#WANDA'S NOT DEAD YET IDC

[cieric-of-chaos]

If Wanda is really Dead:(...do y'all think she's in Hell right now or shes tryna fight St.Peter for the keys of heaven....

Just imagine San Pedro getting jump by a single mother in the Heaven's parking lot...lol

Random Ik...I just saw something really funny about the gates of heaven in my Pinterest...while making boards and then this thought occurred.....

[redgillan]

Under Pastel Skies - 3

Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Word Count: 2,587

Warnings: none

A/N: I wanted to give Reader a family and this is the easiest way to do it. Btw Peggy’s husband isn’t Steve, I have other plans for him ;) Enjoy!

Wannabe sugar daddies don’t interact, idc if you have money, eat it and leave me be.

The rest of the week went by, and you kept hoping Bucky would come back. You hadn’t seen him since he’d left 300 dollars under his napkin after visiting you at work. You had tucked the bills into your bra, knowing they would be safe there, and walked home at the end of your shift.

Now it was Thursday afternoon and you were craving a day off.

Natasha’s apartment was spacious and the oversized glass window bathed the living room in natural sunlight. The apartment was a gift from Sam. Obviously.

You dropped your purse on the sofa –your bed- and laid out the bills on the coffee table. It was made of marble and brass, another gift from Sam.

You didn’t know what to do with the money, so you took it wherever you went, to keep it safe. You wanted to return it to Bucky. It was too much and you weren’t used to random acts of kindness.

You sunk into the cushion and blew out a sigh as you stared at the money. The persistent vibration of your phone against your thigh pulled you out of your thoughts. Half expecting it to be Natasha, you answered without looking at the caller ID.

The operator told you that Scott Lang was calling from Saint Quentin State Prison, and asked if you would accept the charges. You agreed. You always agreed.

“Splotchy, I need your help.”

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back against the cushion. “I told you to stop calling me that, Scott.”

It was a silly nickname.

As a child, your mother dubbed you splotchy because of the colourful doodles you painted on the living room walls, and your siblings, who were roughly a few years older than you, had loved using that nickname. Especially since they knew you disliked it.

Their support and endless enthusiasm played a big part in your artistic journey, nurturing that spark into a flame. What started out as a childlike fascination with colours and shapes became your whole life. No one was surprised when you decided to pursue a degree in fine arts.

After the death of her husband, Peggy Carter adopted five children; a little boy from San Francisco, a little girl from Wakanda, twins from Sokovia and a little girl whose birth parents were still in high school. You were the last one, the only one she adopted as a baby.

“Is it offensive to call an artist splotchy?”

“It’s irrelevant. I haven’t painted in months,” you replied. “And we’re not kids anymore, you can use my name.”

“I’ve been calling you Splotchy for so long, I forgot your actual name.”

“You’re so funny,” you deadpanned. “What do you need, Scott?”

Scott’s tone changed suddenly, his voice grew agitated. “I need you to call Maggie. She isn’t picking up when I call her.”

“Scott,” you sighed.

“I haven’t talked to Cassie since her birthday,” he cut you off, pleading. “Please, I just want to talk to my little girl.”

Maggie was Scott’s ex-wife. Six months after his incarceration, she had filed for divorce. Natasha thought it was a real dick move but you didn’t blame Maggie. She was alone, her husband was in jail –for basically being a dumbass although the official charge was embezzlement and destruction of property- and she had a kid to raise.

Maggie wasn’t a saint but she was a good mother, and Cassie was a smart and healthy kid. Now you knew what to do with Bucky’s money.

“I’ll call her,” you said. “Listen, I’m going to put 50 bucks on your book. Buy yourself a bar of soap, I can smell you from here.” Scott interrupted you with a monotone ‘har har’. You chuckled. “I’ll buy Cassie a Christmas gift on your behalf, all right? I think she wanted a bike.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chanted over the phone, his voice muffled as if he was holding the receiver too close to his mouth. “Are you sure you can afford it? I know it isn’t easy for you. Between living in New York and paying for mom’s nursing home, you don’t have to-”

“It’s fine,” you said, cutting off the conversation. “I’m not alone, Okoye helps.”

“And Wanda?”

“She sends postcards from time to time.”

The line went quiet for a moment. “I want to get out of here so bad,” Scott groaned. “Everything’s gone to shit since I went to jail.”

“Everything’s gone to shit since Pietro died, Scott.” You both remained silent, remembering your late brother. Just thinking about him made your eyes start to prickle with tears, so you cleared your throat and ended the call. “I’ll talk to Maggie. You’ll be out soon, just... stay out of trouble. Love you.”

You left your phone on the table and kicked off your shoes before you lay down on the sofa for a well-deserved nap. In your dreams your brothers weren’t either dead or in prison, your mother hadn’t been diagnosed with Alzheimer, and you weren’t a burden to your friend.

If you were lucky enough, you wouldn’t even dream at all.

The next day, Bucky arrived at the hotel at six thirty and you playfully glared at him from across the lounge. He wasn’t stupid, he knew why you were glaring at him. At least he had the decency to look a little sheepish.

“Just so you know, you bought yourself about 30 breakfasts,” you told him, referring to the far-too-generous tip he had left the other day.

“A man’s gotta eat,” he replied with a boyish cockiness that made him look stupidly attractive. You were too flustered to find a good comeback.

You brought him his cup of coffee and let him enjoy his breakfast while you attended to your other clients. It was an unusually busy day, the room was packed with families who were getting ready to explore Manhattan. You didn’t have time to chat with Bucky and he didn’t stay long. You saw him flinch a couple of times; the muscles in his shoulders pulled tight and his eyes darting left and right.

He left another ridiculously generous tip, along with a handwritten note. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day x.

Bucky came back the following week, and even though it was a quiet morning, you made sure to find him a table in a secluded spot. He didn’t notice when you slipped the 300 dollars into the pocket of his coat. You could be pretty sneaky, too.

“Mmmh,” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin, “I looked at your Instagram.”

“Oh,” you glanced at your shoes, embarrassed. “Wait, you’re on Instagram? I have a hard time imagining you scrolling through your feed.”

He laughed a little. “I’ll admit I’m not as tech savvy as you youngsters, but I’m not a fossil. I use it to look at the pictures my sister post of my niblings.”

“Cute,” you grinned.

