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Singed Daffodils (Chapter 3)

Pairing: King Bucky Barnes x Queen Female Reader

Summary: Ever since you had been young, you knew that you were in love with James Barnes. When you were arranged to marry him, you had been over the moon.

Then throughout your short-lived, doomed marriage, you realized he didn't love you. The divorce papers had been written up and just like that, the two of you weren't married anymore.

Thirteen years later, to avoid scrutiny and even more possible scandal, you're marrying him. Again.

But you've learned your lesson now. Falling in love with James will just spell trouble for you.

James however, is determined to undermine your plan. Every step of the way.

Chapter Warnings: Adopted children, Thanos being a shit father (but are we really surprised that he is), light mentions of gambling, implied murder, and angst

Additional Notes: Hello all! Apologies for the lack of updates. I took a lil break and had a small lil vaca in San Diego and LA that was a great palette cleanser for me. But, now that I’m back in my usual routine, updates should be coming soon. This chapter before my trip wasn’t flowing as well as I wanted it to, but now that I’m back from my trip, I found that it flowed better. Life experiences, I guess? Who knows.

This chapter is only update 1 of 2, because I finished chapter 3 and chapter 4 roughly around the same time. So because I felt bad for not updating and leaving this fic on a really rough note for our Boinky boy.

I hope this chapter lives up to everyone's standards! After the word vomit that was chapter two and the response of everyone jumping onto the We Hate Bucky train, I wanted to… lessen the jumping a bit, I suppose? Have Bucky be a little sympathetic but still having to deal with the consequences of his actions. So hopefully, that was done okay here!

And also yes, Peter Quill will be played by Pedro Pascal instead of Chris Pratt because Chris Pratt just gives me weird vibes. So yeah. Daddy Pedro is here to stay.

As always, if you'd like to read this chapter on the AO3, you can do so here.

Word Count: 5449

One month later...

The head of the Kingsguard, Melinda May watched as she sat in the car. The windows were rolled down a little just so she could see the palace.

It was early.

Roughly around eighty-thirty AM.

Peering her dark eyes at the palace that she had worked and was loyal to for, over the past fifteen years, the thirty-nine-year-old Chinese woman waited for her King and her Queen.

To be fair, she had gotten up a bit early. She even twisted her wedding ring on her left hand. She was married to Wong. They had been happily married for five years now. Her husband worked in the medical wing of the palace with his fellow surgeon, Doctor Stephen Strange.

Taking out her phone from her pocket, she unlocked her phone with her PIN number and opened her message app.

Nebula: Have they arrived yet?

Melinda: No.

Nebula: OMG

Melinda: Wait I think I see Her Majesty now.

You had just walked out of the huge double doors of the palace. Lugging your suitcase behind you, your hair was tied back so it wouldn’t get in your face.

Wearing a tank top and a fluffy sweater with your jeans, you mentally thanked Pamela for telling you to pack some sneakers. And heels. The sneakers you had on right now were comfy as heck.

A grimace overcame your face at the reminder of the dresses that Wanda Maximoff, the Queen’s Personal Assistant had packed for you. They were mostly sundresses, mini dresses, and some formal wear.

Considering that the place that you and James were headed to was going to be having a conference, later on, your honeymoon would consist of spending time together, and then, going to the conference and spending time with other people of power.

How wonderful.

Adjusting the little necklace that hung around your neck, you made sure the double doors were closed before making your way down the pavement that led to the huge limo that was waiting for you and James.

Melinda then saw Gamora, Nebula’s older adopted sister, and your personal bodyguard following behind you. The green-haired Black woman eventually catching up to you.

“Ma’am,” nodded Gamora.

“Gamora,” you greeted. “You aren’t bringing your baby with you on this trip?”

“No, Your Highness,” she responded back to you. Gamora and her husband, Peter Quill, just had their first baby a year before you and Pamela had come to the country for the political endeavor eight months ago.

“Peter said he wanted to spend time with the baby,” she explained to you. She and her husband, who had been born in Chile before immigrating to this country had decided other than the national language spoken in the country, that they would be teaching their daughter Spanish.

“He’s been busy lately for the past year,” she continued. “Working for His Highness. He stepped down from his duties as a personal bodyguard for this trip, in order to spend time with our daughter. Erik Killmonger will be coming with us on our trip.”

You had seen the cousin of King T’Challa from Wakanda around a couple of times in passing. He looked a lot more like his deceased mother than his father. Because his uncle, the previous King of Wakanda wasn’t fond of him due to a spat between the two brothers, Erik wasn’t really allowed to have the title of King passed down to him in case of anything happening to his cousin. Which had led him here, to this country. Serving under King James. And unlike his cousin, Erik wore his hair in dreadlocks and chose to wear more battle-friendly clothes. Compared to the way his cousin brushed his waves back and wore traditional, regal clothing. Although, he didn’t miss the opportunity to wear a simple t-shirt and jeans now and then.

Speaking of Erik, the African-American man happily made his way out of the palace, followed by His Majesty. The Black man was practically grinning from ear to ear when he saw you and Gamora.

“Hey Your Majesty,” Erik spoke with all the suaveness that oozed out of him. A very charismatic man by default. A shit-eating grin was on his face when he fist-bumped Gamora.

“Gamora! How’s my favorite lil goddaughter doin?” He asked the Dominican woman.

“She’ll hopefully not rip my husband’s hair out,” was Gamora’s cheeky reply to him.

Erik laughed all the way into the limo.

“You’re all late.” Melinda looked through the mirror at all four of them.

“The plane doesn’t leave until nine-thirty,” Erik reminded her cheerfully.

Melinda just rolled her eyes at him.

Some hours later, in Paris, France…

The sounds of Parisians down below you on the streets filtered their way above into the hotel suite that James and you had booked together.

The smell of coffee from the streets was also making its rounds.

You were feeling a little bit jet lagged, so you had opted to nap for a while.

Now that you were awake from your nap, you were overlooking some emails on your iPad with a critical eye.

James on the other hand was on his phone and standing in the hallway, on the phone with his Attorney General, Antonia Dreykov.

You could hear bits and pieces of their conversation, but nothing more than that. Finishing up typing your last email, (for now, at least), you clicked the arrow button that would send it. Satisfied that you would be receiving no emails in the near future, you locked your iPad and put it back on your little table.

Hearing your stomach growl a little, you realized that yes, you were, indeed hungry. Fumbling around to find your phone, you scoured for it a little. Finding it in your purse, you fished it out and unlocked your iPhone with your thumb.

Pulling up your iMessages, you quickly shot a text out to Gamora.

You: I’m going downstairs to get some breakfast. Would you like to accompany me?

Gamora: Of course Your Highness.

Getting up from the huge bed, you found your shoes. It was within range of James, who had noticed that you had just put on your shoes, and you were slipping your phone back into your purse.

“I’m going downstairs for breakfast,” was what you mouthed to him silently, knowing that he was still on the call with Thor.

A discreet nod was thrown your way as you walked past him, grabbing one of the hotel keys for yourself, so that way you wouldn’t be locked out later when you came back.

Just as you got out of the room, so did Gamora. The green-haired woman looked a little tired, and she didn’t have a drop of makeup on her face. She elicited out a little yawn, even stretching a little bit before she greeted you.

“Good morning, Your Highness.”

“Good morning. Did you and Erik sleep well?” You asked kindly.

“Well,” said Gamora, “Erik doesn’t snore. He’s not very much a heavy sleeper either. He was up before me. He got up an hour ago. Said that he needed to call his cousin and his wife. King T’Challa and Queen Ororo arrived here three days ago, Your Highness.”

“Oh. It’ll be lovely to see them again. Isn’t she still pregnant with their first child?” You inquired as both of you started to walk toward the elevators.

“Yes, Your Highness. I believe she is almost five months in. Still not showing, but I have heard that two of the Dora Milaje have accompanied them on this trip. Ayo and Okoye, ma’am.” She answered you.

“Ayo and Okoye! How wonderful. They’re very lovely.” You commented giddily as you pressed the second button to go down to the lobby.

You had met both personal members of the King’s Guard once on an occasion. A meeting at the UN, where you had excitedly for a lack of a better word, fangirled.

You had apologized to King T’Challa afterward for your expressive outburst though.

But still! It had been amazing to see (and meet), two members of the Dora Milaje. You could scratch that off of your Bucket List for sure.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened.

Stepping inside, Gamora pressed the button for the lobby. Then, after a couple of seconds, the doors closed.

Inside your back pocket, your phone chimed with a text.

Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled out your phone.

James: Should we go somewhere after breakfast?

His text made you think.

In front of you, the elevator doors chimed and opened, revealing a small little family of four. The two children looked up at you and whispered amongst themselves as their mother quietly shushed them. Because you and Gamora were lingering around in the back, it gave the family enough space to be in the middle, or at the front.

Did you want to go anywhere after breakfast?

The beach sounded nice. Sightseeing sounded nice too.

There were many things to consider doing in France.

Unlocking your phone with your thumb, you started to text him back.

You: Depends.

You: You got anything in mind you want to do?

You: Go to the beach, or…

You: Maybe go to a museum or an art gallery maybe?

And these were all great ideas. Great suggestions, even.

But you were still pondering your options. The elevator dinged again, and the doors opened.

You saw the lobby room, with the breakfast place on the right side. It wasn’t all that busy, considering it was still early in the morning. French and English floated around in your ears as the family in front of you walked out, followed by you and Gamora.

Hearing the elevator doors close, you and Gamora walked over to the place.

You desperately tried to make eye contact with no one, considering the fact that a few people had begun to look at you. Whispering amongst themselves, you grabbed a plate and started to pile it up as if you were someone who lived in the Americas. When you were satisfied with the amount of food on your plate, you found a little table with four chairs and plopped yourself on one of them. Gamora, after she had fixed her plate sat across from you.

Pulling your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans, your phone pinged with a new notification.

James: We could go to the art gallery later if you like?

You: That’s fine. I’ll look at my maps for a nearby art gallery and we’ll decide later.

Shutting off your phone and putting it face-down on the table, you started to eat your food.

Gamora on the other hand was holding her fork and putting food in her mouth while scrolling on her phone, and looking at her social media. People who worked for the Royal Family were permitted to have social media but signed an NDA stating that while they could say that they worked for the Royal Family, they were not allowed to discuss private matters that involved members of the Royal Family to friends or family. Even to their work colleagues. No one. Nada.

She followed some people, mostly friends and family. Other work colleagues. But that was mostly it. She was currently texting the Guardians Gang, keeping them up to date and up to speed with what was happening on the honeymoon.

The Guardian Hoe Gang

Nebula: Why do we still have that as the chat name?

Peter: … because it’s awesome?

Mantis: It’s trash.

Peter has sent a GIF from the GIF Keyboard

Drax: I think it’s a fine name

Peter: See!

Peter! Drax thinks so

Mantis: Drax has no taste

Drax: I have amazing taste!

Gamora couldn’t help but let out a very unladylike snort. It was a snort that her now deceased adopted father would have disapproved of, wholeheartedly. She knew that much.

Thanos had been a shit father. A rich man who had hailed from the upper elite side of society, he ruled his household with an iron fist. Always pitting Gamora and Nebula against one another. Always trying to compare the two, and always praising Gamora as his favorite daughter and ignoring Nebula’s attempts to try and let him see her. To see her like how he saw Gamora. Like his own daughter. Instead of pretending that she merely just didn’t exist.

Then, when Gamora and Nebula graduated from high school, they ran away. Moved from their home country and took two tickets for a one-way trip to this new country. Their father tried to follow them, but considering he had a big gambling problem, the people he owed money to was not very happy with him. Somehow, the news had traveled down that Thanos was dead.

Deep inside themselves, the sisters felt some sort of relief. Now they would never have to see or hear about their adopted father again.

It was the comforting thought that Gamora allowed easing her mind as she texted back in the group chat, telling her husband and their friends that yes, His Majesty and Her Majesty, along with Erik had arrived safely in Paris, but she had no clue on what the two royals wanted to do today.

Three more pings suggested sightseeing, the beach, or just walking around.

Another ping from Peter made Gamora just roll her eyes in fondest.

Because once again, her husband was talking about their pathos plant that he lovingly called Groot, and their baby raccoon that he named Rocket.

A baby raccoon! Peter had found the poor baby shivering wet and alone in an empty alleyway a few months ago. Bless his huge heart, he brought it home. Much to Gamora’s surprise.

“Peter! Is that a raccoon?” she nearly shrieked.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

“Yes…?” Was his only reply to her, still cradling the poor thing in his jacket in an effort to keep the poor thing warm.

“Why the hell did you bring a raccoon home?” she exclaimed, rushing over to him. It was dinner time and she had just put the vegetables in the oven. The chicken thighs were in the pan with a lid to cover them so that way she wouldn’t be setting off the smoke alarm in their apartment.

“He looked lonely, Gamora,” Peter protested to her, the dark-haired man holding out the raccoon that was indeed, giving her the biggest puppy eyes ever. The raccoon was a gray-colored one, with their eyes having a thick black color around their eye socket. Their brown eyes looked so sad, it even warmed Gamora’s own icy heart.

