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Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (8) | s.r

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)

Genre: Angsty McAngsterson!

Summary: Rhodey's down for the count, and Romanoff and Y/n are the ones to be blamed. If they'd just listened to Tony, none of this would have happened.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Past Trauma

a/n: this took me a grand total of two fucking months

Captain America: Civil War ft. Static (7) | Captain America:Civil War ft. Static (9) | Series Masterlist | Age of Ultron (Static Origin Story) | The Avengers (ft. Static) | Captain America: The Winter Soldier (ft. Static) | Static Verse Masterlist

He turns at the sound of the door to the observation area slamming open. But in all honesty, he feels her before he even hears her. 

“How is he?” She asks. A question thrown out into the air, addressed to no one but born of worry and desperation. She’ll take whatever she can get. He can tell—so will he.

Guilt, however, is an unfearing emotion. 

He doesn’t answer. He stares at her.

He stares at her, and he stares at Romanoff who’s shouldering her weight. He stares at his sister, desperate and pleading and all he wants to do is tell her to fuck off.

Instead he drags both women outside, out of sight, to a balcony.

“The doctors say he shattered L4 through S1. Extreme laceration in the spinal cord,” Tony replies, finally. “Probably looking at some form of paralysis.”

“Fuck,” Y/n whispers. It sounds almost involuntary, like it spilled out of her mouth without thought. Like she barely realizes that she’s said it. But then maybe the sound of her own words hit her cause inhales abruptly and screams out, “FUCK!” She’s grabbing at her hair, barely able to contain herself from pulling them out. She’s pacing up and down the frankly modest stretch of the balcony.

“Y/n!” Romanoff shushes her. She doesn’t want them to get noticed, they cannot risk standing out. They already have a target on their back, Tony knows cause he’s the one who put it there.

The rebuke, however, falls on deaf ears. Y/n seems too engrossed in her journey of self-deprecation to even notice Romanoff, let alone her plea to quiet down.

In any other fucking moment Tony would’ve felt like an absolute fucking dickwad about it but in this one?

Well, let’s just say, he’s unfearing.

“Fuck indeed, Stark!” He bites back. He watches her steps halt and her jaw clench. Her eyes shut at his tone, her head jerking away at the crudeness in it. She even takes a step back, holding on to the railings, trying to keep herself tied to the present. Tony, though, carries on without fear, “None of this would have ever happened if it wasn’t for you.” Pointing at her, he adds, “It’s all your fucking fault!”

“I know,” she replies in a small voice. “I know,” she hits herself over the head, regret laid bare in her every action. “I should have… I should have calculated better, worked faster, tried harder to slow his momentum.” She’s rambling. “I tried to—I tried to do it in my realm, but I’m not used to that place. I should have been able to control him but I barely take anyone in there. I just… Lack of practice. I was so afraid of my powers I never… I never thought I could use it to help people so I never… I didn’t…”

Fuck.

He can’t take this anymore. “I meant siding with Steve.”

That seems to shake something awake in her. “For fuck’s sake, Anthony. Were you always this conceited or did I punch you a little too hard during drills?”

“That would make this your fault too.”

Y/n smiles then.

Just like that. There she is. 

That’s his sister, Y/n Stark who’s always been synonymous to the word ‘unbreakable’ in his dictionary.

He sees her shift from being absolutely lost to something very close to livid.

She doesn’t need to hold on to the rails anymore. She stands up straight, meeting him eye to eye—her determination is back.

Tony has to adamantly remind himself that he is not going to regret his words.

She smiles and he can see Romanoff step away from the siblings—she’s the only team member who’s spent enough time with them to know to let the Stark siblings fight it out amongst themselves.

“Maybe you are Howie’s son after all, huh?” The words fall out of her mouth all twisted and angry, coated in venom. Before Tony can retort, she continues, “You wanted to lock us up to find a way to feel less shity about the fact that you created the fucking Terminator. Well, guess what? You’re on your own, kid. I’m not walking the plank for you. Not this one!”

“Oh fuck off!” Tony rebukes, cause when the fuck will his sister get off her high horse? “I never asked you to do that! I’ve never fucking asked you to sacrifice anything for me.” 

Y/n straight up laughs at him—mocking and cold. “Yes, yes. And Tony Stark isn’t Iron Man. it’s just a machine playing at being a bodyguard.”

“I never—”

“Tony, you might not have said the words but you knew damn well what you were signing me up for the moment you told the world you’re Iron Man,” she tells him. “You’ve never had to ask me to do anything for you but that’s simply because you didn’t fucking have to.”

“That’s completely unfair. Being Iron Man was my thing!” He beats his chest, “Mine.” Walking closer to her, “You shoved yourself into this gig because you just presumed I wouldn’t be good at it.”

She chuckles, hollow and unkind. “If you want to pretend that the bullshit you’re spewing makes sense, I’ll let you fucking continue but do not fool yourself into thinking you’re some undefeatable hero.”

Tony takes another step towards her. “I don’t think I am undefeatable! I just know I am more than capable of holding my own.”

“Yeah. ‘Course. That why you sporting that busted lip?”

It’s a taunt through and through. The lip’s bust cause she landed a (frankly—and Tony would deny it till the day he dies—damn near artistic) blow straight to his face. He’d provoked her to do it—thrown the first punch and then taunted the shit out of her. All this while knowing full-well she was completely on the defensive. 

She loves them all too much. 

The Avengers are the closest thing she has to a family, he knew she wasn’t going to lift a finger unless he made her. So he may have said a few colorful things, itching for a fight. 

And now, he’s getting it.

“You proud?” He strikes back—he’s never been to back down from a fight. Why start now? He’s going to meet her punch for punch, word for word. He is not in the mood to lose any more today. He doesn’t have the luxury. He backs down now, it was all moot.

“Excuse me?” Y/n asks, all her previous cockiness gone.