“Anyway,” he said, pushing a hand through his hair. “I love your work. It’s very unique; a cross between Impressionism and Post-impressionism. It’s realistic, and yet there’s something different...” his face scrunched up as he tried to look for the right word. “There’s something in your paintings, something that isn’t here in real life but perhaps should be. It’s hard to explain. It’s a feeling, a color, a pattern; it’s indiscernible but it’s there.” He looked up at you, his cheeks red with embarrassment. “I’m not making much sense, am I?”

You blinked, suddenly stunned that someone had such strong opinions about your work. There was nothing but sincerity in his ocean-blue eyes, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words.

“I, um-” you cleared your throat, “Thank you, I didn’t know that. I look up to Monet, obviously. His work is phenomenal, and I also have a soft spot for Van Gogh.” You ran a hand across your face. “Sorry, I’m a little emotional. The people who compliment my art are usually my siblings, and Nat.”

“And now me,” he said with a warm smile. “And soon a lot more people.”

Flustered, you bit your bottom lip. “That would be nice.”

Bucky nodded. He gathered his silverware and set them on his plate, trying to buy time. You watched him hesitate before he turned to you. “I noticed that your last post was from almost a year ago.”

“Yeah,” you said with a casual shrug. “I don’t really paint anymore. I’m too tired when I get home and supplies are expensive.”

“Of course,” he pursed his lips in thought. “Are you free this afternoon? I was wondering if we could meet for coffee.”

You tried not to show your surprise but his words made the sleeping butterflies in your stomach crack an eye open, their interest piqued.

Was he asking you out? He’d come to your workplace every week since your brief ‘date’. He always gave you more-than-generous tips, and he listened to you with a combination of close attention and warmth that made you weak at the knees.

He’d made it clear he wasn’t looking for anyone but maybe he had changed his mind. Agh, down girl! He just wanted a friend.

You looked into his beautiful eyes, seeing a myriad of expressions cross his face before he smiled at you.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you, angel.”

It was an honest lie, just hearing him call you angel felt like a punch to the stomach. The butterflies were dancing around, reborn, and chanting the word ‘date’.

“If you don’t like coffee, we can have tea, or ice cream,” he said, “anything as long as you can sit down with me.”

You snorted. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeated, smiling. “This is my number. Pick a place and I’ll meet you there.”

After breakfast, you closed the restaurant and started cleaning the Lounge. You brought everything back to the kitchen, stacked the dishes in the dishwasher and turned it on. Then you put away the unopened miniature jams, butter and whatnot, and gathered the remaining patisseries and fresh fruits in a basket that you would later bring to the reception.

You worked mechanically. It wasn’t exactly the most exciting job you’d ever had.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky. It was easy to let your mind wander into the cosy and dangerous territory of this being a real date.

You decided to go to the Australian coffee shop near Natasha’s apartment. It was popular but not as crowded as Starbucks, which suited you fine.

After your shift, you removed your uniform and changed into the spare set of clothes you kept in your locker for emergencies. Emergencies being an impromptu date or a night out with Nat. You dug around in your purse for your lipstick; the nice one, the Carter Red as your mother called it.

You dabbed the lipstick on your lips, staining them. You only wore it on special occasions, and you weren’t sure Bucky deserved your full red pout.

You walked to the café with a little pep in your step and a confident smile on your face. The freezing temperature didn’t matter, you were too giddy to care. It was a date, it had to be, why else would he ask you to meet for coffee?  

You smiled when you saw him through the coffee shop window. He was chatting with the waiter as the latter set two mugs on the table.

“Hi again!” You shrugged out of your jacket and took a seat.

“I hope you like hot chocolate. Carl, here, says it’s their best seller,” Bucky said, smiling kindly at the waiter.

“Enjoy, and if you need anything else don’t hesitate to call me.”

You carefully wrapped your cold hands around your mug while you watched Carl walk away. A moment of silence rose between you. Bucky watched you with an unreadable expression, making you fidget in your seat.

“I’m glad you came,” he finally said.

“Me too. I’m a little surprised you asked.”

He looked down at his mug and smiled; it didn’t reach his eyes. “I have something to ask you.” He paused. “The night we met, you said you agreed to see me because being in a... financial relationship felt like the only solution to your problems.”

 Your smile faltered but he didn’t seem to notice. Oh. The butterflies in your stomach fell so suddenly that it felt like carrying a ball of lead. They went back into hibernation.  

“If I had been a decent person and, I don’t know, bought you a drink, talked to you,” he paused, meeting your eyes. “Would you have been interested in this type of relationship? With me, I mean.”

You swallowed hard. “You want to be my sugar daddy.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement. You were slowly realizing that you had been wrong about his intentions. This wasn’t a date, it was a business afternoon tea.

He winced. “Do we really have to call it that? I was thinking mentorship. I can provide financial help, and in exchange you could be my friend.”

“I can be your friend for free,” you said, your throat tightening.

He shrugged, a small smile on his lips. “This way we’ll both get something out of it.”

You looked down at your hands, still wrapped around the mug, and pursed your lips in thought. You felt a sharp tingling sensation in your nose, a sign that you were about to cry. You closed your eyes and clenched your jaw, fighting against the flood that was coming.

You pushed all the emotion down and forced a smile to your face. “Do you mind if I use the restroom? I just took the subway, I’d like to wash my hands.”

Bucky watched you, momentarily stunned by your request. “Of course, take your time,” he quickly recovered.

“Thanks,” you croaked, pushing your chair back.

You picked up your bag and walked to the restroom, your legs feeling like cotton wool. You didn’t need to use the restroom, you had walked to the café, but you needed a moment alone to collect yourself.

A woman came out of the restroom, holding the door open for you. You picked up the pace and thanked her before closing the door behind you. You looked pretty sickly under the artificial light of the restroom. Your eyes were glassy with tears and your red lips were taunting you.

“Got your hopes up, uh?” You watched your lips move. A little humourless chuckle escaped you and you shook your head at your own idiocy.

You aggressively wiped the lipstick off your mouth with the back of your hand and sighed deeply as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Now you felt like an idiot.

It wasn’t Bucky’s fault. He had been nothing but nice and kind, and perhaps you had mistaken his kindness for flirting. A naïve mistake. You had always been a little clueless when it came to men.

You ran your index fingers under your eyes to get rid of the makeup that had gathered there. It wasn’t the end of the world, you barely knew him anyway. It didn’t hurt any less, though.

Maybe it was time for you to do something out of character, to experience life no matter how crazy it seemed. You were dreading this conversation with Bucky, but you couldn’t hide in the restroom forever. With another sigh, you pushed yourself away from the sink and walked out of the restroom.