“Peter. I don’t know how we’re going to raise a raccoon.” Was all that Gamora could say to him right now.

Because for the life of her, she didn’t know jack shit about raising a pet. Forget a freaking raccoon!

Nebula and she never had pets growing up. Thanos had forbidden it. No dogs, no cats, not even a flipping goldfish.

“We can learn! I’ll even buy books!” If it were heavenly possible, Peter had perked up and given Gamora such a dorky smile she couldn’t help but smile herself.

“Alright. But you’re going to be the one to tell Katy’s grandma why we’re housing a raccoon in our apartment. I’m going to need to make so many dumplings and homemade chili oil just for her to forgive me…”

Peter informed the group chat via voice message that not only was Groot growing, thriving, and basically living his best life, but Rocket was living it up with their baby. Apparently, their son really enjoyed being around the raccoon. Rocket was affectionate and loving, and enjoyed cuddling the toddler whenever Peter went out to buy groceries.

More pings from Gamora’s phone to the group chat were cheerful, as Drax and Mantis were suggesting a little get-together at the apartment once Gamora came home from the honeymoon with His Majesty and Her Majesty.

Around the time that Gamora finished typing her response back, stating that she would be overjoyed to have a get-together that included her sister Nebula and her girlfriend Sharon— you had finished eating your breakfast.

Gamora really wasn’t a huge breakfast person, so she had settled for a croissant and a glass of milk.

Sudden footsteps and little whispers made her turn her head back.

His Majesty the King, James Barnes along with Erik had finally lugged their asses downstairs to grab some breakfast. Erik’s plate was full to the max, while James had been less liberal on how he had fixed his plate this morning. Erik had a glass of orange juice, while James just had a glass of water.

You were drinking your glass full of the beverage of your choosing when James sat next to you, not saying anything.

Not that you were surprised by it or anything. Even when the both of you had been younger, he didn’t speak much. A man of little words, he was.

Erik on the other hand greeted you politely before sitting down and putting his plate on the table. He even pulled out his phone and happily showed you a picture of the Wakandan Royal Family portrait, which he was in.

“Uncle woulda been hella pissed if he was still here to see this,” the Black man snickered. Gamora expressed her support by giving a snort. The two even fist bumping in amusement.

Still, James said nothing, not even giving the barest hint of a smile as he picked up his fork, beginning to eat his food.

“So,” you said, trying to break the tension.

Even now, you could see some stares from adults and children alike, some whispers in French that you could catch, or even hushed whispers in English from tourists. Things that you tried your damnedest to try to ignore.

“Do we still all want to… go to the museum today?”

It had come out a little awkward.

Back when you used to be a young child, you were very shy. Your tutors said that you would have your head in the clouds most of the time, always being distracted.

“Yes,” was James’s only word that he spoke. It was low. Hushed. Only the one word that you could hear, because you were sitting next to him. If you had been sitting across from him, then you probably wouldn’t have heard him at all.

“Yes. That sounds fine,” he assured you lightly.

To his credit, that did assure you.

His answer even made you give him a nod.

Which was enough for him.

At the art gallery…

James was squinting his eyes.

He was confused. Puzzled. Baffled, even.

“What even is this?” he asked you, speaking in his native tongue, so only it would be just him and you talking.

You were standing next to him, looking just as confused and bewildered as he was.

Really, it seemed like the two of you was in the same boat. You also couldn’t believe what you were looking at either.

The portrait of the painting was certainly… something.

“It looks far too cold,” James commented to you. Seeing the portrait of painting of a soldier, dressed in his uniform. The soldier appeared far too stiff-looking, and there wasn’t any evidence of warmth on the subject’s face.

“He isn’t even smiling. I agree.” You remarked lightly.

“Even the background is bland,” James said, picking up on the earthy colors in the background. Instead of possibly painting the soldier in a forest or anything of that nature, it was just a mix of brown, green, and gold. Nothing that really resembled a proper true background.

It didn’t really leave anything to be desired if both of you were really honest.

“I think I’m going to move to a different section now,” you spoke with a designated sigh.

He watched you go, turning to the left and walking out of the section that both of you were in. As he continued to watch your retreating figure, he saw some people looking at you and whispering.

Some people were even looking at him and whispering too. He couldn’t really pick up what they were saying about him, but whatever it was, he paid it no mind.

Turning back to the painting, he couldn’t help the scowl that appeared on his face.

Bland indeed.

You needed to get the hell outta there.

There were too many people in the room with you and James.

There were too many people who kept looking at you and your husband, whispering amongst themselves. It made the bile rise up to your throat at what people were whispering about you.

Escaping to another part of the gallery, you found that it was empty. Emptier than the room you had just been in, surrounded by all the other people.

You really should have read through the entire pamphlet you had received when the four of you had walked through the doors.

Inwardly, because you were alone and by yourself, you cursed.

Where the hell had you put that damn pamphlet?

Rummaging through your purse, you searched for it.

And you searched for it.

You really did.

Eventually though, you still could not find it.

Seriously! You didn’t keep a shit ton of things in your damn purse anyway!

However, you suddenly heard a noise.

Said noise made you turn to where the source came from, revealing James who was walking from the entrance.

“I needed to get out of there.” Was what you told him in a defensive tone.

“So did I,” he said with a shrug.

“That included you.” came your sharp comeback.

“Charmed,” James still retorted, although the slight joyful tone he had previously had dulled a bit. It didn’t have much bite.

You might have also been possibly seeing things, but you could’ve sworn that a flash of hurt appeared on his face before it vanished completely. You did however, see clearly that his jaw ticked.

But then, his gaze came up to the painting that hung in front of you both.

“Now that is one painting I can say I approve of wholeheartedly,” James commented quietly.

It led you to also look up at it.

In truth, if you had never looked up, you probably would have never noticed it. It was a painting of the country, painted to reflect the countryside on the cusp of a sunrise.

“These paintings in this part of the gallery are donated. It’s why I suggested this place back in the hotel room when you were looking on Google Maps,” he continued to explain to you, his gaze never wavering from it.

“And the Royal Family donates to this museum?” You sounded interested, but there was a lingering undertone of a tease.

“We are considered patrons, yes.” James gave you a nod. “My mother loves coming here whenever we come to France as a family.”

“Oh. How nice.”

Unlike James’s kingdom, your kingdom hadn’t necessarily been ruled by authoritarian men in the past, like Steve’s. However, there had been some bad apples in the basket. Your father, being a prime example of that. It was very much described as “Our Lord and Savior would toss a coin in the air, and the king would be determined as kind or mad.”

James’s kingdom, on the other hand, had been ruled by benevolent kings in the past. It was nothing new when James had been crowned and praised as benevolent, just like the kings before him. Scandals aside, obviously.

Growing up, your father had definitely taken your little family of three on vacations whenever the school term ended for you but considered art galleries to just be boring. And considering the fact that when you had been appointed as the King’s Advisor a few years back, being the top advisor to your sick and bedridden father despite what you thought about him, going to meetings abroad left nothing to be desired when you were busy all the time.

Even now, after being crowned as Queen, it left little to be desired or wanted, because you were just so goddamn busy all of the time.

So moments like these where you really didn’t have to wonder about the stack of paperwork you needed to look over were a blessing in disguise for you.

“So, how does this painting make you feel?” You asked causally, wanting to change the subject. Catching the subject change, James didn’t look at you. But, he did raise an eyebrow in consideration.

“It reminds me of waking up in the country,” James admitted to you truthfully.

You were curious.

But you let him go on.

“A moment of peace,” he continued as he gazed at the painting, a soft expression in his eyes.

“I imagine myself waking up in the country. I am alone. For a moment, fleeting may it be. But I am allowed a moment to myself, to gather my thoughts. Perhaps I am still half-asleep. Perhaps I am already awake. The first one awake. Perhaps I am drinking a cup of coffee. But it is only me. Just me, by myself. And I have this moment of peace.”

In this quiet, confessed intimate moment— something quite odd happened.

Your hands started to reach out. Maybe it was a subconscious thing. But either way, your hand brushed over his. It sent an electric current down your spine. Your breath even caught in your throat.

So did James.

Quietly, without making noise, he swallowed thickly. His breath caught in his throat as he felt your hand brush over his. It was so intimate, but it felt so much more than that.

And then—

Someone screamed.

The two of you jumped up at once in shock.

Pulling out your phone, you quickly dialed Gamora’s number as you and James ran out of the room back into the hallway.

“Gamora! What happened?” Your voice was frantic, worried.

“Someone fainted, Your Majesty! Someone else dialed nine-one-one.” The sounds of Gamora running and the sounds of people screaming echoed on her side of the phone.

“Meet us back at the car. I think this is enough for us.” You spoke firmly.

One week later, at the beach…

Somehow, James knew.

Deep in his bones.

Growing up, his mother had joked to him that her eldest and only son had a special ability, a special gift for knowing that things were going to happen before they actually happened.

Kinda like a nicer version of Alice Cullen’s I-can-see-the-future power from Twilight.

Really, it had started nicely enough.

You were laying down peacefully on your well-laid towel, on the sand.

James was sitting down next to you, typing something back to Nebula.

Gamora and Erik had gone down to the boardwalk, to buy some ice cream.

Gulls screeched.

The waves crashed against the sand.

A nice pair of black sunglasses covered your eyes from the sun. You had packed your swimsuit in your suitcase, just in case this happened.

Going to the beach, obviously.

Soaking up the sun felt so nice.

It had been a while since you had actually gone to the beach.

You even packed a book to read for this kind of trip.

Said book, was in your purse. Sometimes, James wondered what else was in your purse. You seemed to have a lot of stuff in it, despite you telling him with an eye roll that you didn’t carry a lot of things. Just your personal belongings. Your passport, your ID, your wallet, money, debit/credit cards, pads, tampons, breath mints, breath strips, and your book.

… and a dual taser and pepper spray. You couldn’t forget that.

Just the necessities.

The sun bared itself down on James, making him feel hot. Even though there was a light, cool breeze. He still felt hot. But not itchy though.

Next to him, you were looking up at the sky through your shades.

You were in deep thought.

Thinking. Thinking. Thinking.

Always thinking, you were. Pretty much. It was truly the understatement of the century, if you were going to be honest.

And as James finished typing his email to Nebula, you finally broke the silence.

“I don’t think we should be together anymore.”

It was enough to catch him for a loop.

Really, he was truly surprised.

As the kids these days said: “His wig was flown.”

… or something like that. Maybe he’d ask Rebecca to brush up on that Gen Z slang.

He was at a loos for words as you suddenly sat up from your laying position.

“We should just be separate from now on. Separate bedrooms. Separate schedules.” You were quick to explain to him, in order for him not to get the wrong idea.

Because you already had suffered one scandal that involved him already. You didn’t want to suffer another one.

“We already have separate schedules…” were the only words he could bring himself to say to you.

“You know what I mean.” You sighed. As if that would resolve everything.

And it wasn’t that James was angry at you for making a boundary. Because that was what this was. A boundary. And that was okay that you were making one. This marriage was vastly different than his first one to you. This time, it was different. The dynamics were different and James was okay with adapting to change. He had done it after your divorce, and his second divorce with Dot. He had done it when his parents announced that they were stepping down and he had been crowned King without a ruling Queen by his side.

Change was okay. Change was fine. Change was apart of life. He could handle change.

But this?

This?

This made him feel a deeply unsettling feeling in the pits of his stomach.

Deep inside himself, he knew that this was karma getting back at him. How many nights had he imagined being remarried to you again? To get a chance to start over with you again? To get a chance to call you his wife properly? To revel in the joy that he was once again, married to you? That he could be happy to tell people that you were his wife?

Somehow, someway, he knew that was laughable. You? Willingly be his wife again?

Please.

He knew you had to deeply convince yourself to even agree to marry him after his proposal. You even fought with your mother over it, telling her that you needed to marry James. That way, Pamela would be able to have both parents instead of being bounced around for half the year. You certainly as hell didn’t want to fucking do that. That was off the table for you.

“You have to know James. I married you for duty. I married you for comfort. I married you for our daughter. I married you for the sake of our daughter.” You said, but James felt as if he wasn’t here. Not in the present moment. He was off somewhere else, deep in his mind. But those last two words stirred him back.

Our daughter.

He loved his daughter. He loved her immensely. He would never be able to wash away the guilt that he felt, every time he looked at her, or even glanced in her direction and remembered that he lost over a decade of her life. He hadn’t been able to hear her first word, see her walk her first steps, or even see her taking out her baby teeth.

James would never be able to experience those things ever again. He couldn’t just magically wave a fucking magic wand and experience those precious moments. Even though some part of him, a greedy part of him wanted to desperately do that. If he was given the chance, he would jump at the opportunity if it presented itself.

And he knew deep in his heart that you had every reason, every jurisdiction to say and do what you did. If the roles were reversed, he still would’ve felt the same.

It just… it just hurt too much.

So he couldn’t muster up the words.

Instead, he said nothing.

You had taken his words as him agreeing. So, like him, you also didn’t say anything. The subject was already discussed. There would be nothing else to discuss.

But still… there was that deep part of you. That deep achy part of you that screamed that this was wrong. That this was totally wrong.