“I asked if you were proud of it? I mean, you must be. It was a good hit.” The tone’s so harsh he throws himself off too. He knows—well, he’s consciously aware of the fact that he is the one speaking the words but they sound distant. As if he’s just a passive listener as the whole scene unfolds.

But he isn’t.

“Tony! That’s not fair!” Romanoff speaks out, clearly shocked at Tony’s insolence.

Makes two of us, he thinks.

“What’s not fair is that my sister, my best friend, the one person in this whole fucking world who was supposed to always, always be on my side, is siding with her perky blond boytoy,” he exclaims, heartbroken. Because could this shit be any worse? No, seriously, could anything be worse than this?

He’s been repeating himself, shouting himself hoarse and he knows it seems like he’s overreacting—like he’s blowing this all out of proportion. But he is not. You have to understand that while he’s had the most extravagant upbringing, he’s always been comfortable and well off, he’s been alone for most of it. His father was—well, his father was Howard Stark. And his mother, God bless her, couldn't bridge the gap between him and his father no matter how hard she tried. Despite that he cherished it—having them—even in this broken way, he really did love his parents. Then he lost them. Both of them, together in one fell swoop.

Then there was that bitch Obediah. 

We don’t talk about that bitch Obediah.

Tony was too fucking smart for most of the people he’d met, no one could keep up. Some were jealous, while others just wanted to get closer to him to bask in his limelight. All of them, all his interactions throughout his life were always… transactional. He was always alone.

Except her.

Y/n came to pick him up from school, not because Mom or Dad had asked her to. Nope. She came to pick him up so she could take him to Chinatown and have spring rolls. If Tony ever asked her why she’d pick him to go along with her, her answer was always a confused look and annoyed string of words asking him, ‘why would I take anyone else?’

And the question was always, always genuine. Because Tony was her bestest friend in the whole fucking world.

Now, think about it. How would you react if your best friend sided with Steve ‘Golden Boy’ Rogers?

“Fuck you, man. I know you think you’re the center of the universe but you’re not. I’m not siding with him!” Y/n bites back, angry and overwrought.

But that’s not his point. She’s missing the fucking point. “You’re not siding with ME either!”

Her head falls then. “Tony,” she exhales heavily, hands on her hips. She’s wearing the tattered up remains of her clothes from the fight. If he looks for it hard enough, he can see her exhaustion, almost feel it. Even as she speaks, the fight’s leaving her, he can see that too. “I spent my entire life running away from this. I cannot go back. You don’t understand because it’s not the same for you…” He’s never seen her this… this jaded.

He can’t afford to get distracted.

“Because I haven’t had shit hauled at me?” Tony challenges, undeterred and unwilling to move even an inch. He may not have gone through what she has but he’s had his own share of shitty fucking experiences.

“I am not saying that, Tones. I’m not. I’m just saying it’s different for you than it is for us,” she explains, her tone patient and sympathetic.

“She’s right, Tony,” Romanoff cuts in. “We’re not downplaying your experiences, we’re not trying to take away from it. We’re just saying it impacts us differently than it does you. We have lived very… different lives.”

“We’re a little wary of ‘organizations’ insisting on controlling our actions,” Y/n surmises. 

What comes next is not one of his best moments.

It’s not something people will talk about in his greatest hits. Nope. Never. It will, however, make the top-three-dumbest-shit-Tony Stark-ever-did list. Fuck—Tony will look back on this moment for years to come. He’ll come back to it time and again, think and then rethink his words. He’ll spend night upon nights, sleepless and disturbed—knowing that he fucked up here. He’ll know that this was where he fucked up. His words won’t be held against him, no. Not by her, never by her. But he’ll still know it was the most horrible thing he could say.

But Tony doesn’t know that yet.

He doesn’t know that yet because guilt is an unfearing emotion.

“Aren’t you a little tired of this schtick?” Tony asks, cocking his head with a cruel, hollow smile. “Aren’t just a little bit tired of using that same old fucking sob story for every single decision you ever make in your godforsaken life?” He looks around, chuckling at the thought. It’s a chilling sound. “At some point you’d have to stop milking that shit, don’t you think?”

It’s only when he finally looks at her that he realizes he’s fucked up.

Her face is hard—harder than stone. There’s a fury in her eyes he’s never seen there before, even for her enemies. He’s never seen that look on her face in his entire life. It sends a chill down his spine. 

When she speaks, her words are low but prominent. “My trauma is not for you to use as a punchline for your baseless argument.” They leave no room for an argument anymore. They leave no room for anything but shitting your fucking pants. 

He overstepped.

Big time.

Fuck.

“Tony,” Romanoff cuts in, clearly able to sense that this discussion could lead to bloodshed. “I’d suggest you take a step back.” Her eyes are pleading him to be more cautious with his words. “Think before you speak.”

“I—” He doesn’t know what to say. He clenches his fists. Trying and failing to gather his thoughts.

The pause that hangs in the air is so heavy it’s almost painful. He thinks maybe it’ll never end.

But it has to. 

“I get that you’re scared but what happened before won’t happen again. This isn’t like Madripoor. You’ll be safe. I’ll make sure of it. And, I mean, com one, you might not trust the Accords yet but you joined S.H.I.E.L.D. right? So why not give this a shot too?” Tony questions in a softer voice, but his desperation persists.

“Because S.H.I.E.L.D. was mine,” Y/n insists. “It was mine and Peggy’s and Howard’s, and Colonel Phillips’. We found it, Tony. It was my home.”

“I didn’t know you founded S.H.I.E.L.D.” Romanoff notes, almost sounding bewildered. 

Maybe she sounds bewildered, could easily be any other emotion in the book cause Tony, even after all these years, has made no progress on being able to read the former spy. 

“I didn’t want to be on the books, I preferred my life off the grid,” She informs her. And the strain in her words doesn’t hurt Tony at all. It doesn’t sting. Of course not. Nope. “We made it for people like me, to protect them, help them.” She sounds like she’s reminiscing. It somehow rubs him the wrong way.