Part 4

[harryspet]

rogue angel [6] bucky barnes

[Warnings] dark bucky barnes x reader, daddy bucky, forced age regression, stockholm syndrome?, dd lg dynamic, praise kink, fingering, handjob, daddy kink, orgasm control/denial, little editing

A/N: this chapter is a little shorter than the others but a lot of fun happens! also, I made the moodboard before I finished the chapter so it doesn’t match but idc lol.

In which you discover the potential of your princess parts. 

series masterlist

word count: 2.4k 

Bucky’s body looked like it was sculpted by a Greek God. You wondered how he managed to stay in such good shape when he was dealing with you so much. It seemed like you were together 24/7 over the next few weeks and, when you asked about it, he mentioned how he went on runs while you took your midday nap. You had seen him shirtless a few short times but now … now you were taking in his full form. 

He only wore a pair of swim trunks, his body glowing under the bright sun. It was one of the rare days when the sun was fully out and Bucky decided that the two of you should take full advantage of it. 

The first part of your day started with a make-shift water slide. Bucky laid out a huge black tarp, spraying it with dish soap and then letting the water from the hose run down it. He encouraged you to slide down it and you had a blast. You liked it best when he held you in his lap, sliding down the small hill together. 

You couldn’t stop your giggling as you crashed into each other, slipping around and spinning in circles. It was another thing to add to your list of likes. 

You spent all day outside with him, basking in your newly found youth. 

Now you were watching him water the small garden that decorated the front of the cabin when suddenly the hose turned on you. You were kneeling down, mindlessly stirring a stick around the hole you had dug in the ground. You let out a small yelp, running away from the cold water, as you giggled uncontrollably. The water followed you, soaking your hair and your yellow, one-piece swimsuit. 

“Daddy,” You whined, as his assault finally ended. You wiped your eyes to find him grinning at you, “I was making soup!”

Bucky followed your gesture towards the hole in the ground filled with mud and dead flowers. Archie had helped you dig it and now he was covered in mud too. The mud was decorating your swimsuit and your bare legs, “And now my little tomboy is all muddy,” He sprayed you again, chasing you down with the water. You couldn’t help but smile as he finally wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back towards the house, “You and Archie both need a bath.”

He turned you so you front was pressed against his, “I’m not dirty,” You frowned, your hands pressed to his chest, “I’m clean.”

“I beg to differ, little girl,” He stated firmly, “Do you want to help Daddy get Archie clean?”

You nodded eagerly, excited as long as you weren’t the one who had to be scrubbed down. Archie shook out his fur, effectively getting dirt everywhere. Bucky returned to the house to get supplies, leaving you there with Archer. 

There were still no days passed where you didn’t think about running away. Before, you promised yourself you’d run the day that your legs were strong. Now that they were, here you were in his arms. Every time you thought about leaving, you thought about the memory that was triggered by the lightning. They kept shocking you over and over until you couldn’t remember your family anymore. You still couldn’t think of any of their faces and you decided not to ask Bucky about it. 

You couldn’t face that yet. 

There were moments like this when Bucky showed you his trust. Or maybe he was only proving that, no matter fast you ran, he’d be there to catch you. Still, you liked the idea of him trusting you.

The two of you bathed Archer in a small kiddie pool. After Bucky rinsed the husky dog, he allowed you to rub soap into the dog’s fur. 

“Good job, angel,” He complimented you, causing your heart flutter. You couldn’t even meet his eyes as you continued your work. It was a feeling you felt in your core, just like when Wanda complimented you. After you were done, Bucky rinsed the dog again. Another yelp a little as Archie shook out his fur before the two of you could cover him in a towel. 

You helped Bucky wrestle with the dog, drying him off. After, you both effectively smelt like outside and wet dog.  “Would you like a bath now, my darling? Or shall I hose you down too?”

“Shower,” You attempted to bargain, looking into those crystal eyes, “Please?”

Bucky thought about it for a moment, “Okay, shower then. But just for today,” Bucky agreed and your lips tugged into a grinned. Bucky noted how much more of your smile he’d seen lately, “As long as you promise to be a good girl for the rest of the night.”

“I’ll be good. Promise, Daddy.” You nodded, letting him carry you back in the house. He trusted you to keep it and you trusted him in return. 

+

You didn’t expect Bucky to slip into the shower with you. At first, you were still wearing your swimsuit and he was wearing his shorts until you felt him slipping the strap off of your shoulder. He had seen you naked multiple times yet this time was different.

Bucky was even more quiet than usual, observant even. His movements were slow and you wondered why he was taking his sweet time. He let the fabric bunch around your feet before encouraging you to step out of them. Now, you could feel the full force of the hot water cascading over your skin. 

You turned around to face him but you heard a, “Look forward, princess.”

You did as he said, trying to focus on the water in front of you. It was a glass shower and, if you looked in the corner of your eyes, you could see him moving. He was slipping down his boxers, his eyes locked on your body. 

“Good girl,” You bit down on your lip, his words causing heat to rise in your core. You tried to focus on the water. Keyword: tried, “Stay still for me, princess.”

His body pressed against yours, and you felt him run a soapy cloth over your shoulder and down your arms. He cleaned every inch of your body, not letting you lift a single finger. You felt he was studying every curve of your body as he did. He even leaned down to run the cloth over your legs. 

His metal hand held your waist as he finally finished. Your body was frozen with anticipation at that point. He leaned into your ear to say, “Are your princess parts feeling tingly, angel?” 

“M-My princess parts?” You questioned hesitantly. 

You felt his other hand roam over your stomach and then between your legs. You felt what was in between his legs pressing against your bottom, “That area, right here,” His pointer finger swiped over your folds, “How does it feel?”

A shudder went through your body, “... tingly.”

“Tingly?” You could practically hear him smirking, “Do you want Daddy to take care of that for you?”

His fingers were hovering over the area and you had to stop yourself from grinding yourself into his fingers. Bucky felt you nodding, desperate, “Use your words, angel.”

“Please take care of me, Daddy,” You rushed out your words, not bothering to breathe. His fingers gripped your private area, his metal one still holding your waist in place. 

“That’s my girl, using her big girl words. Such a good girl for Daddy,” Bucky noticed how well you responded to praise, making him wanting to keep going and to see how your body reacted. Bucky rubbed all the way up and down your folds before focusing on your sensitive bulb. With each rotation of his fingers, you had to bite down on your lip harder to stop from crying out. 