You squashed that part of you. Silenced it utterly and completely.

This was the right thing to do.

So why the hell didn’t it feel right?

For once, you didn’t have a straight answer to that.

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Daddy

A/N: I posted these stories on my old tumblr account“mylove4life”. Criticism is much appreciated.

Summary: usage of the word daddy through the life of y/n stark.

Warnings: swearing

Pairings: peter parker x reader (dating), tony stark x daughter reader.

Words: 495

Dear Mr Bernard,

The word “daddy” has always been a special word in my vocabulary. It was something I called my dad, when I was younger and he is one of the most important people in my life. So I’ll regale you with the usage of the word “daddy” in my life.

2 years old: it was my first word, well not really my first word was avengers (still wonder where I got that from) so let’s not get off track (stupid stark ADHD). I called my dad “daddy” because well everybody in the cartoons I watched called their fathers daddy.

8 years old: Dad recently was kidnapped and told the media that he was Iron Man so whenever he was hurt and/or coming back from a mission, I called him daddy. He always got a little genuine smile on his face and I was like happy, ya know dad didn’t give out genuine smiles, it was like a warm hug with tons of hot chocolate.

10 years old: I am not proud to say that I didn’t call and meet him as much I as should have but the chitauri and hammer/vanko stuff was annoying but give me a break, I was studying at M.I.T, yes I almost completed when I was 10/11 years old. 4/5 years before dad.

15 years old: I went to Midtown High because Pepper decided I needed to be around kids my age (I hate it…. I went to fucking M.I.T, lady) so why I used the word daddy (first get your head out of the gutters, I didn’t use it like that, you perverts) was because of an inside joke that included a spanking paddle, a certain peter parker, some Spiderman webs and a squirrel

(1 long humiliating, embarrassing and frustrating story that I will tell later If I’m in a good mood)

17 years old: I used the word to tell dad I was dating peter parker, it went like this

(Y/n: Daddy I’m dating peter

Dad: how/why in the name of holy fuck are dating peter?

Y/n: daddy, which peter are you talking about?

Dad: I’m talking about quill, why?why?him.

Y/n: daddy no not that one he’s like 40,

Peter Quill interrupted us and said “Excuse me I’m 37” both of us glared at him and he gave us a judgemental look and walked away.

Y/n: I’m talking about Peter Parker,

Dad: Sure, He is a good kid, don’t break him

Y/n: ok daddy :)

just a short version of how it went. And I also used it with my Puppy dog/Disney princess to get what I wanted.

Well whoop-dee-doo would u look at the time it’s late, time to go away. But the outro for this journal entry is not done so I’ll do it right now. This is the way I used the word “daddy” in my life. Well my very short life. So I hope you were not bored and it was good.

LOVE, Y/N Stark.

#tony x peter #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter quill #tony stank #tony stark x daughter #tony stark #stark!reader #stark!daughter #anthony edward stark #pepper potts #Mr. Bernard

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - The Third Year

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Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.

Chapter Words: 7.290K

Chapter Notes: Wanda x Reader friendship is here. And more about the world history. I’m pretty sure this is the last chapter where things are easy going. Just like Harry Potter, things start to get dark during four year. Good reading to everyone, i hope you like the story so far.

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Your list of materials is much longer in the third year.

Tony complains that you shouldn't have taken so many classes, but you are so curious to explore the areas of magic that you can't help it.

This time, Mantis meets you in the diagonal alley. You were hoping to spend some time with Gamora and Nebula as well, but once you get a glimpse of their father, you know that's not going to happen.

Thanos is a tall, muscular man, and has a permanent aggressive look on his face. He also kept his hands on the shoulders of his two daughters while they were waiting to be attended to at Flourish and Blotts. You also noticed that your friends were wearing very beautiful and remarkably expensive dark green capes, and just like their father's outfit, they had a bundle of a silver snake. That was the first time you understood what Slytherin pride meant.

"He's scary." Mantis commented softly beside you. You nodded in agreement. Groot, who was a little bigger since you saw him last year, jumped on your shoulder, sitting next to your ear. You smiled at the creature before looking forward again.

You and Mantis were standing at the entrance of store, and saw your friends through the window. You gave up the idea of complementing them when you saw their father.

"Let's restock the potions list first, Mantis." You tell her. "Then we'll buy our books."

You meet Tony again at the Leaky Cauldron after you finish. He hides something from you quickly, but you are distracted by an apple muffin flying towards you, and you don't ask.

Bucky was staying at the Leaky Cauldron because his house had a magical accident. His father said something about a persistent spell flood. Since the rest of Bucky's family were muggle, only he and his father were staying there, solving the problem while Bucky's sisters were at his aunt's house.

Since everyone needed to buy the materials for the new school year, Tony asked you to join his friends when you were done buying your stuff.

After lunch with everyone, Mantis said goodbye to you, and you returned Groot to her hands.

You led her to the exit of the bar, but as you walked back to the table, a conversation caught your attention.

"I'm telling you, they saw him in Sokovia." A bearded man whispered. He looked so nervous, you couldn't help but pay attention. The woman standing next to him, a cup of a strange liquor in her hands, rolled her eyes.

"That's miles away, Thomas." She said. "If Korvac gets anywhere near London, the ministry will send him back to Azkaban in two seconds."

"He's already escaped once, Sara." You rebut the man.

You frown at the conversation. Walking back, you have a thoughtful frown on your face, and Tony teases you.

You get distracted by Steve's jokes about the coming year, and forget all about it.

It's only after you've packed your bag, during dinner, that you remember.

"I heard something strange today." You say casually as Tony and your father dine beside you. "Some folks in the Leaky Cauldron were talking about someone escaping from Azkaban."

Your father chokes. Tony stares at you, and ducks his head when your father looks at him angrily. Howard gaze softens when he looks at you however.

"Honey, who told you that?"

You shrug.

"No one told me dad." You reply. "I ended up overhearing two strangers talking about it. I never knew about anyone escaping from Azkaban before, it seemed important."

Tony kicks you under the table, and you frown in confusion. Your father takes a deep breath.

"Honey, listen to me carefully, will you?" He begins, and you worry at his serious tone. "There are important things going on at Daddy's work. Things that could be dangerous." He says and you look at him in surprise. "You and your brother are too young to be getting into such matters, and I hope you will trust me to keep you both safe."

"Yes, dad." Tony assures, but you remain silent. A moment later, you add:

"Daddy, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"No honey." He says taking back his fork.

"It's okay to tell me what's going on, I won't be scared. I can help..."

"Enough!" He exclaims angrily punching the table. You jump lightly in your chair, startled. Your father doesn't look at you. "I don't want you to hear anything about this anymore. You two are children, and it's dangerous. Have I made myself clear?"

You look at Tony, but he is glaring at the plate in front of you.

Swallowing the urge to cry, you get up, hurrying to run to your room.

Your father calls you several times, but you don't answer.

A few minutes after you are in your bed, he appears in your room. His posture is much gentler than before, and he kneels down beside your bed.

"Honey, hey." He calls to you. You keep your face in the pillow, and he sighs. "I'm sorry for yelling at you." He says, and with your silence, he continues. "Can you forgive me?"

It takes a few seconds, but you look at him, and nod. Howard smiles faintly.

"You and your brother are the most important things in my life." He says fondly. "And I would never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me."

"Dad, you can't control what is in the rest of the world."

Your father chuckles lightly.

"Yeah I know." He says. "Damn, I wanted you to stay a little girl forever, so you wouldn't be so smart."

You laugh, pushing his shoulder lightly.

"You're not going to tell me what's going on, are you?" You ask and your father sighs, looking away.

"It's nothing that will affect you honey." He says. "It's just problems of the magical world. I don't want you meddling in something like that. Not at this age."

You sit down on the bed next, raising your pinky to your father.

"I swear I won't pry into such business if you promise to tell me if things get serious enough for me to know."

Her father laughs, raising his own pinky then.

"I promise, kiddo."

You both laugh as you take the oath, and your father hugs you next. When he lets go and stands up, you pull his hand away.

"Apologize to Tony, Daddy." You ask surprising him slightly. "He doesn't like it when you yell either."

Your father sighs, bending down to kiss your forehead. He asked you to go to sleep before he closed the door.

//-//

It is very cold when you arrive at Hogwarts.

But you don't care because all your friends link arms and walk together, making you laugh at the confused looks you get when the other students notice the small row.

Over dinner, your mood changes quickly however.

"I imagine it has come to the attention of many students here, especially the older ones, the recent untoward events in the magical world." Principal Harkness began during the announcement of the new school year. She had a serious and authoritative tone, and deep dark circles under her eyes. You have never seen her like this before. "But for those of you who are not aware, the dark wizard known as Korvac escaped from Azkaban a few months ago." The hall exploded into murmurs at the mention. You saw Professor Strange lock his jaw, probably disagreeing that such a topic should be broached with eleven-year-olds. "After much consideration, the Ministry of Magic thought it best to apply additional security to the castles."

"So, starting next week, we will have special guests at the Hogwarts castles; The ministry has determined that aurors and Azkaban guards will be guarding the outside of the grounds."

The crowd erupted in boos as soon as the words echoed in the hall. Your Hufflepuff colleagues remarked in horror that the dementors, the guards of Azkaban, were terrifying, and you sought your brother's gaze at the Slytherin table, but he was looking earnestly at the principal.

Agatha sighed impatiently, and the hall fell silent. She asked everyone to be careful with the guards in Azkaban, not to give them reason to fight back. And then she returned to the daily announcements as if nothing had happened.

You didn't eat very well after that.

History of Magic with Professor Okoye was one of the hardest classes in school.

You were hoping to get decent grades this year, but you were assigned to be with Peter as your pair, so you knew you would have to work for two, as your friend had no interest at all in that subject.

"Why don't you try to pay attention?" You asked slightly annoyed as you made your notes. Quill was drawing small dragons in his notebook.

"I want to be a famous Quidditch player, I don't need to know the history of the Goblin revolution for that."

You sighed, turning your attention back to the blackboard. Several minutes after class had begun, a Gryffindor student raised his hand.

"Professor Okoye, may I ask you a question?" it was Thor Odinson, and he seemed to have grown at least twenty inches over the summer. You noted that his hair was also longer when you looked back, wondering who was speaking.

"Of course, Odinson." The teacher said with a gentle smile. Thor cleared his throat as he lowered his hand, seeming to hesitate.

"Could you tell us about the Mephisto followers?"

The room fell absolutely silent at the mention of the name, and many students looked at Thor with wide eyes. The smile on Professor Okoye's face completely disappeared.

"Where did you hear that name, boy?" she asked sternly, Thor swallowed dryly.

"M-my father, ma'am." He replied. "I heard him send a bawler to the ministry quoting that name. When I asked, he told me to study the history of the wizarding world. I thought I would ask you because I couldn't find anything in the books."

The room looked at the teacher expectantly. Okoye sighed, seeming to decide whether to talk about it or not.

"Listen to me carefully please." She asked as she walked around the tables. "Some years ago long before any of you were born, there was a sorcerer who made all the wrong choices. He sought immeasurable power, and was never satisfied with his own abilities. And many other wizards believed that the quest for ultimate power was something worth dying for. When this wizard became a symbol of power and cruelty, he named himself Mephisto."

Her classmates exchanged startled looks, but the teacher continued to tell.

"The dark wizards and witches who supported this quest became known as the Followers of Mephisto, or Walkers of Death. The magical ministries around the world banded together to put an end to the group, and there was a great battle, where most of these wizards were imprisoned or killed in a duel."

"What happened to Mephisto?" Thor asks suddenly, interrupting the narration. The teacher hesitates, but then gives a reassuring smile.

"He's dead, of course." She assures.

"My mother says he was never found." Added another classmate, you think her name is Valkyrie, but you've never talked to her. Much buzz runs through the room at her utterance, and Professor Okoye twists her fingers nervously.

"When the Walkers of Death were eliminated, Mephisto lost his power." She tells seriously. "The last person who faced him is related to someone in this room actually."

Professor Okoye turns to you, and you want to sink into your chair, feeling your heart soar.

"Auror Howard Stark was the last sorcerer to fight Mephisto before his demise. Thirteen years ago." She says and you feel all the stares on you. "But that's enough from this matter for today, students. Mephisto's story is taboo in our witch community because of the thousands of lives that were lost during that period." She adds, "I hope you will be respectful about the memory of those victims, and not comment on such a thing, or mention the name of this despicable wizard again."

The teacher closes the subject after that, looking upset. You can't pay attention to the class again when she goes back to talking about the magical revolution.

//-//

"Did you knew about that?" You ask angrily when Tony looks unimpressed when you approach him in the third floor hallway, after searching all over the school for him.

He looks tired.

"Stop talking so loud, will you?" He asks looking around. "Of course I knew, I've been researching this story for months."

You frown in confusion, and Tony rolls his eyes leaning against the bookshelf next to him.

"I didn't tell you anything because you're only thirteen!" He adds nervously. "That's not children's business."

"It is my business if it involves our family!". You retort angrily. A group of students walk past you, looking at you curiously, but Tony just pretends to be admiring the trophies until they leave.

