#carter/stark handshake

[labelleizzy]

The Carter/Stark handshake for the WIP Game please?

Thanks for your patience! Was a busy weekend.

Here's a snippet based on the prompt "destruction"

Deep in the bowels of shield, Peggy takes her turn at shredding files that are too confidential to be kept. She actually finds it really therapeutic to crank the shredder, to watch the words break up and disappear. Sometimes she lets her mind wander when she's doing this task, but frequently it's like a meditation for her. Crank. Chew, shred. And again. And again. It makes her think of alternate histories. What if... No, the what if is too painful. All of the what if is too painful. She resolutely returns to her task, making confetti carefully, and wonders how Howard is dealing with everything today. She hopes he's not drinking too heavily, and resolves to ring him up as soon as she's off shift tonight. With any luck there will be no emergencies that require the director of shield to spend the night again in the office.

(also I find it hilarious that I wrote most of this before the Marvel "what if" was released. Great minds etc etc!)

[sparrowsabre7]

Invincible

“I’ve been called a lot of things, nostalgic is not one of them.” That was the lie Tony had told Pepper some 13 years ago. Tony Stark, the man who had kept the – by his standards – rudimentary robots he had created back at MIT; who had his favourite race car converted into modern art after he crashed it during his battle with Ivan Vanko; who repaired and kept all the old models of his Iron Man armour (until they were destroyed by Aldrich Killian’s men). The man who had named his extensive and highly advanced A.I. system after his father’s butler, the man who had more or less raised him, who had been his sole confidant growing up in his father’s shadow, the man who was now stood no more than 20 feet from him helping his father into a car.

He had to go over, he had to say something, do something… he started forward but felt a hand grab his arm politely but firmly.

“Tony” said Steve gently. “We gotta go.”

“One minute, Rogers.”

“Tony…” he repeated, with a slightly sterner edge to his voice.

“One. Minute.” Tony shot back, locking eyes with Steve pointedly.

Catching that familiar resolve in Tony’s eyes, Steve looked over to the two men stood by the car and the realisation dawned. He released Tony’s arm, nodded and said quietly “One minute.”

 Hurrying to close the distance before the two men drove off, Tony tapped his watch twice and made a few complicated swiping motions over the face. SHIELD technology might be cutting edge for the 1970’s but to the technology of 2023, much less Stark tech, it was child’s play to break into and commandeer.

An electronic voice over the tannoy buzzed:

“Mr. Howard Stark to central briefing, Mr. Howard Stark to central briefing.”

Looking annoyed, Howard stepped back out of the car and headed back towards the main building, while Jarvis resumed his former position of standing elegantly alongside, awaiting his return.

 “Mr. Edwin Jarvis?” the neat older man looked startled to be addressed by his full name.

“Yes, how may I help you Mr…”

“Potts. Howard Potts.” Tony replied, extending his hand to shake Jarvis’s

“What a curious coinci-“

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” Tony cut in hurriedly. “I just wanted to…” he began, but he suddenly found for one of the rare instances in his life he was speechless. What could he say? What could he ever say to this man who made him, had fed him, clothed him, raised him from a baby to a young man, was more of a father to him than his own had ever been. Jarvis was always left to pick up the pieces after their many father-son shouting matches and was always the person happiest to see him return from boarding school. It was thanks to Jarvis that he’d managed to pull through the grief of his parents’ sudden death; it was Jarvis who had comforted him during the dark hours of the night; it was Jarvis who had been present at his graduation from MIT, ostensibly on instructions from Howard, but both butler and ward knew he would have happily fought a Hydra battalion to be there. And now here he was, stood in front of him, transporting Tony back to that lonely little boy whose own father had been absorbed with much bigger, more important things, yet who to Jarvis was his entire world, and found himself unable to speak. What could he possibly say? What words could be enough?

“I just- I wanted to tell you…” Tony swallowed, why was this so much harder than talking to his father? “I just wanted you to know how much I- how much the country” Tony caught himself “ appreciate all you did working with Agent Carter during SHIELD’s founding.”

Jarvis quickly fixed him with an electric stare.

“Director Carter” he corrected, sternly, “and I don’t believe my exploits with the director have ever been released publicly, nor even widely distributed within SHIELD, Mr. Potts. How does a visitor from MIT come to know such a thing.” Tony noted that Jarvis’s handshake had become somewhat tighter all of a sudden.

“Ah- I’m liaising with Mr. Stark’s team on a number of potential new projects, some of which involve some of the theory involved in the zero matter incident yourself and Ag- Director Carter were part of and so some of the old hands like to give the stories a little flavour, expound on the old days, tell tales.” Tony rattled off this thrown together excuse barely comprehending what he was saying, hoping it would be enough to dissuade further questions.

It seemed enough, Jarvis’s grip relaxed and released Tony’s hand.

“Ah I see, I must say it was a rather exciting time.” He said with a twinkle in his eye, before catching himself and donning a more sombre expression “Oh but of course, terribly dangerous, zero matter is not to be trifled with.”

Tony smiled, remembering that expression, trying to hide his excitement or delight at some new invention Tony had concocted behind a veneer of being a Very Serious Butler who would never dream of doing anything reckless in the presence of the boy he was charged with looking after.

“Of course. Though it sounds like you’re going to be having exciting times ahead soon too, with Mrs. Stark expecting.”

Jarvis brightened again.

“Yes, not too long to go now I believe. My wife, Anna and I we- “ Jarvis paused and swallowed “well, we always wanted children. Though I must say, whilst I would never tell Mr. Stark, I am frankly terrified.”

Tony blinked.

“Terrified?”

“Yes, I’ve never had to care for a child before, although” he said with a wry smile returning to his face, “I suppose I have taken care of Mr. Stark for long enough that it shouldn’t be much different. Perhaps easier”

Tony smiled broadly.

“I guess so.” He clasped Jarvis’s hand again. “Good to meet you Mr. Jarvis, I really should be going now.”

Jarvis returned the smile and handshake warmly.

“Yes, I expect Captain Rogers will be getting quite anxious, Master Anthony.”

Tony froze “How did-“

“Really Master Anthony, clearly I must get quite dull-witted in my old age if you believe a simple hat and sunglasses would be enough to fool me into not recognising perhaps this country’s greatest hero.”

“But, my name?”

“Your mother has been set on it for months. She tells your father Almonzo to pull his leg.” he said with a wink. “you have her smile, I recognised it immediately, I confess Mr. Stark has rarely been very perceptive when it came to faces.”

“Jarvis…” Tony managed to croak out, voice cracking, head bowing, finding it hard to look Jarvis in the eye all of a sudden  “I miss you, I wish I could tell you…”

“It’s alright.” Jarvis put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Your interrupting what I assume is a very important mission to spend five minutes talking to me speaks volumes.” Five minutes? Shit. Rogers was not going to be happy. Jarvis’s hand steadied his nerves, finally allowing Tony to breathe and find the words to speak again.

“Yeah, I better go save the world. But before I do I just wanted thank you and to let you know… My childhood, with you. With you by my side, I felt…” Tony swallowed his resolve, and looked into the kind smiling face of Edwin Jarvis.

“With you I felt Invincible.”

[natashasdetka]

I'm From The Past, You're From The Present (Chapter 1)

Pairing — Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count — 1k

Summary — A single accident will turn Y/N Carter’s world into a whole new level. A life that she is not used to.

Warnings — Swearing

A/N — I’ll probably update the series every Friday or Saturday. Enjoy the story, everyone!! <3

“Who the fuck are you?” You immediately turned around to see a group of people together.

You frowned and squinted your eyes at the man that oddly looks like Howard, “Where the fuck is Howard?” Your jaw is clenching wishing this isn’t some of his old jokes.

“Howard who?” The man asked back. You saw how he put his guard up all of a sudden.

“Howard Stark. Where is he?” You answered, your patience wearing thin. “And where am I?” You frowned and looked at him straight to his eyes.

You saw how the man that questioned you looked at the other people with him. You were about to find an exit when he cleared his throat.

“Howard Stark is dead. So, whatever you’re pulling right now,” he pointed at my whole outfit, “it needs to be stopped. You got that?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Pardon? I am not kidding, alright? Tell me where he is. Right this damn second,” your voice started to raise every word.

You turned your head to your side and saw a rather familiar face. You were about to walk towards the blond-haired man when someone stepped in front of you, a red-haired woman. You frowned at her and raised your eyebrow at her. She just raised her perfectly sculpted eyebrow back at you, “Who are you?”

You squint your eyes at her and took a deep breath, trying to keep the patience left in you. “Y/N. I’m Y/N Carter.”

After you said your name, every head in the room turned to the blond-haired man. He stood up and walked up to the red-haired woman’s side.

“Y/N?” He asked, almost a whisper.

You gasped as you saw him more closely, “Steve,” you blinked your eyes. “H-How? Peggy said that you crashed the bomber plane in the ice...with y-you inside it. S-She even told me she tried to stop you. Wh- How?” Your hand started to shake as you put your hand on his shoulder to make sure he’s indeed real.

Confusion and shock were written all over your face. He held your arms softly, “I was frozen for 70 years, Y/N. The ice preserved me,” he sighed.

“But…Howard…he only found the Tesseract and not you.” You barely said the whole sentence in a whisper. “My sister, Peggy, she…mourned for you…for a very long time.”

He nodded his head slowly, “I know, Y/N, I know.”

You sighed as you remembered what your sister told you before all of you fought HYDRA that day, ‘Promise me that you’ll attend the party, Y/N. I want you to meet Steve, alright?’ You remembered how you teased her about Steve always.

“H-How’d you know that I’m really Peggy’s sister?”

“She always has a picture of you in her pocket and she always talks about you, Y/N. How she’s so proud of you and how most of the men in the military are scared at the sound of your name,” he chuckled, “She also told me that even if she’s gone, you’ll be able to stand on your own feet.”

Your eyes became teary after what Steve told you but you stopped yourself from crying in front of all the people.

You sighed, “Well, Steve, it’s been a long, long time. I’m glad that I got to meet you, Captain America,” you smiled at him and extended your hand for a handshake.

Steve smiled and shook his head a little before shaking your hand back, “It’s nice to meet you, Capta-”

You cut him off, “I’m a Commander now. So, basically my rank is higher than you,” you teased him.

“Is that so? Well, it’s nice to finally meet you, Commander Carter,” he continued shaking your hand, “Come on. I’m gonna introduce you to everyone.”

“Are the two of you done? Did we just encounter a bit of flashback from the past?” The man with a really weird beard sarcastically asked.

You turned your head to Steve, “Is he always like that?”

Steve sighed, “Y/N. That is Tony. Tony Stark. Howard’s only son.”

“Oh…I see,” you looked at Tony, “Wait- Did you just say Howard’s son? This isn’t really some kind of a joke?”

“What? No, this isn’t some kind of a joke,” he turned to you with a frown, “Why?”

“Time travel,” you sighed.

You saw in your peripheral vision that Steve looked at everyone in the room as the others just stared at you.

“It worked. Howard’s invention…worked,” you chuckled. “Who am I kidding? It’s Howard’s invention. Of course, it will work.” You talked to yourself.

Tony walked up to me, “Did you just say that my father successfully invented the time machine?

You looked at him and shrugged, “I- Yeah. Well, I’m here. And, I don’t know how to get back.”

You started to remember that you were about to have dinner with Howard and Peggy. That's why you came to Howard’s private quarters in the first place. You’re worried about how Peggy will react to this, she already lost Steve, she can’t lose you too. You’re sure that Peggy will definitely lose her mind trying to find a way to bring you back.

“Wait, you’re a Stark. Can you, perhaps, make a time machine?” You asked Tony with hopeful eyes.

Tony looked at everyone in the room and sighed, “I successfully did one…before. But, I already deleted every FRIDAY’s information about the things I’ve invented. I’m done…with inventing,” Tony whispered the last part.

You felt your shoulders fall as the hope you’ve had was gone like when a balloon popped, “Oh…I-I see.

You sat on the nearest couch to you, you sighed as the thought of not going back to your home is already impossible. Steve kneeled in front of you and held your hands, “Look, Y/N, I prom-”

“Steve,” you cut him off, “With all due respect, I appreciate what you’re trying to do. But don’t promise me when you know you won’t be able to do it,” you sighed.

“You’re right. But, Tony’s not the only inventor we know.”

You looked up at him with a frown, “There’s someone that can invent as a Stark does?” You looked up at Tony and saw him smirking proudly.

“Well, no, but I know they can try. But, in the meantime, stay here, alright?” You nodded at him. “Natasha, if you don’t have anything important to do. Help her around, will you? I’m gonna try and contact him,” he ordered the red-haired woman, Natasha.

“Sure,” you saw her nod and look at you. You immediately turn your attention to your hand.

“I can take care of myself, Steve,” you whispered to him, a bit scared of Natasha.

“I know that. But, not at this time. And you probably need a new set of clothes if you're going out.”

“I- What’s wrong with my clothes?” You frown as you examine your clothes if there’s something wrong.

“There’s nothing wrong with it. Just a bit out of time,” Natasha stood beside you and replied.

“Oh…"

“Don’t worry you can keep it,” Steve said as he stood up and patted your head.

Before Natasha showed you around the place, Steve introduced you to everyone and vice versa. You were surprised to see a man, covered in red, from head to toe, and that his name is Vision. There’s also another red-haired woman and a silver-haired man, a witch and a speedster, whose name is Wanda and Pietro, they both look kind and sweet. There’s also Sam and Rhodey, who worked for the military, except for Sam, who said he’s retired. There’s also Bruce, the scientist, who Tony said can turn green, you actually didn’t understand what it meant. There’s also Thor, who they said is a God of Thunder, you don’t know if you’re going to believe that when he’s sleeping with a sandwich on his mouth. There’s also Clint and Natasha, an archer and an assassin, both agents of SHIELD, just like your sister.

After greeting everyone in the room, Natasha approached you, “Come on. I’ll show you around,” she walked in front of me while you trail behind her, silently taking in every modern thing you see.

Natasha and you finished walking around the tower and both of you are in the elevator, standing quietly, as you just played with your fingers, totally oblivious of Natasha staring at your form through the reflection of the elevator’s door.

When the elevator dinged, you looked up just the exact time that Natasha averted her gaze. Natasha went out of the elevator first, “Follow me,” she said and started to walk so you followed her.

“This is my floor but since there’s a vacant room here. You’ll be staying here on the same floor as me,” she stopped walking around the place, “Understood?”

“Y-Yeah! Understood,” you were a bit surprised at the tone of her voice like she’s ordering you. You cleared your throat, your Commander self trying to take over, “What’s with your tone? My ran-”

She walked towards you and leaned her face a bit close to yours, “Your rank is useless here, young lady,” she whispered.

Your tough act just disappeared as she retreated to her room and stopped in front of her door, “This door in front of my room is yours.” After telling you that, she entered her room and locked it.

You released a breath that you didn’t know you were holding, “What the fuck was that?” You shook your head, “I’m just probably tired, yeah, I’m tired.” You walked to your room and looked at Natasha’s door before entering your room.

You ended up sleeping at the desk because the bed is too soft to the ones you’re used to. Besides, you feel like you’ll fall every time you move around.

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[scarletwidowaf]

Imagine that no power AU where Natasha falls for this cute artsy girl and slowly finds out (to her horror) that Wanda's not just some random artsy crafts girl who plays guitar, but the (adopted) Granddaughter of the owner of the company Natasha works for. As in oh, oh no, that's Carter's grandbaby, Carter's gonna kill me.

baby carter

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff (scarlet widow \ wandanat)

warnings: cursing? Terrible grammar and writing maybe because my brain's having hard time.

A\N: soft scarlet widow- Natasha being awkward and charming and Wanda being absolutely adorable. also, I honestly don't know what I feel bout it - I think it's kinda messy especially compared to my latest work.

words: idk... a lot? 

masterlist

Natasha's been working in carter's Law Firm for almost 3 years now, slowly climbing up the company's hierarchical food chain, yet not enough to get the well-deserved promotion she was aching to get.

Not that she was ungrateful, hell no. not long after she graduated she got the job in carter's, which was one of the best and strongest law firms in the market. This means that not only that she found herself working alongside some of the best lawyers in the world, she truly couldn't complain about the paycheck she was getting every month.

Natasha wasn't ungrateful, but she was driven and she knew she was great at her job, hell, she was the best young lawyer in her class, yet, after 3 years in the firm, she was still working under Coulson. Which naturally means, she did a lot of dirty work instead of representing her own cases. Working with Coulson was great, really, the man was nice, sweet, a bit nerdy at times, and of course, such a great lawyer. Looking back, Natasha should give him credit for many things she achieved in the last 3 years, and one of them was meeting the love of her life- the one and only Wanda Maximoff.

One Thursday evening, as she was just finishing up some paperwork at the firm's office in New York, she got a call from Coulson, who let her know they were cutting the day short following personal constraints.

Instead of going straight home to rest after the brutal week, as she probably should've done, she decided to text Steve and Tony to see if they were free. luckily for her, her two best friends were willing to sacrifice any plans they had for this fine Thursday night, to celebrate the rare occasion of Natasha getting out of the firm before 8 pm.

The bar steve chose was nice, rather quiet and chill. Naturally, tony didn't seem to be a fan of the blonde's choice, but since it was Steve's turn to choose a place there wasn't much he could've done about it.

"We should sit near the stage" Steve said as he spotted an empty table at the other side of the bar, near the stage.

"What's wrong with you rogers? Do you want us to sit near the stage where random people will try to squick their hearts out to a Celine Dion song?" Tony sneered out, his eyes shooting daggers at the blonde as they sat.

"It's not a karaoke bar, tony" Natasha defended steve's choice.

"Yeah, this bar hosts young talented artists, I think it's awesome and refreshing" the blonde explained.

"I still hate it" tony said.

"We don't care" Natasha said as a waitress came to the table.

Over an hour and a half later, 3 performances were over and two bawls of fries as well, the next artist got onto the stage.

The woman was young, probably younger than Natasha, and beautiful.

She was dressed rather simply compared to the other artists, just a plain white T and an old pair of skinny jeans.

Natasha noticed that some strands of her dark brown hair got stuck under her red guitar's strap.

The woman was smiling nervously as she introduced herself to the crowd and Natasha couldn't help but send her an encouraging small smile.

Surprisingly for her, the woman smiled back.

Tony and steve noticed it as well and they exchanged knowing looks.

The singer's voice was almost as beautiful as her.

Her fingers softly strumming on the frets- as almost as it was second nature, while her soft angelic voice filled the room, sending chills through Natasha's body.

Natasha smiled when she noticed how quiet the bar became, everyone seemed to be enchanted by the young singer.

When the singer finished her preference she smiled brightly to the audience, who cheered for her loudly- as she deserved, and got off the stage.

Natasha noticed the poor singer who was supposed to try and top her incredible performance. He seemed miserable.

"Earth to nat!?" Tony waved his hand in front of Natasha. The redhead blinked twice before tearing her attention from the singer and to her friends.

Steve was smiling at her, his eyes glittering in enthusiasm, while tony smirked at her with raised eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, what?" She asked.

Steve laughed and tony sigh.

"We said that she was really good" the blonde explained

"Not that you haven't noticed it, you've been practically drooling," Tony said.

"I was not" she defended herself

"You were," he said. "But we don't judge you Romanoff, its natural, she was pretty and you didn't get laid in a while. Plus- You always had a thing for the innocent looking ones" he explained and Natasha sent him her dirtiest glare.

If a look could kill tony stark would've been dead by now.

"Okay first, I wasn't drooling. Second, fuck you"

"Nice comeback" tony taunted her with a smirk, knowing full well he wasn't completely wrong.

"You should ask her out. You seem to like her"

Steve smiled at her and Natasha knew he meant it- he was was always the sweetest one of the three.

"Fancy her" tony corrected steve.

"She Like her" steve raised his eyebrow at his friend.

"Fancy" tony taunted

"Li-" steve was about to argue again until Natasha cut the stupid argument off.

"Fuck off you too," she said and waved to the waiter, hoping that another beer might make the two less annoying.

When the waiter didn't come, Natasha got frustrated, her two friends started to argue over another idiotic thing: steve's lack of love life and tony's girlfriend's lack of taste In men.

"I'm gonna get a refill," she said as she got up. The two sent her quick okays before getting back to their bickering.

When Natasha approached the bar she noticed a familiar face.

The singer was sitting in front of the bar's counter with a glass of mojito. She seemed to be having a polite conversation with the bartender.

"Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt but can I have a refill?" Natasha asked the bartender. The man smiled at her and nodded before he replaced her empty cup with a new one.

The singer smiled at her softly again- Natasha smiled nervously at her.

"I'm Natasha" Natasha said awkwardly to the girl, her cheeks flushed.

Wanda smiled back at her "hey Natasha, I'm Wanda" Wanda, the singer said as she held out her hand for a handshake.

Natasha took her hand, praying to whatever god exist that her hand wasn't sweaty.

'What's wrong with me?' She thought as she mentally faces palmed herself.

"I liked your performance," Natasha said and Wanda smiled at her.

Natasha smiled back, happy she had the privilege to be the reason the singer smiled.

"Thank you" wanda thanked her.

"I saw you at the front line," Wanda said and Natasha nodded.

"Yeah, my friend likes this place. He chose the table" she admitted.

"That's nice, I'm guessing it's your first time in here"

"Yeah, it is actually. Was I that obvious?" Natasha joked and Wanda laughed.

"Just a little bit," Wanda said with a smile "what do you think about it so far?"

"It's really nice, honestly" Natasha admitted.

"Yeah, I think that as well. I come here often with my cousin and brother but its the first time I was on stage"

"Well, you were great. Seriously. You were" she started before gazing at the stage briefly, catching the sight of the young singer who went up after Wanda. "sorry, are- the best singer" she continued and Wanda blushed.

"Thank you it means a lot"

"Anytime," Natasha said back

"I should really go... It was lovely meeting you Natasha." Wanda said as she checked the time, a small frown on her lips.

"You too," Natasha said.

Wanda nodded at her before getting up and turning around from Natasha to pull her guitar.

when Natasha took a small sip from her beer she catches the bartender's eye.

The guy was giving her the 'are you kidding me?!' look- who was a well-known look she was familiar with from years of friendship with tony.

"Hey Wanda-" Natasha said to Wanda, who was about to walk away. The singer turned back around with a small confused smile.

"Yeah?" She asked

"Would you like to, maybe, I don't know.. go out sometime?" Natasha stuttered.

'Did I just fucking stuttered!?' She mentally kicked herself.

"Yeah.. id like that" Wanda said with a smile. The brunette took a pen out of her jeans pocket and scribble something on Natasha's arm.

"Call me," Wanda said with a smile before she smiled at the bartender, who tried to look busy with anything but them.

"Bye bucky" she laughed at his antics and left.