“Don’t hold it in, baby. Moan for Daddy,” You did slowly, the quiet moans passing your lips. Your breathing was heavy as you tried not to squirm around,  “Good girl, Y/N. You like it when I call you that, don’t you?”

You nodded quickly, feeling his fingers get even faster, “Y-Yes …” At that point, Bucky didn’t even need the water since your own body was fully lubricating your lower region. He could feel how aroused you were. 

“You deserve this, angel. I’m proud of you. You’ve been such a good girl for me all week,” You had been good all week. You’d been compromising and polite. You liked that he was recognizing that very much. Bucky’s metal hand reached to caress your breast, the cold metal tickling your nipples. You yelped at that but you were interrupted by your own moaning. 

Your back pressed against his front as you finally reached your climax. You gripped onto his metal arm as it ripped through you, from your head all the way to your curling toes, “Just one for now, angel,” Bucky said. 

You were still recovering, breathing heavily when Bucky handed you the washcloth, “Daddy’s turn?” You questioned curiously. 

“Turn around, angel,” You obeyed quickly, coming face to face with his chest. As you looked up, you saw the hunger in his eyes. You brought the cloth to his bare chest, wiping and spreading around the suds. 

Your face started to heat with embarrassment as you dragged the cloth over his large biceps. Part of you couldn’t believe that you had ever kissed him or let him do those kinds of things to you. That part was getting smaller and smaller by day. 

“I think … I think I like a lot of things now,” You spoke from your mind. 

“Oh yeah?” Bucky smiled at that, letting your smaller hands wander over him, “What kind of things do you like, princess?”

You spoke as your hands trailed lower, “I like giraffes. I like coloring. I like Archie. I like baking … I like playing in the water with you,” Your hands stopped before they traveled between his legs, the anxiety creeping in. 

“I’m glad, Y/N,” Bucky took your chin in his hands, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips. His hand slowly moved down to your hand, grabbing it and moving it towards his pelvis. As he kissed you, he wrapped your hands around his growing member, “Do you want to know what Daddy likes?”

You felt him harden in your grasp as he moved your hands up and down his length, “W-What?” Your senses were even more overwhelmed than before. 

“When you touch me, princess,” Bucky responded huskily, his breathing starting to get heavier just like yours did. 

“This feels good?” You asked as he let go of your hand. You took it upon yourself to follow his lead, continuing to stroke his member. 

He nodded, grinning, “Yes,” He reassured you, “Just like that, you’re doing good baby.”

“I am?” Your words surprised Bucky. Were you insecure or were you just trying to get him to praise you again? How needy were you for his approval?

“Yes, baby. You make me feel so good,” He grunted and you moved your hands faster. You liked seeing him like this, still strong, but a little bit more vulnerable. 

Bucky leaned down to kiss you again as you continued to pump your hand. As he grunted against your lips, you felt that tingling once again. You craved his touch even more and the idea of waiting until later for him to satisfy you was painful.

You’d just be extra good today.

You assumed he met his climax as his head tilted back but the deep groan that left his lips and the liquid that spilled from his member, frightened you, “Did I hurt you Daddy?” You asked, panicked. 

“No, baby,” He pecked your lips to reassure you, “You did so good. Now, let’s rinse off before we turn into prunes.”

+

“Daddy, do my toys talk?” You asked, staring at the projection of Toy Story on your bedroom wall. Bucky had set up the projector as well as the pile of blankets and pillows. All your stuffed animals were surrounding you too because you didn’t want them to miss the movie either.

“If you use your imagination, I’m sure you can talk to them.”

Bucky’s eyes were focused on the movie but he noted the extra suspicious glances you took towards the large bunny rabbit sitting in the corner. Bucky smiled at your cuteness, pulling you closer to him. 

Wanda had sent the movie DVD’s in their latest care packages as well as cupcake mix, a few dresses, and new binkie that she heard from her mommy groups were even better for adults. You promised Bucky you’d do a photoshoot for him in your new dresses so he could send them the pictures to Wanda. 

You asked about Rory at least daily. Bucky wanted to give you more time to adjust to being with him but he knew he had to start planning another play date soon. He figured it would lift your spirits even further. 

Both of you grew tired as the movie came to an end. At least, Bucky though you were tired. He was taken aback when you abruptly climbed into his lap, “I’ve been good all day,” You told him. You’d eaten all your dinner, helped him with the dishes, and you hadn’t complained about the pull-ups once, “Does that mean I can have more touches on my princess parts?”

You were only wearing a mint t-shirt and your pull-up and Bucky noticed the way your fingers teased along the top of the pull-up, “Getting greedy, are we?” Bucky teased you. 

“Not greedy,” You frowned, “I’m a good girl.”

“Of course you are but it’s bedtime, angel,” Bucky sighed, lifting you up and carrying you to your bed. Bucky tucked you into the bed with Lucy, crossing the room to turn off the projector. The room flooded with darkness and you gripped Lucy tightly. 

Before Bucky left the room, he kneeled beside your bed, and you reached out to hold his hand, “You know, your princess parts are only for Daddy to touch, right?”

“They are?” You questioned curiously. 

Bucky nodded, “So you shouldn’t touch them without my permission, understand?”

You weren’t sure why that was a rule but you nodded anyway, “Yes, I-I understand.”

He rubbed a calming circle into your palm before kissing your forehead. He let you hold onto him for a little while longer before he pulled away and whispered a, “Goodnight, princess.”

As the door closed, you stared up at the ceiling. You thought about his words and that seemed to make the feeling between your legs worse. You almost let out a groan of frustration before you realized an important loophole. Bucky said you couldn’t touch them but … maybe your stuffies could and he’d never know. 

You didn’t think about it longer as you grabbed an elephant-shaped stuffie and placed it between your legs.

“Good girl,” Bucky’s voice echoed in your head, warming your core, and causing the wetness between your legs.

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I think a punishment might be in the reader’s future ... let me know what you think! @stonerosedheart​  gave me the toy story idea!! 

Feel free to message me with your predictions or imagines! Also, send my your darkest fantasies please.

