“Oh, yes, just to… chat with a colleague,” she handed you back the frame and headed out of the tent, leaving you to unpack the rest of your things in silence.

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“Hey Frank, nice stitching,” Pierce noted as he walked by the OR table on the way to his own patient.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I really don’t think your glove is going to come out this time, you’ve got it in there good,” he teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Captain Pierce, maybe you can focus on your bleeding patient instead of poking fun at Major Burns,” you commented while elbow-deep in your own patient.

“Thank you, Captain. Finally, someone who recognizes good surgical talent and not just flash.”

“I agree Major,” you nodded, “Although I believe you’re probably referring to yourself which I am not. If this is meatball surgery you’re doing meatloaf surgery.”

“Ha! Hawkeye, looks like we’ve got some competition,” B.J. chuckled.

“4-0 silk please nurse,” you looked at who was assisting you. It was still early and you hadn’t had a chance to learn everyone’s names, but you supposed it would come soon enough, after all, it wasn’t like you’d be leaving the war anytime soon.

After a few more gruelling hours in the OR, all the casualties were finally attended to and you could step out to quickly get something for dinner before they cleared out the mess tent, and hopefully, afterwards, you could take a nice shower and wash all of the blood, dirt and sweat off of your body before crashing into bed and not waking up until you absolutely had to.

You remembered what it was like to work during the Second World War, but this felt different. You were a doctor now, you had more responsibility to your patients and to the others working in the outfit with you, and on top of that you were a woman. It wasn’t every day you saw a woman surgeon let alone in the army.

When you stepped inside the mess tent was practically empty aside from one familiar body sitting in the back corner with a cup of coffee and what looked like leftovers from yesterday’s lunch.

You grabbed yourself a tray and served yourself a few things before going to join your fellow surgeon. Even if you were going to eat in silence you could at least do it in the presence of good company.

B.J. sipped his coffee and spun a pen in his hand as he looked at a partially written-on paper in front of him.

“Writing home?” you asked.

“To my wife,” he nodded. “She sent me a letter with this beauty,” he showed you a picture of a small baby girl in a frilly dress with a bright smile on her face.

“Oh she’s just adorable,” you cooed. “I still haven’t heard from my family, but I’m sure a letter is on its way.”

“You married?” he asked.

You nodded your head and showed him the ring you had just put back on after leaving the OR.

“How the hell did you end up here then?” he asked.

“My husband’s got a medical condition that prevented him from being drafted, but they needed doctors so they took the next best thing,”

“So your kids are with him then?”

“Yeah, mom’s the one bringing in the paycheques for now,” you sighed. “How about you? Got a picture of your wife?”

B.J. nodded and pulled one out of his pocket. A wedding photo, a smiling couple right outside a chapel.

“She’s gorgeous,” you smiled. “You got yourself a catch there, B.J.”

“She’s the light of my life,” he tucked the photo away again. “Her and little Erin. I keep thinking that she’s probably grown up so much since I last saw her and I just wish…”

“You could be there at home, even just one night to tuck her in, give her a kiss, and read her a bedtime story?”

“Exactly,” he nodded. “You haven’t even been here that long, how’d you know?”

“It’s different for mothers,” you shrugged. “I could be away from them for an hour and feel like that. I just hope they always remember how much I love them and when the time comes I’ll be back with them again and I don’t plan on leaving.”

“Me neither. After this I’d be happy only taking out tonsils for the rest of my life,” he laughed.

“Man, maybe one day,” you chuckled with him. “But it’ll be back to the hospital for me. Only place that really needs trauma surgery stateside is the ER.”

“That exciting enough for you?” he asked.

“I found after coming back from the war, it was going to follow me around anyways. I may as well do something good with the experience.”

“So this is your second round?”

You nodded your head.

“Makes you wonder how they can find so many things to fight about. I thought the end of the Second World War was supposed to bring the Great Peace. But war only brings more violence and war.”

“I’ll drink to that,”

You clinked your coffee cups together and further engaged in light chatter while you ate and B.J. continued to write his letter.

“Any plans for this evening? They're showing a film, Trench Foot Through the Ages if I’m not mistaken,” he chuckled.

“I’m gonna take a nice shower and fall into my bed and hopefully not get up until late tomorrow morning.”

“If you think you can sleep through Radar’s rendition of Reveille I think you might be mistaken.”

“We’ll see about that,” you gave him a sly smile before nodding your head and getting on your way, wondering how you’d ever gotten to a point where you were very happy to see an army cot.

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Cheer Up

Prompts: 'Cool warmth when the sun breaks the horizon in the early morning' + “I’m trying to cheer you up.” Requested by: @maellem (you requested this a year ago lmao, sorry for the long wait)

Warnings: Brief mentions of causalities and surgery (nothing graphic)

Word Count: 708 (short and sweet)

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire MASH Taglist: @thatadroitgeek, @whimsical-daydreams, @meganlpie, @hybrid-omegaverse

As you exited the Post Op room after your shift, you looked around the camp. You could only see one or two people walking around, as the day had just barely begun.

You shoved your hands into your pockets as you wandered through the camp, with no real destination in mind. You weren't tired, and had no real desire to go back to your tent at all, you were maybe a bit hungry though.

As the sun began to peak up over the horizon, you felt a shiver run up your body. You were cold, but as the early morning sunlight hit you, it warmed you ever so slightly.