Natasha looked up from the scrabble on her hand, who was- of course Wanda's number with a small heart at the bottom, and exchange looks with bucky the bartender.

"That went well, right?" She asked him dumbfounded and he laughed before handing her a shot glass with vodka.

"Yeah it did.. friendly advice, don't fuck it up" he said as passed her a slice of lemon.

Natasha downed the shot, nodded at him as she took her beer, and left the lemon on the counter. Her legs taking her back to her table. both of her friends were staring at her with wide eyes.

"Hell yeah Romanoff!" Tony said excitedly.

Natasha smiled at tony before looking at steve with a chuckle "the bartender is your type" she said as she set.

Steve gave her a 'are you kidding me look before his eyes traveled from her to the bartender at the bar.

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Not long after Natasha and Wanda met again, a few times actually. 10 minutes into their first date, Natasha knew she was in trouble.

Wanda was completing Natasha on almost every level she thought about.

Wanda was carefree and dorky as Natasha was a stressed workaholic.

Wanda liked homemade meals and cooking while Natasha was practically living on boxed mac and cheese or takeout.

Natasha loved to binge movies and random tv shows into the night while Wanda liked getting up early to watch the sunrise.

Wanda loved fruity alcoholic drinks while Natasha preferred it clean.

Wanda was a splash of color in Natasha's black and white life.

Not long after, Natasha asked wanda to be her girlfriend- it happened in a month and a half after their first meeting as the two women laid in Wanda's bed, naked and sweaty with their limbs intertwined.

She could've done it more romantic, but both girls truly couldn't give a damn about it.

Wanda's apartment was incredible.

The studio apartment was big and bright.

The apartment's walls color was cream and the tall window frames were covered with white curtains.

In the beginning, Natasha didn't really understand why wanda even bother to use these curtains since the sun would light the room either way, (she found out about this terrible trait when she first stayed over and found herself awake and cursing under her breath at 7 am) But, luckily for her, Natasha learned rather fast why the younger girl's windows where ALWAYS covered. It was simple, really.

Wanda had this habit to walk around the apartment half-naked, or completely naked on better days, and as much as Natasha was grateful for that (and she was), she truly wasn't the one to share, especially not the image of her naked girlfriend as she walked around the apartment or squirmed under her touch on the bed- or anywhere they chose, really.

"Nat?" Wanda whispered softly as she was playing with her sleepy girlfriend's hair and spread soft kisses on her back.

"Hm?" Natasha hummed, half asleep.

"There's something I need to tell you" Wanda said softly. Her voice barely a whisper.

"Is everything okay, baby?" Natasha asked as she turned around to face the taller woman.

Natasha's eyebrows were tightened together in worry and Wanda couldn't help but kiss her on the nose.

"Yeah" she whispered and Natasha waited patiently for her to continue "it's just that.. there's something I need to tell you... about my family"

"Okay.." Natasha encouraged her to continue.

"My family-" she started, but got cut off by Natasha's phone buzzing on the nightstand.

"Fuck" Natasha cursed before turning around to check who it was- and if she can ignore it.

The name on the screen was definitely a sight she could not ignore.

"Just a second baby, it's my boss" she said as she pulled herself up to answer the phone. by doing so, Natasha missed wanda's guilty lip bite.

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That's how things went for another month. In this month Natasha got the promotion she wanted which meant she was enthusiastic for days later- and Wanda couldn't bear the thought of ruining it for her.

And that's how it went overtime.

Every time Wanda manage to muster enough courage to tell Natasha whatever she wanted to say, something happened and ruined it.

But jean Racine was indeed right: 'there are no secrets that time does not reveal', and unfortunately for both women, wanda's secret got revealed in a rather unpleasant and awkward situation.

It was a pretty normal day for Natasha.

Or at least it started as one. she spent the night at Wanda's again, which means she had a hard time leaving bed in the morning but she managed it so now, a few hours later, she was having lunch at a deserted meeting room with a few friends from the office

"hey, nat.. is that your girlfriend??" Sam asked, his eyes following a girl who passes near the glass door.

"Wanda?" Natasha asked him confused.

They weren't supposed to meet today for lunch, didn't they?

"Do you have another girlfriend I'm not aware of?" He asked

"Shut up Wilson, why would Wanda be here!?"

"I don't know Romanoff, she's your girlfriend. All I can say is that she seemed to be in a deep conversation with Sharon"

"Carter?"

"the one and only" Carol whispered and Gamora rolled her eyes at the girl.

"Will you stop being weird?" Gamora asked and Carol shook her head.

"Why would she have a conversation with Sharon fucking Carter" Natasha asked confused

"Maybe you should ask her...?” the man asked

"Oh shit I think they're coming over here, pretend to be busy," Carol said as she dived back into her salad.

The others do the same as well.

A few moments later the glass door was pulled open by Sharon.

Her smile wide.

"Hey guys" Sharon said as she opened the door and git into the room, wanda following behind-

Probably unaware of her girlfriend's presence until moments later when their eyes met.

Wanda looked like she was about to die.

"Wanda?" Natasha asked. Her eyebrows knitted together.

"Wait, You know each other?" Sharon asked as she turned to the brunette

"Yeah-" she started

"How do you guys know each other" Natasha cut her girlfriend off. Her eyes were still wide with confusion.

"We're cousins" the blonde explained and Wanda bit her lip.

Natasha stared at her girlfriend, hoping to get an explanation from her.

"Wait how do you to know each other"

"She's my girlfriend," Wanda said softly as Natasha got up from her chair.

Sharon's eyes were wide "didn't see that coming" she muttered

"Tell me about that" Natasha said, more to her girlfriend than to her boss.

"I'm going out for a smoke," she said simply before leaving the room.

"Nat-" Wanda started as she followed her, leaving the other remaining members of the room confused.

"Really?" Sharon asked again.

"Well, that was something," sam said and gamora nodded.

"That's classic," Carol said as she quietly laughed to herself

Meanwhile, at the elevator, things were going less smoothly for the couple.

"You're my boss's niece and you didn't think about telling me this?" Natasha shot at Wanda as the elevator door opened and the two went outside.

"I was trying to tell you, nat. I swear. That was the thing I tried to tell you about this whole month But every time I tried to something happened" Wanda explained as Natasha lit her cigarette.

"Why didn't you say anything when we started dating and got to know each other?" Natasha asked.

The lawyer wasn't sure if she was more hurt by the fact Wanda kept this secret from her or terrified by the fact she was dating her boss's niece

"Because I didn't want you to look at me the way you look at me right now" Wanda defended herself.

"How do I look at you wanda?" Natasha asked hurt.

"Like I'm no longer the same artsy girl you met at the bar" Wanda whispered

Natasha laughed bitterly

"Come on Wanda you know I don't give a shit about it. I love you and the fact you're a carter won't change it. You are the same artsy girl from the bar, who happened to be my boss's nephew. You should've said something."

"You're right, I shouldn't have kept this away from you. It was destined to get out eventually and the last thing I ever wanted was to hurt you" Wanda took the cigarette out of Natasha's lips.

"I made a mistake and I can't change it."

Wanda continued and Natasha sigh

"I wanted you to know me, and I was scared you'll judge me or see me as a carter like most people do."

Wanda put her hand on Natasha's cheek and Natasha kissed her palm, encouraging her to continue her speech.

"Fuck, nat, I'm not even in this business- yeah they're my family but that's it. the only other connection I have to this firm is the fact I'm in love with one of its lawyers" Natasha's eyes lit up and Wanda blushed furiously.

"You're in love with me?" Natasha asked as she played pulled her girlfriend closer, A small cocky smile on her lips as Wanda rolled her eyes

"For someone so fucking smart you can be so dense sometimes," Wanda said and Natasha laughed "Of course I do moron."

"I love you too," Natasha said before kissing Wanda softly on the lips.

"Can you forgive me, then?"

"It depends," Natasha said with the best poker straight face she could muster.

"On?" Wanda asked with her eyebrow raised.

"Is there any other relative- who can fire my ass, I need to know about?"

Wanda smiled kissed Natasha's lips deeply.

"No!" She said when they broke away and the two laughed.

Natasha wiped away the younger woman's tears before kissing her lips again. This time softly.

"Good, now if you don't mind maximoff. My break's over and I should really get back before your cousin will fire my ass"

"Well technically.. she's my cousin in law, I'm peggy's grandchild, adopted one, and she's her nephew" Wanda explained

"Can she fire my ass?" Natasha asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well.. yeah..?"

"Then my point still stands.

"Shut up Romanoff! you and I both know Sharon won't' fire your ass' because you're the best lawyer in this damn place" wanda argued

"Who fucks her cousin..-"

"You're right.. she might fire you" wanda joked and took her girlfriend's hand in hers.

"Or murder me" Natasha continued as her girlfriend pulled her back into the building and to the elevator.

"Yeah" Wanda laughed when they got into the elevator and the doors closed.

Wanda kissed Natasha's lips softly before pressing the button of their destined floor. "Or murder you"

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Brother Dearest Pt 52

“Steve has a sister...” Peggy halfway murmured at the sight of the returned Commandos to the bar she alone sat in the curved booth with fingers twisting the shot glass holding a whiskey now watered down by the melted ice meant to cool it.

Jaques asked in his slide first into the booth the others joined in on the motion to support their friend in this monumental loss. “What?”

“Steve has a sister.” She repeated and jaws dropped to her rehash of all the Colonel had shared and the way he had hinted he would hurt Steve for the fate the girl suffered.

Gabe, “So she’s dead?”

Dum dum shook his head, “No, we know Steve! We spent all that time together and not one mention of a family!”

Peggy said on the cusp of tears with a crack in her voice, “Well we apparently didn’t know him very well!” Up she raised her glass and haltingly took a sip and lowered it with half the liquid remaining in the lipstick stained glass that tapped the table again to her swallow. “He never said if she was dead or alive.” She whispered with her mind circling on that woman traveling with the Colonel who said her name was classified.

Jim, “And what if she’s alive? Not like we can do anything for the girl.”

“I have to know.” Left simply to that the conversation hung like a wet blanket over the mock funeral on the base as none could attend the one they anticipated would be held to celebrate him upon his return as a hero to Brooklyn.

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And small bits of progress were shared on and off in the aid of Stark in his enlisting her aid in clearing his name and saving the world between run ins of the old friends until the fated call, “I found her, she’s alive.”

“You got to be kidding me,” Dum Dum chuckled and asked, “Who is she then? Still a nurse or did she drop that after the war?”

“She’s a student, at Columbia University. She’s in Brooklyn. I’m going to meet her tomorrow after a stop by Steve’s grave.”

“Well then, do we at least get a name?”

“She changed it, her surname at least, she goes by Bunny Pear now.”

“Bunny Pear.” The name had his face go stoic recalling those towns and stops they crossed with those signs posted up creaking the gears in his head in puzzlement as to who this mystery sister and brother duo was and why the hell Steve acted like he knew nothing of them at all. “The only woman awarded the Medal of Honor Bunny Pear?”

“Yes, you’ve read about her then?”

“Steve lied about a lot more than just having a sister. Bunny Pear devastated every German force she and her brother came across, and while we toured a ruin of a city they’d left Steve and Bucky played the fool. Hundreds of soldiers we crossed had thousands of things to say about them.” He paused then said, “Ring us when you’ve talked to her with what you learn.”

“I will.” She replied and hung up the phone more fearful than she had been hours earlier upon uncovering an address to find said lost sister she had been brushed off by once before years prior as to why her friend was so curt in his parting tone that revealed a mingle of hurt and something else. Something she hoped to be a misunderstanding and not a betrayal of the man they all had such hopes for being a pure heart in the middle of a harsh war to guide them to safety and a better tomorrow.

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From the library to the dinner table you were set to move for the meal the brothers got started on once Eddie had come home and Peggy joined you all after having asked a few blaring questions about Venom in his shoot outwards ready to eat any intruder upon the telling scent of blood foreign to the family. In a skip of a scoop Eddie remained at home to keep watch of you all tonight knowing Venom would want to be on patrol all night. Both Norma and Dawn smiled and greeted Peggy, with whom they chatted in the wait for food until the doorbell rang again and Eddie sprung to check on who it was.

“Oh, hello,” the clear voice echoed through the house and was followed by, “Edwin Jarvis, there is a Peggy Carter here I believe?”

Eddie replied, “Yup, James said you called. Just you?”

“Jarvis, we’re growing cold, it’s on the move!” Stark’s voice came from the car parked on the curb who waved to Eddie, “Hey Eddie! Been following your headlines, you’ve been building up some steam!”

To that you smirked and climbed to your feet to join Peggy to the door, “I take it this means you won’t be staying for supper.”

“Apparently not. The offer was very kind however.” She answered with a kind smile.

Right to the door you strolled to stop in the doorway where Stark waved to you, “There you are Bunny! Not dead yet I see.”

That had you smirk and look to Jarvis in the sweep of his eyes over you, “Oh my,” he said then flashed you a grin stating, “Edwin Jarvis,” his hand outstretched for a handshake you returned, “Pleasure to meet you. I have heard so very many things about you, Mrs Pear Howlett.”

“Pleasure to meet you, you must have the patience of a mountain to work with Stark.”

His head tilted to the side a moment and he flashed Peggy a grin, “Lately it has been much more accommodating to my skill set and the company much less likely to land me slapped by women I come across.” His eyes wandered over you in a lean into Eddie’s side to the clear shift of your belly that had you rest a hand on it. “Might, I be bold in offering congratulations?”

“You may, and thank you.” You replied then looked to Peggy.

“I will let you rest, however I did want to let you know, the Howling Commandos, who traveled with Steve and Bucky in the war, they will be in town tomorrow and wondered if you might be up to meeting them? They also wished to pay their respects to Bucky’s parents as well.”

Eddie, “Bucky’s just got his Mom and sisters, girls are about 11 now.”

Peggy, “Good, we were planning on joining in for church, if you would accept that.”

“Not my place to ban anyone from church. We do have a block party after they may find as a reprieve after a Catholic Mass. Can be quite daunting for some not familiar with the service.”

She nodded and to Stark’s next honk she rolled her eyes and Jarvis said, “We will see you tomorrow, Mrs Pear Howlett, Mr Pear.” Both names accentuated with nods before his turn to join Peggy on the way back to the car.

“Should be fun,” you said to Eddie who chuckled and turned to lift Teddy in his race towards his father with drawing in hand to show it off.

“Oh yes,” he said to your closing and locking the doors. To turn back to the guys with eyes shifting over Eddie answering his mental questions on what he had missed of the intruders above what the guys had given of a basic description. Though mainly to calm Venom that the threat was aimed for Peggy and not yourself or his children.

Norma however drew your focus in a move to guide you to the dining room table, “Your friend had to leave before supper?”

“Yes, she’ll be at Mass tomorrow with more friends of my brother Steve’s.”

James asked, “You okay with that? We can stay home.”

That had you chuckle, “Right, because she would never just bring them here.”

And he smirked back at you playfully answering, “You set the rules. You want them barred we won’t let them in.”

Dawn said, “I just can’t believe she would come here knowing she was being followed.”

“Well I suppose there is the off chance she didn’t know. Seemed afraid of the woman at least, had to be sneaky or something to scare her.”

Victor murmured in French to keep Norma from hearing, “Don’t have to be sneaky to get a shot off in my chest.”

James teased, “Fairly big target to miss a couple feet away, now his head, be hard to hit that in reaching distance.” Earning a smirking glance back at him.

Dawn said to Norma’s confused glance their way, “Suppose we’ll just have to make sure these friends of Steve’s won’t cross any lines.”

.

The purple floral wrap dress you chose that hung past your knees was smoothed over you to sit under the cardigan you used to keep warm on top of the jacket that was eased over your arms and back. Sure to have your hat in place down the front stoop you strolled to join the others in town for the joint trip to Mass between your relatives. With his arm around your back James kept you close in the sight of Stark’s car driving past. While on the sidewalk outside the church Peggy stood with her signature blue dress and bright red hat to match her lipstick outlining the easy grin she gave you in the move to lead the staring group of guys behind her inside. Into the pew a row back to the left of yours across the aisle they settled. Each of them luring stolen glimpses through the service until the town and Priest especially got a chance to interrogate the newcomers who seemed to keep their focus on the family that everyone hoped would just be left to their privacy to live out their lives.

Once Mass was over however and your family took turns in the chance for confession the Brocks were the first to swoop in to begin the questioning. Gina especially smiled in her step towards the group and asked, “Passing through town?”

James Montgomery took the brief murmured conversation Peggy and Dum Dum Dugan were having about the proper time for him to put his hat back on to answer, “Yes, we’ve come out to pay our respects to Steve Rogers’ and Bucky Barnes’ families.”

Her husband asked, “Really? You knew them well?”

Pinky Pinkerton said after glancing back to Gabe Jones, Jim Morita and Happy Sam Sawyer who were ushered prior to Mass to sit on the far end of the pew on their move to join the group again, “We served together, though Steve never mentioned he had a sister, or any family at all really. Said he was orphaned.”

Mama Brock said in an unamused scoff to the memory of how her adopted daughter was treated, “Selfish little boy wouldn’t know family if it slapped him in the face. Lucky we never got our hands on him after he kept leaving Bunny out on the steps.”

That turned Peggy’s head, “On the steps? He actually left her on the steps?”

“Even went so far as to argue with the Judge that gave him custody to send her away so he wouldn’t have to have legal custody of her right in front of the poor thing before he was sent packing. To actually want to send her off anywhere unknown on the verge of a war to who knows what end how cruel can you get to do that to such a sweet child?” Mamma Brock then huffed feeling herself ready to begin shouting mumbled in a try to keep calm, “I have to go check on my pies,” and joined the others on their way to fetch the food cooked for the block party and her daughters began to list slight after slight that had their hearts sinking for both of their friends.

Including a stop to view the album of Sarah Rogers’ funeral where the guys understood by the captured look on your face just who Bucky was haunted by. The younger sister he encouraged Steve to abandon.

Peggy asked after the album was closed and added to the shelf of funerals of families within the past decade, “I don’t see Steve’s album. There’s one for Bucky.”

Ambrose said, “The Catholic church does not give suicides funeral processions.” That dropped Peggy’s jaw, “Father Thomas only insisted upon giving any words at all over the grave for Bunny’s sake when he knew we knew she was alive and with Eddie.”

Jim Morita, “Where did everyone think she was?”

Gina, “She was assumed to have run off with Eddie, but we clarified she got into a good school in Canada then they got drafted. Until she got shot she was listed as a POW though by the Canadians, we still have the telegrams our cousins received. War offices learned she was with Eddie through the field promotion papers and picture of the planes and tanks she took out first time she got shot.”

Dum Dum Dugan, “Well, I guess in his own way Steve had to have left her something decent for how she’s managed since the war.”

Ambrose’s husband said, “Steve left everything to the church. Even Jaqi’s things, she didn’t have a red cent to her name or home to come back to except for ours. Father Thomas is the one who set up the inheritance to be transferred to us to watch for her.”

Howard from the back of the church had crept forward and asked a question that hurt the group even more than anything they’d heard before that he had to confirm you yourself had told him, “Steve really call her a monster?”

Ambrose, “When he called her anything at all. Barely spoke to her at all unless it was a shout on where her change for food was or eyes were on him from people he wanted respect from.”

Howard, “He pick on people often?”

Gina, “After how his dad treated him and Sarah all he wanted to do was fight, even after she married Jaqi’s dad.”

Howard asked in a look over the albums, “Which one’s her dad’s?”

Ambrose, “Father Thomas gave it to Jaqi, only keeps them a decade. The one for Steve’s dad as well he found tucked away from when Sarah died.”

Howard asked, “Her dad a good man?”

Gina and Ambrose chuckled and the latter’s husband answered, “The pinnacle of perfect father and husband. Never raised a hand to anyone or any creature. Used to call Sarah his Greatest Treasure and Jaqi his fair Queen of the Cosmos, drove Steve up the wall. Worked and saved for his studies and a fund for his girl to study after him at the best schools. Even paid for Steve’s tuition for art classes at the community college.”

Jaques Dernier asked, “How does Bucky fit into this? Why did he hate Bunny? What did he get out of it?”

Gina’s husband answered, “He got Steve’s focus all to himself. Didn’t have much of a home he wanted to go back to at night. Steve wanted an escape and gave Bucky the most devoted buddy he could ask for.” From there the group led the others out to the party where two identically dressed girls with painfully familiar eyes stopped in their way with wide smiles.

“You knew our brother?” Stories of their war hero brother were shared to be confirmed that the guys were stunned they had heard you shared researched bits learned just for them to keep their hero. The new stories the guys shared were adored especially by their mother who in your exit of the church gave you a grin and watched your approach.

She said to the guys in the walk closer in a moment of distraction for the girls, “She’s been so kind to my girls, for how my boy and her brother behaved. Don’t you be rude to her. We owe her that much.”

Howard asked in a step away lowly to meet you before you reached the others, “You haven’t broken the bad news to the girls?”

“I’m not in the business of destroying heroes for little girls. They deserve memories of a brother who loved them and died ensuring they were safe.”

Howard, “How can you stand it, that truth you can’t say?”

“Everyone in town knows who is old enough to. Their cruelty dies with them.”

Bernie and Benji when their friends had called them waved and made their ways to the seats saved for them to share some of the excitement while you stepped forward accepting handshakes and introductions of the group that each of your family nodded in their own naming. Mrs Barnes left soon after to join her own friends to shift the focus of the group back to you.

Marigold, Petal and Teddy however called for food while you focused on the newcomers that joined you at the closest table mainly away from the crowds to the start of the music. “So, you knew Steve and Bucky in uniform, must have left an impression to bring you all out here.”

Gabe said, “Well, they were pretty special, least till we heard about you and Eddie.”

Jim Morita, “You really turned Panzers to marbles?”

“Among other things.”

Howard, “And she’s being stingy on the weaponry. I’ve even been asked to see if I can duplicate it. Magnets however are surprisingly difficult to master.” His eyes looked you over and he said, “How you made it in one piece with magnets that strong I have no clue. Did you know they can cause heart failure when they pass a certain grade?”

“Human body is comprised of iron in the blood, along with other traces of metal throughout the rest of the body, sodium, potassium, magnesium, calcium, vanadium, chromium, manganese, cobalt, nickel, copper, zinc, molybdenum, and cadmium. Part of how x-rays and sonograms work magnetic fields reacting to the body.”

“Not hard to bypass.” Happy Sam Sawyer chuckled out, “Don’t you remember, we heard the soldiers we came across all said they’re aliens.”

That had you smirk and thank the young Brock kids that brought your drinks over then darted off to play again. “Close enough,” you giggled and lifted your drink to take a sip then lowered your hand to the belly that shifted and drew James in a grin of his own to steal a stroke of your belly.

Jaques began the sea of congratulations and Dum Dum asked, “Did you plan on returning to school? You seem due soon.”