[serpentargo]

my thoughts on ep. 6 and tfatws in general

(long)

THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER SPOILERS

okay i MIGHT ACTUALLY FAINT

the amount of warmth this episode has is HUGE, especially the ending.

honestly while watching this episode i wasn't quite understanding how are they going to develop us agent's, valentina's and sharon's characters, maybe they'll show up in the secret invasion or armour wars,? idk

but also, karli's death is quite... controversial, but i really liked her motives, but not the way she acted and worked. purposeless killing is never good. it's sad she is dead now

i don't even have to say that isaiah's moment in this episode was truly the most important one. it really is

fight scenes were incredible idc what y'all say (especially in the sky)

the thing i noticed is that when sam and batroc fight, the shield falls and he starts fighting without it, just like steve did in ca:tws.

I REMEMBER PREDICTING THE METAL DETECTOR SCENE FIVE DAYS BEFORE TFATWS 1 EP CAME OUT, WHICH IS STILL MY MOST POPULAR POST AND HERE WE MF ARE WITH BUCKY GOING THROUGH IT

sharon is so complicated, i don't understand, we need szn 2

for those of you who say that john walker had his redemption arc: he did not. did the us agent scene tell u something? like he clearly ain't for the good. or his atupid lil head doesn't understand what he's signing up for

BUT i don't are abt them all rn, because i'm still tryna process sambucky oh my god their relationship's development was CRAZY they literally went from enemies to lovers in 6 episodes (tho disney is too homophobic to admit it, so they are just queerbaiting us)

but if coward disney + marvel mix will find courage somewhere out there, i do believe we will get the second season of tfatws (or caatws, but i like captain america and white wolf more tho), where sambucky is canon!!!! i just have a feeling. idek, but my intuition tells me so. maybe it's my love for sambucky. maybe it's a combination.

i don't think someone in the mcu has ever interacted with such intimacy with each other. i can think of wanda and vision only, but they are married. there are so many metaphors, like (some of them i've mentioned before) "they were fixing the boat as their relationship", "they were going away in different directions, but they're finally on the same path", "bucky staring at sam might be funny, but maybe throughout the whole series of him staring, exploring and studying his face was like him trying to understand sam? to understand his point of view? everytime bucky stares at sam he finds out more about him" "those intense stares turn into one proud loving hearteyes staring as he finally understands him?" those nicknames, bickering and arguing don't really matter because from the beginning you can see the touches they shared, so unnoticeable, yet they were still there. they would die for each other from the beginning and you can't tell me otherwise

i am just so glad our whole fandom just agreed with the fact that sambucky is canon

idk these are just my thoughts on sambucky tfatws

[brw]

wanda maximoff, lorna dane and johnny storm for the ask game?

wanda

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

THE OTHER MARVEL MILF. she is... hnng woman. absolutely beautiful tbh. deserves so much fucking better then what she gets hickman get your filthy fucking paws AWAY from her smh 😤 when ppl draw her like... in that way they do where she's chubbier n darker skinned? i die. every fucking time. i also think she is trans? idk i just. really like the idea she means so much to me. may be a lesbian. you might be wondering "brieuc you ship scarletvision how can she be a lesbian" and the answer is easy the vision is a they/them femme marvel just doesn't know it yet. kinda sad that marvel... straight up forgot she had a boyfriend but what can you do. should get to spend time with her children more i think.

like she is... so awesome.... i just love her. so much. i do not acknowledge crimes committed by bendis and hickman </3 i hope she's having fun.

lorna

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

alright so my knowledge of her is... admittedly limited 🙈 but she seems pretty cool n the hair is SUCH a vibe i think she should get a mohawk she'd suit it. butch kinda vibes. i think she deserves to be more powerful then her dad though i think she's earned that also i don't actually like magneto much sjsjjjend. I think she should be taller too whenever I see her in older comics she looks like 6'0 or smth and like 5'7 isn't SHORT but she deserves to be super tall I think <3 idk I think it would work. dated bobby drake which is a mild f but what can you do. also apparently she studied geophysics with alex summers which uh... ight. i mean you do you girl but. shsjhehwjhdhehe

johnny

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

legally i was obliged to call him hot jajsjsjsjs i don't actually find him attractive 🙈. but um 👉👈 he is... a small boy. has so many fucking issues someone PLEASE take him away from sl*tt he's committed crimes against this lad. unofficial third richards child tbh we love it. looks generic as all hell as far as comics go so when he's around hawkeye or cap america or ant-man etc etc etc i honestly sometimes struggle but. beyond that. a boy. just a baby boy. i know he's an adult and i do rlly like adult johnny but he just screams such boy energy. like that's a boy. a good boy. get him away from skye though or at the VERY least someone please take the same to give her an actual personality i know its not her fault she's been written by slott but i could literally not care less for her if i tried. everyone who has made a joke abt lyja writing him will die by my fists idc.

put fictional characters in my asks

[kadywicker]

inifnity war spoilers ahead please leave now if u dont wanna see em

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you had WARNING

anyway heres a rough outline of my thought process thru the movie from what i can remember 

a dude walked in wearing a justice league shirt and it was the biggest power move of the evening

rip heimdall u truly were the hottest bitch in the mcu

i already saw the spoilers that loki died but im still in mourning. my chaotic twink son :( also him tearing up when thor was getting tortured was like, possibly, one of the worst things to happen to me this evening. and his “you will never be a god” and “we will see the sun rise again yet, brother” like i’d rather be dead.

wheres valkyrie you fucking bitches

i know marvel has been trying to make me care about pepper and tony for like.... the entirety of the mcu and in theory i enjoy it but in reality i just heavily do not care

walked into this w out watching dr strange bc i refuse to so seeing him was very unpleasant for me :/

the second that one fuckin... servant of thanos guy showed up that tony called squidward i just burst into fucking laughter bc oh my fucking god. he looks like one of the star wars prequels aliens. i didnt know how i was supposed to react to that??? what the fuck????? kin? 

at least this time tony attempted to get peter away from the fight ig??? also like okay i kno its a running gag but did the russos have to make peter reference old movies like what 3 times in this movie and once in their last one like please..... Please. its done. its over! 