"Look, I don't really know what happened, but dad used to be an auror when mom was alive." He recounts. "And then he took on this powerful sorcerer, and mom died when you were born. He became an inventor, switched departments in the mystery, and nobody talks about this Mephisto guy nowadays."

"Do you know what this has to do with the wizard who escaped from Azkaban?" you ask with your arms crossed, Tony gives a chuckle.

"Isn't it obvious, sis?" he retorts wryly. "Korvac was Mephisto's greatest ally at that time. And he escaped from the most secure prison in the world. A lot of people think that means the walkers are getting back in business again."

"My god Tony, why didn't dad tell us any of this?" You ask worriedly and Tony laughs humorlessly, looking upset.

He straightens his posture and points to the glass on the trophy shelf that was propped up.

"And there's more." He says. "Take a look at that."

You turn your face to stare at the objects that were stored there. Most were trophies, but there were also pictures of the Quidditch teams from previous years. Tony is pointing to one of those.

"No way." You whispered as you see it. In the caption on the board, it read "Howard Stark and Erik Lehnsherr receiving awards for their honorable service to the school." It was your father and your teacher, probably in their senior year, and they seemed both content. The magical photograph showed them hugging each other by the shoulders, huge smiles on their faces, and two golden cups in their hands.

"Yes, little sister." Tony said also looking at the picture. "Dad and Magneto were friends in school days. I wonder what happened to Professor Lehnsherr to make him so bitter. He looks happy in that picture."

The sound of the bell announcing the next period makes you jump in fright, as you were completely distracted by the photograph in front of you.

"Let's talk about this later, Tony, I have charms now and..."

"No way, Y/N!" Tony interrupted frowning. "That's none of your business. Dad told me that you promised to stay out of it, and I agree with him. You're too young!"

"Oh and you think he'll like knowing you're investigating this whole story?" You retort and Tony sighs, looking away, "That's what I thought.

"I'm not going to get you mixed up in this story."

"Fine, I'll find out on my own, then."

"Y/n..."

"See you, Tony."

//-//

Having dementors in the castle is really scary.

It's been two weeks since classes started, and with the first Quidditch game of the year approaching, you're pretty anxious.

You didn't make much progress in your research during those days. None of the professors wanted to say anything about Mephisto's time, and you lost fifteen points when you tried to ask Professor Lehnsherr about his school days, for being a snoozer.

The only things you found out other than what Tony told you were what Gamora and Nebula shared with you. They mentioned that Thanos was particularly busy during the summer, and that they had never seen him go to the Ministry so often before.

You also started reading the Daily Prophet, and every day they would publish something about Korvac's escape, even if it was only to say that there was no news in the case.

When the day of the first match arrived, you ignored the strange feeling that settled on the edge of your stomach as if something bad was going to happen.

You are overjoyed when you are in the air, waiting for the match to start, and notice that all of Tony's friends, including yourself, have yellow flags in their hands to cheer you on.

Everything goes well until the end of the first half.

You noticed a bludger almost reaching your chaser team mate, Clint Barton and moved forward to defend him many meters above the stadium. Because it was raining, your visibility was very poor. You knocked the ball away, but lost sight of Clint, although you heard him shout a thank you. As you dived down again, lightning exploded beside you, and you jumped in fright, feeling your ear whistle as you became completely disoriented.

As you began to get used to your surroundings again, you felt your body become completely tense. The cloud in front of you was almost a face shape, it looked like someone with horns or maybe wearing a tiara. The image dissolved in the next second, and you felt a strange chill run through your body. Releasing the broom handle only to hug your arms, you looked down, the whole team many meters away.

When you tried to join them, something came in your way.

Dementors must have been the scariest thing you had ever seen in your life. And there was one of them right in front of you. You widened your eyes in shock, and the creature looked straight at you.

Losing your strength quickly, you felt yourself slipping off the broom. A feeling as if you had been wrapped in a very painful spell overtook your body as you fell.

//-//

You woke up in a jolt, and warm hands pushed you back into bed.

"Relax, kid." Your brother spoke with a smile. "I swear I'll actually forbid you to play at some point."

"What happened?" you asked confused. All of your friends and Tony's friends around your bed.

"You fell off the broom, damn it." He retorted and you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah but there was a dementor up there..."

"Yeah, everyone saw it." Tony interrupted looking annoyed. "Professor Harkness kicked everyone out of the stadium after Professor Strange conjured up the patronus."

"I have never seen Professor Strange so angry." Gamora remarked next.

"Oh, there's something else." Natasha warned moving around the crowd to stand beside you on the bed. "Your broom fell into the Whomping Willow, and well. It' s right here."

In Nat's arms were the remains of what had once been your Nimbus 2000. You sighed in displeasure, but at least you could ask Jarvis to buy you another one.

After you were released from the nurse's office, Principal Harkness was waiting for you in the hallway. She waved for all your other colleagues to go their ways, as she escorted you to the Hufflepuff common room.

"Tell me, dear, are you feeling all right?" She asked tenderly. You nodded in agreement as you walked.

When you reached an empty hallway, she stopped walking, and touched your shoulder so that you would do the same. She knelt at your height and looked deep into your eyes.

"Tell me what you saw up there."

" Professor, I don't remember..." You started to say, but then fell silent, immediately recalling what you saw as you gaze the purple glow in front of you. It was as if your thoughts came out of your lips before you even thought to say them. "I saw an image in the clouds, it was like a horned creature or someone wearing a crown. Then the dementor reached me and I felt an immediate chill and unhappiness. I had the feeling that I was wrapped in a sensation of pain as I fell down."

The professor seemed to absorb every one of your words. She smiled then, her eyes returning to their normal color quickly, making you believe you had imagined the whole thing.

"Thank you dear." She said. "Let's keep this between us, okay?"

When you two walked back, you didn't remember any conversation at all.

//-//

Your first trip to Hogsmeade is amazing.

You buy two bags full of candy at the Honeydukes, and then you and your friends go to the Three Broomsticks, to have some buttery beer.

Quill seems to have become friends with Pietro Maximoff during Quidditch practice, because as soon as they see each other, they greet with a hug.

You ignore the feeling of nervousness that settles on the pit of your stomach when your gaze meets Wanda's.

Your friends don't mind sharing a table with the Maximoff twins, and that's how you end up sitting a few feet from Wanda, Gamora's watchful eye on you trying to understand why you're so quiet and flushed.

"Everyone is so nervous about the dementors at the castle, that I think we should try to do something fun. Like throw a party." Quill suggested to the group. Mantis looked excited.

"I think we could do something before Christmas." Gamora suggested and the group agreed.

"Does anyone have any idea where we can have this party? Quill asked." Since we are from different houses, maybe the common rooms are not a good option. I heard that the Slytherin kids don't really like the Hufflepuffs.”

Quill's teasing makes Wanda roll her eyes, but the rest of the table giggles. You look away to your cup.

"We could use some empty room on the seventh floor." Pietro suggested, and Quill gave an excited exclamation.

"This is a great idea." He said. "If the older students are going to participate, we can get some prefect to cover for us."

Quil looks at you and Mantis has to poke your shoulder for you to notice and pay attention.

"Sorry, what is it?" You ask when you notice all the looks on you.

"Can't you convince Steve Rogers to join us? He's your brother's boyfriend."

You laugh, nodding in agreement

"Okay folks, I'll try to call them all."

On the way back to the castle, after you spent the afternoon talking about the most diverse random subjects and telling jokes, you leave your hands in your pocket, because it is very cold.

Quill and Pietro start playing tag, and Wanda walks alone. You hurry up to join her.

"Hey." You greet with a smile, Wanda also has her hands in her pockets.

"Hey". She responds kindly.

"Is everything all right?"

"Yes?"

"Are you asking me?" You say back with humor and Wanda laughs, looking at the floor as she walks. "I… I thought it was cool this afternoon." You confess the next moment, feeling your face get hot. "With everyone together, I say. And you and your brother, it's ... you two are nice."

"Thank you, Stark." She replies with a smile. You move your fingers inside your pocket before you speak again.

"If we're going to be friends, you can use my first name". You say and Wanda looks at you, but you keep looking forward.

"Are you sure?" She asks after a moment. You frown without understanding. "Are you sure you want to be my friend?"

You look at Wanda in surprise. But then your expression softens.

"I thought we were going to be friends last year, but you looked angry every time you saw me."

Wanda laughed lightly, looking ahead.

"Yeah, I… I'm sorry about that." She says. "It wasn't something you did. It was just a few things I heard. And I ended up thinking that you were judging me like everyone else at that school." She tells you. "It would make sense since you saw me face the troll." Wanda whispered the last part. You bit your bottom lip before speaking again.

"You could have talked to me, you know?" You say. "I kept thinking that I had done something wrong."

Wanda said nothing, and you sighed, running your hands through your hair.

"We can forget about it and be friends now, what do you think?" You then suggested a smile on your face.

Wanda looked at you, and her green eyes cause something in your stomach to sink.

"I would like that."

"Cool." You comment breathlessly.

//-//

Being friends with Wanda is so natural that it almost surprises you.

Now whenever you sit down at the Slytherin table, there are two new members in your group of friends.

Eventually you discover that it was Quidditch that build Quill and Pietro friendship, as they stopped fighting because they were spending a lot of time training together.

At the Slytherin table, you know that Pietro and Quill receive angry looks because they are from Gryffindor, but no one has the courage to say anything to you, perhaps it is the deadly stare that Wanda gives anyone who dares to look foully at her brother.

You also succeed in inviting Steve and Tony, in addition to your brother's other friends, to the party before Christmas. Steve says that you all can use the old Astronomy room on seventh-on Saturday, and that the curfew would be at ten o'clock. The news of the party ends up spreading quickly around the school, but your friends don't seem to mind that it stopped being something small just between you guys.

When the day finally comes, you wear a comfortable jeans and sweatshirt set, realizing that it is a choice of clothes much more similar to Muggle-borns than pureblood but no one seems to care.

"Hey, you took so long" remarked Gamora as soon as you went up to the seventh floor and met her at the door of the room. "Come on, everyone is already in there"

As you took some of the non-alcoholic fruit drink that Mantis helped Quill make, you looked around the room. You waved sheepishly when your eyes met Wanda's, who was coming in. She looks very beautiful in her wine red sweater, and she smiled at you, and you didn't understand why you felt your stomach flip.

Soon everyone were all together, talking animatedly on various subjects. When Quill and Pietro started doing a dance competition, you laughed so hard that your belly was aching when they were done.

//-//

You have your first Divination class that week.

Professor Heimdall was already waiting for the students while he was sitting on a kind of ivory throne in the corner of the room, which smelled of incense that made your head spin slightly. It really was a remarkably mystical and mysterious environment, even for a magic school. The illumination was limited due to long white curtains on the walls, and there were many candles scattered around the room. Mantis whispered that this kind of thing was done to increase concentration when working with this kind of magic.

"Welcome to our first meeting on Divination, students, the most complex and unstable of magical arts." began the professor as soon as everyone was seated at the tables spread around the tower. "I must warn you that if you seek answers to your most personal questions here, you will most likely not find them. There is no stability in this subject."

Some students commented softly among themselves, but no one seemed willing to contradict the professor, his yellow eyes roaming over everyone in the room.

"Let's begin today's class with an introduction to the basics of study in divination." He warns, and with a flick of his wand, the cupboards at the back of the room open, and from there several sets of cups fly out to all the tables. Then the professor touches his wand to the teapot on the table, and it multiplies into four pairs, flying around to serve everyone.

When everyone has their cups full, Professor Heimdall goes to the small blackboard, and begins to explain how divination works. You hurry to start writing it down.

Many minutes later, when you have finished your tea, Mantis pokes your shoulder.

"Let me look at yours and you do mine?" she asks and you nod, handing her your cup. You clear your throat, looking intently at the dregs of tea in Mantis' cup.

"I don't see anything." You grumble, trying to concentrate. The powder doesn't seem to form anything.

"Remember to check the symbols in your books." Warned Professor Heimdall aloud the next moment. You took a deep breath, running your fingers across the paper as you tried to identify the images.

"Mantis, let's switch, I don't think I'm getting anything..." You start to say softly looking at your book, when you glance at your friend however, you frown in confusion. She has her gaze glazed on your cup, one hand covering her mouth, "Mantis, what happened?"

She gasps softly, and you straighten your position as you notice a thick tear running down her cheek, feeling your heart soar with worry.

"I'm... I'm so sorry." She sighs breathlessly, dropping her cup on the table. The noise attracts everyone's attention, but Mantis is getting up the next moment, and running out of the room. You stand up, but Professor Heimdall puts his hand on your shoulder.

"Don't worry, miss Stark." He says. "It's common for those more sensitive to divination to have that kind of reaction in their first contact with the spirit world." He explains with a tender look. You don't understand why, but his voice calms you. "Go back to your activity, I will talk to your friend."

He waves to the rest of the room next, and then leaves. You sit back down, exchanging worried glances with Gamora and Nebula who are at the table in front of you.

Your first action is to look at the cup that Mantis has thrown on the table, but the impact has broken it at the bottom, and the liquid has run down the cloth. You sigh in dissatisfaction, using your wand to clean up the mess.