“Due closer to summer actually.” Parting his lips in confusion, “Triplets.”

Howard said, “When we’re done here Jarvis has our gifts for you in the trunk.”

“You didn’t have to bring gifts.”

Howard nodded, “Oh yes I did. Down right rude not to. Good thing I buy spares or Peggy’s sharing of the triplets would have left me in a lurch to have enough for all of you.”

“Fine, but it better not have gemstones or anything flashy or you’ll end up wearing it.”

Again he smirked and Dum Dum Dugan asked, “Any clue on what you’re having?”

“Girls,” James answered, “Hopefully just like their mom.”

Eddie said, “My sisters and cousins mostly have boys so when Dawn and I had Marigold they loved the new wave of girls, my sister Ambrose is having a girl too and can’t wait for hers.”

You smirked and said, “She’s really excited to go through this with me. Even debating coming out to Canada when we head back for the summer.”

James Falsworth asked, “Why stay in the city while you are carrying so many babies?”

“My courses.” You said, “I’m going to stick in it as far as I can through this semester. Might work it so I can leave a month early, just over four months, so possibly April to June depending on how impatient the girls are they’ll be showing up and the space and quiet will be better for me have them.”

Peggy, “How strenuous are your classes?”

“Not very, a majority of them are on the same campus and the Professors surely will be as accommodating as they keep trying to assure me they will be.”

Jim Morita asked, “What’s it like, being back here, after everything that happened?”

“I think the oddest thing was how everyone had just taken to the new last name. But I think Mama Brock had something to do with that, not to mention the papers.”

Eddie said, “They knew we needed a new name. I think remodeling Bunny’s home settled everything. Let everyone know she’s home in her own building she bought.”

“Technically-,” you tried to cut in only for Victor to cut you off.

“We bought it for you. Your name is on the lease now and when it’s legal it will be the only one on it.”

Peggy, “The whole house?”

James nodded, “Same with the comics and her bank account and just about anything we’re hoarding for the eventual turn over when we can.”

Howard said, “Might take a while to get there.” Though he smirked at the pointed gazes from the brothers around you mingled with Eddie’s unamused brow tick.

“Be a fairly terrifying time for the Starks of the world for me to have my own empire.”

Howard chuckled and fired back, “Oh no, then I might actually have some competition.”

Dum Dum Dugan asked, “What’d you do with the weapon and suits you built?”

“Well I certainly didn’t bring any weapons back from the war aside from a knife James found for me.”

Gabe, “So, what happens if someone shows up on your doorstep wanting those blueprints?”

“I may be pregnant but I can still throw someone around a room,” making the guys chuckle and Peggy smirk to herself.

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From the party to the house again now with the guys the tour continued with each admiring the pictures you had posted from Steve and Bucky’s trips to shows in murals with ticket stubs and autographs.

Peggy’s focus in a glance to the other room however shifted from Eddie’s smile down at his son. Who was faking claws at the air and snarls that had Venom’s face pop out with a toothy proud grin in a lift of the boy he then lowered to kiss in the return of Venom to sink back again, to the trumpet that sat polished on display. That had you ask, “Do you play an instrument?”

Her eyes met yours and she nodded, “Piano, Mummy insisted. Made Michael keep up with his sax.”

Her grin dimmed and you said with a stroke of your hand on her arm, “Boys rarely stick to practice. Steve missed most of his, though about half came by his passing out or rehearsals that triggered his asthma.”

Pinky asked, “Steve really was this scrawny?”

You nodded, “And he hated every minute of it. Eddie and me used to get a chuckle I might have been bigger than he was in his uniforms. Pre-Captain mode that is.” You paused and asked, “He ever sketch anything? While he was over there?”

“Oh,” Happy Sam Sawyer patted his pockets until he brought out a small journal, “Just a few small sketches, the rest is some sort of scribbles we couldn’t make out.”

Opening the book to one of the notes you snapped it shut saying, “It’s a cipher. You need the source book to translate it. Some boys used to take their notes and read them like they were dirty novels even if they were on toast to taunt them for not having a wider circle.”

James Falsworth asked, “Do you know the source?”

“The Hobbit.”

Jaques, “The bedtime story?”

You nodded, “Funnily enough, I gave Steve the book they used to hide in.”

Jim, “Why not translate it?”

“Oh I can read it, and I don’t think Peggy would appreciate the content.”

Peggy paused a moment then asked, “It’s, about me?”

“Yes,” you said and lifted the book a tad, “And by the notes I am guessing he didn’t get as far as he’s writing about. You could very possibly be flexible but I doubt even then his day dream would be plausible.”

Pinky, “Wait, all you did was glance at the page. How could you read and translate it that fast.”

“Photographic memory, and I can read novels in minutes,” you glanced at Peggy saying, “I’ll read the rest later and if there’s anything less imaginative and respectful I’ll write it out for you.”

She shook her head and said, “I doubt there would be anything sentimental in there. Your brother was not overly expressive of his affection until the drive we took to get him on that plane and the radio transmission afterwards, even then, rather simplistic, trade of a promise then static.”

“Well if I do ever find him wandering around in the afterlife I’ll punch him for that. Downright a crime to not woo you properly.” You teased making her smirk your way.

Jarvis upon return from his third trip to the car gave Howard a nod that had him smile and smooth his hands together, “Gift time!”

“Anything with gems-,”

“And I’m wearing them, I remember.” He said with a smirk guiding you to the front room where you eyed the trio of crib kits that by the brand were expensive and had you in an open mouthed gawk at the smiling inventor, “I won’t accept no for an answer. Only the best for the daughters of our greatest asset for this country’s future.”

“Asset?” you asked.

“You know what I mean,” Howard said. “With your help ladies are set to give us old boys a run for our money.”

Victor, “Why’d you buy three cribs? Must have sparked some rumors with that purchase.”

Jarvis said, “Oh, for that I bear the name on that invoice. Sparing Mrs Stark that scrutiny.”

Howard said, “Though she has seen the catalogs and now is considering children with her husband number two.”

James muttered, “Ouch.”

Howard swatted his hand, “I was a means to irritate Daddy. No matter she’s picked a fine replacement more fit for the suit and tie brigade.” He patted his hand on the crib box closest to him, “Paperwork is nearly done as soon as he finalizes on his house she will pack her things and you will have tons of cover headlines to distract from your lovely little parade of geniuses.”

James, “Least you haven’t broken a sweat over it.”

Howard, “Oh we signed a prenup,” he looked between you both and said, “Which I’m certain you both won’t need.”

Victor, “Oh I’ll kill him before so much as a weekend away comes up to think things over.” Howard chuckled and pointed at him assuming it was a joke only making you smirk behind a stroke of your finger along the side of your nose. Though to a bold set of kicks your hand outstretched and landed on Eddie’s bicep and you let out a sharp breath.

“Ok, I need a minute,” you said in a turn that had him guide you to the nearest bathroom.

Howard looked your back over and James drew his gaze by saying, “They kick and her bladder is almost always trapped in the middle. This the one with the side that comes down or the solid wall model?” That had his grin return in James’ move closer to crouch and look over the diagram on the outside of the box that Victor joined him in inspecting, “Oh this one’s nice. Good solid sides won’t take off a finger if it drops like other models.”

Victor, “We can always make a set of steps if it’s too tall so Pipsqueak can reach inside.”

Jarvis, “Would it prove to be too tall we could purchase another set.”

James shook his head, “Nah, no need. She can adapt. Doubt she’d accept the second set.”

Victor, “Or even let you up the stoop with it.”

Howard, “What about Canada, you need a set there.”

James smirked, “We’ve already built a set for home, Jaqi helped with the finer touches but let us cover the basics off our experience for what would be the safest designs.”

Howard said, “Wow, you sound like you’ve been through the whole parenting schtick before.”

He didn’t need the answer in their telling continued silent stares at him till one of the guys smiled and said to you in your return, “Your hubby says it’s a safe model.”

“Even if it wasn’t the guys can easily make some changes in the install. Should be nice, I do like the round half circle top to the ends, could have some nice crochet covers from Gina. Maybe a nice quilt too for the bed the Brocks can fix up for us. One of the cousins do enjoy stuffing them.” You looked to Howard and said, “Thank you, Howard. Now, no more gifts.”

He scoffed at that and rolled his eyes only making Jarvis say, “I will do my best to remind him of that, Mrs Pear Howlett.”

“No jewelry,” you said to Howard as a flat rule that deepened his smirk in your knowing he would find a way to shower funds onto your family he’d now spread a sort of fondness onto even more so upon discovery of the link between you and his major successful project your brother turned out to be.

Dawn broke the circle by calling everyone in for tea that let you all relax in the living room until the group all had to leave with promises to come back again. Though in their absence relief came from not having the presence of questions on your lost brother and the fact that you now could have that much needed pear you had been forced to put off until the lunch that was readied upon the moment of freedom.

Straight on to bed comfort was found in solace lounged in James’ side reading off tidbits from the stack of history books Elliot had been dropping off weekly to guide you by century and culture to feed the growing appetite for reading that your pregnancy was enhancing. Mixed between those were journals from those of the Beserkers who had lived through those times including the few saved items from assumed lost libraries wars had threatened and been recorded to have destroyed. All of which could only aid in the growth of your mind, though every bit of it seemed to be familiar, a notion that pleased both him and Herc that old memories were being tapped of a time when you were present there as well to observe those moments throughout history even with your physical being in hiding.

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“Odd,” you muttered in smoothing your hands over your chosen shirt to have been stolen from James’ side of the closet along with his flannels you’d adjusted the hem and waistband to a tie instead of the usual buttons he agreed upon so that you would be comfortable on nights you wanted to wear pants until yours could fit again.

“Odd?” James asked having lit the fire in your bedroom to the sound of the wind outside picking up to cover the street with the thin layer of snow forecast that would enforce the use of Victor’s car that was promised to you to prevent threat of slipping upon travel to Columbia and back again.

In a shake of your head you moved to the bed and folded back the covers, only luring him closer with head tilted slightly to the side. Softly in a sigh you replied mid lift of your leg to kneel on the bed to begin the crawl to the middle, or at least as close to it as possible while still remaining close to the edge in case of bathroom trips. “Power’s gonna go out.”

“Well with the wind like this, not far from imaginable.” His eyes looked over your face in his move closer when you sat down readying to arrange the pillows to perfect the spot for you. “Unless there’s more to it?”

“I can feel it. In the power lines. But the storm isn’t near as bad enough to shut it off. We’ve had worse storms than this.”

“How can you tell?”

“It’s,” you sighed again, “You remember that storm out in Palermo where the lightning kept circling over the ocean and it was so close it had your hair on end?”

He nodded, “So it’s like a static?”

“Something like that. Soft fizzle like soda bubbles travel through the wires. Just odd.”

“Well you won’t be cold, and breakfast will be easily fixed up even without lights.” He said in the motions to help tuck you into the comfy nest that he snuggled closer to your back with a shrug of the blankets higher over you both. “Don’t you worry.”

“Just hope it doesn’t get too cold for Whiskers.”

That had him smirk and settle his head behind yours on the pillow, “Furnace is powered on gas, won’t go out with the electric, same as the cabin. Whiskers will be perfectly warm and thanks to your metal layer inside the walls all our pipes are extra insulated. We won’t let our house go cold.” After a moment his hand covered yours and he hummed, “We all promised to keep him and the puppies warm and safe, we won’t go back on that.”

Mid yawn you started to say, “He has a schedule to keep,” which only had him chuckle to himself and close his eyes to the inch of your body back into his chest.

Pt 53

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Love me for who I am now

Bucky x Reader ( Chapter 7)

Previous / Next (8)

Summary: You apply for the Stark internship and end up getting it, so now you have 5 months to make a good impression to continue working with the Avengers.

A/N:  This delay wasn’t planned everyone. My computer had enough from online classes and decided to crash on me a couple of days ago. I had to send it for repair, but we are back now. I will post a bit more often from my usual schedule for a few days to try and compensate. Hope yall like this, sorry for any mistakes made. Enjoy.

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Word count:  4,301

Warmings: fights, harsh language, not part of the original MCU

Y/N- Your name                            

Y/L/N- Your Last Name    

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“ I am sorry to cut this lovely reunion short, but we are still in a HYDRA base and honestly I am sure I hear a clock ticking.” You pointed in the direction of the gentle muffled clicking sounds

“Guess they plan to level this place to the ground just in case.” Bucky pinched in

“The way it sounds, I plan to watch the fireworks from inside the car on our way AWAY!”

    Peggy still in Steve’s arms, felt being lifted off the ground again like she was made from feathers, as he dashed through the now missing doors towards the premade exit. She kept silent for most of the escape, seeing how the situation was confusing as it is, there was no need to fuel the adrenalin more. The bomb was enough for now.

 The grip Cap had on Peggy loosened, letting her jump in the backseat with his shield. Bucky’s big frame settled next to Steve in the front seat, but not before he threw you towards Agent Carter, less gently than his friend did.

“I am not a bag of groceries Barnes!” you kicked his seat, yet ended up getting ignored for the most part

  With determination, Steve’s foot hit the gas making the car roar out – snow creating a cloud behind the tires.

 The empty space filled with loud beating hearts, skipping and missing beats, going one over the other – starting to calm down only after some distance was put between them and the building.

“Guess I misunderstood the tiking sou-“ the whispers coming out from your lips were engulfed by the huge explosion following the thankfully small pieces hitting the rear of the vehicle. You and Peggy ducked your heads for safety measures. The men in front seemed too immersed in the road, couldn’t even notice the musical notes coming from Bucky’s metal arm, his body leaning out the window, as particles ricocheted off it .

“Barnes!” your fingers reached over to grab onto his weapon belts, pulling him back inside. This man had no regards to his life, making one stupid decision after the other. It didn’t help that Steve wasn’t even noticing it all. Sometimes it felt like they both shared the ‘stupid’.

“Calm down doll. I am trying to see through the dust cloud. Wouldn’t want Stevie to throws us off a cliff.”

“I. Can’t.Believe.You.Are.Joking.Right.Now!” each hit perfectly timed thumping off his broad shoulders

“Stop it you two! Call Stark.” The blonde man demanded, pulling Bucky’s attention from you and onto the earpiece. The deep stern voice of authority cut your upset streak immediately. 

“Hey ladies, how was the ball?” Tony’s playboy tone rung through the car, presumably while he was twirling onto his work chair.

“Delightful.” You hissed between your teeth

“What is wrong Cinderella? Lost a shoe?”

“No, but we gained a member.”

“Calling Barnes a dog isn’t nice now.”

“Stark!” Bucky launched towards the dashboard, but Steve stopped him with his free arm, before clasping the gear stick again.

“HYDRA were doing something in there that might have worked.”Cap began talking “ Tony, we don’t plan on stopping at a safe house. I am driving us directly towards the compound. How fast can you meet us there?”

 The mic picked up on Tony’s shifting body guessed by the screeching sound of his work chair “ I don’t know. How far are you from there? Fuck, I will call Happy to get me from Stark tower.”

“I am sorry to intrude in this discussion, but do you by chance mean Stark as in Howard Stark?” Peggy placed her hands onto Steve’s seat, pulling her body closer.

“Usually people don’t think of my father first thing when they hear my name.” Tony huffed out, a bit of pride bubbling in his long blood of geniuses.

“You are Howard’s son?!” she gasped audibly

“Umm, I thought people knew that about me already, as well as handsome, playboy, genius, billionaire. Google gives a good explanation too. Steve is this our new addition? I would be worried if the answer is yes.” The car fell silent for a couple of seconds “I will take that as my answer.”

“We are close.” Cap didn’t know how to deal with all this still, he just had to cut it short till everyone was gathered and maybe ignore the problem for the time being. Very bad coping mechanism.

“How many vodka shots do I need for this?” Tony’s equivalent to pre-workout when it came to Avengers related work. Maybe the only thing keeping him sane most of the time.

“Grab a bottle for me too.” You voiced loud and clear from the leaning position your body was resting in

“A bottle?! Fuck my life.” The earpiece cut off the conversation making Bucky place it back onto his ear. Silence laced the atmosphere once more, this time with no sound, but the motion of the car to keep company. Your eyes laid over everyone inside one by one, scanning them and their calm exterior. The drive was long and a bit suffocating to a point, where you had to open the window on your side to let some fresh air in.

“Ah, sorry.” You sighed out looking at Peggy’s scattering hair “I should have asked before opening it.” Her hand gently pushed the flying strands behind her ear flashing you’re a smile.

“It’s ok. I know how much you hate tight spaces, we used to find diners with tables next to open windows because of that.” There it was again, a chunk of true information about you throw directly out of the 40s at you in the 21st century. Steve’s gaze focused onto the reflection in the car mirror switching between his love’s soft gaze and your confused look thrown back at her.

“Calm down, we are almost there” Bucky’s fingers Morse coded a quick message to his ,on the edge friend, earing a nod and refocus back on the street.

 The moment you entered the city again, Peggy’s eyes darted towards her side of the car scanning everything happening. The buildings were huge, people were dressed so different, their manners and way they carried themselves, it felt weird not what she grew up with and knew by memory. It felt lonely maybe, or sad that she had no means of going back, yet the man sitting in front of her was a dream come true. Something she had wished for for years now.

“I am not…home anymore am I?” no one answered her, giving just enough information to make her own conclusion. With a small flair Steve drove the car into the compound, parking it at its usual space. The blonde soldier opened the door slowly, reaching his hand out for the agent to take, as baffled as she still was at this point. You found it so sweet how he was showing his feelings towards Peggy without saying a word, still lost in the mission. While Bucky was fixing himself up, he noticed the way your gaze laid over the two lovebirds in a longing stare. A gentle smirk pulled on his lips, before pushing out of the car and gripping your door handle. An unlocking sound shot your head, throwing your hair in the opposite direction.

“What are you doing?” you asked him, tripping over the end of the question lightly

“Something you will never admit you want.” His flesh arm reached out for yours to take, letting you marvel at his huge stance for a moment. The hesitation dissolved with the reflection of yourself inside his ocean blue eyes.

  An old melancholic memory blew over you like a ghost, pushing your hand into his palm. Even though Bucky was the one who offered this, his body froze when you accepted his touch. His eyes ran over your hand, up your shoulder to your face, locking with you. His fingers slowly pulled your hand closer, clapped gently as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“I am glad that at least you brought my car back, for once.” Tony’s figure, standing next to the elevator with spread hands, pulling you two out of the time capsule. For a moment, for just a split second you saw in front of yourself a man. Short messed up dark brown hair, his smile reaching up to his eyes, shaping them slightly into crescent moons. His shirt unbuttoned tinted a dirty olive green letting his chest show – a metal chain laid upon it. His pants were messed up, his face muddy at places. It went like it came, a mist like whisper of the past.

“Tony we need to gather everyone.” Steve pushed the keys into the billionaire’s chest, letting them drop in his hands

“Already did-“ it didn’t take much time for him to notice Peggy “Is that?”

“Agent Peggy Carter.” She walked up to him with a confidant stride leaning for a handshake, which Tony didn’t hesitate to finish “Well aware of your identity agent Carter. Stark, Tony Stark.”

 She flashed him a smile with a small nod before walking into the elevator.

“F.R.Y.D.A.Y. conference room.”

   Yes Sir

   The doors slid open causing the confused agent to jump a bit. You made sure to grab onto her, stopping a potential injury inside. The big almost ceremonial hall sized room revealed itself in front of Peggy, adding to her list of amazing and possibly impossible things.

“How did the first mission go Y/N?” Nat swung her legs jumping off the table, just to be stopped in her track by the unexpecting young lady behind Steve

“Everyone take your seats. This will be a long one.”Tony rushed to pour himself a drink, downing it faster than he could refill it. Peggy took Steve’s spot as he requested of her, taking his big frame to the front of the room.

“The HYDRA base was active. Except the usual goons there were 3 men, one of them was a scientist. Y/N.” he pointed towards you, directing the attention at you for a moment “Was able to retrieve the information, hopefully all of it, from them.”

“May I?” you asked, coaxing a nod from Steve. He turned towards your empty chair ,as you took his place in front of everyone. Taking over Tony’s tech you inserted the USB, but didn’t project anything yet to them. “They are trying to re-activate plan Winter Soldier and I am worried that they are pretty close to doing that.” Bucky’s body tensed up after he heard that name uttered from your lips “ I am guessing that they are opening a portal back in time using the tesseract. I don’t know if they plan to steal the serum, but it won’t be as simple as we think. F.R.Y.D.A.Y. the projector please.”

   As you wish Miss

    The wall became illuminated by different pictures and texts meticulously organized by you on the screen under your fingers. “I found old files, but no matter how much I scan them, I can’t get any information out of them.” Your head moved from the wall over to the tablet between your palms “All I can tell you is this Phase2-“

“Winter Soldier Phase2 The Return.” Peggy spoke out, her body rising slowly from the chair

“Everyone.” Your hand let go of the tech and turned the palms up pointing at her “Agent Peggy Carter, the one who walked through that very light ring a couple of hours ago.”

“She traveled through time?” Clint looked at Rhodey shaking his hands in front of his body “Is that something we can do now? Doesn’t it mess up some time space stuff?”

“Yes, basically. Just don’t tell Strange, we should be fine” You explained 

“Noted.”

“Well since she seems to know something about this, let’s let her explain.” Tony swung his whiskey in the expensive crystal glass, the ice hitting the walls melodically.

“Before this all happened, I was on a mission to retrieve the second half of that exact document.” She began

“You have read the first part ?” Steve asked earning an positive answer from her

“The experimented soldiers were cryo-frozen for future use, I am guessing in this day and age. The first file spoke of the process and the scientists involved in the whole operation by name. They planned to use one of these men to make a super soldier embryo.”

“HYDRA wants to mingle some of their soldiers to make a baby? Wouldn’t want to be that poor girl.” the playful note was easily distinguished 

“They could inject the serum inside a pregnant mother.” Vision leaned his body onto the table offering his two cents on this already sadistic topic 

“ This whole ordeal could be a way for them to try and retrieve the lost files. Going back in time is a big thing on its own. Guess they are very confidant in this operation to begin with.” Wanda jumped in with an idea following a lead

“That is an option, considering that their plan with unfreezing those popsicles ended up with all them dying in the first place.” Tony pushed off his desk, leaving the glass to rest on the coaster empty. “What else did you find on that USB?”

“That two soldiers survived that time difference.” Pressing the screen Bucky’s file popped up on the wall “James Buchanan Barnes, as we know went through the cryo freezer, but the second soldier doesn’t have any intel on methods of survival. Yet the more I looked into it, the more information I found about him. The files are much fuller than those of Bucky, almost like they had a personal deal of sorts, which got me thinking. So turns out this mystery soldier was in HYDRA as a family business. Him and Bucky were the best duo they had, almost perfectly engineered team. Taking orders and finishing the job. Our Mr.2 didn’t go under the memory eraser as much as Bucky did, only 5 recorded cases in here.  ” You tried to dig for a picture to offer them a face, but you could only find a burned one of a dog tag with a missing name, only the numbers left “ It is almost like he had been in the organization since a child.”