look...... look. look! look. i have made MULTIPLE posts on this website about how ugly i think chris evans is. especially when hes got his weird short, spiky hair. ive made this very VERY clear. i thought i was clear on this, myself. but let me tell u the fuck what when steven grant rogers showed up covered in complete darkness and caught a spear that moves at the speed of light w no hesitation and then stepped out of the shadows i only had one thought: please raw me

also i still dont care about wanda and vision but did wandas accent get slightly less bad or is this just exposure

drax’s reaction to thor was um. Me. also it was this scene that made me realize that ppl saying that the russos reset thor to his previous characterization and that he was nothing like ragnarok thor i....????? hm???? idk i thought he was p in character from what we saw in ragnarok? like did u all expect him to be super light and happy go lucky immediately after his entire planet died and his brother died too like. what.... did u Want. hes still not as grimdark as dark world and he still has the ragnarok vibes but w added “Lifes a Fucking Nightmare So Im Going to Joke Until Someone Murders Me :)” which is just honest to god me, so

oh also in an above part when tony pulled out a flip phone to call steve the dude next to me loudly hissed “what? a fucking flip phone-?” and his wife shushed him. i wanted to lean over and inform him that it was the phone from civil war and if hed been paying ATTENTION he wouldve known that

things arent going to be in much order after this bc im tired and its all a big jumble in my adhd brain but thats okay. its been 6 years and i still couldnt tell u the entire plot of the avengers, so.

tbh the effects in this movie were really fucking gorgeous like.... all the different planets’ scenery was so goddamn beautiful. like idk how to spell it so im not gonna attempt but the planet that gamora died on was literally so fucking pretty i was stunned into a silence what the FUCK was that beautiful nonsense

not enough steve and bucky interaction bc marvels personally out to get me, a known gay

i cant believe buckys a fucking goat farmer like ohfa sdfhadof ?????? just let the man feed his goats in PEACE 

didnt love the whole “thanos really loved gamora” bit but like it makes sense ig. if thats what he thought love was? altho that definitely doesnt mean she loves him or shouldve ever forgiven him bc uuuh Yikes. anyone w abusive parents knows that kind of possessive, overbearing love. and it might be some fucked up twisted form of it but it aint good.

but whoever they casted as baby gamora was spot on? 

when red skull lifted his hood i literally whispered “oh my god” and the lady next to me started laughing at me. 

also while there was a good amount of fighting i rlly appreciated that it wasnt All Fighting and just there to show off that they had cool special effects. like.... it was mostly story and for someone who doesnt give a shit abt action sequences it was v relieving that i didnt have to parse through 2 and a half hours of watching someone do cool but impractical stunts 

man idc abt wanda and dont like mcu natasha bc of the actress but when that chick was like “youll die alone” and natasha said “shes not alone” and then kicked ass i rlly just. hm. thats lesbian.

anyone else agree that when strange said mournfully that there was only one outcome and then said that giving up the time stone was the only way, its basically just telling us that this was all planned and it Will work out fine bc he knew that this was the one path that would lead to them winning. like..... im at least 99% sure thats whats going to happen, here.

steve and bucky may have said 2 sentences to each other but steve reaching out to grab a handful of buckys ashes w a stricken look was literally the worst moment of my entire life and i plan to sue marvel for emotional damages bc that was fucking terrible and i cannot BELIEVE they made me watch that idc if bucky comes back im fuckin pissed

also thats literally every team iron man member to realize that the accords were bullshit and if its 2018 and u still think the accords were right/a good thing i honestly do not know what to tell you

fuckin..... im lookin at captain marvels powers and shes cool and all but hows she gonna save all this........ now im even more curious abt what her movies gonna bring like ???? hello??????

also the only time the theater clapped or cheered was when steve showed up and literally same

i know all the dust ppl r coming back but alsof uc kin......... that was brutal

idk i dont have much 2 add im very sleepy but

i liked it a lot and im excited for the next movie. there were some things that i thought were in poor taste but like..... thats what i expect from every marvel movie, so. im pleasantly surprised by how good this was. idk why but during it it kinda like.... it had the same vibes as return of the king????? like i dont know Why but it has a very.... lotr movie feel to it. but w the staple marvel jokes. idk how to feel about that. i think its good? im not sure. get back to me in a few days after the movie highs worn off and if i still like it then its got my stamp of approval. 

[buckygirl-fanfiction]

Sparks Chapter 31

Pairing: Bucky POV X Reader POV ft. Other characters from the Avengers team.

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: A Fourth of July without Bucky. ANGST ALERT!

A/N: This chapter is unfinished but boy that last ask rlly made me question my entire existence so here:

June 14, 2017

y/n’s POV

It’s been almost nine months since I’ve seen him yet he possesses the power to haunt my dreams like he’s just left the room a second ago. I can feel him between my legs. He looks up smiling before I see his mouth back on my cunt. I can feel it and it feels real. I can feel his beard scrape the skin of my inner thighs and his hair brush against me. It’s unnerving how realistic he feels. But he isn’t real is he? Were we real? Why was it so easy for him to leave me? We must not have been real either…

I wake up with a start. Sweat sticks the sheets of the duvet to my skin. I hate when I have dreams like this, they leave me feeling hungry with an insatble pit in my somtach that no one else could possibly fill. I’m left frustrated and alone. But, the feeling of arousal usually dissipates when I think about the likelihood that i’m having a wet dream about a man who is now most likely dead. That’s when sorrow fills my heart again and I lay back down staring at the ceiling until I fall asleep again or sunrise, whichever comes first. At least wet dreams are better than the other ones. The ones of him dying in my arms. I don’t even want to think of those right now.

I don’t know what time it is. But I know it’s early. Not early enough to be light but just enough for the sounds of the early birds chipping to be heard. I untangle my legs from under my sheets and get up. I don’t bother to check the time. I don’t need to, it’s not like I have anywhere to be. I’ve been forced to take a leave of absence from work. On paper it’s of my own volition. In reality it was Cho’s ultimatum—either take a leave of absence or tell Tony and the others about my little problem—that made me decide. She was right, even I have to admit that. Sooner or later I would have slipped up and made a mistake and I can’t afford to make mistakes.

It’s been a month or so of lounging at home. I wait everyday for Cho to stop by after work with dinner. We eat together then she leaves. Sometimes Steve joins us but the silence of the entire scene must make him feel like a stranger encroaching on personal territory so he leaves Cho and I to it. To our silent meal with unspoken words and a decade worth of friendship, love, and commitment.

Why couldn’t he just give me that? That’s all I wanted. Sometimes I think I feel betrayed. Sometimes I don’t blame him because I loved him just the same. Except I was scared and he couldn’t seem to understand that.

This is pathetic I thought walking towards my kitchen. It’s been nine months. I need to stop letting him destroy me. Its ironic he probably isn’t even alive, it’s his memory that’s haunting me. It’s the idea of a man, not the man himself who derailed my life.