Your eyes caught on a figure, basically stumbling from the showers. A disheveled Hawkeye exited, towel around his shoulders, and his familiar red robe on. As he walked, his eyes were cast downward. You smiled, and felt a familiar wave of butterflies in your stomach that only appeared when you see him.

"Morning Hawkeye." You said with a smile as he walked past you, unaware of your presence.

Hawkeye, upon hearing your voice, looked up, and smiled in greeting. "Y/n, what a lovely surprise."

His smile was bright, but you could see in his eyes he had a rough night. There had been more causalities than normal, you knew he had been in surgery for a long time. He had managed to get an hour or two of sleep, but he had another shift this morning.

You smiled in return, but there was a bit of pity behind it. "Rough night?" You questioned.

He was about to make a joke, but seeing the sincerity and worry in your eyes, surely from your unusual knack of seeing right through him. He gave you and almost sad smile, "Yeah" He said simply, with a small nod.

You gave him your own sad smile, "Have you eaten?"

He shook his head, feeling his own heart hammering at your presence. You had your usual worry and care that you always seemed to have for him. He'd probably have starved many a time after a long shift if you weren't there to give him a kick in the pants.

"Want me to get you something? I heard that the eggs are almost actually eggs today."

He smiled at you, "As appealing as that does not sound, I don't think my stomach is ready for that yet."

You smiled in amusement, "Coffee then?" You offered.

Hawkeye gave you an amused smile, but it held a hint of adoration behind it. "You don't have to take care of me Y/n, we all have rough nights here."

You shook your head a bit, "I'm not trying to take care of you Hawk."

"Then what are you doing?"

You shrugged your shoulder a bit and smiled, "I'm trying to cheer you up."

He stared at you for a moment before a smile broke across his face again, this time more genuine. Taking a step closer, he peered down at you. The butterflies rampaged through you now, and you were sure he somehow knew about them.

Moving to stand at your side, he lied his arm across your shoulder, making your heart begin to beat rapidly. "Just seeing your face and hearing your voice did that Y/n." He said, and he surely saw the way your face flushed from the comment, because you saw a sly smile cross his face before he spoke again.

"Thanks for the compliment, but I doubt that." You admitted, trying to push down the lump in your throat.

He shook his head "I promise it's true. You are one of the only people here that I don't think I could survive without." Without giving much pause, and not allowing you to respond, he continued. "But I'll tell you what. How about we go get some coffee together, and after we line our stomachs with that liquid lead, we'll have breakfast."

You smiled, trying to push down the bashfulness you were feeling, you looked up at him and smiled, nodding lightly. "Sounds good to me."

He grinned down at you, his arm still around your shoulder as you made your way towards the mess tent. "Great. And hey, Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for cheering me up."

xx End xx

Sorry it's so short, but I am trying to get out as many of my older requests as I can!

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majwrites · 2 years

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Captain Tuttle reloaded, Part 2

M*A*S*H x reader (platonic)

Summary:Reader keeps struggling with seeing Captain Tuttle

Warnings: hallucinations, mentions of surgery, injury and fevers

But as soon as you woke up in the middle of the night he was back. "You shouldn't be up at this hour. You need to rest so you can get better", he was sitting on the edge of your bed in a way that under normal circumstances was reserved for Hawkeye. "I know. I'm a doctor too, you know", you disliked the fact that everyone was acting as if you couldn't diagnose yourself. "I'm well aware of that, I just want to help you". "Of course you want to. You've always just wanted to help others", you looked at Tuttle again. "How do you know that?", he seemed confused. "You died jumping out without a parachute on your way to save people. Honestly, it felt very on brand for you", you still remembered Hawkeye's eulogy from back then.

Suddenly someone shook your shoulder: "(Y/N), wake up". "I'm up, what is it?", you turned around, moved in a way that hurt your leg and almost started crying. Margaret Houlihan was kneeling next to you and now proceeded to check if you still had a fever. "Ma'am?", you could still feel Tuttle looking at you. "(Y/N), do you usually talk in your sleep", she asked. "Not that I'm aware", you didn't, but at least Major Houlihan didn't think you were talking to imaginary surgeons. "Did you have a nightmare?", she covered you with the blanket that apparently had fallen to the ground at some point. "I don't know. I'm sorry if I woke up the others, but I really need to talk to Hawkeye", he would be the only one to consult on this. "You can always talk to me, if it can't wait until tomorrow". "I need Hawkeye, he's the one who cut me open", you cringed at the thought of being on that side of the operation table. "Alright, I'll tell him. Now try and go back to sleep".

The rest of the night went by pretty uneventfully. After her shift had ended, Major Houlihan found Hawkeye in the mess tent: "Pierce, (Y/N) wants to talk to you". "Alright, I'll visit them", he got up from his seat. "Be careful, they might be a bit confused", she didn't want Hawkeye to startle you. "Have there been any changes throughout the night? ", asked Hawkeye. "Not really, but (Y/N) seemed to be distressed. Poor little thing was talking in their sleep the whole night".