“What a family.” Nat commented “Basically we have another Barnes running around out there and we don’t know what he is capable of or who he might be?”

“I don’t remember any of this.” Bucky rubbed his head, either a headache creeping onto him or the anger of not being able to be of help.

“The problem might go deeper than that.” Steve rolled his shoulders back, hands crossed in front of his chest “Peggy seems to know Y/N.”

“Pardon my French but what the actual flying fuck?” Sam laughed out “ You can time travel of something now?”

“Not that I know of.” You shrugged “I am as confused about this as you all are.”

“Peggy?” his blonde hair flew around his head, as his eyes focused onto her figure

“We, me and Y/N are friends. Both of us met awhile after Steve’s….disappearance. Probably a couple of years or so. We used to go out from time to time and enjoy some food or a casual walk. Nothing suspicious. ”

“You said we haven’t seen each other since a few months now?” you asked her

“Yes, last time we met you had to leave earlier because of family problems with your uncle. It was pure coincidence, but I saw that the man who picked you up was James.”

 It felt like something snapped your head towards Bucky, eyes meeting in a mix of shock and confusion. The whole room couldn’t take a breath in until their brains calculated all that just got released as information. Tony frozen in one place as his eyes began to widen.

“I think I will be saying the thing we all are thinking about but…” Bruce trailed off trying to delay this as much as he could this rough interruption “ If Miss Carter is 100% sure she knew Y/N, the one here right now that we see and she also has seen her and Bucky together during that time. The information we got from that USB can lead only to one possible conclusion.”

“Are yall saying I am 100 something years old!?” your exterior was mirroring your inside state “We don’t know if it is a woman or a men, but you can’t just start pointing fingers like that.”

“I am sure it was Y/N. I followed you back then. After recognizing James I thought…” her eyes looked at Cap softly “ If he was alive than maybe Steve was as well.” The atmosphere was dark, heavy, but also like thunder crackling, hitting you with buzzes of something.

“What we are saying is that you could be working for HYDRA and we would never know.” Tony took a few steps towards you, his finger of the suit trigger button “A few years off your daily life are missing under the alibi that you were living with your uncle. You show some interesting symptoms from time to time to.”

“I don’t work for HYDRA!” agitating words and lack of memory began taking a tole on you “Wanda, Wanda look inside my head. Tell them I don’t work for HYDRA!” you were shaking her body vigorously, hoping for assistance maybe at least from Vision, the walking infinity stone.  

“Ok, calm down.” You took a seat while Wanda began gently entering your mind. She was gentle, taking her time going past one memory and into the other. Seeing thoughts and unsaid wishes. After what felt as an eternity she pulled her fingers away from your head and her presence out of your mind.

“She is telling the truth.” You slumped into the chair, taking a sharp breath in after what she said. For a moment you thought you heard faintly Tony disengaging the repulsion canon on his suit.

“But…”

“But what?” eyes wandering over Wanda in expectation

“You have missing memories, not exactly forgotten maybe suppressed or hidden. Things just don’t feel natural in some places in your head. They seem periodical.”

“Now that we have calmed down.” Bruce walked over to you, helping you get up and shielding your body from Tony’s sight “Let’s take her to Stark tower. Tony your lab there is much bigger we can figure this thing out.” Everyone in the room waited for the ultimate decision, which he took his time on making.

“F.R.Y.D.A.Y. prepare the lab.”

  Yes Sir

 “Thank you, Tony.” You whispered

“Don’t mention it kid.” His hand landed onto your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze, that he himself might have needed at that moment  “Barnes you will be in a car with Steve, Clint and Peggy, Y/N will be with me, Bruce and Natasha. We don’t need you two that close for now. Wanda, Sam and Vision can just fly there. Rhodey grab Happy and wait for us there. You.”he pointed at Thor “Go ask your messed up brother if he worked with HYDRA or lost the Tesseract for sometime before we made Vision .”

  Thor summoned Bifrost off Midguard, Wanda grabbed onto Vision disappearing into the wall. Everyone else headed down to the garage. The elevator was packed, the silence felt like a rope around your throat choking you with each floor passing. The space seemed tighter than before. It felt like the elevator was slowly filling with water, the pressure crushing your bones. Your body warmed up going past the normal temperature, when an icy like cooling sensation rolled up from your waist. Jolting threw you slight back hitting something soft yet firm.

“Calm down, it is me.” A deep voice whispered letting your body sink into this hold turning into pudding. He was the only thing keeping you standing, melting away the worry. Your hands crept up grabbing onto his vibranium arm, holding tight almost like he might disappear if you let go.

Sir, the garage.

   F.R.Y.D.A.Y. ‘s voice echoed sliding the metal doors open. Tony threw a pair of keys over to Steve, unlocking his own.

“I got her.” Natasha smiled at you, showing Bucky that he can entrust you to her from here on. As much as you didn’t want him to let go, you felt his body leaving yours. “ It will be ok. No one really thinks you are on their side.” She told you “We just have to make sure that if this is all true they didn’t mess with you in ways they did with the metal fossil.”

“Nat.”a jingle like giggle left your lips, tapping her arm post joke. She knew what to say at any given moment. 

“Ladies mind having your giggle fest in the car, we are busy people.” Tony snapped his fingers in a flashy way, ushering you both on the back seat.

“What is the plan then?” worried or not, there was no point trying to change something outside your grasp. You were still scared, worried but sometimes wearing adult pants was needed. You worked hard to reach this spot, there was no way you could let go of your future like this. Determination was unlocking something inside you, strength in situation most people wouldn’t be able to be composed in.

  Tony threw a look at you before continuing to drive towards Stark tower “Glad to have you back agent.” Nat rubbed your hand in partnership with Tony’s words “ These are all theories, but having Peggy Carter so sure in knowing you could have revealed something about you and or HYDRA.”

Sir, a message incoming from Falcon

 “Put him through.”

“Hey Tony! Sorry to cut your show short. I am getting a police report of a road shut down by some black jeeps heading up on yall.” Sam was flying over the cars

“Check on it.” The big metal wings shadowed over the road and flew in front, almost disappearing between the clouds.

“Who would have guessed that someone would try and stop us from going to the lab.” Bruce laughed at his comment, but Tony and Natasha seemed too serious

“We shall see how much of this was the job of a little fairy.” The car slowed down coming up on the barricade of cars standing, tinted windows not allowed a correct assumption of human number

“Smells fishy to me. Someone let the octopus out.” Natasha pulled out the gun from her case sitting calmly next to her leg. Tony prepared his bracelets.

“Dusty, you get ready too.” He shot you a serious glance “I don’t think these fine gentlemen want our autographs.”

 No one made a move for a couple of minutes, before one of the jeeps opened and threw a man out of it on the floor. Bloodied up, tied in a brutal way. His head was hanging low enough for people to figure out he was an adult male, but not enough to figure out any facial characteristics.

“Great they have a hostage.” Steve’s voice echoed from the intercoms

“It’s HYDRA.” Bucky added “Couldn’t forget these disgusting faces even if I tried.”

“ Could have guessed that much myself from the logo on them metal boy.” Tony hissed knowing damn well they had to save whoever that man was.

“Don’t be shy, we won’t shoot. Yet.”  The HYDRA agent laughed out “Do you need more motivation?” his leg generated enough kinetic energy to roll the man over to the exposed sun light, making you yell out “UNCLE!”

“What?” Bruce’s body swung towards the backseat

“Great!” Tony hit the stearin wheel aggressively “Now we gotta do something. Avengers, out of the car.”

 Like a command you jumped out of the vehicle , trying to make sure you weren’t just guessing blindly, but it was him. It actually was your uncle, could he have been kidnapped all this time? The letters he stopped answering to could have been a sign you were too blind to notice. But why him?

“Now that we have acquainted ourselves , we want a deal.” The tall man spoke out braking your thought process “Give us our soldier back and we give you this one here.”

“How about we punch you in the face and you give us the hostage ?” Bucky hissed out, his arm clenching in front of your eyes

“Honestly, I liked you better when you didn’t talk.” the smirk ripping this man’s face was disgusting, filled with pride.

“Y/N?” you uncle coughed up a bit of blood next to himself, a sight tugging on your heart strings.

“Aw such a sweet view. Almost a bit sad don’t you th-“

“Not as sad as you will be in a bit!” full speed down from the sky, Sam ripped the clouds landing a hard kick on the back of this guy’s head. Knocking him a couple of feet back. You dashed over to your uncle, who mustered enough power to get up and try to reach you. He collapsed half way, falling into your arms just in time.

“Uncle, uncle!” you kept calling out to him, brushing his hair off his sweaty forehead, who knows what this man went through at a HYDRA base by himself.

“I am ok sweetie. D-don’t worry.” You lowered your head trying to hear him better between the heavy breathing he was huffing and puffing, sending you a comforting smile.

“We should help them.” Steve and Bucky went towards you to give a hand in charring your relative.

“Steve wait!” Peggy grabbed his sleeve, when Bucky suddenly got the wind knocked out of him, his back denting one of Tony’s cars. The sheer strength needed to throw a big man like James back only possible by Steve, or another super soldier.

[ao3feed-stucky]

by Jerckcurb

He gives Steve an annoyed look and speaks. “You know you shouldn't be sitting in the middle seat.” The man’s voice was filled with nothing but anger.

 Steve looks over to his right, the man had a blue beanie with a hole on the side, his hair reached to his shoulder and he had a faint stubble on his face. The man’s eyes were filled with exhaustion and all Steve could do was stay silent before looking away from the man. He didn’t want to cause a scene; this man was clearly not in the mood. Steve got up and moved to the window seat. He looks back at the young man who was visibly irritated and offers him a handshake.

"I'm sorry."

or where Bucky gets mad at Steve for sitting in the middle seat on the train after a long day at work.

WIP

Words: 5687, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Sharon Carter (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, bucky Barnes has anxiety, Protective Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Feels, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Professor Steve Rogers, jaintor Bucky Barnes, Disabled Bucky Barnes, Minor Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, but like for two chapters, flawed Steve Rogers, Steve isn't a good boyfriend to Sharon, College Setting, Medium Burn, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Clint Barton Is a Good Bro, Bearded Steve Rogers, Skinny Bucky Barnes, Shrunkyclunks, Steve Rogers is a film professor, First Dates

[evien-stark]

✧I Need You✧ Chapter 122

It was your sure surprise the very next morning, when WHiH ran an exclusive story about Fisk and his vision for Hell’s Kitchen. You would have thought he’d want nothing to do with them, but then again… he’d probably just been trying to bait you. There were still so many questions you had about this entire ordeal, but… Tony had said not to overreact. And that he’d look into it. So that meant he would, and you shouldn’t worry about it. 

Which was ideal. Because you had almost too many things to do, having double-booked yourself for lunch- twice, uptown, downtown, then uptown and downtown, and then midtown later for an interview. And before all that you had a few morning meetings to get to in similarly too many places. It didn’t leave a lot of time for you to say good morning or even goodbye to Tony as you rushed out. 

He was awake, of course. Working. But not in the lab. Distracted by this freshly new dangerous thing the two of you had seemingly gotten wrapped up in. You were only able to impart a meager kiss, one that was easy to tell he tried to drag out. But you simply couldn’t, a sorrow that you passed to him and promised to make it up later. 

Then you were off. 

A weird feeling followed you around most of the day. Though you were in and out of your car between each point of contact, it felt like- ...well. It wasn’t unusual for people to be watching you. Looking at you. Most likely paparazzi. Tourists recognizing who had just walked by their line of sight. Fans. That sort of thing. That had mostly become background noise in your daily life. 

But this was something different. You chalked it up to an overactive imagination and the lingerings of adrenaline after coming face to face with one of the darker shadows of New York City. But- ...but… 

The more you focused in, as you walked from the car- pointedly a few times to grab more coffee than you could handle at whatever cafe was nearby- no. Someone was definitely following you. And the more you tried to talk yourself out of it, the more time you lost to do anything about it. 

Quadruple lunch meetings had come and gone. A sturdier chill had set in as the sun had gone down. It was dark- and you were heading into the CNN building for a live interview- and someone was waiting outside. All of this you had to shove deep down because you couldn’t appear antsy on television, even if the CNN anchors were more friend than foe. You tried to forget about it for the next two hours as you prepped and then went on. But it was there. Lingering in the back of your mind. 

You thought to call Tony, as soon as you gave everyone a handshake and exited to the green room. Tony would come and get you. Tony would keep you safe. But if you were overreacting? What then? You’d be wasting his time… but if not? What then? What if Fisk had hired someone to follow you? 

What if Fisk was setting up some grand plan. Moving chess pieces. Clearly  Tony had covered for you at the gala last night. And anyone with eyes knew Tony would practically do anything for you. A thread a few had followed in the past. Liability that you sometimes were. But what if it was more than that? 

What if Fisk could orchestrate a murder? Tony was too smart for that, you reasoned. He’d see through something like that. Fisk couldn’t manipulate Tony that way. Use his anger as an outlet for whatever pretend greater-good he thought he was doing. Yet… it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility, was it? 

And someone had been following you around- 

“LUNA, call Tony-” 

You had been waiting outside the building, pondering this all, and watched these words solidify in the air when someone grabbed your arm and a noise just short of a shriek escaped you-

A noise that startled Tony on the other end of the line. He shouted something unintelligible- your mind was racing too hard to hear him as you whirled on your heel, arm up to strike- 

“Hey!” Steve backed off immediately. “I’m sorry-! I didn’t-” 

“Steve what the fuck!” Your heart was racing a million miles a second. 

He put both his hands up. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to frighten you-” 

In your ear, Tony’s voice furthered your embarrassment. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?” 

Trying to steady yourself, you shook your head at no one in particular. “Sorry, Tony.” Making it clear, as you held your hand up to press a few fingers at your earpiece. “I thought I was being followed. Turns out it was just Steve.” 

“I wasn’t following you.” Frowning heavily now. 

“Do I need to come down there?” “No, I’m fine. Sorry to bother you.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll leave you to it.” The line silenced out. 

Steve crossed his arms. “You alright? I know you weren’t expecting me but you-” 

“What the hell are you doing outside of CNN at eight PM? And why are you grabbing me?” Why was he here? 

He looked at you in frustrated disbelief. “I didn’t grab you- I touched your arm- I called your name but you didn’t seem to hear me. I startled you- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to. Is everything alright?” 

So. He’d been watching you from… somewhere, for some reason- seeing you stand on the sidewalk in front of a building, probably staring off into space. He’d called out to you- you’d ignored him. Or been so in your own head that you just hadn’t heard him. Which would probably indicate something was off. 

You tried to get your agitations to dissipate. There was no value being upset with him. He really hadn’t done anything wrong. ...except… “It’s alright- I’m sorry. Just- what are you doing here?” Had he been following you around all day? Was that what you’d been feeling? ...god you hoped not. 

He struck a keenly defensive pose. “What- I can’t have business in the city, too?” And when you made a face at him, lips quirked in a pout and brows raised, he dropped his shoulders with a sigh. “Alright. I was just coming out of a dinner date.” 

“Oh?” Interest piqued immediately. 

“Don’t. It didn’t go well.” The tiny burst of blue from him seemed to suggest this was all true. Not that you thought Steve would lie to you. 

“Oh.” Now you felt extra bad. Steve had had a rough night and had been trying to talk to you and you’d basically screamed at and attacked him- and almost called Tony on him. What a mess. You gave him a little nudge. “Well. If you believe in fate…” 

“I’m not sure I do.” Though he perked up with a small smile. 

You shrugged. “Me either. But. How about some dessert? You can tell me all about her.” It would be terribly nice to have some normal after this entire shitfest. 

He seemed to warm almost immediately. “I’d like that.” 

A dessert date to cap off your night. Not the worst thing in the world. 

                                                  --- 

You took Steve to a not-so-secret place, which may have been a major folly, but it was close to the Tower. So less of a walk home. Which was what you wanted. While you were over the idea that Steve had been following you around (happy coincidences could happen sometimes, right?), you still had that lingering feeling that someone had been keeping their eyes on you all day. 

Calling ahead eased at least some of the attention as you took a private booth in the back. Aside ordering and refreshing drinks, the two of you were left mostly alone while he bumbled through trying to explain that dinner date hadn’t really been a date. 

Sharon Carter was the woman he’d been seeing this evening- a name that rang familiar instantly. “-she was one of the very first people who came to see you. After that mess at the Triskelion.” You hadn’t looked much into her after that, figuring she must have just been someone Steve had gotten friendly with during his time in DC. 

“Oh, yeah?” Clearly not having known that. He probably hadn’t been conscious during her time there. “Makes sense. She was put right next to my apartment by Fury. Keeping an eye on me.” 

“How like him.” Trying not to ruin the evening, but unable to help your massively dry tone. “Even knowing that- you’re okay with her?” Sounded like… even though the woman was just doing her job, she’d still been spying. 

He gave an uneasy shrug, sticking his fork deep into a piece of three-layer cake. “She was just following orders. Besides. Didn’t you just tell me after the job was done she came to check on me?” 

You couldn’t help a light smile. “I guess I did. ...so what went wrong?” 

“I’m not sure.” Said on a sigh. “She’s working for the CIA now.” 

“How nice.” 

“-said she was in town. Asked if I had time to meet up. But, when we sat down it was…” He struggled a little. Stewing lightly. 

“...awkward?” 

Looking up from his thoughts, he caught your gaze and then nodded. “I guess you could say that. I might’ve said uncomfortable, but… I don’t know who I’m being unfair to by saying it.” A small pause that finally led to, “I guess I don’t really know how to talk to girls.” 

“Maybe you two just need some more time together.” Trying to look on the bright side of things. He wouldn’t have said yes to a dinner if he didn’t like her in some capacity. And Steve deserved someone nice. 

“I think you’re being a little too optimistic.” Showing a shade of shyness, as his eyes dropped with a shake of his head, grinning. Although in a self-deprecating way. 

You tipped your head to the side, eyebrow arched. “What do you mean by that?” 

“I’m not uh…” Sitting in a small heap in his seat, like someone had cut his tensed muscles slack. At ease with being genuine with you, even if it wasn’t working out in his own favor. “It’s probably just me. I’m not- uh…” When you continued to stare at him, waiting for him to find whatever the hell he was trying to say, his grin turned a little bashful as he crossed his arms. “I’m no Tony Stark. Let’s put it that way.” 

The laugh that ejected out of you surprised the both of you, and you had to raise your hand to cover your mouth. “I’m sorry- I’m not- I’m not laughing at you-” 

He was grinning a little more fully then as he set his arms on the table, leaning forward to give you a look of implication. “Sure you’re not.” 

“Really! Really I’m not.” Trying to get your giggles under control. Reaching over you laid your hand atop his, giving him a little pat-pat. “No one’s asking you to be Tony Stark, Steve. Some girls- a lot of women in fact- don’t like the whole suave playboy thing. I didn’t.” 

“Uh huh.” Sassing you just a little. 

“I didn’t!” Trying to defend yourself. “Stop looking at me like that!” Giving his hand a little swat then. “I didn’t-” 

“You know, there’s a saying about protesting too much-” 

“Oh shut up.” Not meaning it in the slightest. The look you two shared was an easy warm one, all smiles. “It was gross. We didn’t start dating until he grew out of that. Check my timeline, if you have to.” 

He waved his hand at you. “I trust you.” 

“Yeah. Well. Anyway. A lot of women don’t like that.” 

“And what do women like? I’m pretty sure I have no idea.” Open again as he looked to you for some sort of catch-all answer. 

“Depends on the woman.” There just was no straight answer. No god-send that he was looking for. But when he implored you with those soft blue eyes of his, you couldn’t help but try. “I dunno. We like… someone genuine. And kind. Trustworthy… loyal… funny- you know- all things you’ve got in spades.” Trying just to give him a little boost. He seemed so down about his bad not-a-date. 

“Right. ...you think I’m funny?” 

“If I’d been drinking a minute ago, it would have come out of my nose.” It was nice, the soft laughter the two of you shared. You gave his hand another comforting pat before retreating so you could pick at your own slice of pie. “And you’re just fine, you know. Talking to women. You talk to me just fine.” 

Hesitancy circled around him. “You’re different. I’ve known you a lot longer. Some things are just… easier.” 

“Well I said maybe you two need more time together. You just need to get a little more comfortable, that’s all.” Hoping that was the case. It would suck to be wrong- more for Steve than for you. 

“I don’t know.” Another sigh. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s just not meant to be.” Another ripple of sorrow touched over him. 

“Her? Or at all?” Already knowing exactly what he was getting at. 

His eyes dropped. “Maybe I already missed my opportunity.” 

There was a name here. Neither of you needed to speak it. Because you just couldn’t help yourself, you reached over again, settling both your hands over his then. You waited until he looked up at you. “I’m not Dr. Linnet, but, there’s definitely a lot of trauma and grief that you need to go through, before you feel comfortable. But- you went to see Sharon- you wanted to see her tonight. Even if it didn’t go right, that’s already more than enough to know that you want a chance to… not even start over. But. Just continue. You deserve to live too, you know? You deserve a life.” 

It was the easiest thing in the world to be gentle with him. Steve was tough, but he was also an incredibly soft soul. You’d figured that out a while ago. He had a lot he needed to process. You hoped he was going to therapy. His life had not been a fair or easy one. And he was clearly still holding on to a lot. But he shouldn’t be denied anything, because of what he’d had to leave behind. 

His eyes held steady on your hands over his, and then lifted, holding your gaze in silence for a little too long. But you let him, under the pretense that he was trying to think about all this. And when apparently he came to a conclusion, he drew a deep breath in and then let it out, his hand turning palm up to grasp yours lightly. A smile wasn’t too far behind. “Thanks. For all that. And… maybe you’re right.” 

“I am right.” Wedging just a little bit of levity in to ease the air. 

When he huffed out a laugh you supposed it worked. “Yeah. Maybe.” 

“You say maybe again and I’m gonna start charging.” Teasing him a little. 

He grinned again, in a lighter way, still staring at you. His mouth opened- the drop of your name quiet- almost a little hesitant- 

But it was so quiet that it got lost as the waitress approached, calling you at the same time. The both of you looked up. She was terribly uneasy and nervous- “Ma’am, I’m sorry… I’m not sure which of our patrons- I just wanted to let you know there’s a lot of people with cameras parked on the sidewalk outside.” 

Annoyance took a dark hold of you. “Fucking paparazzi.” Mood ruined. Couldn’t you ever have anything nice? Couldn’t you just be a normal fucking person? Go out with your friends without security? “Alright- just- can we have the check- and we’re going to need to leave around back.” 

She nodded helplessly. Not like she could say no. “Of course. Again- I’m sorry.” 