I walk over to my sink, kneel beside it, and open the bottom cabinet. Once inside I use the camera on my phone to locate the thin loose board in the back. It’s a small compartment. Just a hole in the wall the plumber didn’t board up properly the last time a pipe burst. Inside I have a single bottle of sleeping pills tucked away for nights like this. I don’t know why I hide the bottle. Cho wouldn’t necessarily be angry with me if she saw them. She would understand.

I take one and put the bottle back and carefully replace the loose board. I push myself off my knees, pop the pill in my mouth, turn on the faucet, and drink right from the spigot. I need to go back to work. This domestic stay at home life isn’t for me. I need something to tire me out, to arouse my intellect, to spark my soul. Without my work who am I? I head back to bed, lie down on the soft cold sheets, and close my eyes.

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I wake up to my phone ringing. I sit up quickly at the disturbance and pick it up. It’s still dark outside and i’m annoyed at whoever disturbs me.

“Hello,” I answer in a scratchy voice.

“Open your door. I’m outside. I brought Wanda.” Cho’s voice chirps in a little too energetically for my taste.

“What?” I ask a little confused. “Why are you here so early?”

“Early?” Cho asks.

“Yeah, since when did we start doing pre-dawn breakfasts?”

“It’s 7pm, are you okay?” Cho asks trying to choose her words carefully in the presence of Wanda but the concern in her tone betrays her.

“Oh, yeah… Right,” I say caught off guard. I slept through the day. Those pills Effy gave me are stronger than I thought. “I just overslept.” I say as I push myself of the bed and walk towards my dresser. I try my best to quickly fix myself up in the mirror and put on my best smile and walk towards the door. I turn the big lock, grab the tarnished gold knob, and twist it. This is going to be a long night.

June 19, 2017

I’m back at work. After what seems like an era. I sit at my office trying to catch up on all the new projects. I spend the better part of my morning reading and revising reports from the other teams working under me. The latter part of my day is spent trying to get my lab back in order. I receive the odd glance or two from interns, probably judging me for my abrupt leave of absence and return. But, it was necessary I needed to come back to work and Cho saw that. Sometimes I think she doesn’t know—how to take care of me, how to make sure i’m alright, how to fix me—and she ends up giving in and buying into my facade of normalcy.

I am not weak. That’s all I need to remember. I am strong and I will not be reduced to one of those women who tragically and pathetically pine over their lost lovers. He wasn’t my lover. He was my friend. I mourned the loss of a friend, now it’s time to move on.

July 3, 2017

The past two weeks at work have been the most boring of my life. I miss the drama, the threat of danger, the thrill, the exhilaration, the spark. Despite all that it’s cost me—being apart of them, the Avengers even if it was just as a lab rat, gave my life a higher purpose—and I miss it. I saved lives, I may have also lost a couple friends on the way, but ultimately I made a difference. Now I oversee boring old administrative stuff and I felt as useful as a sword still in its sheath.

July 4, 2017

It’s July 4th and I miss him. I sit alone in what was once our little hideaway on the 82nd floor looking out at the soundless fireworks before me.

For a second I wish life could be like those cheesy romantic movies Wanda makes me watch. The ones where the long lost war torn lover returns during a magnificent moment and there are fireworks. All their previous incompatibilities and character flaws are overlooked; They live happily ever after.

But, life isn’t like that. There is no happily ever after. Someone always dies first, leaves first. Thats existence. It’s unfair, and flawed, and it’s beautiful. Our time together was beautiful and he’s changed me for the better. It’s a great feat to change another person, but he changed me, and that’s beautiful. I’ll miss him forever.

I don’t wait for the show to finish. Instead I get up from my solitary spot on the bed and walk towards the elevator to once again join civilization. To join my friends. I stayed away for a while, fearing i’d lose them too, but it’s time now. It’s time to embrace life and all the breathtaking emotions it moves you to feel.

I wait patiently for the elevator doors to open. I stare at my reflection in the polished metal of the doors and my reflection gives way as the doors slowly slide open. My reflection gives way into him.

For a moment I don’t believe my eyes. I question my eyesight, my sobriety, and briefly even my sanity. However, there was no time left for questioning. When the doors opened wide enough he stepped out of the box and towards me. He looks different, scarier. I realize why in a couple seconds. For one thing he is wearing his mask. His attire is exclusively black and his arm looks different, the metal one, the one that I designed. It looked altered with some sort of weaponry and it glowed almost dangerously. I felt violated myself. I’d spend the better part of six months perfectly designing that arm and thinking of the man behind it and now it was defiled. I barely had time to finish my thought when I felt his butchered metal arm clasp it’s fingers around my neck. My hands instinctively went up to his grip trying to pry his fingers off. But, he was too strong. My vision was already beginning to blur when I realized this was one fight i’d never win. Instead I closed my eyes and let my body go limp. He felt my weight give in and let go. I fell to the floor still partly conscious, but fading fast. His grip on my throat had had a more adverse effect than i’d expected. After I hit the floor I heard his footsteps echo away from me towards the private labs. I pushed myself off the floor quickly and grabbed my phone and called the only person I know who loved him as much as I did, the only person who could save him now: Steve.

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[skeletonwoman]

Show (MCU)

this is a part two to MAGIC because i didn’t like that i only included like 3 avengers also it’s hella awk if i missed some of them this time cause idk that’d be dumb, i thought i got them all. And while i doubt myself, i’m not going to check- instead i’ll just post this. 

“Two conditions.” Tony says loudly from behind you and you jerk, your forehead hitting the cupboard and you choke on a whimper. “Woah, are you okay, kid? Jesus.”

“Yep, fine.” You mumble, brushing off the moment with a sick expression and focusing on Tony.

“Okay…” He agrees dubiously before shaking his head and clearing his expression. “I’ve been hearing stories, so I have two conditions to your suddenly conditional job offer.”

“Conditional job offer? Excuse me?” You hiss and he rolls his eyes, giving you a bland look. Sighing, you stare at him dead eyed. He’s probably dealt with dozens of threatening women.

“You’re gonna put on a show for the group and you’re going to go on a mission with Natasha and the Super Soldier.” He orders and you blink at him, trying not to pout.

“My condtions for your conditions are that I need new equiptment if I’m putting on a show and that I am supplied with a completely new top hat for the mission. Doesn’t need to be huge, or anything.” You answer, raising your chin and Tony stifles a smile, like he’s trying to reserve judgement.

“Done.”