“And yet, you left that too…” Tony comments, disparaging and snide.

“I had my reasons,” Y/n provides, and just like every other time she’s mentioned it, there is a hesitance in her words. 

“Yeah! You keep saying that, and I have no clue what the fuck this elusive reason is.” He has never pressed her on it before, but well, considering all this newly spilled bad blood, why not push his luck just a little bit further? “You told me about all your missions gone wrong, even your run-ins with the Winter fucking Soldier, and it wasn’t any of that. So what possible reason could you have for quitting an organization that you created to protect yourself?” 

“Do we have to talk about this?” She asks, annoyed.

“Yes. You always feed me the same bullshit about how you just had to leave S.H.I.E.L.D. that you couldn’t trust them anymore, that it was the necessary choice but whenever I ask why, all you do is blame Hank Pym’s fucking haircut.” Tony’s anger comes back to him again, picking up right where it’d left off. “You bail at the fucking sight of a regulatory body, why the fuck is that?”

“Because Tony! I couldn’t trust them anymore!”

“And we’re back here again,” he takes a step to her. “WHY NOT?!”

“S.H.I.E.L.D. WAS TESTING MY BLOOD!” She yells out, shutting him up completely. “Without my knowledge,” she adds much quieter.

“No…” It can’t be. “No. Dad—Dad wouldn’t let that happen,” Tony tries to argue. He can’t be sure though, he didn’t know his father well enough to bet his life on it. But he wouldn’t have let it happen. He wouldn’t.

“He’s the one who was running the tests.” 

For anyone following along, Tony’s heart hasn’t been doing well since he got abducted by his own fucking father figure, but this somehow seems to break his heart all-together. He never saw that coming.

Romanoff seems to be just as surprised as him, ‘cause she looks pale and remains absolutely mute.

Y/n is the one who talks then, trying to cut through the silence. “He… He was worried. He thought if he understood my powers, he’d be able to help me. And, I mean, can you blame the guy? You house this random teenager in your house and every night you wake up to a fucking earthquake cause she had another nightmare. Anyone would want an explanation, a way to control the powers.”

“But… He was your best friend,” Romanoff says and Tony feels like he can’t fucking breathe.

Y/n, though, just shrugs, like it wasn’t a cruel breach of trust. Like Howard Stark hadn’t stabbed her in the back. Like it was any old thursday. “He was,” she agrees with ease, before turning to Tony and continuing, “and sometimes friends do stupid shit in a naive attempt to try and help.” Fuck me with a chainsaw and call me Samantha, Tony thinks. “It wasn’t all bad. He’s the one who figured I wasn’t all alien.” She says it with a smile, like it was fucking nothing. 

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” Tony manages to ask, confused beyond words.

“And give you another reason to hate him? You had plenty. It was between us, we solved it and moved on like adults,” she tells him, calm as ever. 

“Y/n! He broke your trust!” Tony argues, taking a step towards her, finally finding his voice again.

She just rolls her eyes, “He got curious, Stark. He’s a scientist, can you blame him?”

“So am I! And I would never do that!,” He yells. And only when the words are out of his mouth does he understand what he just said. “I would never do that to you,” he insists in a smaller voice, with a softer tone.

She smiles then, true and open. “I know, Tones. I know.”

It’s… It’s hard for him to process this information. He doesn’t know where to put this, how to categorize it. He has absolutely no clue what to do with this.

So he asks instead, “Did mom… did she know?” He’s scared but it’s better than the alternative of having to come to terms with the whole situation..

“No, no nooo!” Her hands move around animatedly to drive the point home.”If Maria had known he wouldn’t have been alive long enough for you to exist,” she shakes her head with a fondness he doesn’t know where to place. “No, she didn’t know. He got the ass-reaming of the century from Peggy, we burnt the leftover blood samples and called it a day.”

Fuck. “Fuck!” Tony curses, absolutely lost on what he should do now. Cause what the fuck is he supposed to do now?

“Stark,” she urges, softly, “let’s focus on the problem at hand, let’s deal with the fake doctor, let’s handle that and then we can come back to this. We’ll fight this, together, united. The Avengers stay together, we fight our way through this. We agree on a document that works for us, for all of us.”

Tony shakes his head, tumbling back. “You don’t understand Y/n, you have to sign the Accords… there are no neutral parties. There can’t be. You sign this or it’s over.” She tries to say something, but he marches on, he needs to get this out. “After what happened in Sokovia, after the collapse of S.H.I.E.L.D. after Lagos, the world governments are not going to settle for anything less. You have to see that.” He sighs, exhausted and man, can someone fix this pain in his shoulder please? “You can make amendments,” he suggests. “However many you want, okay? Make amendments to your heart’s content. Once you sign this, we can fight about the specifics, Y/n. We’ll have the best lawyer in the business on our side! Just sign it, Y/n. Please. They are out for blood, Ross more than anyone else. He will not let you go.”

“He won’t be able to find me,” Y/n tells him, with a straight face.

“If he can’t find you, how will I?”

He cannot lose her. 

He just fucking can’t. Not… Not over this.

It seems to hit her too. It’s only then that he notices she looks a lot less fierce than she usually does. “Tony, there is no scope for amendments.”

“Once you sign—”

He’s cut off. “Tony, read the fucking document. Come on! Have I taught you absolutely nothing? Read the thing before you sign it. There is absolutely no scope for amendments. There are too many loopholes to stop the issues from even being raised. It’s solid as a stone, I won’t be able to barter for even an ounce of freedom.”

“Y/n…” He’s fucking desperate. “We need regulation.”

“Tony this isn’t regulation… I can’t sign this.”

This is when Romanoff speaks up. “Tony, Steve's not gonna stop. If you don't either, Rhodey's gonna be the best case scenario.”

And somehow her words are harsh enough to make him angry all over again. “You let them go, Romanoff.”

“We played this wrong,” she tries. But he’s not taking any prisoners.