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"Hot Lips said you wanted to see me", Hawkeye approached you. "Come closer, it's something confidential", you pulled on his hand. He crouched down so he was on eye level with you. "Hawk, I need your help", you paused and looked right past him. "Don't say you ripped your stitches open", he tried to see if there was any blood on your leg but you held him back. "It's worse. I'm seeing Captain Tuttle". "You mean Tuttle, my old imaginary friend?", Hawkeye looked around. "He's right behind you, filling out paperwork. Six foot nine, auburn hair and everything", you held onto Hawkeyes arm. "Did you hit your head out there", he started examining your head but you stopped him. "I think it's something else", you paused for a moment, "my brain just might be reacting to the excessive stress I was under". "And it reacts by making you see Captain Tuttle", Hawkeye tried to make sense of it all. "When I was a child I always was the first one to get nightmares, this here is just the next step", you tried to think of anything else to say. "You should try and calm down, maybe he'll disappear on his own". "I don't think I can calm down", you watched as Tuttle got up and stretched before checking on your patient once again, "the 4077th is down a surgeon, I have no way of checking on my patient because I can't even get up on my own and I'm interacting with an imaginary surgeon". "You're patient is on his best way to recovery, his fever went down and he'll walk again. He'll go home soon and I'll make sure he's okay". "Are you sure?". "Very sure, but I'm also sure that if you don't calm down you'll never get rid of that fever", he removed his hand from your forehead. You didn't even notice it there and you suddenly felt too tired to argue with him.

"I'll send Klinger over here later, he'll gladly take watch by your bedside if I convince everyone that you can't be alone", Hawkeye left and you fell asleep.

#reader insert fanfiction #gender neutral reader #m*a*s*h #m*a*s*h x reader #hawkeye pierce #margaret houlihan #captain tuttle

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the-shield-of-infinity-writing · 3 years

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A better world for us

I feel like a lot of people forget that the twins are teens so could you do a pietro x reader where during the events of AoU reader discovers she’s pregnant (teen pregnancy) and Pietro is the dad. Like I can imagine him being all worried about reader and Clint catching him talking to her belly while they’re waiting for help in the sky. Let’s say he lives in this version instead of dying. Please?--Anonymous

Request: Anonymous

Author's Note: I'm so sorry this took as long as it did! I genuinely have no excuse, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless worked super hard on it! Might be a tad different than what was requested! Thank you! Be warned there are mentions of abuse in the beginning!

(Y/N) never expected to be dragged into the world of Superheroes who fight for the peace of the Earth. That all changed when she was forcefully taken out of her home by an elite organization known as Hydra. They had experimented on her until she had the power to shapeshift into any animal whether they were extinct or not.

Through Hydra, she met a set of twins from a very young age. They grew close to each other, but it seemed that even (Y/N) couldn’t help herself from falling for the cocky runner. Wanda always made fun of her for even thinking that her brother was good looking let alone good enough to be an actual partner in a relationship.

It wasn’t until one night, Hydra had taken a beating to the poor teenager after she refused to perform in front of top-level clientele. They had broken her nose and busted up some of her ribs as punishment for her insubordination. She had been sobbing, trying to fix herself up enough that it wouldn’t worry Wanda or Pietro, but the door to her room opened.

“(Y/N), are you here?” The thick, deep accent spoke softly as she jolted from her place on the floor.

The jerk made her pull too hard on the stitching to pop out at a few places. She cursed softly as she squinted, trying to use the light of the moon in order to accomplish her goal. She looked up in time to see him staring down at her in shock.

“It’s not as bad as you think.” She assured quietly before suddenly her trembling hands slowly enveloped in his.

“Let me take care of it.” He whispered as she blinked back the tears of anger, hurt, and frustration. She nods gently before handing him the needle that she had been using as he looks around for the first aid. “No pain medicine?” He asked as she shook her head.

Pietro cursed softly before looking at her, running a hand over her sweat-soaked skin which made her offer a tight smile in return. His eyes were burning with anger, but the moment he looked down to her wounds that shifted to hurt. He slowly got to work as she grunted and dug her teeth into her lower lips scraping against the cut there in order to stop the sounds from escaping.

“I’m almost done.” He assured quietly, causing her to nod quickly. “I’m sorry.” He spoke finally after he cleaned up the dried blood from her body with a wet cloth.

“For… For what?” She slurred quietly.

“For not being there… For… For not helping sooner.” He whispered, looking conflicted as she swallowed softly.

It took everything in her not to reach forward and wipe the crease in his brow when she finally realized something. She wasn’t just crushing on him anymore… She was full-blown in love with the man before her as she opened her mouth. Yet, no words would escape her throat as it tightened from fear, or maybe it was because of how much pain she was in.

Pietro looked up to her, noticing the look in her eyes as his own irises dilated before he set down the bloody cloth. His hands slowly took her face into the palms, watching as she shivered from the warmth that flooded into her skin at the touch.

Everything felt tense for a moment, neither spoke in fear of breaking the bubble that had covered the two. It was Pietro who made the first move as he gently leaned forward, giving her time to back away if she wanted to. However, she didn’t move, she didn’t move because she didn’t want to and soon she felt his lips slowly brush over hers as she parted her mouth in shock.

Suddenly, they were kissing. It wasn’t the best kiss, mostly because neither one had any experience to help them guide the kiss. Nonetheless, the kiss in their minds was more than perfect enough.

The cut in her lip stung, but she couldn’t pull herself away from him before breathing became a necessity for them. They slowly pressed their foreheads together as warm breaths fanned across the other’s face while they just stared at each other.

“Pietro.” (Y/N) whispered pulling him into another kiss and soon clothing hit the floor as their night was lost in passion.

A few months had passed and not a lot had happened, it is true that the two began to date, but they were teenagers after all. They fumbled around in the shadows with heavy pettings that normally got them scolded by Wanda who was going to kill both of them if she saw her brother’s ass one more time.

Then the Ultron happened.