When class is over, Gamora and Nebula quickly join you.

"Any idea what that was about?" Gamora asks as you walk together through the castle.

"No, she just got a glazed look in her eyes, and then she ran off." You count. "I'll try to ask her in potions class."

"Maybe she saw some evil omen." Nebula comments, and Gamora elbows her in the stomach. "Ouch."

You frown worriedly.

"Does that mean something bad is going to happen to me?"

Gamora denies with her head, forcing a smile as if trying to reassure you.

"Bad omens can be many things, even something silly, like losing a sock in your room." She says and you leave your hands in your pockets, not feeling reassured by this information.

"Yeah, but Mantis wouldn't cry over a sock." You retort and Nebula nods in agreement, but Gamora has a serious expression.

"I'd rather think it's nothing bad." She says. "Professor Heimdall said it's normal for sensitive students to have that reaction, isn't it?" She adds and you shrug. "Maybe she's just been watching you lose a game or something, but she was so overwhelmed with having seen something, that she got emotional."

"I hope you're right." You grumble as you reach the stairs. You sigh. "See you at lunch, girls. Have a good History of Magic class."

Gamora and Nebula wave goodbye and head in the opposite direction from you after they watch the staircase move.

You hurry to avoid being late for potions.

//-//

Mantis doesn't come to the dungeon either. You poke Quill in the back as he sits down in front of you, and ask if he's seen her anywhere, but he shrugs, worried that you don't know either. You just sigh, telling him what happened in class.

"I'm glad I didn't take that subject." He says as he hears the story. "I've heard that some people learn to see the day that the other person is going to die. That's scary."

You laugh incredulously.

"That sounds like a lie."

Quil shrugs his shoulders. "That's what I heard."

You wish you could talk more, however Professor Erik entered the room the next moment, and everyone fell silent. You tried to forget about the divination class by concentrating on making your poison antidote correctly next.

//-//

You only found Mantis at lunchtime.

Or rather, she found you.

You had just come out of charm class, and she was waiting for you outside. You looked at her with surprise and concern, but she just smiled, looking much more relaxed than earlier.

"I'm sorry I disappeared." She says. "Professor Heimdall thought it best that I get some rest, and then he taught me some things about aural sensitivity."

"I don't know what that means." You comment making her smile.

"It doesn't matter." She says. "I'm sorry for scaring you earlier."

You shake your head.

"Mantis, come on, no need to stress about it." You retort. "I was worried about you, and I'm sure it wasn't your fault."

Mantis smiles, looking forward. You bite the inside of your cheek, finding her strangely calm and distant.

"Do you remember what you saw in my cup?" You ask hesitantly, and a small glint passes through Mantis' eyes, but then she smiles quietly, denying it.

"It was no great thing, I believe." She says. "Professor Heimdall has assured me that it must have been just a bad memory, and that there is nothing to worry about."

You frown, but something in Mantis' expression tells you that she just won't talk about it anymore. Not wanting to make your friend uncomfortable, you don't press the issue again.

//-//

It's Christmas again, and you don't go home.

This year Hogwarts is much emptier than it usually is, and you know that it's because of the dementors.

The vast majority of the families, even those who usually leave their children at Hogwarts, have asked the students to return home. Your father briefly mentioned in his last letter how there were many requests for shift changes during the holiday period.

Tony also stayed in the castle, you knew he was planning to enter the forbidden section of the library, and he had told you to mind your own business when you asked if you could help.

Surprisingly, Gamora and Nebula returned home. It was very unusual because Thanos didn't like parties, but they promised to write to you. Mantis always returned home, so you just handed over your present before hugging her goodbye. Quill and the Maximoffs stayed with you.

"You know you're losing right?" you remarked with amusement as you were spending time with your friends in the Gryffindor communal room, a wizard chessboard in front of you. Quill let out an annoyed groan.

"That game is harder than it looks." He grumbled looking at the pieces. " Knight move to E3 please."

The piece moved, cursing softly that Quill was making a stupid move, and you laughed.

"Can't you see her bisbe right there you idiot? "Squinted the black item, and Quill sighed in irritation.

"You want to play by yourself, do you?" He retorted, and Pietro and Wanda who were watching you two, giggled.

"Are you talking to the game, Quill?" Pietro teased as if the boy in front of him was crazy.

After you beat Peter, it was your turn to face Pietro. He was a much better player, but he still made a lot of thoughtless moves.

Someone walked past the door, and you heard noises of footsteps, and then there was a girl joining you all.

"Hey, Monica!" Pietro greeted the girl cheerfully as soon as he saw her. The girl smiled at him. "Guys, this is Monica Rambeau, she is..."

"Professor Rambeau's daughter." Quill completes as if it is obvious. And you and Wanda smile at the girl. "Everybody knows Monica, man."

"What are you guys doing?" The girl asks curiously.

"Playing chess."

"Losing at chess, you mean right?" you tease with a smile. Pietro and Quill laugh in agreement, Wanda is distracted by the book in her hands.

"Do you want to hang out with us?" Pietro asks.

"Actually, I'm going to go outside." Monica says excitedly. "I just went in to get a coat. Darcy and I are going to make a snowman. Why don't you guys join us?"

You exchange glances with your friends. They all seem to think the same thing. And that's how you end up in the outside yards, in a snowball war.

" Back off, Pietro, I'm on your team!" You yell at the older Maximoff who has just hit you with an icy snowball to the chest. Pietro laughs.

"In war it's every man for himself!" He shouts running toward you. You laugh as you run away from him, preparing to hit Quill who is in the opposite direction.

"Hey, get down!" You heard someone shout and you turned around, obeying the order as soon as you noticed Darcy's raised arm toward you. She threw a snowball at someone behind you, and you laughed when Pietro let out an exclamation. Running toward the girl, you thanked her with a wave of your hand before running back.

After hitting Monica and Quill twice, you ran out of Pietro's reach when he appeared at your side, laughing. Stumbling, you ended up miscalculating your speed, and knocked Wanda down next.

"That's a foul." Joked Pietro as he watched you two fall, laughing along with both of you. Before he could throw a snowball at you, Quill was back and he ran. You helped Wanda up as you apologized for knocking her down.

"One point each." She says holding the snowball at chest height. You smile, and wait for her to throw the snow at you. She laughs when she has done so gently, pushing the ball against your shoulder, the icy liquid running down your blouse making you shiver slightly.

You pick up a snowball from the ground next, but when you look at Wanda, her face flushed with cold, and emerald eyes sparkling with amusement, you don't have the heart, and just smile wryly, making her look at you curiously.

"What is it?" she asks confused by the way you are just looking, making no mention of throwing the snow at her.

But the moment was broken next, when you all heard an animalistic noise nearby, and turned your heads with curiosity.

A few meters away was the guardian of the lands, Drax, leading a line of winged horses through the snow. You and your friends let out a chorus of excitement.

"Wow, look at the size of those horses." Pietro commented looking in the same direction.

"They're not horses, people!" Monica exclaimed excitedly. "They're unicorns! Mom said we were going to study them next class don't you remember?"

Only when Monica said this did you squeeze your eyes shut to get a better look, and you could see the white horns in the distance. Drax waved at you from a distance when he noticed that you all were looking. He led the horses to the area where the class on Magical Creatures was usually held, and you saw that Professor Rambeau was waiting for him.

After that, it seemed to get colder. And you all decided to go inside and have some hot chocolate, as you took your friends into the kitchens. The elves were happy to serve you sweet breads and cakes, even outside of dinner time.

//-//

On Christmas morning, all of your friends, including Tony and Natasha who was Tony's only friend to stay at Hogwarts, gathered at the same table in the main hall for the gift exchange.

"Stop fussing, boy, you'll mess up the presents!" You heard Darcy complain to Quill. She and Monica were also with you because Pietro invited them. Neither of you guys minded, because they were very nice.

"I'm just trying to get a peek." Retorted Peter raising the gift package in the air out of Darcy's reach.

"It's not your gift, so you can't look!"

You laughed at the interaction, finishing opening the package in front of you. Natasha had given you a new collection of wand care products and you loved it.

"You do need to take better care of your wand indeed." Teased Tony when he saw the gift. You laughed while waving a middle finger at him, and stood up to hug Nat in appreciation.

Most of the gifts were clothes, and candy. You bought a collection of exploding snap cards for Quill, and he was very pleased, already throwing the cards on the table to play with everyone. Pietro and Monica eventually agreed to participate, while Darcy watched them.

"That's mine right there." You said shyly to Wanda as she picked up one of the packages from the stack. "I hope you like it."

Wanda bit her lower lip in anticipation as she opened the package. And when the red scarf became visible, she fell silent, and it was your turn to be nervous.

"I know you're from Slytherin and all, but I've noticed that you really like red." You hasten to justify. "And then I saw this scarf in Hogsmeade and I remembered that day after charms class that you forgot your scarf and Pietro lent you his and so I thought it would be a good idea and..."

"I loved it." She interrupts looking at you. Her cheeks redden and a tender smile on her lips. You relax with relief immediately.

"Oh, right." You say. "Good, then."

You think you've been looking into Wanda's eyes too long, because your face is starting to heat up. But Peter gives a celebratory shout for getting the card move right, and you and Wanda look away quickly. She puts on her scarf next, and you look down at your lap to hide the silly smile that insists on escaping your lips.

//-//

When classes at Hogwarts return, the Dementors leave.

Apparently there was a big commotion in the Ministry of Magic. You hear many students commenting on this during the class break. And then there is a story in the Daily Prophet saying that Korvac was killed in combat with aurors in London, but there are also many people saying that this is a lie, and that he has run away again and the Ministry of Magic doesn't want to assume to the public.

Anyway, Headmistress Harkness removes the dementors from the castle and the atmosphere in the school improves considerably.

Nebula has a large purple mark on her left eye when she returns. Gamora tells everyone that she fell off her broomstick. You choke when she tells only you that it was Thanos who did this after he caught her snooping in his office.

"You can't tell anyone about this, okay?" She asks tearfully and you nod frantically, hugging her to calm her down. "I've never seen our father like that."

"It's okay now, Gamora." You say tightening in your embrace. "I will help you."

When you write to your father, asking what to do in a situation where the dangers are indoors, he says that Stark Mansion is big enough to accommodate your friends.

When you come home for the vacations after doing very well on your final exams, Gamora and Nebula are with you.

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marvelfanfics1 · 2 years

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Hi!

Ok, I think Groot would try to be such a good caregiver. Not that he really understands so he isn't full time but he would babysit. Always carrying you around, snatching snacks and trinkets for you (sometimes stealing but he doesn't know that), and covering your eyes when something scary happens.

Could you maybe write a babysitter cg Groot x little reader? Whenever you get the chance. Thank you for reading!

Little Guardian

Pairing: cg!Guardians x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, fluff

A/n: This idea is soooo cute! I enjoyed writing it so much, if you have more ideas with the Guardians just send them in ;) I made it like all the Guardians take care of the reader but it's a bit more focused on Groot's and reader's friendship, I hope that's okay and that you enjoy it <3

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One day Quill went to the Collector again just to exchange something and when he saw you sitting in one of those cages he knew instantly you were from earth.

Peter didn't care how many Units he had to pay or what the crew would say.

He only had to take one look at you and had the need to take you somewhere safe and help you.

You didn't say a single word when he picked you up and carried you away, you were far too scared and shaking like a leaf, not knowing what that stranger would do to you.

He wasn't scary looking and you somehow felt more at ease when he smiled at you.

"I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe now, I promise"

You sighed in relief and rested your head on his shoulder, finally feeling safe enough to close your eyes.

"Quill, you had one job." Rocket remarked and watched Peter gently placing you on one of their seats, buckling you in without waking you up.

"Could you shut up for a second!" Peter whisper-yelled and motioned his team members to follow him somewhere else where they can talk freely.

"Peter, who is that and why did you bring her here?" Gamora asked and Peter sighed.

"Listen, I know this might sound stupid but I just couldn't leave her there. She looked miserable and I know she's from earth, I don't want to know how the Collector got her in the first place," he said and the others stayed quiet.

Gamora turned her head to look at your sleeping form. She saw Groot placing a blanket over your body and smiled a little when he pat your head gently. Quill was right, you definitely didn't look healthy and she felt bad for you. What you had to go through must have been hard to take in.

"Okay, she can sleep in my bed until we find another solution," Gamora said and kissed Peter on his cheek.

"Thank you."

"So, we're going to keep it?" Drax asked and Quill gave him a 'what the hell' look when he referred to you as 'it'.

"Dude, she's not a pet," Peter told him. "But yes, she's going to stay with us. A new member of the Guardians" he smiled.

One month later

"Y/n, sweetheart, put that down for daddy, yeah?" Peter tried to stay calm while you were giggling and running around with one of his weapons.

"You have ta catch me first!" you shout and suddenly bumped into Groot, who took the weapon out of your hand making you pout.

"I am Groot" he scolded and you huffed, turning to Peter.

"Sowwy I took your blaster, daddy," you said and Groot pat your head two times, you smiled again and took his hand.

Peter was still shocked at how fast Groot handled this situation and Gamora chuckled while walking over to him.