“'We'? Boy, it must be hard to shake the whole double agent thing, huh? It sticks in the DNA,” he throws back.

“Anthony,” Y/n scolds him.

“Are you incapable of letting go of your ego for one goddamn second?” Romanoff rebukes.

He doesn’t know what to say to that, so instead he tells her, “T'Challa told Ross what you did, so… they're coming for you.”

Just as the words slip out, Y/n’s phone chimes. 

“Either Tony’s a fucking psychic or the Secratary of State just has impeccable timing,” she comments looking down at her phone. When she looks up at them her face is stern. “He’s on his way, he’ll be here in 5. You should go.”

“Me?” Romanoff asks her, bordering on pissed. “We should go.”

Y/n just shakes her head. “We leave together, we won’t be able to lose them. You go ahead, I’ll buy you time.”

“Y/n—” Romanoff’s protest is cut short.

“Just go. Given the fact that my superpower is straight up teleportation, I think I’ll fare much better than you,” Y/n assures her. “Go.”

Reluctance clear on every inch of her face, Natasha Romanoff unwillingly begins to walk away. But not before one last (metaphorical) punch to his gut. She looks at Tony, “I’m not the one who needs to watch their back.” With that she makes her swift exit, leaving the balcony and seamlessly blending in with the crowd.

Slowly, both siblings, without words, come to stand next to each other leaning on the railing, looking at the view ahead.

“How are you planning on buying time?” Tony asks her then.

“Will you tell on me to the teacher, Stark?” She asks, teasing.

It’s a truce. It’s temporary. 

He still thinks they should consider signing the Accords and she still believes it’s not the way to go.

But despite all that, Tony can’t help the way lips curl up. “I’m not a rat.”

“Aren’t you?”

He rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”

“Cause that’s what all the rats say,” she tells him with a mischievous smile. “I would know, I’ve been the rat.”

A chuckle slips out from his lips.

She joins him easily.

He might not be sure about much right now, but he knows for a fact that if he were to lose her, he wouldn’t survive it. “What happened to Rhodey… you know that wasn’t your fault, right?”

The smile drops from her face. “Wasn’t it?”

“You have to know it wasn’t.” He needs her to know at least that. He needs her to know no matter what happens, this was not her.

“If I’d known my powers better, had I… I don’t know. If I had not been so afraid of them, if I’d practiced once I knew I was safe, none of this would have happened.” Her head falls back, eyes closed. “If I had control over my powers, Wanda wouldn’t have been enough to break me. Would have saved us so much trouble.”

“There would still be a raging Hulk on the loose,” Tony contends.

She rolls her eyes. “People know the Hulk. They understand—scientist gets angry, becomes green and Hulk-y. It tracks in their head. But it was different for me, the first time I ever showed my powers to the world was when I was out of control…” She closes her eyes, head falling. “Maybe it would’ve been better to not hide them in the first place,” she whispers.

“We don’t know that,” he ventures, ‘cause it’s true. “We don’t know what could have happened. All we could say with certainty is that we’re both a couple of dumbasses.”

“I’ll have to agree on that one,” Ross’s voice booms as he walks onto the balcony. 

Both siblings turn to eye the intrusion. It’s Ross flanked by… Ross—the other Ross—Everett and some other dude in a suit he’s never seen before. But he looks annoyed, old and has glasses on so he just presumes the man must be important as well.

“Nice to see you too Mr. Secretary,” Y/n replies with an easy smile. But it’s not open. It’s the one she wears just before she’s about to make someone’s day a lot worse.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here, young lady. You should have taken Romanoff’s approach and run when you had the chance,” Ross comments. And honestly? Yeah, Tony kinda wants to rescind his fucking signatures cause siding with this man is seeming less appealing by the minute.

But Y/n just laughs. “It’s not like you’ll be able to stop me if I were to run even now,” and just to fuck with him, she glitches an inch off to the side.

Ah, that’s where I got the innate need to be an ass.

“Now you’re just showing off,” the smaller Ross says, sounding more charmed than pissed.

The smile doesn’t leave her face, “Maybe I am.” She glitches a step closer to the group of men. “So, Mr. Secretary, did you need something from me?”

“Still a fiery little thing, aren’t you?” Ross mocks. Tony can’t help but roll his eyes at his hubris. “It’ll die out soon enough, once we get you situated at the Raft along with the rest of your team members.”

Raft? Wait… What does he mean by the Raft? Why would he put them there? That’s not—it’s not right.

He’s losing his shit.

But Y/n frowns, innocent and demure, like she knew about it already. Like she knew that’s where they’d put them. “On what charges am I getting arrested, Mr. Secretary?”

And on his part, the Secretary of State takes her mock naivete in stride. Letting out a short laugh. “Well if you’ve taken the time to read the Accords, you’d know that using your powers on the field without the explicit say-so of the UN committee is illegal.”

“I didn’t use my powers.”

That finally breaks whatever rope was holding the bridge of Ross’s anger together. “Do not play dumb with me, Stark. This might have worked with Fury, but I’m not him.”

“Don’t I know it. Never thought I’d miss that old croak, and yet…” she comments, still smiling. “But my point still stands. I did not use my powers.”

Before Ross can say something that might put a sailor to shame, the shorter Ross intervenes, “We have footage of you fighting Barnes at our facility.”

“I didn’t fight Barnes, I fought the Winter Soldier. And on that issue, I’ve got two words for you, self defense,” she tells them easily and a smile just slips out on his face. He may not agree with her on this—profoundly divisive issue, but he’ll never not be in absolute admiration of his big sister fucking around with authorities.

“You can’t be serious,” the shorter Ross throws back, with a confounded smile.

“Check the footage if you like,” Y/n takes a few steps back, leaning on the railing behind her and pulling out a box of cigarettes from her pocket. “I didn’t throw the first punch…” She puts one between her lips, casual and easy. “I didn’t even use my powers until he came at me with his fucking metal arm and his fucking enhanced strength.” She pulls out her lighter. “What did you expect me to do then? Get beaten up?” She lights the cigarette.