Wanda blindly trusted Ultron as did Pietro, but (Y/N) on the other hand, felt like something had been wrong. She didn’t understand what it was about him that made it difficult to like him, until Wanda unlocked his mind and saw what his true motive was.

Now, they were playing on the side that they believed to be the enemy. Pietro didn’t like it. He was a little angry to be honest, (Y/N) noticed it and pulled him to the side.

“Hey, talk to me.” She whispered softly, glancing to the Avengers who were making a plan to stop Ultron with Vision on their side.

“I don’t like this. I hate that Wanda just trusts this Vision so easily. First Strucker, then Ultron, are they next? Will we ever get to live a normal life?” He demanded as her eyes softened.

“We will, but we need to help stop Ultron first. He’s a bigger threat to this world then the Avengers are. Right now, they are our only ticket to having any sort of freedom. Listen, how about when this is all over, we go somewhere. Just you, me, and Wanda. Like we always planned to do. No more fighting, no more of this destruction.” She promised, cupping his face.

Pietro’s eyes fluttered as he leaned his head into her touch. His hand slowly slid up and took it into his own before placing a kiss onto her palm. He knew that what she was saying was the truth, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. His eyes fluttered open as their piercing gaze locked onto hers.

“Alright, let us get this over with. Then we are moving into the mountains or a state that is quiet.” He mumbles as a smile blooms across her mouth.

“That is my beloved.” She leans up and presses her lips against his own.

He immediately jerked her body flushed against his own before deepening the kiss. They slowly pull away, foreheads resting together. Pietro swallowed with a nod before pulling away as he looked towards the others who were still discussing plans to stop Ultron.

“We can do this, my love.” (Y/N) whispered to him as he nodded.

“Promise me, if things get bad… if they seem dire--I want you to get out of there. Do not worry about me. Just get out of there. You are more important to me.” He whispered, taking her hand as she shook her head.

“I’m sorry, I cannot promise you that. If things become dire, then we die together.” She spoke sternly as Pietro’s face twisted in slight anger before he huffs.

“Why can’t you just listen to me just this once?” He asked.

“Because, if I started doing that then we would both be screwed.” She smirks softly. “You and Wanda are my family, my only family. I cannot be without you.” She explains. “See it from my perspective. Would you do as I asked if I were to say the same thing?” She tilted her head.

“Alright, touché.” He mumbles.

“Okay, everyone, let’s rest. Tomorrow we are stopping Ultron.” Tony explains, clapping his hands together to get everyone’s attention.

Wanda stuck to Vision’s side like glue, so Pietro pulled (Y/N) off with him towards one of the spare bedrooms that Tony offered out to them. He laid her out onto the bed as (Y/N) smiled up to him, in the lighting of the moon, she looked absolutely gorgeous. He fell asleep to the soft sounds of her breathing against his neck.

A loud explosion knocked Pietro out of his daydreaming stupor.

He glanced up to see (Y/N) holding a huge piece of debris from him and Hawkeye. Her body had hardened like steel as she forced the piece of cement out of the way. She panted harshly, looking more exhausted for wear considering how long they have been battling.

Pietro started towards her, just in time as one of Ultron’s clones blasted the area she had just been. He noticed how her skin slowly drained itself of any color, causing him to curse softly before rushing her over to safety.

“(Y/N), what’s going on? Are you hurt?” He asked, looking over her body for some kind of bleeding wound. “Is it because of your powers? You haven’t used them in a while.” He explains.

“No, I--” She jerked forward before vomiting up whatever they had eaten last night, causing Pietro to move more out of shock than anything.

“Did you get hit in the stomach?” He asked worriedly before looking up to see Wanda rushing over to them.

“What’s going on?” She frowns, glancing at (Y/N) who was gagging heavily.

“She’s hurt, but I don’t know what happened.” Pietro explains when Wanda leans down and places her hands onto (Y/N)’s forehead. She looked inside to see what happened before she felt another energy pulling at her powers, causing her to gasp. “What! What’s wrong?” Pietro asked as Wanda’s wide eyes locked onto (Y/N)’s stomach.

“You--She is… She is carrying a child. I can feel it.” She whispered softly as Pietro and (Y/N) both looked up to Wanda in disbelief.

“Wha--What?” (Y/N) stuttered out, feeling like she was going to vomit now for a different reason.

“You are pregnant. When I looked into your head, I felt something pulling at me. I could feel the heat bloom from your stomach. It is a baby.” She explains, placing a hand onto her stomach as (Y/N) looked to Pietro.

“What--What do we do?” (Y/N) asked.

“Well you are definitely not fighting anymore. Wanda, stay with her. I have to end this now.” Pietro stood up before (Y/N) surged her hand out and took his own.

“Pietro, wait! Don’t go! I can’t--You can’t die!” She exclaims, looking distraught.

“I have to go, and I will not die… It sounds like I have three people I need to protect.” He offers his signature smirk before he was gone.

“Pietro!!” (Y/N) screams before Wanda pulls her back from the havoc that was outside the crumbling door. She buried her face into Wanda’s jacket before sobbing as she placed a hand onto her stomach. This was too much to handle at once.

It was finally over, (Y/N) had been taken by Hawkeye so Wanda could help fight the others. She held her breath since she hadn’t heard from either of them as they were boarding onto the Quinjet.

“Where is Pietro and Wanda?” (Y/N) demanded, storming over to Vision who looked to her.

“They are behind you.” Vision assures, gesturing behind her as she turned just in time to see Pietro and Wanda stepping onto the jet.