"How is he doing that?" he asked.

"Are we getting a little jealous?" Gamora smirked and Peter scoffed.

"Jealous? Me? Never." he said confidently and they both saw you sitting on Groot's lap, playing with his old Gameboy and squealing in joy. "Maybe a little."

"Just remember who she is going to cuddle with later when it's time for bed" she reminds him, making her way over to you and booped your nose.

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Groot and you had a special bond and would spend a lot of time with him. He's so protective of you that when there's a fight he would rather stay with you on the Milano to make sure you're safe.

Sometimes when you visited other planets you were always allowed to leave the ship but only with one of the others and you have to hold one of their hands at all times.

"Gwoot look!" you pointed at something that looked like a stuffed animal. "It looks funny" you smiled and Groot did so as well.

"Y/n, come on, we have to go!" Peter called for you and you rushed over to him.

Back in the ship you were sitting in your little play area, playing with your toys when Groot stood in front of you with his arms behind his back.

You gasped when he showed you the stuffed animal you saw earlier. You jumped up and took the stuffie, feeling how soft it is.

"Fank you!" you smiled and hugged Groot tightly.

"I am Groot" he smiled back and handed you a juice box too.

You took that stuffie everywhere, to bed, to eat, to the bathroom, and would get upset when you lost him somewhere in the ship and everyone would end up helping to find it.

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The End of the World- Peter Parker One Shot

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Prompt: As a daughter of Thanos, you betrayed him to join Gamora and Nebula with the Guardians. You thought it was the end of the world when he started collecting the Infinity Stones, but then you found a source of hope- you met Peter Parker.

Word Count: 7000

Warnings: severe daddy issues (i mean it’s thanos?), mentions of anxiety, discussion of self-sacrifice (could be triggering as suicide), maybe some swearing, violence, death

A/N: so the reader has a regular skin color (aka not blue/green/purple)

Based On: End of the World by Kelsea Ballerini

Masterlist Peter Parker Masterlist

*Gif is not mine*

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You paced the ship anxiously. They should be back by now. You didn’t know why you’d agreed to stay behind; you should’ve gone, you should’ve been there to help them fight Thanos on Knowhere. Gamora had told you, though, that it’d be better if you were safe, if he couldn’t get his hands on you again. While the two of you may not have been blood sisters, you were raised alongside her and Nebula as a daughter of Thanos; with your special abilities to control the elements, he found you extra advantageous for his glorious plan. You were too powerful for Gamora and the rest of the guardians to lose you to him.

Hearing the transport ship dock, you knew they were back. You went to greet them, nervous to see what happened, if they had gotten the stone or not. Quill brushed you off, keeping his head low and his face tight with frustration.

“He took her.” Mantis told you quietly, and you felt your heart shatter. If he took her, that meant you were one step closer to losing this battle.

“Quill!” You yelled, chasing after him. He was supposed to protect her, but he was also supposed to kill you or Gamora if either of you got taken. “Did you- did you even try?”

“Did I try to protect her or did I try to kill her?” He asked, tears in his eyes.

“Both.” You said, but his lack of words let you know he had, “If Thanos gets the soul stone-”

“What if we got it before him? You, Gamora, Nebula, you all know where it is. We could beat him to it.” Drax offered, and you shook your head.

“I promised my sister to never go there, to never speak of its location. If I took us there, we could just be leading him there.”

“What will we do?” Mantis asked. Quill may be the leader of the team, but you were the one with the most experience with Thanos, your disgusting excuse for a “father”. Before you could respond, a message came through the speaker. It was Nebula, calling for you to meet her on Titan with the rest of the team.

“We go to Titan.” You said, sitting down in the pilot seat. Quill was angry and upset with himself and with Thanos; he was in no state to fly.

The trip to Titan was brief and you watched as Ebony Maw’s ship came into view. As it traveled into Titan’s atmosphere, it crashed to the ground, making you wonder what happened to Maw. Quill quickly devised a plan, and you all got ready to attack. He blasted the side off the ship and all four of you ran into the destroyed ship. You saw three figures, two in seemingly red and gold metal suits and the third in an odd costume.

“Mantis!” You called out to her, seeing one of the metal figures shoot sticky web substances at her, freezing her in her spot. You quickly shot a blast of fire at the strange enemy, only for it to turn towards you and grow four extra long metal limbs. You continued to shoot flames at it, but it jumped too quickly for you to hit it. Finally, you hit the figure with a gust of air, shooting it down to the ground. With one hand, you wrapped their torso and arms with water as if it were a rope, keeping them from moving; with the other hand, you held a fireball near its head threateningly.

“Everybody stay where you are. Chill the f out.” Quill spoke up, standing near you defensively. He removed his helmet to speak. He pointed the gun at the other metal figure, standing on Drax with his guns for hands raised, “I’m going to ask you this one time. Where is Gamora?”

“I’ll do you one better. Who’s Gamora?” The other man asked, his mask vanishing to show a human face. You jumped a little in surprise, but kept your grip steady.

“I’ll do you one better. Why is Gamora?” Drax questioned and you looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“Tell me where the girl is or I swear to you I’m gonna French fry this little freak.” Quill demanded, holding his gun up to the stranger in your hands.

“Let’s do it. You shoot my guy and I’ll blast him. Let’s go!” The other shouted.

“Do it, Quill. I can take it.” Drax insisted.

“No, he can’t!” You and Mantis both protested.

“She’s right. You can’t.” The other stranger with the orange magic shields said.

“Oh, yeah, you don’t want to tell me where she is? That’s fine, I’ll kill all three of you, and I’ll beat it out Thanos myself.” Quill threatened further. He turned to the one in your arms, “Starting with you.”

“Quill,” You tried to stop him. There was no way Thanos would entrust Gamora’s whereabouts to humans- but yet again, you still didn’t know if the one you were holding was human. It felt human?

“Wait what? Thanos?” The magician-like one asked. “All right, let me ask you this one time. What master do you serve?’

“What master do I serve? What am I supposed to say? Jesus?”

“You’re from Earth?” The one threatening Drax asked.

“I’m not from Earth. I’m from Missouri.” Quill corrected him.

“Yeah, that’s on Earth, dipshit.” The stranger said. You held back a laugh; you weren’t sure if you trusted these odd people, but you appreciated their humor when it came to Quill. “What are you hassling us for?”

“So you’re not with Thanos?” The one in your arms asked quietly.

“With Thanos?” Quill questioned, sounding offended. “No, I’m here to kill Thanos.”

“He took my sister. Who are you?” You asked and the mask of the one you held disappeared. So it was a he and he was a human.

“We’re the Avengers.”

“You’re the ones Thor told us about.” Mantis piped up.

“You know Thor?” The one by Drax looked from Mantis to you to Quill.

“Yeah, tall guy, not that good looking, needed saving.” Quill stated, making you roll your eyes.

“Look, okay, we’re all on the same team then. We’re all here to stop Thanos.” The stranger stepped off Drax and you let go of the one you held. He left to stand by the other two and Drax came beside you and Quill. You felt your eyes linger on the stranger; he looked far too young to be a part of all this, but yet again so were you. You didn’t know much about humans, except for the few you had met like Quill, and you’d dare to say he was cute.

“I’m Doctor Stephen Strange. This is Tony and Peter, or Iron Man and Spider-Man.” The non-metal one said, gesturing to the others.

“I’m Peter Quill, call me Star-Lord.” Quill stated. “And this is Drax the Destroyer, Y/N, and Mantis.”

“That’s the time stone.” You pointed out, your eyes landing on the doctor’s necklace.

He shifted almost defensively, looking at you quizzically for your comment, “I took an oath to protect this stone. Thanos is not getting it, nor anyone else.”

“I’m not looking to take it from you.” You told him, “What happened to Maw?”

“Maw?” The young Peter asked.

“Ebony Maw. One of Thanos’ children and lieutenants. This is his ship. I assume he was trying to acquire the time stone for Thanos. Where is he?”

“We killed him.” Iron Man replied, unremorsefully.

“Serves him right.” You felt a weight lift off your shoulders- one last psychotic ‘sibling’ to take care of. You turned to Quill, “We should leave this ship. Thanos will be coming here for that stone. With the power, space, and reality stone, we need to be ready.” You started on your way out with the rest of the guardians.

“Excuse me, but how do you know so much about Thanos and these stones?” Doctor Strange asked you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Because I’m his daughter.” You said, turning sharply and leaving Maw’s wrecked ship. You and Quill needed to focus on a plan.

“I should go check in with Nebula. She should be here soon.” You told Quill, pulling him away from Mantis and Drax momentarily.

“Let me know if she hears anything about Gamora.” He said, his voice stumbling a bit. “And I’m sorry, I couldn’t-”

“It’s fine, Quill. I’m sure there wasn’t much you could’ve done if he had the reality stone already as well as the power and space.” You reassured him. “If he comes back without the soul stone and he tries to get me, make sure you-” You cut yourself off, not wanting to say the words that would make it too real. How can you ask someone to kill you, even with the fate of the universe resting on your life?

“I won’t- I won’t fail, not again.”

“Hey, Mr. Lord, person, we need to discuss a plan.” Iron Man called out to Quill as he and his other two teammates came to stand by Drax and Mantis. Quill looked back at you and you nodded, silently telling him to go while you communicated with Nebula. You made your way back to Quill’s ship, settling in your seat to radio your sister.

“Nebula, Nebula, come in. It’s me, Y/N. We’re here on Titan and we’ve found some allies. They’re humans from Earth, but they’re powered. They killed Maw.” You spoke into the microphone. You waited a few moments for a transmission back, but nothing came. You heard a soft step coming from behind you; instantly, you jumped from your chair, forming an ice dagger in your hand, and grabbing the neck of your attacker.

“It’s just me. Same side, remember?” The new Peter said, shaking a little from shock. You stepped back and dropped your hands, the dagger forming into a small pool of water as it hit the ground.

“Didn’t you ever learn not to sneak up on assassins or do they not tell you that on Earth?” You asked, sitting back down in your chair, still waiting to hear from your sister.

“Must have skipped that day.” He replied with a small laugh. “What are you doing over here?”

“I’m waiting for my sister to send a transmission.” You stated and he hesitantly sat in the chair beside you.

“Your sister as in-” You could tell he was just genuinely curious as he warily brought up the elephant in the room.

“Look, Thanos is not my actual father. He took me from my home world when I was young because I was gifted and he trained me to be an assassin alongside Nebula and Gamora.” You explained, “Long story short. We escaped a few years ago. Nebula went back to try to kill him again, but she was captured. She only just escaped, and he took Gamora now. The thing is, the three of us all know something that gives him an unprecedented advantage in this battle.”

“What is it?” Peter asked, and you let out a small sigh.

“When we were still serving him, he tasked us with finding the soul stone, the one stone which has had unknown whereabouts for as long as the universe has existed. We found it, and we realized he could never know that information.”

“Where is it?”

“If I tell you, I’d have to kill you. Thanos cannot know about it, he can’t get the soul stone. That’s why Quill has to kill me if he gets me.” Your voice broke off at the end. Peter was a stranger and yet you still felt like you could trust him.

“There has to be some other way. Surely, you don’t have to- to die to protect that secret.” He sounded so sincere, so genuinely hopeful that your life could be better.

“Don’t be naive. If it comes down to me or half of the universe, it’s a sacrifice I’d be willing to make. This feels like the end of the world for me.” You stated definitively.

“Half of the universe? That’s what-”

“That’s what Thanos will do. Destroy half of all life in the universe, perfectly balanced ‘as all things should be’.” You quoted the often repeated phrase of your father’s. You turned away from Peter, looking back at the comms panel in front of you.

“Your powers- what are they?” He asked after a silent moment.

“I don’t have a fancy term for them. I can bend the elements to my will.” You told him. “Air,” You blew a small breeze towards him, “Water,” You created a small orb of water, “Earth,” You moved the land below the ship a little, shifting the Benatar as you did so, “And fire.” You ended with a flame coming out of your open palm.

“So you’re basically the Avatar.” Peter said with a small smile, brown eyes intently watching the flame burn in your hand.

“Avatar?” You asked in confusion.

“It’s this TV show on Earth, and it’s about this kid that has the weight of the world on his shoulders because he’s the only one who can end this raging war since he’s the master of all four elements. It’s the best show ever.” He beamed, and you nodded, vaguely understanding his thought process.

“I guess, then yes, I am. What about you?”

“I got bitten by a radioactive spider, so I’m super strong and agile, and then I created this web-like substance to use so I can fight more like a spider. Mr. Stark gave me this suit today, so the retractable legs are new.” He explained, showing you his web fluid on his wrists.

“So you’re not part spider?”

“No, I don’t think so.” He shook his head with a laugh, “I also have, well, I call it my Spidey sense, and it helps me know there’s incoming danger.”

“You seem young for a hero. How old are you?” You asked.

“16.” Peter replied, a bit embarrassed. “And you? You seem pretty young compared to the rest of your team.”