“Yes,” Ross supplies.

She smiles at him, taking a drag. “Might be your style. Not mine.”

“And what about at the airport in Germany?” The shorter Ross asks.

Y/n shrugs. “Never threw the first punch.” Another drag. “Besides, I was defending myself from a rag-tag group of superheroes who were after me with a vengeance.” She smiles at her own words looking at Tony on her side.

And just for that, he decides to be a bitch too. “What if I were to sue you for assault?” 

Her smile drops instantly and for a second he thinks maybe he won that round, but alas. “You could have, if you’d fucking listened to me! You should’ve let me come to you. I have told you about a million times; you are not the biggest guy on the field. You fight well but not well enough to be cocky, you are supposed to let your opponent come to you.”

“The best defense is a great offense,” Tony says lamely.

“That’s what idiots say when they have shit defense! If you let them come to you, you get the advantage of not just using their momentum against them, you also get to know the move they trust most because 9 times out of 10, you want to start the fight off on a strong foot so you use the move you’ve practiced often, but also the one that you’re most comfortable with,” Y/n scolds him, hands waving everywhere, clearly annoyed with him beyond words.

“That seems like an exaggerated statistic,” Tony tries.

He fails.

“It’s not,” the shorter Ross supplies. “She’s right.” He earns a stern look to shut up from Ross.

“You could’ve sued me if you’d just listened to me. I’m easy to provoke, especially when the person provoking me is you.” She takes another drag. “Look at me right now, I want to punch you so bad.”

“You’re welcome to try,” Today clearly has not been a day of peace thus far, so why not continue to choose violence?

“That’s enough!” Ross yells. “I’ve heard enough out of the both of you!” The man looks like he’s well past blowing a gasket. He looks at Tony, “Stark, you are well past your 36 hours to get me Rogers,” he turns and fixes his gaze on his sister, “And as for you… Stark, feel free to cry to the judge about how it was self-defense when you’re on trial. Till then there’s a cell with your name on it on the Raft, that’s where you’ll have to throw whichever fit comes after this one.” The way he speaks it’s evident he doesn’t believe that she’s a threat, not to him. “We’re putting you under arrest.”

“Oh?” Y/n asks. She waits a second and then suddenly there’s a sound of static that rings out. She is next to Tony one second and the next she’s standing against Ross, toe to toe. She pulls the cigarette out of her mouth. “You and what army?”

A vein pops out on Ross’ temple. 

“You’re forgetting who you’re talking to, Stark,” Ross warns.

“Or maybe you’re forgetting that I might look like a young and ‘fiery little lady’ but I’m not. I have been doing this since before you were even a thought in your father’s head.” She takes a drag, slow and somber. “You best learn to respect your elders, son.”

And just like that, she’s gone. Glitched into nothing. 

Tony tries his best not to let this little spark of pride overtake his guilt.

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don’t imagine bucky irreversibly destroying his eardrums so as not to hear his trigger words and lose control. don’t imagine bucky mutilating his own body to the point of deafness so as to make sure the winter soldier never surfaces, ever again. just don’t.

[espinosaurusrexex]

Like Bonnie and Clyde

summary: Bonnie and Clyde got nothing on them. Sure, they do the same thing: rob people, maybe kill some on the way and get justice for those who actually need it. But their love for each other seems to make up for all the cruelties. And that’s what’s important, right? Taking time to seek out each other and make sure you’re okay... even if there is a little teasing involved.

a/n: this is plotless smut and I’m not sorry

word count: 2.7k

warnings: a little fluff, swearing, smut !MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ✧*･ﾟ

It wasn’t hard getting into his pants under the table. What was hard, however, was the thing that hid beneath them. Y/N smiled as her fingers grazed over the aching bulge in Bucky’s pants, a sudden cough ripped from his throat in an attempt to cover up the gasp at the contact of her cold hand with his hot crotch. 

“Please tell me, how did you guys meet?” Tanja asked with her head resting on her hands, her eyes solely focused on the couple in front of her. She was already a couple of glasses in, which made it just that much easier to... multitask.

“Would you like to do the honors, babe?” Y/N looked up to Bucky, who had his eyes fixed on the ugly portrait on the wall behind Tanja. A pained smile sneaked on his features as he muttered an ‘Oh, please. You do it so well.’ through his teeth. 

She nodded in response, the hand beneath the table squeezing him through his boxers in reassurance. This was a risky game, Bucky knew that, and Y/N knew it too. But, simultaneously, it was the very thing that made it so intriguing. Tanja didn’t have a clue, her eyes drowned in the haze the dry red had washed over her, totally lost in the made-up story Y/N scrambled together along the way. Her hand slipped past the elastic waistband of his boxers after a minute of talking absolute bullshit to the woman in front of them and when her fingers brushed over the swollen tip of his cock, Bucky had to grab the table.

“Everything okay?” She asked innocently, her gaze seeping through her lashes from beside him, sparkling in the yellow hues of the restaurant lights. But Bucky couldn’t focus on that right now. His entire energy went into keeping his composure while his dirtiest fantasies came true beneath the table. 

“Yes.” That was all he was able to say as the pleasure crept up his veins, making his head all woozy and light. Y/N didn’t let up. Her hand pumped up and down his shaft as her thumb swiped over his slit every so often, creating a magical feeling in his pants. Her grip was just perfect on his pulsing dick and when she finished her story, she leaned over and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

“How are you holding up soldier?” She muttered so low he barely heard it. Her thumb brushed over him again, making his knee jolt up. The table rattled and Tanja’s glass tipped over. 

“Oh my, everything okay, Bucky?” Bucky’s hand snapped under the table, stilling her wrist. He was dirty but he wasn’t that dirty. Bucky didn’t want to bust beneath the table. There were so many better places for that. 