Tears flooded down (Y/N)’s face as she rushed over, hugging Wanda before turning her attention towards her lover. She held him tightly as he smiled, holding her back before he moved them so the others could get on board as well.

“Pietro Maximoff, if you do something so stupid again, I swear to every god that exists, you won’t be able to outrun my wrath.” She growled softly.

“Noted.” He chuckles before kissing her passionately before sitting down onto the floor. He pulled her into his lap, rubbing up and down her back. “You know, we should talk about this,” He places his hand onto her stomach. “I think this is rather important, but later. Right now, I am just thankful that we are all alive.” He whispered.

“I’m scared.” She whispered softly as he looked up to her with a confused face for a moment. “What if I’m not a good mom. I mean… Pietro, we’re practically kids.” She whispered with a wobbling lower lip.

“That may be true, my darling. However, I think we will do just fine. And we have Wanda to help us out. Whatever happens. I’m with you all the way.” He smiles before it falters for a moment. “Do you--Do you want to keep the baby?” He asked, scared she would say no, but knowing that this was her body, her choice.

“Of course I do, I’m just… really scared.” She whispered before laughing in tears. “We’re going to have a baby.” She gasps.

“We are.” He whispered before she laid down and fell asleep from exhaustion. Pietro watched her for a moment before running his fingers through her hair as his eyes slowly fell onto her stomach. “Hello my little gem. This is your daddy speaking, and I just wanted to let you know that I love you so much already. Even if you are this tiny little thing that doesn’t have a heartbeat yet.” He whispered. “I hope I can be a good dad for you.” He whispered softly.

“You will be.” A rough voice assured as Pietro’s eyes snapped up to see Hawkeye grinning down at him. “Because you’ve got us to help out when you need it.” He assures before Pietro looks down to (Y/N) once again before he smiles.

“It seems our family just got a little bigger.” He chuckles to (Y/N)’s stomach before pulling (Y/N) into his arms and his eyes fluttered shut. He was just glad that they were no longer being held captive by anyone, they were free to live their lives for the first time in what seemed like forever.

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 4 years

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Hey, could you do a hawkeye pierce nsfw alphabet with the whole alphabet please. Thank you.

A/N: I’ve been away from the Discord for a while, so I’m not sure what the general consensus is. But, these are my headcanons, so tough!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s making some kind of joke. Granted, he’s been making some kind of joke all night. But, if things got a little too serious, he’ll crack one now. He’ll make sure you’ve got water and have cleaned up enough to go back to your place if that’s what you want to do. If you want to stick around? He’ll pull you in, nuzzling your neck until one of you falls asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

As the man has stated, he’s more of a fanny man himself. He hates to see the leave, but he loves watching them go.

For himself, he’s always been proud of his hands. Call it a professional appreciation, but he takes care of them. They’ve done a lot for him over the years.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’ll only cum inside you if you have a condom, no if ands or buts. He doesn’t care if you’re on the pill, he’s not risking it. Also, for as much as he appreciates your “assets” he’s much more likely to cum on your stomach. As he explains it, “why sully a piece of art”.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Your shampoo drives him crazy. He can’t explain it. It’s the same one everyone else uses, but something about it mixed with your hair leaves him reeling. He had to jack one out after catching a whiff of it not long after meeting you. He’s not proud of it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

We all know Hawkeye has a long list of one night stands under his belt. So, needless to say the man knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

For all his talk, he actually likes missionary position. It gives him a clear view of your face, making it easy for him to read your emotions as he tries to makes you laugh or smile. It also gives him easy access to you lips, which he very much appreciates.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sex is Hawkeye’s way to relaxing and getting his mind off all the bad things happening around him. He’s number one goal is to have a good time. So, you bet your ass he’s making jokes and a running commentary every time you get down and dirty. If he isn’t? Well, that something is really wrong.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s not exactly working with precision razors here and for all his skill with a knife, he’s not risking it. He keeps it clean, but is not about go about man-scaping any time soon.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It all depends on the partner. Most of the time it’s a one night stand, and while he can be a romantic if he wants to be, it’s mostly for fun. So, being really intimate isn’t on his priority list. But, if he’s really gotten involved with a person? It can be intense to the point he’s not even sure what’s going on.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s not opposed to jacking off, but just as a last resort. He prides himself on being able to get a partner if he really needs to let off some steam, even wait for it. But, every man has his breaking point. He almost feels embaressed after, like he’s a teenager up in his room hoping his Dad doesn’t burst in at any moment.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He does have a thing for high heels. He’s got a particular fantasy of fucking you while you wear nothing but high heels. They do amazing things for your legs, and even more to your ass. How could he not?

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere he can have some privacy. Seriously, at this point, he ain’t picky.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Hawkeye is ready to go at basically any moment the second you tell him you’re horny. Assertiveness of any kind really can get him hot and bothered, whether it’s directed at him or someone else.