“I don’t know.” You said and he felt his face heat up in further embarrassment, “Thanos took me when I was so young, I have no recollection of my home world. He wasn’t the type of father to care about birthdays. I suspect I would be around your age; he never really let me go into battle because he deemed me too young, but he wanted to use me for my powers when I was ready. Two years ago, Gamora and the guardians helped me escape, and I’ve been with them ever since. And since then, my powers have only grown.” You paused, sensing his pity for you, “It’s okay, though. I may have never known my true family, but the guardians are my found family.”

“Hey,” He reached out and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. You tensed, not expecting the physical affection, but you didn’t pull away, “I don’t have much in the way of family either. My parents died when I was young, and my aunt and uncle raised me, but my uncle- he passed a few years ago. I love my aunt, and she’s the only legitimate family I have left, but the Avengers have become my family now.”

“I’m sorry to hear about your parents and your uncle.” Your apologetic words sounding so foreign to roll off your tongue.

“It’s made me better as a person, and stronger as a hero.” He stated. “Your past makes you stronger.”

“Technically, it made me a deadly assassin with incredibly strong powers.” You said, laughing lightly. Peter let out a chuckle, his eyes closing as he laughed at your comment. Before the conversation could continue, the speaker went off as a transmission came through.

“Y/N, I should be there soon. I only have a few more jumps. I don’t know where Gamora is, but she told him- she told him about Vormir.” She said, her voice sounding urgent and you let out a shaky breath. Peter took his hand off your shoulder, running it over his other arm.

“Oh no.” You mumbled. If Gamora told him about Vormir, he found the soul stone.

“He’s near.” Peter breathed out.

“Your Spidey sense?” You asked him and he nodded. You turned back to the microphone, “I’ll see you soon, Nebula. He’s almost here.”

You jumped out of the seat and rushed back to the others with Peter trailing along behind you. “Nebula’s almost here.”

“And so is Thanos.” Peter added.

“Do you have a plan?” You asked looking between Quill, Doctor Strange, and Tony, already knowing Drax and Mantis wouldn’t be much help.

“Strange will distract him and then we’ll surprise attack.” Quill explained as if it was simple.

“Do you know anything else about the stones that can help?” Tony asked you.

“He has the power, space, and reality stone that we know of. The reality stone warps things so your perception is off, the power stone is more powerful than anything else- it can bring down a planet, and the space stone allows him to transport. Together, they’re incredibly powerful. We need to keep him from closing his fist.” You informed the group, and they all nodded. “He also has the soul stone now, but that won’t help him until he has all five.”

“You all need to hide for now.” Doctor Strange spoke up, going to sit on a pile of rocks. You all went to find decent hiding spots, creating a surprise advantage over Thanos.

“Y/N,” Peter pulled you aside for a moment. You could see it in his eyes, he was worried, “It’s not the end of the world, not today.”

You wished you could believe him, you so desperately wanted to believe his words. More than anything, you wanted to believe that you could somehow beat Thanos, but with three stones, you knew your chances were slim. Peter swung away before you could say much more, leaving you to shift some rocks to create more cover for you all.

You stiffened as the blue portal opened and Thanos stepped out. You hadn’t seen him since you escaped his torturous clutches; you felt your fingertips burn with fire, ready to avenge your fallen past. He talked to Strange, demonstrating what Titan once was before he ‘freed’ the plant through the reality stone, before Stark smashed him with part of Maw’s ship. You all jumped into attack mode at his signal. Drax took jabs at him with his knives, Quill shot him with his gun, Peter swung into action and tried to web his eyes shut, Tony shot him with energy blasts, Strange used his mystic arts on him, and you shot a mix between the elements at him. Nothing seemed to weaken him enough though, each person getting thrown back, beside you.

“Daughter, you disappoint me.” Thanos spoke viciously as you shot fireballs at him; your flame was running so hot, they were a striking blue.

“I don’t care what you think anymore.” You stood your ground from his attacks. Sending an icicle spear at him, it skimmed his left arm. He grunted in agony as it cut deep enough to draw blood. Just moments before Strange’s cape covered his fist, he used the power stone, sending you flying backwards.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked when he caught you in mid-air.

“He’s bleeding. He’s weak.” You told him as he set the two of you down behind a rock. “Something happened to Gamora. I can feel it.”

You stepped back from his embrace as fire started in the palm of your hands and a large gust of wind came through the atmosphere of Titan.

“It’s going to be okay.” Peter reassured you. One of Strange’s golden portals appeared beside Peter and he jumped into, effectively kicking Thanos across the head. Stepping out from your protective rock, you began to shoot pellets made of the earth at Thanos. Peter jumped through a few more portals to attack him, before the titan caught him by the neck.

“Peter!” You exclaimed. Before Thanos could hurt him further, your hand shot out in front of you, but instead of the regular hot flame bursting out of your palm, it was lightning from your fingertips. Surprised, Thanos was thrown back away from Peter; you didn’t even know you could do lightning. Suddenly, a ship came from the atmosphere, crashing into him.

You didn’t have to question who that was. It was Nebula. She came out of the ship, yelling as she attacked Thanos with her knives. You joined beside her, freely letting the lightning shoot from your fingers. It didn’t go far before he threw both of you back again, but you had both stalled him enough that Strange could catch his right hand with Tony on his left, Drax holding down his feet. The doctor created a portal for Mantis, who dropped onto Thanos’ head, and put him to sleep. You froze water around his legs, keeping him stuck in place. As Tony and Peter tried to remove the gauntlet, Quill flew back down in front of Thanos.

“I thought you’d be hard to catch. For the record, this was my plan.” Quill told the paralyzed titan, “Not so strong now, huh?”

“Where is Gamora?” You questioned, eyeing the soul stone on his gauntlet.

“My Gamora.” Thanos mumbled, dazed from Mantis’ hold over him.

“No, bullshit. Where is she?” Quill spat, growing angry at his words.

“He is in anguish.” Mantis cried out. You stepped back, looking over to Nebula in concern, your worst fears falling into your mind.

“Good.” He smirked.

“He- he mourns.” She further added.

“What does this monster have to mourn?” Drax asked, straining as he helped Strange hold down his hand.

“Gamora.” You and Nebula said in sync.

“What?” Quill turned to the two of you in disbelief.

“He took her to Vormir.” You stated.

“He came back with the soul stone, but she didn’t.” Nebula explained.

“Okay, Quill, you gotta cool it right now. You understand?” Tony spoke up as he and Peter still tried getting the gauntlet off. You felt frozen in place; Thanos murdered his favorite daughter for the soul stone. You knew he was heartless, but he always admired Gamora, you thought that maybe she was safe at least. As long as Thanos lived, you could never be safe. “Don’t, don’t- don’t engage. We almost got this off.”

“Tell me she’s lying.” He raised his voice, looking at Thanos. “Asshole, tell me you didn’t.”

“Quill, don’t.” You urged, realizing the gauntlet was just about off. Before you could step forward, Thanos quietly spoke up.

“I had to.” And that was all it took for Quill to break.

“No, you didn’t. No, you didn’t.” He repeated, hitting Thanos with his gun.

“No!” You shouted and he woke up, grabbing the gauntlet just barely before Peter could get it off his hand. He flung Mantis off his head and Peter swung to grab her before she could fall. He blocked Quill, Strange, Nebula, and Drax from attacking, leaving you and Tony to take him.

“Kid, watch out.” Tony said to you, blasting Thanos.

“I literally have lightning coming out of my fingertips. Are you really calling me kid?” You questioned, throwing more lightning at Thanos.

“Hit me!” Tony told you, and you did a double take at his words. Lightning was incredibly dangerous and it was something you didn’t even know you could do until now. “Hit me, just like Thor.” You realized his suit was completely electric, you’d be surging his entire system with more power. You sent a destabilizing gust of wind at Thanos before striking Tony with lightning, giving him even more power.

But Thanos was too strong, using the stones to bring a moon crashing down on you all. As much as you tried to stop the moon from falling with your air power, you couldn’t as Thanos hit you with another shot from the power stone. While your body weakened, you could see Peter swinging about and saving your teammates from the moon. You tried to block the falling rocks, but one hit your head just a bit too hard; as your vision grew fuzzy, you saw Peter land in front of you, calling out your name.

“Hey, hey, stay with me.” Peter spoke softly, cradling your head in his hands. You heard Quill yelling in the distance, but you couldn’t focus on that.

“Peter, we need to go- we need to fight.” You pushed yourself to sit up. As much as your head hurt, you needed to get up, you needed to end this. When you stood up, you felt yourself leaning into Peter’s side for support, a feeling you weren’t used to. It was quiet, you couldn’t see Thanos at all, “Where is he?”

“He’s gone.” Peter mumbled, walking you over to where Strange, Tony, and Nebula were. When Peter saw Tony’s hurt state, he rushed over to his. You let out a sigh of relief as you saw Mantis, Quill, and Drax making their way over to you- everyone was fine, but Thanos was gone. Nebula came beside you, placing an awkward yet comforting hand on your shoulder.

“We lost.” You breathed out. “Gamora’s gone, and we lost.”

“There’s still one more stone, right? Vision-” Peter started, looking from you to Tony, but his mentor just shook his head.

“I don’t know where he is. All we can do is hope that the others can stop him.” He said solemnly.

“Something’s happening.” Mantis spoke up, looking around at all of you concerned. In less than a second, she was gone, nothing but dust. For the first time, you felt your heart truly break- you lost, Thanos had won.

“Quill,” Drax looked over at him, but he too was dusted quickly. Quill’s eyes rested on you, and you shook your head, feeling a bubbling worry creep up your throat.

“Oh no.” He muttered and the next second he was gone.

“Tony,” Doctor Strange called your attention back to him, “There was no other way.”

As soon as he was nothing, but dust, you felt yourself collapsing into Nebula’s side, growing incredibly weak. Peter watched in horror as you fell into your sister’s arms. He was frozen in place, feeling his own body fighting a strange sensation.

“Y/N, no. Not you.” Nebula cried out as you shook in her arms.

“Kill him for me,” You said weakly, before you too were gone.

“Mr. Stark, I don’t feel so good.” Peter mumbled, stumbling closer to his mentor.

“You’re alright.” Tony tried to reassure him, but Peter could tell they were both breaking.

“I don’t- I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know.” Tony caught the young boy as his legs gave out, “I don’t wanna go. I don’t want to go, sir. Please, pleasure, I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go.” He repeated before Tony laid him down softly. “I’m sorry.”