“No, I think something bit me.” He grumbled as he threw her hand back in Y/N’s lap and adjusted himself in his pants again. A quick glance at the clock next to the portrait. “You know what Tanja, it’s getting late, too. We should probably head home.” He stood up abruptly, got behind the chair to hide his strained pants, and scrambled a few bills from his pockets that he threw on the table. “It was so nice to meet you.” And then he pulled Y/N out of the restaurant with knitted brows. 

❁ ❁ ❁

The wet concrete beneath their feet echoed with the hasty steps Bucky dragged Y/N in. 

“What's going on?” She smirked. Her heels clicked in the puddles on the street. Y/N knew the answer. It was what she had anticipated ever since she had seen him in that black button-up hours ago. Her panties had been drenched since then, and she figured it was only fair to give Bucky a taste of his own medicine. 

Bucky just huffed as his reflection sped through the store windows on the sidewalk. Across the street and barely missing the taxi that was honking ferociously at the pair now. If Y/N knew one thing, it was that Bucky was not a patient man. He was eager to get home and finished what she started, which was, without a doubt, what she had intended in the first place. But she still giggled as she watched her plan unfold in perfect execution. 

Bucky wasn’t angry, Y/N knew that too. Tanja was a nobody. A small screw in the complex machine they had been trying to take down. And the dinner with her served much more as a distraction from all the hustle rather than an actual intel source. 

Bucky’s grip was firm around her hand, his gloved fingers wrapping around it gently though. He wouldn’t let her go. He’d hold her until the motel room door was closed behind them and they finally had the air around them to themselves. Because even though Bucky didn’t look like it, he was a private lover. A damn cocky one, but privy nonetheless.

The keys rattled in his jacket pocket before he pushed them through the golden keyhole, a hidden smile pulling on his lips before he finally opened it. Y/N shut it after he had pulled her over the threshold. He let go for a second to remove his cloves and then his fingers were back on her again.

“Babe-” Y/N started but Bucky pushed her against the door. His vibranium arm pressed her wrists above her head, his voice was so low that the tremor send shivers down her spine.

“What were you trying back there, doll?” The deep blue of his eyes vanished behind the lust flashing over his pupils. 

“Hmmm...” Y/N bit her lip as she pretended to think about her answer. When her gaze met his again she whispered seductively: “I’d call it revenge.”

Bucky traced her lips with his thumb, the soft flesh hot on his skin. As he mumbled an answer back. “You know it’s not my fault you get turned on so easily.” Bucky’s voice was calm, his posture relaxed and if Y/N weren’t so concentrated on his front pressing into hers, she’d caught the look of adoration laced in his features. 

She knew it was there, it always was. Beneath the harsh stare and the furrowed brows. But she didn’t need that now. Y/n wanted the cocky, teasing, dominant Bucky. “Oh, it must be hard being so sexy that every woman melts at the sight of you.” She mocked with a daring smile on her face.

“So you agree?” He pestered back. Bucky knew this game all too well. That didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it still. It was fun - exciting. One of his favorite things to do with her, actually. A bonus on top of the badass, man-killing, justice-seeking girlfriend he already had in her. 

“I didn’t say that.”

“Let’s see then, shall we?” Bucky licked his lips. His hand wandered between her legs, bunching up her dress with ease as his warm fingers grazed the soft flesh of her thighs.

His brows raised as the grin on his face grew. “Sweetheart, your pussy tells me something different.” His breath was hot on her lips. “And she doesn’t lie.”

Those words sent a shiver down her spine that settled in her stomach, his lips grazing hers with every word. “I guess you caught me,” Y/N whimpered when she felt his index finger pressing to her clit. 

“Seems so.” He smirked. “What are we gonna do about that?”

A short silence filled the room as the pressure on her clit reached the point of aching. Hot breath fanning over dampened skin but Bucky didn’t move. He was waiting, his heartbeat slightly faster than normal when Y/N’s eyes met his again.

“You decide,” she breathed out. Bucky didn’t need to hear that twice. Within an instant he had her face pressed to the door, his hands working on her dress to finally free her ass and kneading the flesh once he finally did. Y/N huffed against the deep green paint of the door when his right landed on her ass cheek. This was what she had wanted, though the excitement in her chest made it feel like a surprise nonetheless. 

Bucky kissed up her spine until his lips lingered right beneath her ear. “You could have just asked, you know?” He said as his hands cupped her breasts, his hard-on pressing to her ass and telling her just how excited he was. Another kiss was placed on her shoulder. “But you chose to embarrass me.” And another to her neck. “That’s kinda naughty.”

Her hips pushed back to his crotch, earning a grunt from the brunette and a tight squeeze of her tits. She couldn't help herself, she had to provoke him. It was a bad habit, but one that earned her a few orgasms every time she pursued it.

“Doll...”

“Tell me you don’t want this.” Oh, he wanted this. It was hot. But Bucky had planned on punishing her, and not the other way around. Still, there was something other than his brain doing the thinking right now.

“You know that would be a lie.” His face buried in the crook of her neck as he enjoyed the way her behind massaged his dick.

Just a second, he told himself before reclaiming control. And as he twitched in his pants, he decided it was enough. Bucky turned Y/N back around, watching as her chest rose in deep breaths and her eyes studied his movement with an innocent stare. Then he pulled her into his chest, crashing his lips to hers with hunger. The kiss was all tongue and teeth and hot, hot breath. The taste of red wine still lingered on her lips when his tongue traced the bottom before he walked backward and pulled her with him.

He reached down again, pulling the dress up and over her head. A husky ‘fuck’ left his lips at the sight of her breasts. He had seen them a hundred times before but that didn’t change the fact that they turned him on every time anew. He pushed her back on the bed and crawled next to her right after. Y/N’s entire body shook with the excitement of what was to come. There weren’t a lot of things the pair hadn’t tried and, quite frankly, she didn’t need anything new. She just needed him - right now. 

Bucky’s lips found hers again as his vibranium hand traveled down her body, halting at her belly button to pull away for a split second. He admired her. No, really. He absolutely adored her precious face and he made sure to take his time doing it any chance he got. And while the frustration in Y/N began to boil, a slight spark within her body told her to wait - to let him do it. 