If he really likes you though, he can be one clingy bitch. One time you had to leave for Tokyo for a week and when you got back, he couldn’t keep his hands off you, pulling you into every empty closet, bunk, and shower he could find.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s actually got a pretty low tolerance for pain, so anything like that isn’t really his thing. He talks a big game, but it’s really just to tease Margaret. Extensive pain has no place in his pleasure, as far as he’s concerned.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving rather than giving, but he’ll give if someone asks him to. Granted, he’ll quickly move to just using his fingers. He’s not going to shut up for anything.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually on the fast side; most of the time he’s not sure how long he has to enjoy the privacy before someone comes bursting in. He’s tries to to be rough while he does it though, just keeping a good, steady, quick beat. He really only goes slow and sensual when he’s with someone he really, really likes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are what he’s good at. He takes particular pride at once getting his partner off in less than five minutes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hawkeye is willing to try just about anything at least once, which is why he’s got a pretty extensive list of dos and don’ts under his belt.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s good for at least two fast rounds, or one really long one (if he has the time).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Hawkeye doesn’t have any toys himself, but he’s willing to use any that you have. Like I said, he’ll try anything once.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Yes, and he’s an asshole about it. He really likes to tease you if you were being particularly mouthy with him in the O.R. It’s his own form of petty revenge, but he knows you love it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He never really gets lower than conversational tones, since, again, not much privacy. That being said, he starts to talk more if that’s even possible, his words coming out in a string of consciousness. It takes you kissing him to finally shut him up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s not as kinky as he lets on. He’s bluffing most of the time when he makes comments to the nurses and particularly Margaret. It’s just his way of joking around, but when you get right down to it, he’s almost vanilla in his preferences.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a bit longer than average, but about average girth. He takes some pride at this extra bit of length, but from his own experience, “it’s the motion of the ocean” that really counts.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. I’d say his sex drive is pretty high. I don’t think I need to explain myself here.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a bit to calm down, actually. Sometimes that means getting back to work after a quickie. Sometimes that means just talking and joking with you for a while into the night. Either way, you’re more likely to go to sleep before he does.

#hawkeye pierce #hawkeye pierce x reader #mash #mash imagine #m*a*s*h #lemon

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s-trawberryv-eins · 4 years

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A Poorly Kept Secret

NOT MY GIF

Prompt: Fake not dating for @lets-hargrooves writing challenge!

Summary: The plan was to keep it secret a little longer. Sam has other ideas.

Warnings: Violence, injury, angst.

A/N: My terrible and LATE entry for the Valentines Day Writing Challenge. My prompt was fake not dating. I kinda strayed but I think (?) it still counts! It’s absolute trash, it’s sh*t, don’t waste your time! Hasn’t been proofread, try not to throw up when you read it!

Bucky Barnes x reader

Avengers x reader

Word count: 2839

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“Good evening Agent, Sergeant.” As Y/N and Bucky strolled into the empty common room hand in hand, the were immediately greeted by FRIDAY. “You’re both required upstairs straight away.”

Sharing a look of confusion, the pair headed straight to the elevator with a shrug. As they waited, Barnes realised he really didn’t want to let go of the girls hand. Tonight had been their third date, and his feelings for his teammate had grown quickly.

“I wish we coulda stayed out longer.” Y/N smiled at his confession, a faint blush staining her cheeks.

“Me too. But I’m gonna run the risk of assuming we’d both be up for another date, so I’m not gonna cry too hard about it.” The smile on her face made her cheeks ache, but she relished in the feeling. Taking a step closer to the soldier, she kept her eyes on his, staring up through thick black lashes.

“I would 100%, most definitely be up for another date, Miss Y/L/N. In fact, I insist upon it.” Barnes’ words had her blushing again, and she subconsciously scolded herself for falling for the man so quickly.

“I’ll make the reservations.” Bucky left no room for disagreement but found she didn’t mind so long as they were going out again.

“Where?”

“I’m not telling.” And then her lips were on his and she swore she’d never felt anything like it before. Soft and hot, seared into her brain for the rest of time and thank god because to forget this would be to commit a crime punishable by death. Bucky’s hand that held her own was pressed against her back, holding her ever closer. His other hand rested at the base of her neck as he ran his thumb over her flushed cheek.

It wasn’t their first kiss, but it was most definitely their first kiss. And as they separated, breathless and surprised by Y/N sudden initiation of the intimacy, they stayed close; foreheads resting against each other, hands still entwined. As if the universe had been looking down on them, the elevator doors opened not a second too soon, allowing them to have their moment in peace.

After no less than fifteen minutes in the board room, the team was fully briefed and boarding the Quinjet, headed for the Appalachian Mountains. Tasks and objectives had been delegated, and everybody knew their roles.

“Hey Y/N? Where were you tonight?” Natasha and Y/N had planned to train together, but the latter had bailed after making plans with Bucky.

“Oh. I was on a date, actually. Some loser I met on my run this morning. Definitely won’t be seeing him again.” Scrunching her nose up in faux disgust, Natasha laughed and went to sit with the girl to press for details. The lie came easily enough; she was rather gifted in the field of espionage after all.

Something in Bucky’s chest sank a little at her words. It’d been his idea to keep it between the two of them, but it wasn’t pleasant. When Sam approached, it only made matters worse.

“Why the sour face? You mad cos people here can actually get dates? Ha. I’ll set you up Barnes!” Trying his best to tune his friend out, Bucky made himself comfortable. It was going to be a long flight.

After three days, the Winter Solider was becoming increasingly frustrated with the current state of affairs. Barnes and Barton had been paired up and given the job of the eyes in the sky. The site they were aiming to infiltrate and take down was located on the east side of the mountain range. Hawkeye and the Winter Soldier were to keep an eye out, and slowly dispose of the guards who stood around the perimeter.

The facility was expecting two ‘specialists’ to arrive from England. After the team had located the expected, they grabbed them before they’d made their presence known. Upon learning that the facility did not know what they looked like, only their names, Y/N and Sam had volunteered to go under cover; Bucky wasn’t happy, but he was even more unhappy that he couldn’t really protest.