You waved her off. “It’s not your fault. It’s okay. Don’t panic. Everything will be alright. I really appreciate you letting me know.” At least you hadn’t walked right into a trap. It was easy to figure out exactly what had leaked to them. You and Steve had gone out for dessert at a classy restaurant all alone and had been laughing and smiling at each other all night. 

Because nobody understood what close friendships looked like these days. 

As she left Steve sat a little more straight in his seat. “What should we do?” 

“I’m gonna call Tony to come pick us up. Happy’s already out for the night.” Knowing your pick up at CNN was the last thing on his to-do list before he was off. He’d come get you, of course, if you asked. Without a word. But he deserved time to himself, too. “We’ll go out through the back and wait. No big deal.” Trying your very best to make it seem like that was the case. But… 

“Isn’t it?” 

“It’s not-”

“You seem pretty angry.” 

This stopped you immediately and you couldn’t help but feel awful. Your frown was immediate. “I’m sorry. It just- it sucks, you know? I’m so fucking tired of having to call security to watch my perimeters. I’m tired of having to worry about what story is gonna come out in the gossip mags the next morning. Not being able to go anywhere I want- having to ignore people taking sneak pictures of me- I just… I want a life too, you know?” Grinning then, although in a terribly frustrated way. 

He returned it. “Yeah. Yeah, I get it.” 

You hoped your smile got across your gratitude for his understanding. Deciding to try and look like a normal person, you went for your cell phone in your bag instead of quick calling him with your earcuffs. The waitress came back and laid the bill on the table- but Steve batted at your hand and then grabbed it up with a look of don’t try me- so you didn’t, instead rolling your eyes fondly and calling Tony instead. 

He picked up on the second ring. “I’m very popular tonight, it seems.” 

“Yeah, me too. Steve and I got caught at a dessert place. Apparently cars are parked everywhere on the sidewalk. If I send you the location can you please come pick us up around back?” Asking, not demanding.

“For you? Anything- well- for you and a slice of cherry pie.” 

“I’ll pick one up before we go.” 

“Thank you, honey. I’ll be there in ten. I love you.” “I love you, too. Thank you.” Knowing he’d already tapped your location, you put your phone away and quickly raised a hand to the waitress before she scurried off with Steve’s cash. “Can we actually get a piece of cherry to go?” 

                                                 ---

Steve was a little too tight by your side, in a protective mood it seemed, as the manager escorted you through the kitchen, out into a private hall, and then through the back of the building to the backside. She asked if you wanted her to stay, but you told her you’d both be fine to wait outside, so she excused herself, apologized for the trouble, and then closed the door- you also heard her lock it behind herself. But. You supposed that was fair. 

A chill crept up your spine. It was still pretty cold outside this early in February. “Tony said he’d be here soon.” 

“I don’t doubt it.” Steve crossed his arms, looking left and then right. 

That weird feeling came back very suddenly, and had you stepping closer towards him. Steve hadn’t been following you around- someone far more opportunistic did. Seeing as it only took you a single minute to leave the building for them to drop down from a fire exit ladder on the opposite building. Despite yourself- despite knowing you could handle this- despite knowing better- for some reason you defaulted. 

Maybe it was just because this man- this man in black- had absolutely been fucking following you around all day. You knew it then. This crushing feeling of anxiety eating you up as you tucked yourself closer to Steve, grabbing at his arm as the man stood. He really was going all in on the masked marauder look. Black pants. Black shirt. Black gloves with wraps- but strangely he was hiding his eyes. Quite literally. Bandana tucked over his head and blindfold tied tight around his eyes. 

Steve’s fight-or-flight kicked immediately, and he half stepped in front of you, one arm out. “Hey- I don’t know what you think you’re doing pal, but-” 

“I’m not here for you. I just want to speak to her.” Voice unfamiliar. 

You felt Steve’s protest bubbling up but you stopped it with a firm voice, “You’ve been following me around all day.” An air of uncertainty suddenly swirled around this masked man. Maybe he thought you were stupid. “That’s right. You think I didn’t notice you?” Trying even harder. He hadn’t followed you around in daylight looking like this. If you could convince him you knew who he was-

“I don’t have a lot of time.” Side-stepping the issue. “I’m here to tell you to stop what you’re doing with Fisk.” 

“I’m not doing anything with Fisk.” 

“You were at his charity event.” Stepping just a little closer.

Both you and Steve held your ground as you spoke again. “I go to a lot of charity events. So what?” No need to overtly defend yourself. To say you didn’t know he’d been the one hosting it. You owed this man nothing. “If you were smart-” If he was smart, he’d know you and Tony would never get involved with Fisk. 

“Either way. Stay out of it.” 

You bristled. “You think I don’t know what he’s up to? What he is?” Or probably more accurately, what he did to people.  “Or do you think I’m just a helpless moron hoping he’s not?”

The man shook his head, light smirk on the corner of his mouth. “I’m not asking you to rely on some forsaken sense of mercy he does not possess. This is personal. And I don’t need your intervention.” 

“Who the hell do you think you are? You follow me around all day just to blow up my dinner, corner me in an alley, and demand I stay out of your way? You have no idea who you’re dealing with.” You would not be pushed around. It was obvious, now, that he was behind this. He’d gotten lucky with Steve. But fortune favored the bold.

And he certainly was a bold one. 

“Neither do you.” 

Tony’s voice called from the sidewalk, “Hey, Dread Pirate Roberts. I’d back off, if I were you.” Both you and Steve turned to look- the man in the mask did not. Tony was posing, car door open, half leaning on it. “Situation’s not looking like it’s gonna go your way.” 

The man suddenly wore a very bitter grin. “Good. You’re here. Easier to get this across once. Fisk intends to rain fire on Hell’s Kitchen. And I don’t need help. So I’m telling you-” 

Hands in his pockets, Tony sauntered a little closer. Seemingly terribly unbothered. “Would help if I were in more of a listening mood, but. I’ve yet to have my dessert, so. You’ll have to try again later.” 

“Do you people do nothing but stand around and quip?” He was getting agitated. 

“Fisk knows what you’re up to.” You said suddenly. “I’m pretty sure you’re a huge thorn in his side right now.” 

“Good. And I should be the only one.” 

Finally stopping in front of you and Steve (and you felt the heaviness of Steve’s confusion mixed with frustration about being left out on this one), Tony directed a tip of his head the man’s way. “So what’re you doing here, then? Menacing a woman and an army vet in an alley? For shame.” From his pocket he pulled a USB stick and held it up. “First one’s free.” 

The man didn’t even look at it. ...had he moved his head even once since he’d dropped in front of you? “I don’t need your help, Stark.” 

Tony grinned. “Of course not. That’s what they all say. But better safe than sorry- especially if you’re getting involved with Fisk. If he doesn’t go the murder route- which he probably will- he might try and bring the law into it. Vigilantism is illegal, for the most part. Something I’m sure you understand. And I'm sure he'd love to make an example out of you. If you get into trouble- and you will- I might be in a good mood. Stark Industries is pretty in the know for great lawyers these days.” Staring him down- ...if he could even see through that mask. Tony waited, letting the moment hang before waggling the stick. “Understood?” 

The fire that the man in black had dropped in with had been completely extinguished so suddenly. Killed so easily by something Tony had said. A certain fear gripped him. Icy and painful. Reaching up he took hold of the USB. “Understood.” Resentment and bitterness bubbled out of him as he turned and jumped up to catch the ladders he’d come down on, climbing and then twisting his way up higher and higher until he was out of sight on the rooftop. 

Just when you felt like you were catching your breath, Steve settled his hands on his hips. “Anyone gonna tell me what that was about?” 

Tony shrugged. “Superhero world’s getting bigger all the time.” 

Steve made a face at him. “Who is Fisk? And who was that?” 

You put a gentle hand on his arm. “Let’s get back to the Tower. I think we’ve done enough talking about this out in the open.” 

His ire backed off as he looked at you. “Yeah. Alright. ...this the word I was waiting to hear back on? Because it’s a little late.” Ribbing you. But… taking it a little personally, too. 

Tony sighed. “Better late than never.” 

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

The Stranger on the Train

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PnDSji

by Jerckcurb

He gives Steve an annoyed look and speaks. “You know you shouldn't be sitting in the middle seat.” The man’s voice was filled with nothing but anger.

 Steve looks over to his right, the man had a blue beanie with a hole on the side, his hair reached to his shoulder and he had a faint stubble on his face. The man’s eyes were filled with exhaustion and all Steve could do was stay silent before looking away from the man. He didn’t want to cause a scene; this man was clearly not in the mood. Steve got up and moved to the window seat. He looks back at the young man who was visibly irritated and offers him a handshake.

"I'm sorry."

or where Bucky gets mad at Steve for sitting in the middle seat on the train after a long day at work.

WIP

Words: 5687, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Sharon Carter (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, bucky Barnes has anxiety, Protective Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Feels, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Professor Steve Rogers, jaintor Bucky Barnes, Disabled Bucky Barnes, Minor Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, but like for two chapters, flawed Steve Rogers, Steve isn't a good boyfriend to Sharon, College Setting, Medium Burn, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Clint Barton Is a Good Bro, Bearded Steve Rogers, Skinny Bucky Barnes, Shrunkyclunks, Steve Rogers is a film professor, First Dates

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[takadasaiko]

Second Chances, Chapter Fourteen

FFN II AO3

Summary: Tony rushes to save Morgan and Howard, Peter talks to Fury, and Tony is left to make a decision of his own. 

Chapter Fourteen

The Parker boy had shoved them in a storage closet and demanded that they stay put before slamming the door in his face. Howard had been ready to fling it right back open, letting the punk teenager know that he wasn't afraid of some trumped up, wannabe Hydra bots flying around. He could be useful. He could find a way to deactivate them, or fight them, or… The mental list had slammed to a stop at the look on his granddaughter's face as she clung to his hand, genuinely terrified. And suddenly his worth didn't matter. For the first time in his life he knew that was true. Protecting that little girl was it. For Tony. For her. For the family he was getting to know that he would have to lose. It wasn't about him. It was about them.

It didn't take long for the door to slam inward and Morgan screamed. Howard swept her up in his arms as he darted to the side and into the hallway, the bot right behind them.

Morgan clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck like she was determined that he could protect her. And why wouldn't she believe that he could? Her father would be able to. Howard should be able to. A blast hit at his feet, ripping the concrete floor up and sending him stumbling. He managed to land on his side rather than on top of her, the breath knocked out of him as he did, and she scrambled to her feet first. Howard looked in horror as she reached forward with one of those silly little gloves that she wore that she seemed to think would do something. "Stop, or be incinerated!" she demanded with the determination only a five-year-old could muster.

Howard stumbled to his feet, dragging her behind him and out of the way of the blast that would have killed her. He looked back, finding only a solid wall behind them, and turned dark eyes back to the bot. "Okay… I'm sure your creator can hear me, right? Maybe. If so, you're making a big mistake. I can make you a wealthy man. You just have to let us go."

The bot raised its arm, the palm glowing and Howard steeled himself. This was it. This was how he was going to die.

A loud crash drew his attention and he watched as a streak of red and gold slammed through the roof and into the bot, destroying it in one hit. The suit - one just like he'd seen in the garage - came to a stumbling, skidding landing.

"Daddy!" Morgan squealed and she sprinted around Howard before he could stop her.

Thankfully, the helmet of the suit snapped back to reveal Tony and he dropped to a knee to meet her. "Hey you," he said breathlessly as Morgan wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're okay. We're okay. Everybody's okay."

The little girl was wailing by this point and Howard winced, shifting where he stood. "Are they…?"

Tony looked up, two sets of nearly identical brown eyes meeting. "Yeah. That was the last one."

"Lucky us, we got it," Howard huffed.

"I tried to protect Howard, but he wouldn't let me," Morgan told her father between gulps and sniffles.

"Yeah?" Tony's gaze didn't leave him, almost like the question was being directed at him. "You protected her."

"Well, I wasn't gonna let 'em get her," Howard answered awkwardly, running his hand along the back of his head. "She thought she could take them out with a glove."

Tony pressed a kiss to his daughter's cheek and stood, the movement stiff and slow. Howard watched as the suit opened up to let him step out of it, and he was moving before he really registered that Tony was stumbling. He caught him, holding him up and he felt the man that would be his son sink against him, a strained breath leaving him. "Thank you."

"I didn't actually do much," Howard murmured as he eased the other man down to the floor in a controlled descent. Surprisingly enough, Tony didn't let go, and somewhere in there he realized that the desperate hold had turned into an embrace. His own fingers curled into the fabric of Tony's shirt and he swallowed hard. Okay. He could get used to this.

Morgan joined them, her little arms latched onto them both and Howard felt the smile tugging at him. He could definitely get used to this.

                                        _______________________

The expo was in chaos. Security had flooded the grounds, corralling people away and to safety. Pepper and Ms Carter has slipped away - Ms Carter so that she wouldn't be spotted by reporters and Pepper because she had no interest in broadcasting that she'd been the one in the Rescue suit if she could help it - which left Captain Rogers and Peter to help hold things down. SHIELD was arriving on-scene, theoretically there to provide support. In reality, they swooped in and shoved Doom into the back of a nondescript van. Peter's gaze swept the agents nervously for Fury.

"Pete! Pete! Pete!"

Peter was looking before he remembered that he was still fully decked out in his Spider-Man suit, but that didn't stop Morgan Stark from launching herself at him. A breath of relief rushed out of him as he caught her, pulling her close only for a moment before putting her back down. Just because her dad didn't mind the world knowing who he was didn't mean Peter wanted to broadcast it. "No one knows my name, remember?"

"I do."

"And gotta keep that secret," he told her, putting his finger against the mask over his lips.

Morgan mirrored the motion. "Right. Our secret."

"Right." He looked past her as she started for Uncle Steve and saw Mr Stark and his father making their way over, Mr Stark leaning on the other man. "Holy…. are you okay?"

His mentor looked over at the squeaked question and eased away from the other Mr Stark. "Yeah, I'm okay. More or less."

He was pale and shaking ever so slightly where he stood. If he listened, Peter could hear the way Mr Stark's breathing wasn't quite steady and how his heart still struggled to keep the right rhythm, the ARC reactor likely the only thing setting it straight. He looked terrible. "The suit," Peter breathed. They'd known, or at the very least they'd suspected. And they'd been right. "There are EMT's all around here. Let me —"

"Hey, kid. Breathe. Let them help the people that actually need it. You seen Pep?"

"I don't think she wanted the reporters to see her in the suit."

"Smart. She'd never shake them." He reaches around and clapped a hand to Peter's arm affectionately. "You did good, kid."

Peter mumbled his thanks and waited until Mr Stark had shuffled painfully away before swallowing hard. "Hey Karen? Is he really okay?"

"His read outs don't show that he's in immediate danger, but the Iron Man suit did a number on him," his own suit's AI responded, her tone almost sad.

"Okay. So he shouldn't do it again?"

"I would need a better diagnostic, but the data I have would indicate that prolonged use of the suit could do irreparable damage."

"Right. Okay. Right. I see SHIELD. Is Director Fury here?"

"He's by the hotdog stand."

He pulled in a steadying breath and risked one glance back at Mr Stark. If Peter had taken Fury up on his offer then maybe they would have been ready. Maybe this wouldn't have happened. He couldn't risk it happening again, because if people were in danger, Mr Stark was going to jump into action. That's who he was, even if it killed him. If he had someone to rely on, though, someone that would take care of the threat before it even happened, he could rest. He could be okay.

"Thanks, Karen," Peter mumbled as he shot a string of webbing out and took off towards the hotdog stand.

                                       _______________________

Every second felt like it was weighing on him. He had sent the suit back to the display and Howard had offered him a literal shoulder to lean on after the third time that Tony had tripped over nothing on their way back to the epicenter of the chaos. His father had had to step away - not far, Tony noted - when the reporters descended with every question under the sun about the attack. Who was he? Had he been apprehended? Was Iron Man back? Thankfully Pepper re-emerged to give him a breather and Tony presses a grateful kiss to her cheek as she took over.

"Why is it that all your expos get crashed?"

Tony turned at the sound of his best friend's voice, trying for a smile that turned a little lopsided. "You say all like there have been a lot of them."

"You're two for two, Tones," Rhodey chuckled. "Those aren't great odds."

The younger man reached out, Rhodey using the handshake to pull him into a hug. "We have a problem," he murmured clandestinely.

"And here I thought you were just happy to see me," Tony chuckled.

"Don't make this weird."

"You're the one going for the five minute hug in front of reporters." Rhodey finally released him, glaring a little despite Tony's grin. That smile slowly faded. "Okay. Really serious."

"SHIELD's here."

"I saw the vans."

"Fury came with them."

Dark brows drew together. "Did you see him?"

"Not personally —"

"What makes you think he's here?"

"A reliable source."

Tony waved him off. "Okay okay. So what? Fury's stretching his SHIELD legs again. Let him. I don't want to deal with the international incident. I want to wrap this up and go home."

"I don't think he's here for Doom, Tony."

"So who's he here for?"

Rhodey glanced around, looking entirely uncomfortable. "Parker."

It felt like someone had kicked him right in the gut. "What does Fury want with Peter?"

"I don't know."

"But you know something. How do you know? Who —?"

"Maria Hill."

Tony blinked hard. "Why would Hill tell you?"

Rhodey swallowed hard. "Because she was here with me."

The words were said in such a rush that it took Tony's exhausted mind a moment to piece them together. "You and Hill?"

"Don't make this a thing."

"Here together?"

"Tony…."

"On a date or what?"

His friend sighed. "There was a vibe, she got dusted, she came back, we've been seeing each other for a couple months. I wanted to see if it was going anywhere before opening it all up."

He shook his head like it would somehow expel the utterly bizarre thought of James Rhodes and Maria Hill dating out of his mind. He was going to have nightmares.

But that didn't matter right now. Pete meeting with Fury? That mattered. He reached up to his glasses. "FRIDAY, give me a location on Fury?" Security footage of Fury and Peter talking just a couple rows from where they were flashed across the glasses' interface and he started forward.

"Tony, you need me to —"

"No. I got it."

"But you're okay?"

"Yeah." He knew what Fury was there for. Why else would he approach a teenage superhero? He was recruiting the kid. Or making it look like he was to pull Tony out of retirement. That was more likely, and there was no way in hell Tony was just going to sit back and let the kid become Fury's personal, powered gopher.

"Hey, is that who it looks like?" Rhodes shouted after him, but Tony didn't stop. If he stopped he'd lose momentum, and it was amazing how well anger steadied his steps forward. He'd explain Howard later.

He wove in and around security, SHIELD agents, and police, any complaints instantly silenced as they recognized him. Even Maria Hill stepped aside, which left him with the bitter suspicion of a man that had been screwed around too many times by people he thought he could trust. "You better not be using him," he growled as he passed, his voice low enough that she was the only one that could hear.

She didn't answer and he didn't give her time to as he blew past, beelining for Fury and Peter who stood off to the side.

Hill must have tipped him off because, despite Tony's approach from his blind side, Fury turned to look at him. "Tony, give us just a moment here-"

"Cut the bullshit, Nick," Tony all but snarled and watched Peter pale where he stood.

"Mr Stark, I can —"

"I already know what's going on."

"He's just stepping up to fill the sizable gap you've left behind," Fury said, his tone easy.

"Drop the act. This was never about bringing him in. I wouldn't give you the time of day so you went for the kid. That's low, Fury."

"I do what him, but I want you too —"

"There it is."

"— and I'm willing to cut a deal with you that should get us both something we want. What do you say, Stark?"

"Mr Stark, I didn't -"

Tony felt his temper flare and he spun on the teen. "You didn't think. I'm well aware you didn't think, and now I'm cleaning it up."

"There's a threat out there," Peter managed, his voice sounding small next to Tony's own angry shout. "I didn't want you to get hurt again."

"That's not your call to make."

"And it's not yours to tell me I can't —"

"It most certainly is my call. You're sixteen. Hell, not even sixteen yet. Go home."

"I saw what that suit did to you out there. If you —"

"Go. Home." Tony willed his tired muscles not to shake, his shoulders squared and his head held high. He wouldn't budge on this one.

Peter looked like he might argue, but clenched his jaw tightly and nodded. His mask snapped back into place and he shot his webbing towards the nearest building and was gone. Tony reaches up to his glasses. "FRIDAY, have Karen make sure he gets there."

"You got it, Boss."

Once he was out of sight - out of immediate danger - the adrenaline rush tapered back, leaving him exhausted. He staggered and Fury's hand shot out to steady him. Tony shoved it away. "Drop the act, Nick. You just used that kid to get to me. Here I am, for all the good it'll do you."

"You always think you know exactly what's gonna happen," Fury chuckled.

"Could be because I keep calling it."

"Yes you do. I meant what I said, Tony. We can both win here. Have a seat before you fall over and let's talk."

                                       _______________________

It had been a long, long day, and the sun was setting by the time Happy had secured the helicopter to fly Pepper, Tony, Morgan, and Howard back out to the Stark cabin. No one spoke on the flight home. Howard watched the scenery fly by and Morgan curled between her parents, head in Pepper's lap and she was sound asleep shortly after they took off. It was Tony that Pepper was really worried about though. He was quiet, moody, and staring at the phone in his hand like he was thinking about calling someone. Who, she didn't know. He hadn't even told her where he'd disappeared to after the attack yet.

They landed and Pepper's immediate goal was to get their five-year-old upstairs and into bed. She hesitated at the distracted look Tony wore, but Howard waved her off, promising to take care of him until she got back downstairs.

Fifteen minutes, an argument over brushing teeth, and a quick bedtime story as a bargaining tool later, Pepper was making her way back down the stairs. Voices met her, soft and tired.

"I lost it on him." Pepper hesitated on the stairs, listening to her husband's strained voice.

"Sounds like he was about to make a deal with the devil with the way you described it," Howard answered.

"He's not…" She heard Tony's soft, mirthless laugh. "Peter just doesn't know what he's getting into with him. He was trying to help, but he doesn't get that him doing that behind my back… all it's going to do is put a target on him."

"So you were protecting him."

"Doesn't matter. I shouldn't have yelled. I always swore I wouldn't do what..."

"What your old man did?" There was a long pause and Pepper heard a chuckle so similar to the one Tony had just given. "You and me both." There was a deep sigh. "For what my opinion is worth, just watching you with Morgan and with the Parker kid these last couple of weeks… Well, you seem to be doing alright. Hell of a lot better than my father every was and, here's hoping, better than yours."

Pepper's lips tugged at the corners and she made her way down the rest of the stairs and into the living room where the two men sat on the couch, Howard with a glass of scotch in his hand and Tony with a mug of tea. "Hey," she greeted softly, pulling their attention around to her.

Tony's expression softened. "Hey, Pep."

"You about ready for bed?"