“Stop, Y/N! Send them back!” Bucky yelps, his feet tucked up beside him on the couch and you glance sideways at Natasha, who makes a small sweeping gesture. Keep going then.

Reaching down, you pull another small bunny from the top hat between your knees.

“Oh, this is definitely an Oliver, look at that nose patch.” You giggle, setting the small bunny on the floor to hop off and join the other twenty five you’d let loose.

“Stop, Christ!” Bucky shouts, sending a few bunnies bouncing worriedly and you shoot him a reprimanding look. Reaching down, you pull out another and smile at it, the little black eyes blinking at you.

“Hello, Eileen.” You mumble, staring at the bunny for a moment longer before turning to Natasha and holding out the entirely black furball.

“For you. To keep.” You mumble almost absently, your eyes glued to the hat and missing Natashas quizzical look.

“Uh…” She hums, taking the bunny from you and you reach down again, a giant fat rabbit in your hands.

“Jason Statham, of course. You’re late, sweetness.” You mumble, tucking the soft and calm bun against your chest and rising to your feet. Wordlessly, you navigate around the minefield of rabbits to kneel before Bucky, who cringes from the creature. “This is Jason Statham, he’s pleased to meet you.”

The rabbits little jaw works and Bucky stares with a look of sick fascination.

“You should pet him.” When Buckys lips part into a scowl you spear him with an almost blank stare. Gotta look prophetic and crazy. “He’ll bite if you don’t.”

I speak for the rabbits.

Quick as a flash, Buckys fingers tentatively stroke over the cloud soft fur and his expression melts a little. With a sudden jerk the rabbit leaps from your fingers and into Buckys lap, earning itself the high pitched squeak that escapes Buckys lips.

“Don’t move or he’ll bite.” You warn falsely, literally nothing but straight murder could make this rabbit bite right now. “Pet him, though. Or else.”

Bucky strokes the rabbit, white faced and with his eyes glued to its own beady little ones. As if they’ll hold clues to its next move. Idiot.

When Jason Stathams ears twitch Bucky jerks, gently shoving the rabbit off his lap and diving across the couch.

“What’s going on?” Steve asks from the doorway and you freeze, glancing between Natasha, Bucky and Steve.

“Here are a few tricks, just to prep you guys for the main event.” You shrug, grinning at the waiting audience of couches. Gesturing to the pot of empty soil before you, you prod holes in different parts of the dirt, wiggling your finger in each hole and trying to not squeal with excitement as the group oohs and ahhs at the flowers that appear.

“And next, I’ll pull a rabbit out of a hat.” You grin, your eyes drifting to Bucky of their own accord and watching as he twitches over the word rabbit. Flipping the hat a few times and showing them it’s emptiness, you set it on the table where the pot had been and reached in, your fingers enclosing on soft fur. Pulling, you hold up the puppy and listen to the shouts of delight.

“This is Cruella De Vil.” You explain, gesturing to its fluffy black and white fur (coat). The group laughs delightedly and Clint makes grabby hands for the puppy, to which you hand her over happily.

“Hey, little Crelly.” He coos, snuggling the dog to his chest and turning his attention back to you. Aw, aw.

“Conjure another dog, Witch, I wish to hold one.” Thor demands and you nod quickly, cheeks paling as you reach in and guide out the full grown cocker spaniel uncomfortably. Not so great at fitting through hats.

“This one is called…” You frown and cringe, before clearing your throat. “Dick Buttkiss.”

Bruce snorts a laugh and you can’t help the thousand shade blush that steals over your cheeks. It’s Bruce for goodness sake.

“Give me the dog, Witch.” Thor whines and you hand over the animal, not daring to correct him.

“Done with the animals yet?” Bucky groans and you swallow hard, not answering as you hurry back to the front and push out the big box.

“This looks good.” Tony mumbles, staring at his phone and you scrunch your nose but lift the lid all the same, pulling out the pile of ten swords.

“O-kay.” You grunt, hefting the weapons and dropping them unceremoniously onto the table, the clamour startling the dogs present. “Who wants to play killer?”

The group stares and you blink before sighing, your shoulder slumping.

“Fine.” You grumble, catching the door of the wardrobe with a wiggle of your fingers and flinging it open. “Hi Shania. Wanna be part of my magic show?”

“I- Uh- Are those-?” She stutters and you beam, nodding.

“Me too, but it hasn’t been announced yet. Look out this coming Thursday.” You grin, helping her from the cupboard. “So. The magic show.”

“Yeah? The magic show?” She answers and you try not to look at the tears streaking down her cheeks or her eyes as they dart to the Avengers.

“I need you to use these swords and stab me in the box. Not- Not in the box. I’ll get in that box and you stab the swords into that box. Not the… Not- Yeah.” You mumble, cringing at the expression she doesn’t even notice. Grinning and punching her shoulder lightly, you clamber into the box and gesture for her to close the lid.

“Ta-da!” You exclaim, arms in the air as you stand in the box and the group cheers, Shania sitting among them now, her eyes still red but all cried out now. You stand there a moment longer, posed, as their eyes drift from the blood covered swords to your entirely whole and unmarked clothes and body. “Sick, huh.”

“Fantastic work, Witch.” Thor cheers loudly and you blush, big, dumb, sexy oaf.

“Group selfie?” You ask, glancing pointedly at Shania and the group nods happily, Wanda skipping off to grab her selfie stick while Tony pulls out his phone.

“What’s the rule?”

“No names or pictures until Thursday after the announcement.” Shania answers readily and Thor picks her up in another hug that has her squealing and sighing.

“Thank you.” You smile, opening the cupboard door. Thor takes her hand and helps her up the small step and she’s biting her lip to hold back a smile as you close the door.

“Wait!” Steve shouted, skidding around the corner and you froze. Bounding toward you, he shoved his hand through the door and dropped a cloth something into Shanias hands before nodding and letting you close the door.

“Bye!” You call into the door before turning and leaning against the wood to stare at Steve.

“What’d you give her?” Tony asks, eyes narrowed and Steve hums, scratching his head.

“One of my shirts.” He shrugs awkwardly and you snort, the noise turning into a giggle. “She asked for one, then got really embarrassed, it was creepy brave of her to ask so I thought I’d just… I don’t know.”

“You’ve got a big heart.” Wanda observes and the laughter escapes the group like wind from a balloon. With screeching disappointment.

i don’t even know about this part but the sentences singular, the paragraphs singular make me happy. it’s just, as a whole, does it make me happy? idk also idc