The rest of the team were to infiltrate the site and free the hostages being held there for human experimentation, before taking the whole thing to pieces.

The only problem was, this couldn’t be an in and out mission. It relied heavily on Falcon and Y/C/N disabling the surprisingly high-tech security system. In order to stand a chance, they had to be trusted enough to be left alone - an unlikely feat.

“Romanoff,” Barnes’ watchful eye spotted two guards approaching from the right, a blind spot the redheaded assassin was working around. “3 ‘o’ clock.” With his eye trained perfectly on the scope of his weapon, he offered a countdown for Black Widow to position herself accordingly.

“In 3...2…” In the space of a second, Natasha had cleared the space, Bucky had fired, and his targets were down. Clockwork.

A thankyou from Natasha and she was back to work.

“If everything’s gone to schedule, we should be clear for entry in 3 minutes. If not, we’ve got trouble and we need to get those two out of here.”

An arrow fired, narrowly missing the Captain as it soared through the air and pierced the jugular of an approaching target. Steve’s eyes tracked the path of the arrow, scowling when they landed on the man who let it fly.

“Nearly had my eye out, Barton.”

But with a soft smirk and a tilt of the head, the marksman replied “no chance, Cap. I never miss!”

“If you’ve done flirting, shall we?” Tony’s voice rang out, summoning those on ground level to the rendezvous point. As they approached, Steve stood forward, waiting for Tony’s signal to attempt entrance. The blond reached for the door but jumped back into a defensive stance when the buzzer sounded, and the door seemed to open by itself.

Everyone readied for a fight, unsure of what they’d find waiting for them behind the large steel contraption when a voice crackled through.

“I’m sorry guys. We were made.”

The doors peeled open, loud and creaking, adding to the tension that stood in the moment. Two guards stepped into the light, one gripping Y/N by her neck and the other Sam. It was clear that they’d not lasted long in the facility by the way the bruising had coloured on their faces. Yellowing already, it was proof that their friends had been suffering several days.

Bucky stood breathless; unsure of how to respond to the threat in front of him, he did the only thing he felt he could. Shouldering his weapon once again, he trained it on the face of the man who held the girl he was falling for, unsure of whether she was even still breathing.

Upon watching Barnes take aim, Barton followed suit, waiting for instructions from his Captain.

“We’ve got a lock.”

“Negative! Y/L/N and Wilson could be dead before you’ve even released. Stand down.” Drawing a shaky breath, Bucky was set to follow orders when a gravelly feminine voice broke through the comms tech.

“Do it, Bucky.” Panic bloomed in his chest, a feeling he’d never felt before.

“Do it or he will. You don’t really think they’ll let us leave alive, do you? We saw too much.” As the words left her mouth, the grip on her throat increased. Bucky couldn’t breathe. Her words were true, he knew that much. But was he really capable of shooting his teammate, of shooting Y/N?

“Stop talking or your friend dies.” Sam was hanging onto consciousness by a thread, but he wasn’t going down without a fight.

“South east wing has an elevator-“ Sam screwed his eyes shut as he felt the gun press into his back, and he readied himself for death.

“Bottom floor-“ the gunshots fired before anybody could blink. Y/Ns body crumpled to the ground, as did the men holding the two Avengers captive, but Sam stayed on his feet. Spinning around to assess the damage, the team snapped back into action immediately. Steve called for a medical evacuation whilst Sam located the shot the girl had suffered.

“GSW to the shoulder. She’s losing too much, she’s been...she’s been bleeding for-“ A hand came to sit on Wilson’s shoulder, gently prying him from the girl.

“Sam? Hey! You’re in shock. Let Tony take a look.” Natasha pulled Falcon along, barely flinching when he threw himself into her arms.

“Good shot, Barnes. In one side, out the other. And into that guys chest by the looks of things. You too, Hawkeye.” Tony assessed the damage before coating the bullet wound in an antibacterial spray.

The men simply nodded, but Bucky barely heard a thing for the sound of his blood thundering through his veins.

“Sam, please. You’ve got to stop doing this to yourself. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me. I’m the one who shot her, for crying out loud.” Bucky tried to reason with his friend, who, since returning home from the mission, had buried himself in a ditch of guilt, shame, and helplessness as Y/N remained unconscious, hooked up to a range of machines in the med bay.

“You weren’t in there, Barnes! You weren’t…I don’t know what I’ll do if she doesn’t make it.” Sam’s confession had Bucky’s heart jump up and land in his throat. He’d been gripping on to the hope the doctors had given them, and he’d been remaining laughably optimistic since they returned. But if she didn’t pull through? What would any of them do?

The Winter Soldier looked his friend up and down; Sam had been in bad shape when they wheeled him from the Quinjet, but the wounds were mostly superficial. After a round of antibiotics, a good nights sleep and a day of bed rest, he was feeling better – physically, at least. The same couldn’t be said for Y/N.

An angry infection had spread from a wound on her leg, poisoning her bloodstream and preventing her healing. Surprising, but much to Bucky’s relief, the gunshot wound had been the least of her problems when she’d returned. The infection had rendered her entirely out of action, consciousness only coming in fleeting moments before the girl slipped back into a sleepy state again.

“It’s been three days. She should be awake.” Sam’s words loomed over, hanging in the air like a threat. It had crossed Bucky’s mind, but he refused to allow himself to go there.

“Sam! Bucky! Tony wants us there; he’s got an update.” Wanda appeared out of nowhere, and vanished just as quickly, but the boys took no notice as they made their way to the med bay.