"Yeah," he managed, the single word sounding as exhausted as he looked. He turned back to Howard. "Thank you… for everything today. For…. everything."

Howard opened his mouth, grinning like he was about to say something flippant, but it immediately faded into what looked like a real smile. "Night, Tony." He glanced back. "Pepper."

"G'night, Howard," she offered and watched her husband stand unsteadily from his place before moving slowly to the stairs. "You okay?"

"Tired," he admitted softly as they made their way upstairs.

"You gonna tell me what happened or do I need to wait until morning?"

Tony paused at the foot of their bed, and his shoulders sagged. "Fury's been trying to recruit Peter."

Of all the things she might have expected, that wasn't one of them. "He's sixteen."

"Next month, yeah."

"He can't do that."

"I put the breaks on it, but there's no stopping Peter when he makes up his mind. Remember the whole thing with the weapons and the boat?"

"Yeah," she breathed, closing the gap between them. Tony hadn't turned and she wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades and steeling herself for the answer to the question she didn't want to ask. "What are you doing about it?"

"Fury doesn't want him, or at least not just him."

"He wants you. Tony… Today proved you can't. He had to have seen it."

"He did. He's not asking me to suit up."

"Then what's he asking you to do?"

His hands found hers and he held on tight. "Bring the Avengers back together. Fund them, equip them. Take a, uh… non-combative role. Guy in the chair is what Peter would call it," he chuckled thinly.

"That's what you were trying to do when you signed the Accords. It didn't work out that way."

"I know."

She squeezed his hands and let go of him long enough to circle around and look him in the eyes. "Did you give Fury your answer?"

"I told him I needed to talk with you."

"Smart man."

"I've been told I have my moments. It bought me some time."

"That's something." She leaned in, her lips brushing his and she felt his hands settle on her hips. "I love you. I'm here if you need to talk it through."

"Pep…"

"It has to be your decision, though. I'll support you whichever way you go."

He squeezed his eyes closed and she thought they looked a little glassy in the dim bedroom light when he reopened them. "I got lucky."

"Boy, didn't you?" she teased, kissing him again. "I'm going to take a shower."

"You want some company?"

"You need to call Peter."

"Pep, it's late."

"Tony, he's a teenager. He's still awake. Don't let him go to sleep thinking you're angry at him." She turned before he could argue again and started into the bedroom. She didn't need to look back to know he was hitting the speed dial.

                                       _______________________

TBC

Notes: Do you ever write a story and manage to kick yourself in your own feels? Yeah.... I've got a thing for strained father-son relationships and breakthrough moments on those. This chapter was a lot of fun to write :D

So, there are going to be some lighter moments mixed in with the next chapter in the form of a movie night. I would love recommendations for what they should all watch. Movies and TV show recommendations welcomed XD

[labelleizzy]

WIP Wednesday!

The Carter/Stark handshake

Thank you for your patience!

This is a bit based on the prompt: Fondue

(and yeah, I made myself sad...)

On the 2nd anniversary of the day Steve went into the ice, Howard shows up at Peggy's house, and says, "Get in the car, Peg." They drive through Manhattan traffic for 40 minutes, crossing through three boroughs. Eventually they pull up in front of a fancy restaurant, and as Howard hands the keys to the valet, Peggy says, "what on Earth is going on, Howard?"

Howard offers her his arm, and says, "I miss him today. And I thought for a minute, I bet Peg's missing him too. And then I remembered how dumb it was that he didn't know what fondue was, and that tonight maybe we could actually have some bread and cheese, and tell stories, and remember him."

When they were talking about Steve, they hardly ever used his name anymore. Because if you said "him" both of them always knew because there was no other "him" that didn't require a referent.

Peggy held her mouth tightly, blinked quickly a few times, and then found part of a smile in a corner of her mouth. She nodded once, and took Howard's arm.

Trailed by memories, they went into the restaurant.

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Marvel Undercover 2019 Masterpost

Hello everyone, Marvel Undercover is officially closed. We’ve had such a nice mix of entires and we want to thank every creator, prompter, reader, beta, and fan for making this first run a success! We are so happy you joined us and we hope to see you next time! 

Now, here are all the entries! 

Fic

Title: Water Landing Author: romanticalgirl Rating: Teen & up Wordcount: 8059 Prompt #: 65 Pairing: Bucky/Steve Warnings: Canon-typical violence, mild animal harm, hospitalization Summary: My dog is the size of a mini horse and forcibly knocked you into the duck pond for that hot dog you were about to take a bite out of.

Bucky’s having a good day. Or he was.

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Title: I dreamt a dream Author: Fluffypanda Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 3,062 Prompt #: 10 Pairing: Steve/Tony Warnings: Sexual Content, Summary: By day Steve Rogers is struggling to get along. He can barely put food on the table, let alone pay for his health care.

By night Steve works at a synth brothel, in the hopes that one day he’ll be able to walk home in a perfect body.

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Title:  Not in My Wildest Dreams Rating: Mature Author: Deb Walsh Word count: 7873 Prompt #: 57 Pairing: Bucky/Steve, Bucky/OMC Warnings: Minor dissociative episode Summary:  Bucky Barnes isn’t the Winter Soldier any longer. In 1991, Howard Stark helped him defect and build a new life for himself. Now he’s a modern guy, enjoying the company of other men, and keeping a secret locked up in his heart.

Steve Rogers is newly thawed out, and shocked to learn that his old friend is still alive.

Then Steve goes to find Bucky, but James thinks this blond hunk is a Cap wannabe, just fine for a night’s pleasure.

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Title: ‘Aw, castle, no,’ Author: StripedScribe Rating: Teen and Up Wordcount: 2307 Prompt #: 7 Met when a bouncy castle deflated on them Pairing: Clint Barton/Matt Murdock Warnings: None Summary: So technically, they should have never been in the bouncy castle at all. But it had been a long night, and the kids were all gone, and so why shouldn’t they use it for a private chat? Who knew they would turn off the power, and that castles deflated so quickly.

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Title: The Art of Handshakes Author: Emmeebee Rating: T Word count: 2268 Pairing: Gen/(Pepper Potts/Tony Stark) Prompt: #126: Peter goes to a high end gala meet as Tony’s intern, accidentally shakes someone’s hand too hard and fractures it. They have to deal with hiding his identity whilst still getting them the medical attention they need. Warnings: Vague reference to past sexual harassment; set pre-Infinity War but incorporates some elements from it Summary: When Tony invites Peter to a high-end gala as part of his mentorship, Peter feels like he’s in over his head. Can he get through it without revealing his secret identity? And what do fancy parties have to do with learning how to be a friendly neighbourhood Spider-man anyway?

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Title: You’re the Wine that I Want Author: WinterRaven Rating: Mature Wordcount: 1,833 Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Prompt #: (self-prompt) Bucky signs up for a sommelier course. Steve is the instructor Warnings: None Summary: Bucky signs up for a sommelier course. Steve is the instructor. At the beginning of the first class, Steve asks everyone to introduce themselves and give the reason they’re taking the introductory wine sommelier course. Bucky realizes he signed up for the wrong sommelier course.

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 Title: Thunderstruck Author: PixelByPixel Rating: Teen Wordcount: 5831 Prompt #: 145 Pairing: Elektra Natchios/Matt Murdock Warnings: No archive warnings apply, mild violence, some swearing Summary: Elektra Natchios isn’t sure who this man is who keeps watching her at the gym or why he’s watching her, but she’s determined to find out.

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Title: It Was A Galactic Emergency Author: gold_pen_leaps Rating: Teen and Up Wordcount: 2,457 Prompt #: 3 Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom Warnings: cannibalistic thoughts Summary: Eddie rolled his eyes. “Whatever. We’ll investigate a conspiracy, if that makes you happy. I just want my bike back.”

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Title: Through Your Eyes Author: titC Rating: Teen and up Wordcount: 19k Prompt #: 114 Pairing: Matt Murdock/Steve Rogers Warnings: angst, whump, fluff, hurt/comfort, a couple F-bombs, mild medical unpleasantness Summary: Steve gets an apartment in Hell’s Kitchen…

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Title: Cat Burglar Author: FestiveFerret Rating: Teen and up Wordcount: 9.9k Prompt #: 4 Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Warnings: Temporarily injured cat, Swearing Summary: Bucky’s pretty sure this is not what his therapist had in mind when she said having something to care for would help him heal.

Mouse is pretty sure that having two people feeding her is better than one.

And Steve is pretty sure that it’s his civic duty to rescue a poor, hungry stray.

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Title: Breaking and Entering (Your Heart) Author: muchmoremajestic Rating: T Wordcount: 2125 Prompt #: 119 Pairing: Natasha Romanov/Sharon Carter Warnings: Mild violence, blood and injury, knives, stabbing Summary: Natasha forgets a mission packet in Steve's apartment. Her attempt to retrieve it doesn't go as expected. Additional Tags: Pre-Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Minor Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson; Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

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Title: is that pepper spray in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? Author: kiwigirl Rating: T Word count: 3000 Prompt #: 90 Pairing: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov Warnings: No warnings apply Summary: She’s pretending to be a model. He’s pretending to be a clueless tourist. There’s no way this could go wrong.

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Title: I fell in love in a toilet stall; the Brock Rumlow story Author: Kalika_999 Rating: Mature Wordcount: 1894 Prompt #: 6 - Met when one accidentally entered the bathroom/stall the other was using Pairing: Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow Warnings:  First Meetings, Hiding, Bathrooms, Flirting, Blow Jobs Summary: Brock’s only escape from his bad date is the men’s bathroom.

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 Title: First Contact Author: PixelByPixel Rating: T Wordcount: 12,537 Prompt #: 127 Pairing: Gen, Peter Parker, Shuri, Matt Murdock Warnings: Mild swearing, mild peril, canon-typical violence Summary: Neither Peter Parker nor Shuri is entirely sure that they want to be participating in the summer science program at Columbia University. Despite the fact that the expo where they will share their projects is approaching, Peter is more interested in the stranger he keeps seeing outside a lab, and the odd substance that is left behind after the stranger leaves. He’s also trying to figure out whether or not he should go to college, and hopes to get advice from a friendly neighborhood vigilante. Meanwhile, Shuri is glad for a break from her work in Oakland, even though a supervised science program isn’t necessarily what she would have chosen.

Who is the stranger in the lab? Will Peter and Shuri finish their projects? What’s that dog doing there, anyway? Who’s the guy on the roof? Tune in for the answers to these and other questions!

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Title: Not the Best First Impression Author: Entwinedlove Rating: Teen Wordcount: 1,115 Prompt #: 13 Pairing: Rebecca Barnes/Steve Rogers/Peggy Carter Warnings: No Archive Warnings, Meet-Ugly Summary: Bucky knew his food stained shirt and faded boxers probably didn't make the best impression. He didn't hold it against him if Steve didn't want to shake hands.

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Title:  Party Trick Author: storyspinner70 Rating: M Wordcount: 1226 Prompt #: #23 Pairing: Thor/Loki Warnings: AU, Lapdance, Adoptive Brothers Summary: Thor’s best friend had just gotten engaged and decided to buy everyone else a lap dance to celebrate. What could possibly go wrong?

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Title: Think Before You Act, Except Just This Once Author: Nixie_DeAngel Rating: General Audiences. Wordcount: 1.251. Prompt #: 42. Pairing:Steve Rogers/Tony Stark. Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary:

Okay, Tony thinks to himself as he eyes the big buff blond guy –seriously, did all of Rhodey’s buddies look like walking Adonis’s or did he just have an in with the guy who chiseled them out of stone?– who’s ranting and waving his hands about, this might not have been his most brilliant idea. Maybe he should have tried sleeping on the idea, like Pepper and Bruce would have suggested he do had he bothered informing either of them of his brilliant and hilarious idea.

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Title: Selfish Prayers Author: barbarystags Rating: Teen Wordcount: 2730 Prompt #: 82 Pairing: Valkyrie/Carol Danvers Warnings: Canon typical violence Summary: Vers isn’t expecting much when Yon-Rogg tells her she must work with the lead Valkyrior on a murder investigation. What she learns will change her perception for the rest of her days.

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Title: Taking a Dive Author: NachoDiablo Rating: T Wordcount: 1K Prompt #: 133 Pairing: Sam/Steve Warnings: Discussions of drowning, falling into water Summary:

This was it. This time, Steve would slow down and strike up a conversation with the cute-as-hell stranger he’d been lapping all morning.

Every time he made his way to cutie’s side, he’d lost the nerve to slow down. Instead, he’d breezed on by, calling out a quick on your left right before he passed.

Cutie had been a good sport about Steve’s cheerful goading so far, but every man had his limits, no matter how tight Steve’s shirt was.

And Steve’s shirt was tight.

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Title: though we're strangers, take a chance on me

Author: marvellingyou (tourmalinex)

Rating: T

Wordcount: 2209

Prompt #: 53

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Warnings: None

Summary: Kids and teens were running about, splashing around in the shallow parts of the water. Bucky took in a deep breath, savoring the gentle breeze. But as he turned around, taking in the sight of the beach and the boardwalk, a smile caught his eye. Atop the lifeguard chair sat a paragon of masculine beauty. Blonde hair, crisp blue eyes and oh god, the way they crinkled as he smiled. His shoulders were broad, chest chiseled and arms that could either protect or hold Bucky down when—

Bucky shook his head. He was being ridiculous, but his heart wouldn’t stop pounding.

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ArtTitle: Meow!

Artist: Rhiannon McBride Rating: G Medium: digital collage Prompt #: 4 Pairing: Gen Warnings: none

Summary: After the cat you’ve adopted starts coming back with different collars on, you become suspicious. You follow them, and verbally attack the person you believe is stealing them. They admit they thought they were a stray, and so tried to take them in as their own. Maybe a poly relationship, cat could visit multiple people and they all slowly end up meeting each other, not ever really sure who owns this cat.

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 Title: 01000100 01110101 01101101 01101101 01111001 00100000 01001001 01110011 00100000 01010011 01101111 01110010 01110010 01111001 Artist: CurlzForMetal Rating: General Medium: Digital Prompt #: 148 Pairing: Peter and Tony (Gen) Warnings: Robots Summary: “Mr. Stark, it’s fine! I have a spare lens in my bag, you really don’t have to … a dunce cap? Isn’t that a little harsh?”

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[lvkswrites-blog]

Suckerpunch

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: language.

Summary: Reader becomes Steve Rogers mentee.

Foreword: The setting would be pre-CW and I think it fits the scene because this is the time Tony Stark and Peter would meet. Basically, I want to create a Steve Rogers who also have a mentee of sort.

P.S Let me know if you guys like this.

(x)

Third person point of view

The day Y/N found out that she does not want to live a life like everyone else is the day she punched a guy in the cafeteria. The guy looks pretty pissed while laying on the floor. Who wouldn't right? He didn't thought that a girl, a lower year even, could send him to total humiliation. Kids of different years cheered on, hoisting emotions from the two hot heads. Y/N, was about to jump towards the guy and give him another strong punch but her jab was caught by the gym instructor.

"Detention, Y/F/N!"

Every kids who encircled them cram and push one another back to their lunch table. A furious Y/N stood still infront of the instructor and the kid. Deep inside she was muttering things she could've done to the guy, who apparently thought making fun of her friend was nice, if only she was fast enough.

She explained everything to the principal and it made her feel hopeless. The guy would still be abstained, he looked like the lesser evil in this one. Y/N had been to detention more than the kid so she knows that it'll be listed on her record.

A guy brought in a tv and she was again infront of a talking Captain America. That moment, in a detention chair, a not-very-brilliant-self-reflection dawned to her. She did not wasted any moment and grabbed her backpack. She swore that she'll never go back again in the "stupid hell of a place".

Y/N is a person of misfortunes. Her dad died in a mission in Benghazi and her mom died from drug overdose at a young age, taken in by a problematic foster parents, and has identity vs. role confusion. But she was certain that she have a feeling inside her that she can't ignore.

The bus ride is short but enough to drown her with thoughts. Y/N plugged in her headphones and hugged herself.

At an old and rusty steel door, She stood. Her hoodie covering her and her backpack hang off over one shoulder. She knocked and waited for reply, when no one answered. She tried to slide the steel door. It didn't budged. So she tried another way, she went to the alley and search for an entrance. She stopped at her tracks when she found it. Apparently, behind a stink garbage can. "Blehk, eew." With one push she successfully pushed it.

A pick lock is all it takes.

"Now that's more like it."

-----

Steve knows that the owner would be there at the gym he would always go to, but he did not know that there would be someone else aside from him.

Grunts after grunts. Breathy exhales. Beat of trainers hitting the floor. The room felt almost motivational to start his usual workout. He must be careful tho, he do not want attention.

"You are here early? How did you get in?", a voice startled Steve. Steve spun and saw the gym owner.

"I just got here and I- I thought you opened this?"

"I did not." The owner replied. They both shared a look and found a girl in a corner lost in trance while lifting.

Steve approached the girl in a manner that will not scare her. He was gentle even, slowly squeezing information out of the girl. However Y/N can really act well. She said that "I thought it's open, I mean, the lights are on and the door is open so." Steve bought that and talked again to the owner that if anything is missing it might be a break in, if it's not then he must not worry much. The owner trust Steve so he let it be.

A sly smile formed in Y/N lips.

Steve went on his usual routine and let the spirit and sweat fuel him. Like any other fitness junkie, once you start feeling your body fire up it's addicting. He did not realized that per punch he release to the bag, it gets harder. The bag broke from it's chain and it made a loud "thump" as it fell.

*clap clap*

"Captain America," Y/N said while stepping forward. "I thought I might see you here."

Is she a spy? She sound odd. Things came into Steve's head like a computer wiring data.

"You're like a kid on a math test when you think y'know."

"Well, who are you?"

"-I'm just a kid from Brooklyn," Y/N sticked her hand out for a handshake. Steve's eyes trailed the hand infront of him and she waited... She waited until Steve decided to shake her hand. "Steve."

That is when her life officially changed. Y/N and Steve would always meet in the gym and train. They both share this understanding, like telepathy, that shaping up does not just make you feel better but help your head think straight. Days after days of sharing details and small talks. Steve watched her in a distance. Steve learned that she had been struggling with parents, and she have a dream becoming a soldier, and she wants to push her limits.

Steve did not saw a girl trying to impress him. He saw fire in her eyes, powerful motivation, a desire to have a purpose. He saw himself in her. Suddenly, he was back again in 40's. Trying so hard, application after application. He remember... everything.

"Hey, kid. Place is about to close." Steve called, making her pause the treadmill. He gave her time to catch her breath before he dropped the question, "You don't mind chinese takeaways for dinner, don't you?".

Sharon Carter is an agent working for Nick Fury. Lately, she had been assigned to look over Steve Rogers. Steve know and met Sharon knowing she was a friendly neighbor.

Steve and Y/N passed by infront of Sharon's door just in time when she opened it from the inside. Steve acknowledged her with usual greeting. Y/N hung her head as low as possible. Sharon's gaze turned from Steve to Y/N.

Steve racked his brain for an excuse and the best lie he come up with was, "She's my dishwasher." Both Sharon and Y/N's expression is an evident i-knew-it face. They both know Steve is bad at lying. To keep Sharon's act viable, Sharon agreed and excused herself to do the laundry.

Sharon head to the stairs and the two head towards Steve's flat. "You are such a dick, Rogers." Sharon heard. "-language!" Steve warned.

Nick Fury was at his office that time when he received a call from agent Carter. "Agent Carter... What?... Did you manage to take a photo?... Okay I can work that out... Okay... She's a hostile, for now. I'll pay Steve a visit as soon as I can." Nick Fury ended the call with an odd feeling. He tried not to think much about it and truth to be told, he felt that Steve was just trying to catch up in times. After all chivalry is dead, Fury thought.

Nick did paid a visit to Steve's place. He made it really a not-so sneaky one. He was welcomed by a supersoldier pinning him up against the brick wall. "What are you doing here?" Steve whisper-yelled. Nick did not answered and directed his eyes towards the sleeping body in a matress.

Steve released him and said, "Let's not talk here."

"Really? Here?" Fury said in dismay. Steve shrugged. "I ran out of eggs." Fury stopped him by the arms and said, "I told you I'll keep an eye on you."

"-I noticed." Steve retorted and pulled his arm.

"For fuck's sake. If you want a dog, I'll get you one." Fury said and he's furrious. "Rogers. That's a fucking 16 year old, a girl even, and you think- You think you can have someone following you around and listening to your orders-"

"-You don't understand." Steve growled.

"Then make me. Explain it to me..."

"Okay fine. If she fail, she leave. If she pass, she'll stay."

Y/N woke up that day with the sound of clammoring plates amd smell of cooking. She felt a bit concious.

"You don't have to make me breakfast, old man." Steve chuckled at her remark. "Goodmorning, to you too." Both fell silent after that. Both are not used to sharing meals with a person in an intimate space. Y/N chuckled and ate her food in silence.

Steve then explained everything. About fury. About the test. Y/N was not shocked but Steve is. Y/N grabbed her backpack and pulled out her dad's dog tag. Apparently, the dog tag has a shield logo in it. It glistened as the sun light beemed on it.

"I've been low-key researching about S.H.I.E.L.D, I- kinda expected this to happen."

Time skip and a series of extreme running and combat training with Steve. Y/N is ready to face Nick Fury for a test. Although it did not started in a controlled environment, it happened in a laundromat.

Y/N and Sharon are both waiting for their laundry to finish. Y/N started small talks like how's life, what she do, where she came from. "So, you said you're a nurse?"

"Yes," Sharon replied with a smile. That day, Sharon is really in need of laundry service. She have to wash her uniform.

"Do you work during the days?" It's starting to bother Sharon. Personally, she likes her job but when interrogations happen it annoys her.

"Mostly. Life as a nurse is unpredictable, it can change any moment.", Y/N seemed pleased with her response.

Y/N laundry stopped and she started fixing it like any people would. She tried to supress the adrenaline. She breathed in and out in a disciplined manner. She knows that S.H.I.E.L.D trained its agents well that even breathing pattern could be a sign of distress.

She then headed for the door with her laundry, instead of stepping out. She flipped the 'open' sign and slowly locked the door.

"Y/N," Sharon called. "You dropped these." Sharon did not expected the attack. While she was distracted, Y/N grabbed the opportunity to lock Sharon between her arms. Sharon pushed their weights and Y/N hit her back on the laundry machine.

The two started making a mess machine after machine and no one is near from surrendering.

"Why. are you spying on. Steve." Y/N said between attacks. Sharon kept on dodging. She was told that Y/N is a hostile and no harm. Sharon was just dodging every attack Y/N did.

Sharon is lost in her own thoughts while dodging a furious Y/N. Sharon did not expected that Y/N could have much precision and powerful punches. Sharon did not fully understood Y/N mentioned something about Rogers and protection.