He shook out of his trance when Y/N lifted her hips impatiently. And while the smirk began to sneak back onto his face, he waited for another second, just to see her close her eyes in a needy manner. Then his hand disappeared beneath the dark fabric covering her heat and Y/n moaned when the cold metal touched her where she needed it most. His fingers slit through her slick folds before coming back up to trace eights over her clit. Y/n jolted at the sudden pressure, her jaw hanging slack as the touch sent shivers to her head. Bucky kissed them away, his lips pillowy and warm against her prickled skin.

“Bucky!” She panted. Her arm snuck beneath his head to pull him closer to her face as his hand continued the assault on her pussy. Her breaths became staggered when she felt the familiar tension build up in her stomach, the edges of an orgasm tingling in her legs before Bucky retracted his hand - the pressure instantly lost and all that was left was the pulsing heartbeat in her core. 

“Naughty girls don’t get to finish.” He placed another kiss on her throat. Bucky loved the scene unfolding before him. Y/N’s eyes sent daggers to his. But she couldn’t do anything about it. She was entirely at his mercy, willingly so. 

Y/N squirmed uncomfortably. “Please,” she whined, still mourning the loss of pressure in her abdomen, which just sent another grin on Bucky’s face.

“Please what?” His eyebrows raised, fingertips aching to feel her skin again.

“Please touch me.” His cock twitched at the sight of her round eyes glazed over with the need for contact. But he wasn’t finished with the torture just yet. His hand hovered above her belly, the other slightly grazing her hair, ready to grip it tightly.

“Just please?” He moved back a little, feigning disappointment, but before he could go any further, Y/N raised her hand and placed it on his collar in a desperate attempt to pull him back in.

“Ok, ok! I’m sorry!” She knew he wouldn’t go and leave her hot and bothered like that. And even though she was sure that he would not be that cruel, she gave into the little game they had started this evening. “I’m sorry.” 

Bucky nodded approvingly. His mouth reattached to her skin, tracing down to her breasts and swirling her erect nipples with his tongue. Y/N’s hand reached down to her pussy, desperately attempting to release some of the pressure forming again, but Bucky was faster than her. 

“Nu-uh.” He grabbed her wrist and placed it above her head. “I’m not finished.”

A silent whimper was all he got as an answer before his hand replaced hers on the way down. This time he instantly pushed into her with two fingers, pumping in and out in painfully slow motions. Y/N’s bodily response was all he needed to confirm his skills as her back arched. His thumb found its way to her clit and skillfully rubbed circles with the motions his other two fingers dragged against her walls.

Y/N’s breath hitched. “Oh, God!” Her body felt like being on fire, the cold vibranium on her skin doing little to cool her down as the heat washed up and down her body.

“Just Bucky is fine,” he smiled against her nipple when the hand on his head pulled on his hair. He curled his fingers upwards to reach that spot.

“Shut- Fuck, YES!” The muscles in her abdomen squeezed his fingers as the pressure became almost too unbearable to uphold. But then he stopped again, feeling her walls relieve the pressure from his fingers once again.

“What was that, sweetheart?” 

“Nothing, keep going, please!” Bucky chuckled as she pressed his face into her tits, his hand picking up the motions from a second ago and the walls of her pussy began to flutter again. She was close now, squirming and shaking as his fingers went seemingly deeper and deeper with every thrust, the pressure on her clit in perfect tandem with every touch he received. She gripped him tightly, her body becoming rigid, but Y/N would wait until he told her to let go, though that seemed damn near impossible now. 

Bucky kissed her cheek. “Learned your lesson now?” 

“Yes, God yes!” The grip on his hair tightened, the knot in her stomach about to bust.

He nodded again, his nose nudging hers in the process. “You can come now.”

His thumb went on with the circular motions and as the pleasure exploded in her body, Y/N let out a high-pitched scream containing a somewhat resemblance to Bucky’s name. He rode her through her orgasm as he watched her face unfold in pleasure, his own body tingling at the sight. 

When she opened her eyes again, glazed over by haze and mind seemingly lost in the feelings shooting through her veins, he kissed her again. Gentle and soft this time. His hand came up to cup her face. They looked in each other's eyes for a minute until she softly whispered against his skin.

“I love you, you know?” Y/N’s hand swiped a strand of hair behind Bucky’s ear, her thumb lingered on his cheek for a moment longer.

“And you’re not just saying that because I can make you cum?”

“Hmm, this theory might require testing.”

Bucky smiled. “Seems so.” He kissed her once again. 

“Just in case that wasn’t clear.” His hand stroked her bare shoulder. “I love you, too.” His lips wandered down her torso, his hands working on removing her panties.

“Oh, it’s clear.” She chuckled as her hands buried in his hair, pulling his head so he could look at her. Bucky placed another kiss on her belly, smiling on her skin.

“Good.”

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Man Out Of Time Master List

Summary: This mostly takes place during Infinity War and Endgame. You had always had feelings for Steve Rogers, but never acted on them, always too afraid of the what if aspect. But what happens when a super soldier and friend seeks comfort in your arms while being on the run? What kind of relationship could you have with a self sacrificing man such as Steve? You must be someone he cares about enough to give up the superhero gig. right?

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[lam-ila]

Understand || Steve Rogers

i used the prompt “you've been in a fight, your lover has already gone to bed, without resolving it, but you still whisper 'i love you’ before crawling into bed, because it's something you always do before going to sleep, and this fight doesn't change anything bonus: your lover isn't actually asleep, and pulls you into their arms” from this prompt list. changed it a little but that’s okay

Summary: You and Steve got in a fight while making dinner

Word count: 995

Warnings: an argument, Steve’s kind of an ass

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a/n: this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

thank you @2manytabsopen for talking with me about this fic. kesh is amazing and this fic would not exist if it wasn’t for her

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Dating an Avenger was difficult, but dating an Avenger who’s name was Steven Grant Rogers was way more difficult than dating any other Avenger. You loved Steve for many reasons, he was headstrong, determined, and he stood up for the things he believed to be true- even if standing up for it was illegal.