Upon arriving, Steve, Natasha, Clint and Tony were already there.

“Well?” Wilson took to demanding answers instantly. “Tony?”

Stark’s eyes were clouded over, seeming darker than they ever had before. “Y/N’s awake for now but-“ sucking in a breath before continuing, the team didn’t waste a second.

“I’m sorry.” Tony’s voice rang out after them, but they never heard it. Grief hit in a tidal wave, and every second felt more precious than the last.

Joining the rest of the team in Y/Ns room, Bucky felt sick to his stomach. A thousand ‘what if’s rang through his brain, a million questions that would never get answered. It seemed that the universe would never again smile down upon him, as if he’d been testing his luck even taking more than a glimpse at the girl.

“Why do you all look so miserable?” With a voice weak from dehydration, Y/N reached out to grab Sam’s hands, tugging him closer with the little strength she had. When nobody responded, she grew nervous.

“Seriously?”

“Y/N/N, we spoke to Tony…” Confusion crossed her face, brows furrowing as she tried to decipher why on earth the superheroes in front of her looked shaken to their cores. It was only after a second of thought that it clicked.

Pushing herself up into an upright position, the girl rolled her eyes before shouting the man guilty of the long faces in the room.

“TONY STOP TELLING PEOPLE I’M DYING!” A second later, it seemed to click. An exasperated sigh from Natasha and she and Clint left the room, promising to come back later on after they’d found and killed Tony. Steve pressed a kiss to the side of her head, and also took his leave to go and stop Nat from killing Tony.

“So you’re okay?” The look of shock on Wilson’s face never left, despite the sudden reassurance that she wasn’t in fact dying.

“Bucky, help me up a sec?” Pushing the covers away from her body, she used the super soldier as leverage to pull herself to her feet. Turning away from him, the girl leaned on him for support, her back pressed against his chest as if to reassure them both at the same time. Bucky sighed as she leaned into him, grateful to be close to her again, even if it wasn’t quite as close as he wanted to be.

Dressed only in cotton shorts and a hoodie, her legs were bare.

“Look, Sammy. It’s a little sore, but it’s better. See?” Gesturing to the hot pink jagged scar that trailed down her thigh, she waited for Sam to settle.

“And-…and the bullet wound?” A smile danced on her lips as he slowly started to believe her.

“Bucky’s a real good shot, Sam. Didn’t hit anything important, and it’s healing real good. Just a few bruises.” Sam stayed silent; arms unsettled at his sides, gaze stuck on the floor. Y/N sensed his unease, and after squeezing Bucky’s hand firmly, she let go of him. On wobbly legs, she made her way over to her shaken friend, and pulled him in for a firm hug.

“I’m okay. You’re okay. Tony did a mean thing and I’m sorry. You protected me, Sam. They’d have done so much worse if you hadn’t stopped them. You saved me, Sammy.” As if a light bulb came on, the hug was suddenly returned tenfold.

After almost a full minute, Wilson pulled away, a determined look in his eye.

“You’re okay. I’m gonna go kill Tony too. Just in case he isn’t dead enough already.” With a sad smile and a reassuring nod, Sam left the room, leaving Y/N and Bucky alone.

“You promise? You swear to me right now that you’re okay?” The soldiers resolve melted away entirely, and with too large strides forward the girl was in his arms again.

“Y/N? I mean it!” The fear in his voice was prominent, and it took Y/N by surprise. Nodding despite herself, she fought to reassure another one of her teammates that she was healing well.

“Bucky? Look at me, Buck.” Taking his face in her hands, the look in his eyes broke her heart completely. The icy blue was clouded with fear, with the sadness that he was struggling to let go of.

“Bucky, darling? I’m alright. I’m worn out, and I’m in a bit of pain, but I am okay. I swear to you-“

He was the one kissing her this time, and it frightened her how good it felt. Urgent and wanted for far too long, Bucky seemed to pour everything he had into the kiss. But then he pulled away frantically, as if something had burned him.

“I SHOT YOU! What the fuck?” The shock on Y/Ns face dissolved into a fit of giggles as the Winter Soldier stood wide eyed before her.

“We’ve been on three dates, and then I shot you. Oh God.” The giggling continued until a loud gasp sounded from the doorway. Spinning around, her jaw dropped open to see that Sam had returned midway through their conversation.

“YOU’VE BEEN ON THREE WHAT”

“Sam…” The warning tone in Bucky’s voice did nothing to still the obvious excitement ready to bubble over and out them both to the team.

“Sammy, we need you to keep it a secret okay? Please, please don’t tell anyone yet?” With a suspicious eye, Sam looked the pair up and down.

“Okay! I hate you! Fine!” Storming out of the room, Falcon marched off down the hallway, a string of curses leaving his mouth as he did so, earning a belly laugh from Barnes.

Grabbing Bucky’s hands in her own, Y/N looked up to meet his eyes. “Will you sit with me a while? It gets kinda-“

“EVERYONE! BARNES AND Y/N ARE DATING.”

Fear quickly filled the girls bones, she was entirely unsure of what this meant. Would Bucky run and hide? Would he want to call it quits? Was it over?

As if sensing her unease, Barnes raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

“I guess that’s that then.”

Reaching forward, he grabbed her hips and pulled her forward with a gentle force. Lips collided, a warm passion wanting to be explored. The sergeant held the girl ever closer, but the kiss softened.

No urgency, now they had all the time in the world.

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