Steve and Sharon only shared glances and small talks in the duration of her mission. However, long before she met him she already heard stories from Peggy about a man he worked with. Needless to say, Sharon grew feelings for Steve. Something about Y/N overprotevtiveness aura made her snap. "It's my job, not yours." Sharon thought to her self repeatedly but she kept silent. She then became as assertive as Y/N.

The change of Sharon's body language made Y/N know it's beyond what she wanted to know. Her lunges and attacks felt personal.

"Finally," Y/N announced. They both stared at each others eyes before they started going for one another.

Y/N showed and applied what he learned from Steve, but Sharon showed that she is knowledgeable of MMA moves and aside from personal affairs it became a show-me-what-you-can-do.

Sharon is experienced in combats and her expertise in this really showed. Y/N's arm was about to be locked behind her arm but Y/N grew up catfighting in alleys and she is a nasty and outlaw contender.

Just in time before both girls kill each other, Nick Fury arrived.

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Steve and Y/N sat infront of each other silently. No one is trying to make a conversation. Both are tensed to what Fury will say.

From Y/N vision she could see a red haired woman walking towards them. Y/N's excitement tingled as she realized it's Natasha Romanoff. Media created an image that Natasha is a hot and skilled spy who once been in numerous deadly mission. She's Y/N idol. Now she sit there with a freshly bruised face with a stern don't-touch-me Steve Rogers.

Natasha introduced herself and she announced her presence was by Fury's order. Natasha casually joked about bruising Agent Carter's face for her.

Steve looked at Natasha and then at Y/N. He knew that moment that he made a right choice to take her in.

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Natasha stirred her coffee as Y/N teared her pack of coffee. "How'd you know that Agent Carter is spying on you?" Natasha asked.

"She keeps on glancing on Steve?" It sounded like a question.

"That's assumption."

"Actually, for a nurse, she looks pretty. I mean if she's being an undercover nurse she should-"

"Are you saying that nurses are ugly?" Natasha wheezed.

"No!" Y/N defended. "I mean, okay, whenever I saw her wearing scrubs I try to smell her. She doesn't smell like antiseptic or hospital scent that usually haunted me. I did not said it at first because you might think I'm a creep."

"Creep." Natasha joked.

[prettyyoungtragedy]

“Controlled and Calculated” (1)

“That’s not exactly a good coping method.” - Prompt w/ Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky Barnes, always controlled, always stoic, always calculated. He’s an attorney and a damn good one at that. Until his new courthouse dance partner is the most sure footed, infuriating woman he has ever come across.

A/N: This is an AU drabble (I use the term loosely here) series for @mydragulesebastian  2.5k challenge Congrats Babe!. It’s not great, I tried I promise. It’s a lot of angst and drama and! Drop me some feedback if you want, :) I love hearing from you guys! and of course who would I be if I didn’t write at least one angst AU fic every couple months?!

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

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The infernal clicking of her pen in her hand is driving him insane. He wants to reach over, grab the pen from her hand and throw it out the goddamn window.

Click. Click. Click.  

His gaze flits over to where she sat, opposite him, arm resting on the large glass rectangular table, leaning back in the leatherback conference room chair, an almost smug look on her face as she listened to one of the Partners of the firm talk.

Click. Click. Click.

Bucky takes a deep breath, trying to control his frustrations. He is trying to pay attention to what is being said but all he can focus on is that damned clicking.

Click. Click. Click.

Why won’t she stop clicking that fucking pen!, He thought frustratedly to himself. He looks back at his boss standing at the end of the conference table, Peggy Carter, a formidable force of nature. An absolute shark in the courtroom, of course she was, with the leading Law Firm in New York city, why wouldn't she be.

“Isn’t that right Bucky?” Peggy’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts, she’s looking directly at him. Her eyebrows raised, prompting him to speak.

Shit, he wasn’t paying attention. Bucky clears his throat, and opens his mouth to speak but is suddenly cut off by the new girl. Who looks directly at him, a smirk on her face.

“I don’t mind taking point with Bucky on this.” She said, her voice velvety smooth and sultry. “That is, if he is okay with it.” She added, tossing her hair over her shoulder. That tight white blouse she’s wearing is intensely distracting all of a sudden.

Then she begins that fucking clicking of her pen again and Bucky’s gaze met hers. He wants to throw himself out the window at this point.

“I don’t need help on the case, sorry newbie and its James.” Bucky said, his voice assured and commanding correcting her. Only his friends were allowed to call him Bucky. Everyone at the table tensed when he responded. Bucky had been one of the senior partners at the law firm for a year now and no one stepped on his toes. He got his shit done, and didn’t as anyone for help ever.

Bucky never lost a case.

Peggy cleared her throat, “Well seeing as she’s your new partner, I think it will be good for the two of you to work this case together.” Peggy stated, giving Bucky a look that meant don’t argue with her. He had known her all his life and knew better than to talk back when Peggy gave him that stare.

He had multiple questions run through his mind at that very moment, His new partner? What the hell did that mean? Why didn’t Peggy inform him and why was he getting a partner, he had never had not. Not in the 8 years of working here.

“Not a chance” Was all he responded, steeling his expression back to a scowl that everyone was used to seeing him with.

“And why not?” She actually challenged him, openly in front of everyone. A senior partner at the firm, was being challenged in a meeting by a newbie. Bucky raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head.

“Because I don’t need your help. I have this one in the bag already.” Bucky retorted, a little arrogantly.

This caused her to snort at his response. Bucky was highly amused by her attitude. Who the hell did she think she was.

“We will discuss it later.” Peggy sighed, cutting in before the argument got heated. Already knowing what a fight this was going to be, hence why she never told him about this little arrangement.

The woman whose name he hadn’t bothered to learn yet, sat back in her chair. Smugly swinging in at as she looked at him. A smirk on her face. A pretty face, even though it annoyed him.

Then there it was again, that fucking clicking of her pen.

Click. Click. Click.

That sound absolutely grated his nerves. So much so, that as Peggy continued with the rest of the briefing on the case, Bucky couldn’t drown out the sound that her pen was making. He had actually never been more infuriated by a pen before in his entire existence.

And the second the briefing was over, Bucky pushed himself out of his chair, grabbed his briefcase and marched out of the conference room. Eager to get away from that woman and her annoying fucking pen.

Everyone stared after him, and Peggy sighed. Bucky always was a difficult one, but he won cases. So she kept him happy. This new spanner in the works was definitely going to be tumultuous but she’d have to make it work.

“Good luck in there.” Peggy said, turning to the girl who had been sassing Bucky and giving her a look and an assured nod.

There was just a smirk of confidence in response.

“What an arrogant fucking bastard!” You muttered to yourself as you hit the button to the elevator. In your arms is the multiple case files Peggy Carter your new boss had handed to you before you left the conference room.

It was day one at the new law firm, you had moved from up from Baltimore to the New York. On recommendation from your old boss to Peggy Carter’s firm. She had seen your work, and was thoroughly impressed with your track records assuring you she had just the place for you in her firm.

The way she spoke about James Buchanan Barnes, you were expecting a charming, friendly man. Not the grumpy, arrogant asshole that sat before you in that conference room.

How were you going to work with a man who wouldn’t even acknowledge your presence in a room. And he never bothered to introduce himself when Peggy said you were his new partner.

“Arrogant prick.” You muttered once more to yourself as you stepped into the elevator, moving to stand all the way at the back and lean on the mirrored wall of it. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. You needed a drink and it wasn’t even 11AM yet.

Just as the elevator doors were closing, a hand obstructed them from closing and a handsome blonde stepped in. You opened your eyes and looked him over.  He wore a perfectly tailored suit, and had a dashing smile on his face. He was at least 6ft3.  

“Hello.” He said in a deep voice, a wide smile on his handsome face.

“Hi.” You replied, unable to keep from smiling back.

“I haven’t seen you around before.” he said, “You new here?”

You nodded, “My first day.”

“Ahh well, welcome to Carter and Stark Attorneys” He said, “I’m Thor.” He offered his hand out in a handshake.

“Thor as is the mythical norse god of thunder Thor?” You couldn't help but laugh as you shook his large hand

Thor winced and scratched the back of his neck, sort of blushing. “Yes, don’t ask, my parents were weird.” He chuckled.

“I don’t judge.” You laughed, introducing yourself to him.

“So, how do you like it here so far?” Thor asked, reaching his hands out and taking the many files from your hands. You let him, as the sudden gesture surprised you.

“Well my first case and I think my partner already hates me.” You sighed, “He seems an ass though.”

Thor chuckled, as the elevator dinged on the floor you were heading to. Both of you stepped out and you turned to him. “Who's your partner?” Thor asked.

“It would be that asshead.” You sighed as your gaze spotted Bucky Barnes walking towards the elevator, looking at a case file in his hands. You hadn’t noticed how immaculately he was dressed in a dark navy suit, a crisp white shirt and a striped tie. When he wasn’t sitting opposite you looking like an arrogant ass. Bucky’s features were soft and ridiculously handsome.

Bucky looks up from the files in his hands as he reaches the elevator, his gaze sweeping over you for only a second before he turned to Thor. “What took you so long?” He snapped at Thor,

The tall blonde just shook his head and rolled his eyes, “Geez Barnes, relax. I’m here now, let’s go.”

Bucky shook his head in irritation and then began to walk away, Thor threw you a handsome smile “Nice meeting you” He said, handing you back your casefiles “Oh and good luck with…” He motioned a thumb towards Bucky whose back was turned towards the two of you. Then he followed Bucky into a nearby conference room.

You sighed, and looked around the office. Crisply decorated with, beige tones, glass desks, and green potted plants. It was gorgeous, you loved it but you still sighed.

This was your life now, you might as well strap the fuck in and tackle it head on. And oh boy were you in for a ride.

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First Encounters ;

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Character/Pairings ; Peter Parker x Reader, Reader x father! T’challa Style; Drabble

Word Count; 941

Summary; Reader is T’challa’s daughter who has been raised by Peggy Carter until she passed away. Reader then moves with her father in turn meeting Spiderman.

Warning; Nothing but fluff <3

A/N; So I couldn’t really fit the reader being T’challa’s biological daughter, so I made her his adopted daughter.

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 Living your life in England was a chance of a lifetime. You are all probably thinking why is that?

Well, since the moment I was adopted by the future of Wakanda at the mere age of 6, he thought it was best to give me a chance of a normal life. Since the age of 8, you were given to the marvelous Peggy Carter, who raised you as her own, that is until she was gone from this world.

 Now at the age of 14, you knew it was time to go back to Wakanda, the place of your birth. You were seated at a terminal with the few belongings that you had left, and proceeded to board to New York.

The last couple of days you have been in communication with a man named Tony Stark. The man who knew your father well. He had taken care of everything, from the plane ticket – to the car that would take you some sort of headquarters.

 You knew about Black Panther, protector of Wakanda. But to you, Black Panther is your father. You couldn’t wait to be in his arms, of course you missed him dearly.

“Passengers from flight 56 to New York, are now boarding. Please make a line with your boarding ticket ready”, you overheard in the PA system.

It was time.

The flight felt like it lasted a century, “Buckle up. Fold the food trays and get ready for your arrival to New York City. The current temperature is 50 degrees Celsius, with a slight fog. The current local time is 1:30 pm”.

After the whole ordeal to get into the airport itself, it was time to make your way to the Avengers headquarters.

You were walking towards the entrance, where you noticed a man holding up a sign that had your name written down on it.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N)(Y/L/N)”, you greeted the man.

He smiled,” Good afternoon Miss (Y/L/N), I’m Happy, Mr. Stark sent me to pick you up”.

You nodded, as he grabbed your bags and walked you over to a awaiting limo.

You were starting to like New York a little better.

 The drive to Avengers headquarters took about forty minutes. You were anxious, nervous, but slightly excited.

It’s been about a year since you’ve seen your father. Of course, he would visit here and there but it wasn’t the same.

The passenger side door opened and you were greeted by Mr. Stark himself.

“Welcome kid, to Avengers Headquarters”, he exclaimed.

You were led inside and couldn’t help but marvel at the buildings’ structure. It was grand.

Tony opened a room that held a desk and some chairs, “Wait here, I’ll bring your guest shortly”.

He beckoned you to sit down – and once you did, he quickly ran out of the room.

“Pull yourself together (Y/N)”, you told yourself.

About five minutes later the room opened and in walked T’challa.

You sprinted into his awaiting arms and relished the welcome.

“How’s my girl?”, he spoke marveling on how much you’ve grown.

You smiled, “I’ve been great, but I’m better now”, you said continuing to hug him.

He moved you both to the chairs that lined the desk, as you both got caught up with everything.

Suddenly, the door was flung open.

“Mr. Star-“

Your vision averted to the door and noticed a very flustered and embarrassed young man.

He looked at 16, with a medium build, brown eyes that matched his hair.

“You are not Mr.Star…Stark”, he rambled clearly nervous.

Just behind him, Tony emerged.

“I see you’ve met the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man”, he ruffled the boys’ hair.

You couldn’t help but not look at him, he was mesmerizing.

What you couldn’t see was your father looking at you and back at Spider-Man.

Tony pushed the young boy closer, egging him to introduce himself.

He stood in front of your father, “Hello sir, I’m Peter Parker”.

Your father stood up and shock Peter’s hand, “Nice to meet you, I’m T’challa and this is my daughter (Y/N)”.

Peter locked eyes with you and proceeded to say hello to you.

“Nice to me-meet you”, he stuttered making Tony chuckle behind him.

You smiled and grabbed his awaiting handshake, “Nice to meet you too Peter”, you giggled.

T’challa spoke instantly, “Now that we have all meet, I think it’s time we head back to Wakanda, don’t you think sweetie”, he asked you.

You were still shaking hands with so called Peter to even understand the question.

“Ye…. Yeah. Sure Wisconsin”, you dazedly stated.

Tony butted in as he slightly caught Peter’s attention, “Let’s go kid, no more kissy eyes”.

T’challa slightly grabbed your shoulders and maneuvered you towards the awaiting transportation, but in the walk to the ship he couldn’t help but bug you.

“Are you alright young one”, he asked bumping your shoulder.

You nodded.

“It’s seemed back there as if you lost something in those young man’s eyes”, he laughed making you roll your eyes.

He wasn’t going to let that one go, and somehow you hoped you would be seeing more of Spider-Man in the near future.

But without your father being in the same room.

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Thoughts.

Comments.

Requests are open for the moment.

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[a-walk-in-silence]

We Can Be Beautiful (Pt. 5)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.3k

Summary: Heathers AU. You were used to the quiet life in Sherwood, Ohio. Albeit, you were bullied, but it was nothing compared to the shit storm that was about to happen when one boy showed up with an air of mystery around him.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of date rape (n o t h i n g happens, I promise), underage drinking, implications of sexual activities (again, n o t h i n g happened), name calling, bullying, homophobia, manipulation, character death, gun-related violence, self flagellation

Prompt: “You’re the one I choose”

A/N: And here is Part 5 of WCBB! Woohoo! Halfway point! Yes! This is for @gab-spidey‘s 2k writing challenge! Honestly, I just wanna thank everyone for coming along for this ride and, again, thank you all so much! Here’s to the next few parts getting finished eventually! Once again, I’m reblogging suicide hotlines after this goes up. If you guys ever need to talk about something, my inbox and messages are open to the public and I will gladly talk to anyone who needs a shoulder to lean on. Thanks for reading! Also, just as a PS, the warnings are getting longer and longer and, hopefully, they’ll chill out for a bit in the next part (one can hope).

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Key:

Y/N - Your Name

L/N - Last Name

Y/N/N - Your Nickname

Italics - Writing in Your Diary

Bold Italics - Speech of Deceased

Song Inspiration(s):

Blue - Heathers Cast Recording

Blue (Reprise) - Heathers Cast Show Clip (turn up the volume on this one, it’s a clip recording and not the best audio wise but the song is important)

Our Love Is God - Heathers Cast Recording

You fingers silently drummed across your knee as you sat between people sobbing uncontrollably into their handkerchiefs. Try as you might, you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at the open casket sitting at the front of the room, which, inside, contained the dead body of Natasha Romanoff. You couldn’t quite kick away the nagging voice in the back of your head, telling you that this was all your fault. And yeah, okay, it was.

You did kill her, after all.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the service came to an end. You quickly jumped to your feet and left the building, being one of the first to leave. However, unbeknownst to you, Peter had followed right behind you and grabbed your arm before you could get far.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, pulling your body towards him. You glanced up at him, trying to not lose your shit while standing in the middle of the small grass area in front of the church. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen in since school let out on Friday.” He brushed a piece of your hair that had fallen out of place behind your ear. “Everything good?”

“Yeah, of course,” you replied, offering him the best smile you could muster at the moment. “It’s just been weird, ya know? My parents have been hovering over me for the past week over the whole suicide thing.” You got onto your tiptoes and pressed a firm kiss into his lips. “I promise I haven’t been avoiding you. Just dealing with issues with Nat’s death, ya know?”

He opened his mouth to talk when a voice interrupted you. “Y/N!” your mother called, coming to your side. “Darling, how are you doing?”

“Hey, ‘Mora, come on. The girl just lost her best friend. I’m sure she’s doing great,” said your father, a sarcastic tone taking over, before smiling. “Say, who’s the fella?”

You shifted awkwardly on your feet before offering them a smile. “Mom, Dad, this is Peter Parker. He’s-”

“We’re kind of dating at the moment,” Peter said over you, quickly cutting you off before you could register what he even said. “It’s a little early on but it’s nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. L/N.” He held out a hand to the two of them, maintaining the worlds most purest smile.

Your mother raised an eyebrow at the both of you before cautiously taking his hand in a handshake. “Well, I’m Y/N’s mother.”

Your dad, meanwhile, gave the worlds most toothiest grin before grabbing Peter’s hand. “You’re a Peter? I’m a Peter! That’s really interesting that my daughter would go after a Peter, don’t ya think so, ‘Mora?”

“Peter Jason,” your mother said, clearly exasperated. “We’ll just head out, leave you two to... talk. I hope you can join us for dinner one night, Mr. Parker.”

With that, your parents left, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. With that, Peter turned towards you and offered his arm. “Come on, let’s ditch this place and go to my house. We can watch some TV, maybe unwind a little. Afterwards, I can take you home. I’m sure you need a moment to think.”

You gave him a thoughtful smile before grabbing his arm, wrapping it around your shoulders firmly. “Sounds good to me, anything to get me away from my parents for a little while.”

He chuckled softly. “Ya, they sound a little overbearing. And you dad is... very eccentric.”

“Mmm... That’s Peter Jason L/N for you,” you replied. “He’s always been a big joker and doing things just to confuse everyone around him. Recently, he picked up reading spy novels even though he hates him. He finds it funny. As for my mom, she had a rough childhood, so I suppose it’s understandable why she’s overbearing. Terrible stepdad and all that.”

Peter gave you a confused look, his eyebrow raised in question. “What happened with your mom’s side of the family?”

You sighed, leaning into his side as the two of you walked over to where Peter’s motorcycle was parked. “Her dad passed away while she was really young. Murder, never solved. Then her stepdad showed up, married her mom. And then she died a month later. My mom was left in his care with a crap ton of step-siblings, like my Aunt Neb. They all fought for his attention. She never really explained much outside of the sibling rivalry.” You shrugged nonchalantly. “Nobody’s life is ever perfect, and my mom’s is definitely not an exception.”

Peter plopped down onto his couch and you joined him, curled up into his side. He smiled down at you sweetly, wrapping an arm around you securely. “What should we do, darling?”

“Mmmm.... There’s always television. Maybe we can count how many news channels Sharon Carter went to, crying about Nat.” The two of you laughed for a moment, peaceful in your domesticated bliss.

Finally, Peter grabbed the TV remote and turned on the small box that sat in front of the couch. The two of you flipped idly through several channels, tallying how many were talking about Nat compared to how many had a sobbing Sharon.

Apparently, Sharon Carter had made it to no less than 10 news stations, one of which was a Spanish broadcasting station, where the only discernible words being Nat’s name and Corn Nuts.

“Alright, alright. Turn it off,” you laughed, pulling the remote from his hands. He pouted at you, acting wounded that you would ruin his fun, but didn’t fight you when you turned off the TV. “God, she has no shame,” you said, shaking your head in utter disbelief. 

“Hey dad, just got back from Nat’s funeral and I brought home my girl,” said the voice of Tony Stark, walking over to the two of you as you lounged on the couch. You quickly sat up, trying to hide the fact that you were clearly flustered to see him once again.

“Didn’t hear you come in, son,” Peter stated, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back into his side despite your obvious discomfort.

His dad only chuckled to himself. “Yeah, sorry about that, pa. How was work today?” He took only a beat of pause before going into a rant about his work. “I was working on a new invention today when some of those damn protesters showed up, complaining about how my weapons and such are not ‘environmentally friendly’. Those damn hippies act so damn entitled sometimes, it’s infuriating. This isn’t the damn 60′s anymore!”

“You mean those old broads that camped outside of the house last week?” Peter questioned, clearly not happy with the “old broads”.

“The same.” Tony snorted before sitting down on the arm of the couch, throwing a look in your direction. “Say dad, can my girl stay over for dinner tonight? I’m sure she’d have fun.” Both of them turned their attention towards you, waiting for your answer.

“O-Oh,” you said, trying to fill the silence. “My mom’s already got dinner plans. She’s, uh... making my favorite meal. Ya know, spaghetti. Lots of oregano. Tastes great.”

You wanted to slap yourself. Why did you make up such a stupid lie? Sure, okay, Peter and his dad had a weird bond with one another. And boy would it make life awkward. But you definitely didn’t have to lie like this.

Peter gave you a semi-forced smile, pulling you into his arms. “Really? That’s your favorite dinner? Remind me to make it for you one night. Sounds like something mom would have enjoyed, but last time I saw her, she was waving out a window in the lab from Texas. Isn’t that right, Dad?”

Tony gave Peter the worst look possible, mixed between a glare and a smile, and the look nearly made your heart stop. Several seconds of tense silence passed before Tony responded. “Right.”

“I-I should go.” Your interruption turned both of their gazes towards you. “My parents are probably worried sick and all so... ya know. I should head home.”

“No, of course. I’ll drive you home.” Peter hopped up off the couch and held a hand out to you. “I’ll be home whenever, dad.”

Tony only grunted in response. As Peter dragged you away, you couldn’t help the thought from creeping into your head. If you ever married this boy, you would most certainly not let his father talk at your wedding.

“Y/N! Phone for you!” your mother called from downstairs. You groaned, sitting up, not realizing that you had passed out shortly after Peter brought you home. You grumbled incoherently as you made your way downstairs to answer the phone.

“Hello?” you asked, rubbing sleep out of your eyes.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Jane asked, clearly upset.

Hearing how upset your friend, well, ex-friend, was, caused you to wake up. “Jane? What’s wrong? What happened?” You didn’t even realize you were rambling until she started talking again.