Since the beginning of your relationship with Steve, you both agreed that you would be open about whatever was on your minds, but after the fight with Ultron, Steve began to shut you out. You gave Steve some space for a few days after he came back from Sokovia since he normally was more distant after a big fight, but he continued to be distant. He was barely home, only staying to quietly eat and sleep. You did whatever you could do make him relax, mostly by cooking whatever he was in the mood for. 

You kept this up for about a year, cooking, cleaning, and hardly talking to your boyfriend. After Rumlow blew himself up and Wanda deflected the blow into a nearby building, everything started to spiral out of control. The UN was preparing to pass the Sokovia Accords- which Steve was not wanting to sign-, the Avengers split up, Peggy passed away, all while Steve was trying to bring his best friend back from being brainwashed. 

Steve was surprisingly home and spending time with you, cleaning up and washing the dishes while you cooked dinner. You were making grilled salmon, something you had made plenty of times before. There were no words being spoking between you two, the only exception being “excuse me” and “here you go”. Usually, cooking with Steve was fun and relaxing, but you had a million thoughts going through your head at once. You were worried about Steve, and your relationship with him. You didn’t want to admit it, but your relationship was deteriorating right before your eyes. 

“You’re doing that wrong.” Steve said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked over at him, giving him a questioning look. “You need to add at least double the amount of pepper.” Glancing down to the bowl that held your spice mix, you re-assessed how much pepper you put in.

“No, I put in the right amount.” You corrected. “Don’t worry, I’ve made this dish thousands of times, I know how many spices to put in.”

“But that’s not the right-” Steve scoffed, cutting himself off. “Fine, I guess we’ll have bland salmon.”

“I put in one and a half teaspoons and that’s what the recipe says. If you want, you can check the recipe.” You reasoned. You studied his faces worriedly as he angrily glared at the spice mix. “Steve, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He harshly answered. “Why would something be wrong?” You hesitantly walked over to him, placing your hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

“You’ve just been,” you paused, carefully thinking of the proper word to use. “distant.”

“Distant?” He pulled out of your comforting touch. “Of course I’ve been distant. My life is literally shattering before me.”

“Steve-”

“People are expecting me to do what’s right, but I don’t think signing the Accords is ‘what’s right’. I’m expected to be this perfect man, this perfect hero, but I’m not. I’m held up to unrealistic expectations and it’s taking a toll on me.”

“How can you say that?” You retorted, disbelief completely present in your voice.

“What?”

“How can you say that,” you repeated. “while you expect me to be the perfect partner.”

“What do you mean?”

“You expect me to cook, and clean, and comfort you, and say the right things at the right time.” You listed. “I know it’s cliché, but I need you to realize that no one is perfect. You don’t need to hold yourself and those around you to such high expectations.”

“But I need to be perfect. So does Tony, and Nat, and Sam, and everyone else. We’ve had to be perfect since the day we became the heros.”

“No.” you sighed. “You don’t have to be perfect.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand.” You pleaded.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Steve persisted.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re not an Avenger or an ex-S.H.E.I.L.D. agent, you’re just some random civilian in the city!” Steve shouted, making you flinch. Not once had he yelled at you in the past. You saw no regret in his eyes, not even the realization of ‘oh my goodness, I just yelled at my partner for the first time’.

You hurried over to your shared room, too hurt to continue the argument or dinner at that point. You quickly shut and locked the door behind you, making sure Steve couldn’t follow you in. As Steve made his way to the door, you collapsed onto your bed, face planting into a pillow and beginning to cry.

Steve raised his fist, about to knock on the door, until he heard your sobs. He hurt you and that hurt him more than any injury he ever got from a mission.

He gave you the space you deserved and you unlocked the door after an hour and nine minutes of being in your room. About ten minutes later, he entered the room and noticed your seemingly asleep body.

Steve quietly got ready for bed, still not forgiving himself for what he did. He sat on the edge of his side of the bed, rubbing his hands over his face before lifting the covers and lying on his side. He faced you, but you faced away from him with your eyes open, pondering what he’d do next. He gently rested his arm on your body, taking a deep shaky breath before saying the three words he never went to sleep without saying to you.

“I love you.” He paused. “Please don’t forget that.”

You turned around, snuggled into his chest, and wrapped your arm around him. Steve tightened the embrace, kissing you gently on your lips.

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Incorrect quotes#92

y/n: what am I supposed to do?.. Apologise?

Steve: that's EXACTLY what i want YOU to DO.

y/n: over my RICH..HOT DEAD BODY...

[leahkenobi]

to my mentally ill bitches: i implore you all to buy the bucky civil war henley and men’s boxers. just do it.

[plantswithme]

when sam and bucky was sitting in the car, seeing steve kiss sharon, i’m fully convinced that bucky said something like “we should try that” or some dumb shit and sam just rolled his eyes, but that’s what started it all…

[espinosaurusrexex]

So my social is full of the new Sebastian Stan paparazzi pics saying beefy long haired Bucky is back…

also the little hustle run in the next pic omg 😭 freaking adorable

AND THIS WAS AND ALWAYS WILL BE MY FAVORITE BUCKY OKAY?! Civil war Bucky is superior and he is back alright?!

I can’t take my mind off him, it’s thinking about so many thinks I could write and want this man to do and it’s definitely not healthy but I just wanted to share 💓

pictures are not mine

[cloudinterlude]

Sometimes I wish I never knew as much as I do about CACW so that I never feel the urge to argue every time I see some widely accepted misconception/fanon about it.

[leizyzet]

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they should have killed them all and then stopped making movies 🥴 the thought of like. phase 8 in 2064 is just exhausting i don’t want to be seventy seeing captain america twelve PLEASE just let it go