“Y/N, please shut up and just come down to the cemetery, please. It’s an emergency, and you’re the only one who can help us. Please...”

You pursed your lips together, throwing a glance at the clock that sat on the wall. 9:45 pm. Surely your parents would understand since it was an emergency. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be there soon, just sit tight, alright?”

A reassured sigh came from Jane’s side of the phone. “Thank you, Y/N. You’re a lifesaver. We’re by Heathers grave and we’re in Thor’s car. Please hurry.” With that, her end of the line went dead.

You placed the phone back on the receiver before turning to your mother, who was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest, a displeased look settled on her face. “You’re heading out? Again?”

“Mom, it’s an emergency. Something might have happened. I’ll be back before you know I’m gone, I promise.” Her lips pursed, clearly not impressed with your attempts to reassure her. “Mom, she could be in trouble. I swear, I wouldn’t go if it wasn’t an emergency.”

Finally, she sighed, motioning for you to wake past her. “Fine, go.” You gave her a smile and started to leave, but she stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, Y/N/N,” she said, her voice softening. “You know I worry about you, right?”

“I know, mom, and I’m grateful. Truly, I am.” You pecked her on the cheek to prove it. “I’ll be back home before you and dad even know I’m gone. I promise.”

She smiled, a soft, barely noticeable smile, but it was still there nonetheless. “You’re a great kid. Go on, hurry back home, do I make myself clear?”

You nodded and gave her a final kiss on the cheek before leaving the house, running towards the cemetery that was, thankful, just two blocks down the street.

“Y/N!” Jane said, waving to you, her hand sticking out of the driver-side window of Thor’s cherry red sports car sitting in the grass of the cemetery. You approached the scene in front of you, slowly drinking it all in.

On the ground was Thor, face-down in the ground, looking as dead as a rock. There were a few rustles in a bush just about 30 yards away, but you quickly blocked it out, choosing to ask the obvious question. “Is... is Thor-”

“Yeah! He’s fine!” Jane quickly said, rolling down the window a bit so that she could look at you. “He’s passed out. So like, I came here with Thor and Bruce and Shar to pour a bottle of Thunderbird over Nat’s grave, kinda like a goodbye from her friends, ya know?” Her eyes glanced to Thor, passed out just a few feet in front of the bumper of the car. “Well, Thor and Bruce drank it all and... they’ve been really grabby. Shar went to try and get Bruce to calm down but-”

“Wait, wait, wait. Why did you call me then? After everything that happened at Bruce’s party, I figured-”

Awkwardly, Jane leaned back from the window, her fingers fiddling together. “W-Well... Thor promised to leave me alone if, ya know... I called you here. So I panicked and I called! I’m sorry!”

Your mouth dropped open in pure shock from her answer. “Wha- Jane! You... avoided date rape... by offering me up for date rape?”

She grimaced to herself, her fingers still fiddling together. “Well, when you put it that way it just sounds ugly,” she mumbled, clearly trying to make it to where she didn’t feel guilty about the situation.

“I’m leaving,” you muttered to yourself, turning to leave. However, Thor, who had previously been on the ground, was now on the hood of the car, smiling sweetly at you. “Heyyyyyyy Y/N,” he said, his words slurring together. “I waited for youuu cutie. 10 whole beers.” To further his point, he held up both of his hands, wiggling all 10 of his fingers towards you.

“Enough! I said I was fucking done, Bruce!” came a shout from the same bushes that you had heard rustling from earlier. Turning, you watched as Sharon emerged, brushing off her skirt as she stormed away, followed by a stumbling Bruce.

“But baby-” Bruce whined before spotting you. Quickly, a huge smile spread over his features. “Hey, lookie, it’s Y/N! Maybe she can help me find release.”

You physically grimaced, taking a step away from the two drunk jocks. “You both have left hands, can’t you use those instead?” you said, trying to bargain with the two of them.

“But I want youuuu,” Bruce slurred, leaning heavily on the hood of the car while Thor, meanwhile, gathered his wits and started to swagger over to you. “Come on, don’t hurt their feelings.”

“Their?” you questioned, taking another step away from the two as they tried to close in again.

“My balls!” Thor piped up, motioning to his pants where, unfortunately, a small tent was starting to appear. “They need relief from a pretty girl! Even a nerdy girl like you!”

“Yeah!” Bruce added, coming to stand a few feet from Thor, trying to corner you between the two of them. “They’re so blue for you, Y/N. My hands are rubbing like a cheese grater, it’s sooo uncomfortable. Please?”

Once again, you found a sour look sprawled over your face. “Shar, Jane, please let me into the car,” you shouted, even if you were being cornered in the opposite direction of the car. Maybe you could make a run for it. They were pretty drunk...

“Sorry!” Sharon shouted from the car. “The car’s staying locked while they can still get in!”

You looked around desperately for an escape before your eyes caught onto a glass bottle, half full of liquid and sitting haphazardly in the dirt, but the contents were very clearly booze. You managed to get past the two of them and retrieve the bottle, holding it up like an offering. “Look here, Thor and Bruce! Booze!”

The two of their faces broke out into huge, sloppy, shit-eating grins as they eyed up the bottle. “Thank you so much, Y/N!” Bruce shouted, practically running you over to grab the bottle.

“You’re so welcome!” you shouted, stepping away from the two as they fought over the liquid remaining in the amber bottle. Finding the situation perfect, you finally slipped away, up the hill that lead back to the main road.

As if a saving grace, a familiar figure was leaning against a black motorcycle. You sighed happily before letting his arms envelope you. “You look like hell,” Peter murmured, brushing a hand through your hair.

“How’d you know I was here?” you asked, snuggling your head into his black-clad chest. “I didn’t tell you-”

“Your mom told me. I called, asking for you, and she told me you went to the cemetery to save Jane from an emergency,” Peter replied, twirling a piece of his hair around his finger. “Figured it sounded fishy so I came to investigate to see you escaping from the cemetery.”

You shake your head, leaning into him. “I just want to go home, Pete. Can you drive me?”

His lips pressed against the top of your head. “Of course, beautiful. Just make sure you tell me what happened tomorrow at school, got it?”

A laugh escaped your throat as you looked up at him. “Yeah, okay. I promise.”

Dear Diary,

You could call last night a close call. Yeah, close call. Definitely would have ended differently if my mom hadn’t told Peter where I was or if I hadn’t of found that bottle just sitting there. I can’t help but think that Nat was the only person keeping Thor and Bruce in check, and now she’s dead. So now the school is defenseless to their libido.

“Having second thoughts, bitch?” asked a voice that caused you to tense. Following the voice was a fit of coughing. “You know, I blame you and your beau for the fact that I’ll be coughing up Drano for all of eternity. Do you feel guilty yet, Y/N/N?”

You grimaced to yourself before finally allowing yourself to look up from your journal. You could practically see Nat standing there, wearing her silk red robe that she died in. Her body was littered with cuts from the glass that she landed in, and her eyes were completely white.

Choosing to ignore the phantom now standing over you, watching you, you turned your attention back towards you diary.

I know I didn’t technically kill her, but I can’t help but feel like I did. I feel bad for it... but not as bad as I should. And that’s what scares me. Maybe that’s why I feel like she’s standing over me, dictating everything I do.

You glanced up from your journal again to find Sharon and Jane digging through Nat’s locker, clearing everything out into a box. Your hands balled up into fists as you slammed your diary shut and stalked over to them. “Hey, I hope you guys are planning on apologizing for acting like Grade A Bitches last night.”

“Hey,” Sharon said, turning around to point a finger into your chest. “We’re cleaning out Nat’s shit right now. Show a little respect, why don’t you?”

“Y/N, tell her to get her little slutty hands off of my crap,” said dead Nat, now standing right behind Sharon as she dug through her locker. “Y/N? Y/N/N, make her stop it now!”

“Shut up!” you shouted, clearly distressed from the voices filling your head.

A pair of hands shoved you roughly, dragging you back to Earth. You glared at Sharon who was practically seething in your direction. “No! I won’t shut up! Never again!” Her hands fumbled in her blonde hair, dragging out her bow and replacing it with Nat’s red scrunchie.

Jane grabbed Sharon’s arm, trying to stop her. “Shar, that’s Nat’s-”

An animal-like snarl came from Sharon, causing Jane to flinch away. “Shut up, Jane! Nat’s gone, and someone needs to replace her! And it’s going to be me so shut the fuck up!”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, staring at Sharon like she was crazy. Replace Nat? How could anyone want to ever replace her? “Shar, please don’t do this,” you mumbled.

A scoff came from the blonde as she turned her back towards you and pulled more crap from Nat’s locker. “Whatever. You should worry less about me and more about your reputation, bitch. Didn’t you hear? Thor and Bruce were talking about your little three-way last night.”

“Three-way?” asked the voice of Peter from right behind you, causing you to jump. You turned to look at him, and you couldn’t help but nearly cry from the look of pure pain that had etched it’s way across his face.

“No, Peter, please... There was no three-way! Nothing happened last night, I promise!”

“Really?” Sharon asked, slamming Nat’s locker shut, causing you to flinch once more. “I remember it differently.”

As if on cue, Thor and Bruce came walking down the hall with a boy, who you could briefly remember being named Clint, following them. “A sword fight? In her mouth?” Clint asked, his jaw completely slack at the idea.

“Oh yeah,” Thor said, smiling. “A big sword fight in her mouth! It was crazy crowded!”

“Yeah, but then, after the sword fight, we bent her over backwards like origami!” Bruce added.

Peter’s hands clutched into fists as he grabbed onto the back of Bruce’s jacket at his comment. You reached out to grab him, despite the tears threatening to spill over, but he was well out of your grasp. “Don’t talk about Y/N like that!”

Thor pushed Peter’s hands away, standing next to Bruce in a protective way. “Don’t complain when you’re girls a fucking slut-”

Peter’s fist connected with Thor’s face, causing him to fall back to the ground. However, before he could react, Clint was suddenly holding Peter’s arms behind his back, which left him open to be attacked by both Bruce and Thor.

“No! Stop!” you shouted, trying to push through the crowd that was starting to gather, but Sharon grabbed you forcefully, throwing a wicked smile towards you. You fought against her, but she had a death grip on both of your shoulders now.

“Stop this nonsense right now!” shouted the voice of Principal Fury as he pushed through the crowd. “Odinson, Banner, Barton, my office, now!”

The crowd dispersed just as quickly as it had formed. Meanwhile, Fury had to fight to remove Bruce from Peter while two other male teachers had to help in hauling off both Clint and Thor.

You went to walk over to Peter who laid prone on the ground, tears burning your eyes, when a hand suddenly grabbed you. You turned quickly to see Bruce smiling, a horrible glint in his eyes. “Whore,” he whispered before being dragged away.

Being called a whore was the final blow, and it made you finally break down in tears as you dropped to your knees in front of Peter, helping him sit up. “P-Pete?” you mumbled, brushing his brown curls from his face to take it all in. His lip was split in more than one place, and a bruise was already starting to form on his cheekbone. You were sure there were more bruises if one looked at his arms and chest, but you weren’t about to look right now. “A-Are you okay?”

His arms wrapped around you tightly, and you could feel him shaking. “Y/N...” he mumbled, breathing into your hair. “How are you?” he asked, clearly ignoring your question.

“I-I’m okay,” you mumbled. “I... I’ve been called worse a-and... y-ya know, everything’s awesome.” You broke down in full sobs in the middle of the deserted hallway. For some reason, all of the teachers were long gone, and you and Peter were long forgotten. “I-I’m sorry for crying...” you mumbled, trying to bring yourself back together and failing miserably.

His hands brushed through your now messy hair, trying to soothe you. “You don’t deserve to cry,” he muttered, holding you tightly. “I swear, I will end this all. All of it, tonight. You...” He pushed you away until you were at arms length, looking into his brown eyes as he gave you the best smile he could muster. “You’re the only thing that’s right about this broken world.” His hand brushed a piece of hair behind your ear before cupping you face. “So cry, it’s okay. But come tomorrow morning... all of this will be long behind us, okay? Do you wanna know why?”

You slowly nodded, rubbing away the tears that were making trails down your face. “Y-Yes,” you mumbled, giving him a verbal confirmation to continue on.

“Because, Y/N, love like we have doesn’t come around often. Our love is special. Our love is God, and our love will fix all of this, okay?”

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “O-Okay,” you mumbled, allowing yourself to revel in the thought. Maybe he was right. Maybe your love was strong enough to stop it all, make all of the pain and misery just... go away.

Suddenly, a thought dawned on you. He never answered your question earlier. “P-Pete?” you asked, crawling back over to him and curling up in his arms. “You never answered me... are... are you okay?”

You glanced up to see him smiling down at you. “I always thought I would be alone, like... Like I was a frozen lake. No one would ever be dumb enough to try and go crack the ice, but... now I’m realizing that I’m not. I can feel myself getting better, and it’s because of you. Now... now I know that I’m not alone, never again. I won’t be alone because I’ll have you.”

“Yeah... we’ll never be alone,” you smiled softly, running your hands through his hair.

“Y/N...” he mumbled sweetly before pressing a kiss into your forehead. “I want to see you tonight. I’ll sneak over to your place, okay? Say around 8-ish?” A nod was all you could do to answer him, and he continued on. “Until then, we should probably get to class, yeah?”

And so, that’s what the two of you did after a quick stop by the nurse so that way you two had a valid reason for showing up late to class.

“So what’s the plan to get back at Bruce and Thor?” you asked, leaning closer to Peter as he sat on your bed.

He smiled before pulling out several items from a brown paper bag. “We’re going to fake their suicides,” he replied simply. “I’ve got our Stud Puppie magazine, a Joan Crawford postcard, mascara... Ah, and the piece de resistance, mineral water.”

You giggled, staring at him as he put the items back in the bag. “Yeah, so, what? Do you need a forged suicide note then?”

“And for you to make a call to the boys to go behind the school so that we can set up the joke,” he responded, grabbing your bedside phone and setting on your bed.

“But why are we going to such great lengths? I mean, how are we going to make it look like they’re dead?” You grabbed the receiver, ready to make the call once he explained it all to you.

He watched you for a moment before grabbing two guns from... somewhere. You physically flinched at the sight of the weapons. “Peter, I thought our Bonnie and Clyde adventures were done. I don’t-”

He placed a finger to your lips to silence you. “Relax, we’ll fill them with Ich Luge bullets.” At your confused look, he smiled. “They’re tranquilizer bullets. My granddad scored a shit ton back in World War II. The Nazis used them to fake their own suicides when the Russians invaded Berlin. The darts should knock Thor and Bruce out long enough to make it look like a suicide. Once they come to, they’ll be the laughing stock of the whole school.”

Still confused by the whole concept of Ich Luge bullets, you forced yourself to nod along with what he was saying. “Yeah, okay, makes sense,” you said, more to assure yourself than anyone else. “So, we need a suicide note.”

Peter nodded, grabbing your notepad so that you could write. “Just make it sound really sappy. Remember, it needs to sound believable. And you can pick whichever of the two you want to write for.”

Nodding, you turned your focus on your diary as you scribbled out a suicide note in Thor’s handwriting.

Bruce and I realized the moment that we could not share our forbidden love that we would have to die instead. Though we will miss the joy of being in each others arms, we cannot continue to live in a world where we have to act like beer-guzzling jackasses. Thus, we have chosen to die rather than live in a disapproving world.

“Look good?” You asked, showing the note to Peter.

He instantly broke out into a huge smile, carefully tearing the paper out of your journal. “Perfect,” he replied, folding it in half and adding it to the bag of goodies that sat on the edge of your bed. “Now we just need you to call Thor. Tell him to meet behind the school at dawn.”

Nodding, you quickly dialed the number to Thor’s house, crossing your fingers that he would be the one to pick up.

After a few rings, there was finally an answer. “Yeah-lo?” came the voice of Thor, and you had to fight the urge to sigh in relief at the fact that he was the one to answer.

“Hey, Thor?” you asked, twirling a piece of your hair around your index finger. “It’s Y/N. So... I was wondering... How did you and Bruce know it was always a fantasy of mine to take two guys at once?”

“Dude, dude!” said the muffled voice of Thor, clearly trying to get Bruce’s attention. “It’s Y/N!” You tapped your fingers against your knee, waiting for them to decide to talk. “So, uhhh, I guess it was a lucky guess?” Thor said, finally sounding clearer.

“Well...” you drawled out, throwing a look at Peter to see him laughing. You threw a pillow at him before continuing the conversation. “If you want it to come true... Meet me behind the school with Bruce. At dawn.”

There was a choking sound from the other end of the line before Thor started talking. “Yeah, uh-huh, sounds good.” Before you could hang up, you heard him practically shouting to Bruce. “Bro! Free pussy! And we don’t even have to buy it a pizza! Punch it in!”

You cringed to yourself before hanging up the phone. “They’ll be there,” you said, placing your phone back on your nightstand. “That was hell.”

Peter laughed, drawing you into him as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips before pulling away to smile down at you. “Y/N... our love is a powerful thing. We can start and finish wars.”

Resting your head on his shoulder, you couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, our love is what killed the dinosaurs. The world needed room for us.”

“You bet your ass it did,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss into the top of your head. “Hey, gorgeous.” You glanced up at him to see him staring at you seriously, yet his eyes were also filled with so much adoration. “I worship you, and everything that you are. I’d trade my life for yours if it was necessary to see you alive and happy...”

You pulled him into a kiss, silencing his words. He hummed in response, which was one of the few sounds made between the two of you for the rest of the night as you both eagerly awaited morning to put your plan into motion.

“So why did we steal your dad’s car again?” you asked as you both pulled into the school parking lot, just before dawn broke.

“The motorcycle’s great and all, but the car’s better for if we need to hide after our plan has been enacted.” You raised an eyebrow at him, not necessarily aware of why you’d need to hide if the bullets were just going to knock them out. Still, you didn’t question him and, instead, followed him out of the car and to the meeting spot.

You handed the bag of goodies off to Peter before grabbing the gun from him. “Just remember,” he said softly, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, “I’m just behind that tree right there. When we shoot, you try and shoot Thor and I’ll get Bruce, got it?” Accepting your tiny nod as an answer, he kissed the top of your head. “Alright, they should be here any minute now so I’m going to go hide.”

With that, you were left alone in the small little clearing just a few feet from the main road. You decided to make a circle that surrounded you in the dirt, pretending it was your safe zone that Bruce and Thor couldn’t cross if they wanted to.

The sound of approaching footsteps made you lift your head up from your feet to see the two jocks coming down the small slope, practically tripping over one another to make it to where you were.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bruce said, a bright smile filling his features. “How’re you doin’?”

“Bro, cut the small talk,” Thor said, slapping Bruce with the back of his hand. “Do we just whip out our dicks or what?”

You fought every impulse to shudder or cringe at Thor’s blunt words. You forced a playful smile onto your features, meeting his muddy brown eyes. “Take it slow, Thor. I want the two of you to strip for me.”

They both laughed, clearly excited by the prospect of stripping for you. Thor started to tear of his own clothes before remembering that you said to take it slowly. He looked physically pained by the notion of strip-teasing for you, but he still slowed his movements down.

Bruce, however, looked a little more confused. “What ‘bout you, Y/N?” he asked, slowly removing his jacket.

“Well...” you said, voice barely audible to the two of them, “I was hoping you could rip my clothes off me... sport.”

Sport? Sport? Was that really the best word you could come up with in the moment?

Despite the fact that you felt like a complete idiot by calling them sport, they still nodded along and stripped faster until they both stood in front of you in their underwear.

“On the count of three, you both can come at me and take off my clothes. Ready?” They nodded eagerly and you forced a smile. “One... Two...”

“Three,” said the voice of Peter, coming from behind the tree, gun raised. You grabbed your own gun and aimed at Thor, firing one of the Ich Luge bullets into his shoulder. Meanwhile, Peter hit Bruce right in between the eyes.

Thor screamed at being shot and tried to run away, but Peter fired another shot into his back, causing him to fall face-first into the ground.

You found yourself staring at Bruce, as blood pooled around him in the forest ground and you suddenly felt sick. You fell to your knees, cupping Bruce’s face. “Bruce? Bruce? Oh my god. Peter-”

Hands hauled you off the ground, pulling you away from the scene. “We have to go, come on,” he muttered in your eye, practically dragging you all the way back to the school. Practically frozen, you let him do so.

You just killed two more of your classmates. 

Once back in the car, you finally released all of your feelings all at once. “God! I’m so stupid!” you shouted as Peter started the car so that music was playing in the background. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him grab a cigarette from his dads glove compartment.

Absentmindedly, you grabbed the lighter from the car, staring at the orange metal. Before you were even aware of what you were doing, the lighter was pressed into the palm of your hand, and you were screaming from the pain.

Peter quickly yanked the lighter away from your burning flesh before placing the end of his cigarette against your palm. You whimpered as he leaned back, his cigarette burning through the car.

“Fucking Ich Luge bullets? Why am I so stupid? Why would I ever believe such a stupid lie?” you mumbled, more to yourself than anybody else. You held your hand close to your body, trying to ignore the mind numbing pain that originated from your burnt hand.

“Maybe because you wanted them dead,” Peter said, earning him a glare from you. “Oh come on! Ich Luge bulelts? If something sounds too good to be true, usually it is! Don’t play so naive, Y/N! Your mind wanted to believe the bullets were tranquilizer bullets because your thoughts are too icky and impure. You wanted them dead just as much as I did.” With the end of his statement, he tossed his half-gone cigarette out the car window before turning his attention back to you.

“No I didn’t!” you shouted, clearly exasperated by his remarks. “No one deserves to die, Peter!”

“Yes you did! Don’t lie to me! They made you cry! Besides, they’re just a bunch of-”

You covered your ears with your hands, despite the pain it caused you, and started making random noises to block out his talking. He groaned in response and tried to talk louder, but you only matched him in volume until you both were practically screaming at one another.

“Enough!” Peter shouted, removing your hands from your ears and silencing you with a kiss. You pushed against him slightly, trying to fight the kiss before finally relenting to his lips and the sweet feeling of being enveloped in his strong arms. In fact, you even found yourself kissing him back despite the anger you felt boiling beneath the surface.

Once deeming you calm enough, his lips left yours, brushing the hair out of your face. “Come on,” he mumbled, lips a few inches from your own. “It’s already done, okay? So let’s just go somewhere. I’m sure they’re going to cancel class today anyway.”

You nodded slowly before you relaxed into the passenger seat of his dad’s car. Your mind whirled with thoughts, primarily ones centered around Bruce and Thor. Once again, someone was dead, and you helped cause it. You killed two people today, and now you had to pay the price.

“Peter?” you asked quietly as the two of you drove through the practically empty roads of the town. “Can we go and grab ice for my hand?”

“Of course,” he responded, looking visibly more relaxed and less on edge. “I’m sorry about your hand, by the way.”

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