And just like that, all was silent on Titan, all was silent in the universe as half of it vanished without a trace.

~~~

You woke with a jump, ice daggers appearing defensively in your hands. You blinked in confusion; you were on Titan, but it all felt like a bad dream. Gamora getting taken by Thanos, coming to Titan and meeting the Avengers- meeting Peter, fighting Thanos, losing to Thanos, your teammates getting dusted. You had a gut feeling that something was wrong, you just couldn’t place it.

“Y/N!” Peter hugged you as soon as he saw you standing near him. You dropped the daggers, surprised from the sudden physical intimacy.

“What happened?” You asked, trying to comprehend what was happening. Peter let go of you, realizing he may have overstepped.

“You- you turned to dust. I thought you died.” He said, worried. You looked over and saw Mantis, Drax, and Quill looking just as confused as you and Peter.

“I watched you all turn to dust.” You spoke softly, happy to see them okay again. “Where’s Nebula?”

“Where’s Mr. Stark?” Peter wondered, unable to see either of them anymore.

“Okay, this is going to be a lot, but stick with me here.” Doctor Strange spoke up, calling for all of your attentions. “It’s been five years since we were here. Thanos snapped his fingers, we were part of the half that turned to dust and died. The Avengers time traveled and Hulk just used the stones to bring us back, but Thanos’ army from 2014 is there, and we need to go help them.”

“Wait, time travel?” Quill asked in shock, “How advanced has Earth gotten?”

“That’s not important. We need to go now and fight Thanos’ army.” He insisted.

“2014? Are Nebula and Gamora-” You started and he nodded.

“There’s two Nebulas, the one that you know as your sister and the one that you know as a slave to Thanos’ will. Gamora, on the other hand-”

“Is starting to doubt Thanos.” You finished his thought, knowing that the Gamora from four- or technically nine, years ago was the Gamora about to betray Thanos and join the guardians.

“Are you all ready?” Strange asked, beginning to make a portal. You got your daggers ready as Peter stood beside you. He looked over at you with a small, hopeful smile on his face.

“It’s not the end of the world, not today.” He reassured you, just as he had done seemingly earlier that day, even though apparently that was five years ago. You let out a nervous breath as the portal opened, giving you the view of Thanos’ army in the full. There were hundreds of them, but as you all stepped through the portal, you saw more and more golden portals opening, enough people to take on Thanos’ army. You could see Thanos standing in the middle, ready to command his armies- his lieutenants on either side of him. Peter let out a laugh of disbelief as he looked at all of those on your side of the battle field.

“Not today.” You told him quietly.

“Avengers,” You heard someone yell out from the front of your side. “Assemble.”

The battle cry was said, and everyone ran together towards Thanos’ army to attack. Peter swung away, using a gigantic person to get himself farther on the battlefield. You couldn’t think of the confusion that was Earth though, too focused on destroying Thanos. You were sending everything you could at Thanos’ forces; at first, they seemed hesitant to fire on you- after all, you were still Thanos’ daughter in 2014, but they quickly learned you weren’t on their side.

“Hey, Y/N!” Thor smiled, seeing you shoot lightning at a Chitauri that was about to attack him. “See your powers have improved.”

“Watch out, I’m stealing your lightning.” You joked, teaming up with his to create a small lightning storm. “Who has the stones?”

“The Spiderboy.” He replied, and that’s when you heard the call.

“I don’t got this. Help, somebody, help!” Peter exclaimed. He wasn’t too far away, and you sent a large blast of wind to flick all of the Chitauri off him. You rushed to his side as he crouched down with the stones while Thanos called for his ships to rainfire. Bending the earth around him, you created a shelter for the two of you.

“Hey, you alright?” You asked him as he held onto the stones, trembling a little in fear.

“Nope.” He shook his head. The firing stopped as a person came in through the atmosphere, crashing through his ships with ease. Peter called out for assistance a glowing figure dropped in front of the two of you.

“Got something for me?” The short-haired woman smiled.

“I don’t know how you’re going to get through all that.” Peter said, eyeing the swarms of Thanos’ army.

“Don’t worry.” A woman in red landed beside the other.

“She’s got help.” You stood up from your spot beside Peter, your fingers flickering with lightning. As you started to charge with the other two, you became aware of the other countless women attacking with you; and somehow, nothing felt more powerful. Those stones were getting back to that destroyed van (even if you had no clue why).

Thanos blew up the van and it quickly became another game of keepaway. Thor fought Thanos with the help of another, and you stepped in, firing with your own lightning, wanting him to pay for causing so much suffering and destruction. He fought the other two men off him before Tony attacked, and you took the opportunity to grab the gauntlet.

“Daughter?” Thanos looked at you in confusion, not realizing this wasn’t the girl he had known. As he saw your hostile eyes, he spoke again in anger, “Don’t defy me.”

“You don’t control me anymore.” The gauntlet slipped onto your hand, and you stumbled backwards from the unprecedented power coursing through you.

“Y/N, no!” You heard Peter call out, swinging down nearby, as you snapped your fingers. The battlefield grew silent while Thanos’ army dusted away. Your body shook as you watched Thanos dust away, the stone still shimmering on your hand. You ripped the gauntlet off, tossing it aside. Peter rushed over to you, catching you in his arms before you could crumble to the ground weakly.

“I got you.” He tried to comfort you. Your arm and hand were covered in burn marks from the gauntlet’s power. Shakily, you placed your other hand on your arm, cool water coming from your palm as a way to soothe the numbing pain.

“How did- how did you do that?” Tony looked at you in disbelief. You didn’t know it, but he had witnessed the Hulk barely survive snapping his fingers and here you were, incredibly injured but healing yourself.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled, still surprised by your actions.

“Y/N,” Nebula came to your side, seeing you for the first time since five years ago. “You did it.”

“He’s gone.” You whispered as your eyes transfixed on the spot where Thanos turned to dust before you.

There wasn’t much discussion after you had snapped with the infinity stones. No one really knew what to say. Half of the universe died five years ago and came back like nothing changed, nothing happened, but to the other half of the universe, something devastating happened and it was a near impossible task to move back to a normal life.

For the next few days, you stayed with the other guardians at Tony’s house, all of you trying to recoup. Peter stayed with you too, and so did his Aunt May, the one he had told you about when you first met him. She also died from the snap, leaving them homeless for the time being. It was hard on everyone, especially you and the other guardians because none of you knew Earth before the snap, none of you could really understand the same emotions as the others.

“I want to stay here.” You told Peter a week after the battle as you two sat by the large lake on Stark’s land, watching as the sunset behind the trees. Peter looked at you skeptically for a moment, before his gaze softened. Both of you knew the guardians would be leaving soon, and your own future was kind of left in the air with no Thanos or murderous other adoptive family members to track down.

“I want you to stay, too.” He replied quietly.

“What would I do? If I stay here with you.” You asked, looking at him like he had all the answers, but he didn’t.

“I don’t know. I’ll talk to May and Tony about it all, but you could come to high school with me, if you wanted to.” Peter offered.

“What’s high school like?” You had gone through Thanos’ own twisted version of schooling, knowing enough to be on the path to become an expert assassin like Gamora; while you were intelligent and strategic, your mind wasn’t the most exercised skill of yours in Thanos’ hands, not when you had powers.

“It kind of sucks, to be honest, but it’s life. I met my best friend, Ned, through school. You’d like Ned, he’s cool. We’re on the academic decathlon team together.” You watched as his brown eyes lit up in excitement. “There’s also social parts of school, like sports and dances.”

“Dances? Like Footloose?” You asked, thinking back to when Quill would bring up the Earth movie as the best dancing movie of all time.

“Well, kinda.” He laughed a little, a lopsided smile on his face as he looked at you, “It’s just teenagers gathering in a gymnasium and we’re all dressed up in suits and dresses. Then we dance, kinda like in Footloose. I’ll show you that movie, then you’ll understand.”

“Will you show me that Avatar show too?”

“Of course.”

Later that day, you and Mantis were entertaining the young Stark as Peter talked to his aunt about you staying on Earth. Morgan seemed fascinated by the fact that you could do magic, as she called it, and she found Mantis’ antennas incredible.

“Peter, we can’t.” You heard his aunt speak, and you slowly made your way to where they were sitting at a table in the kitchen, trying to overhear the conversation while you remained hidden by the doorway. His aunt’s voice sounded shaky as she continued, “As much as I want to, I can’t raise a second teenager. I was just barely getting by with you, and now- well, it’s been five years. I don’t have a job, we don’t have a home anymore.”

“Can I intervene?” Tony’s voice sounded from right behind you, startling you. His question drew Peter and May’s eyes over to you, and your friend smiled weakly at you, knowing you’d heard his aunt reject the offer. Tony stepped into the kitchen and urged you in as well. Peter stood to come beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. You seem like a bright girl, but I can’t afford another teenager, not right now.” May told you, her eyes filled with sadness. She turned to Tony, “Peter wants Y/N to stay here with us on Earth.”

“What about staying with me?” Tony offered, and you looked at him in confusion. You had briefly fought with him on Titan, but you didn’t know him well enough to think he’d ever willingly open his home to you like that. “Pepper and I can work out all the details, make it official with adoption papers, all of that. And May, I’ve got you and Peter a place to stay in Queens. Pepper’s looking into open positions at Stark Industries for you too.”

“Tony, you don’t have to.” May started, but he cut her off.

“I want to. You and Peter are like family to me, and Y/N saved the universe. It’ll be nice having her around.” As if on cue, Morgan came running into the kitchen, grabbing your hand and Peter’s hand.

“I forgot to show you my treehouse! Uncle Rhodey made it!” She tugged on your hands. You and Peter looked at Tony and May, who both just nodded, silently agreeing to discuss this topic later.

“Uncle Rhodey made you a treehouse?” Peter asked Morgan enthusiastically as you two followed the little girl. Yeah, you definitely wanted to stay on Earth.

~~~

“You promised me tonight was Footloose night!” You protested as the screen crawl for Star Wars: Return of the Jedi started. Peter shushed you, sitting beside you and placing a blanket over your laps.

“I said we’d watch Footloose after we finish Star Wars.” He laughed.

“There’s too many of them.” You sighed overdramatically, turning away from Peter in feign anger. Peter pouted, wrapping his arms around you, but you refused to budge. Your boyfriend knew you too well though, and he peppered your face with kisses until you cracked a smile. One of his hands cupped your chin, pulling you back to face him.

“This is the last one of the originals, and then we’ll watch Footloose, alright? I won’t make you sit through the other six yet.” Peter said.

“Okay.” You smiled, “I have to see Footloose before Homecoming next weekend or else I won’t understand any of it.”

“Footloose won’t make you understand Homecoming.” He shook his head with a light chuckle. “I haven’t even asked you to come with me yet.”

“Am I supposed to wait for you to ask because Pepper already took me to get a dress with Morgan- and those things are uncomfortable.” You stated, grimacing a little.

“Since you’re homeschooled, yes.” Peter laughed. He cupped your cheek, lightly caressing your skin with his thumb, “Do you want to go to Homecoming with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” You teased. Peter’s lips barely brushed against yours before someone cleared their throat behind you.

“Parker, you’re not corrupting my daughter, are you?” Tony questioned, raising his eyebrow at the two of you as he came into the living room.

“Oh please, dad, you know I can handle myself.” You laughed, playfully creating a few lightning sparks in your free palm.

“Keep it PG in here.” He said, before leaving, and you shook your head, turning back to Peter.

“Is there ever going to be a day where he doesn’t interrupt us?” Peter chuckled.

“Not today.” You whispered, before capturing your boyfriend’s lips in yours, both of you smiling into the kiss. Even though that day on Titan eight months ago felt like the end of the world, Peter was your lifeline right on time.

~~~

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Lucky Kentucky ch. 2

Chapter 1

Hello there, welcome back to my Rockstar!Bucky x Reader fic. It was heavily inspired by my love of seventies mega rockstars, Almost Famous, Classic Rock, and a little bit of personal whimsy. I hope you enjoy, and read responsibly.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ : cussing, sexy times, drugs, booze, smoking, objectification, fornication, liberation, and a litany of other sordid topics and traumas.

“HEY! NOBODY FUCKING MOVE!” To say that the last thing you needed was a missing rockstar, was a drastic understatement, and a testament to your unending will.

“Where in the good sweet name of Jesus is that dick head?” You fumed stomping towards the rest of the band.

“Your guess is as good as ours sweetheart, we got nothing. No phone calls, no texts, no nothing.” Shrugged Steve Rodgers, guitarist and all around good guy. “If I knew that all the time, I think I’d be a millionaire.”

You sighed and looked around you at the fleet of your busses and equipment trucks, and you could have sworn that you were ready to kill that asshole with your bare hands. “Well hot stuff? He better show up quickly, or so help me God he will be sleeping in a tour bus with the newest, dweebiest, roadies I can find. Do you know how bad new roadie busses smell? He will if he dosent get his ass here by the time the last piece of your stage equipment is packed.”

“I think you should land his ass there anyway, to give him time to think about what he’s done.” Sam shrugs, Clint vehemently nodding his support as he wrangles one of his two delightful children. “I think his punsishmet should fit his crimes personally.”

“Oh yeah! I think that’s a great idea! Or, he could stay with Laura and I on our bus, I’m sure the whining infant won’t keep him up all night, He’s gonna love it!” Clint nods, “We have a rule, no booze, broads, or bud around the kids! He’ll dry out quick!”

“No Clint, no worries at all. He won’t sleep or get laid on the roadie bus,” you laugh, “he’ll be surrounded by filth, and endless questions, and gawking. He won’t get the back room either, I’ll give him a bunk. Frankie will be on his bus, that way he never gets away with anything. No escape artists on my watch!” You wink, plucking his oldest, Cooper off his back and wrestling him into a head lock.

“Oof, devious as always.” Natasha laughs nodding and throwing her arm around you. “I remember when I got on your bad side, wasn’t worth the never ending week of publicity with no coffee. That was the strictest ban I’ve ever dealt with for sure.”

“Someone start calling his ass.” You laugh pulling away from Tasha and waking towards Peter to get a rundown on the status of loading up.

“Oh captain, my captain!” Peter saluted, about nine or ten roadies following in his lead while the rest just stood gawking as if they had never seen a woman before. “We are about twenty minutes from setting sail, I have my men sorted into busses and vans, Frankies bus has one extra bed open as per request, and, as our lady of perpetual mystery might be interested to hear, we have a new crew of over eager security team members stocked to the brim on Frankies bus, even worse than the roadies. Is everything ship shape?”

“At ease Parker,” you giggle, shoving him out of his stiff rehearsed stance, “indeed we are ship shape, now if only our little diva Jr. would show face, we could be on our way.” Just as you were finishing that sentence, a car pulled up, and out stumbled the man of the hour, James Barnes.

James Buchanan Barnes was drunk. Inibriated, intoxicated, off his ass, pissed, blitzed, sloshed, ranked, hammered, wrecked, out for the count, drunk. He stumbles out of the Uber, bottle in hand, but at least he was dressed. He stumbled over to the rest of the group, he had a duffel bag, wether it was packed with anything useful is up in the air, you’d make sure you’d get your hands on it and ensure that it had what he needed. Wanda could take care of filling in the gaps. You have now decided that there is no escape from Frankie for him. You’d have to put someone on the bus. You don’t know who yet, but someone. Maybe Quill? Whoever it was, needed to get along with Sam and Steve. Thor, he would work nicely. You’d see to it that Frankie had him moved. Now there was the Liquor problem. This was a decision every road manager has to dread. As any good rockstar could tell you, you have to be stone sober or completely fucked to perform a good show, you just had to decide what would or wouldn’t ruin the band... or him. So, sober it was. No use dragging it on any longer.

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!”

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Any man alive knew that sound was trouble. No woman used the full Government name if you were in good standings. That was just facts. However, drunk thoughts beget sober truths and the truth is, that was incredibly sexy. When he turned hands raised in surrender whiskey bottle and duffle abandoned he was greeted to the glorious sight of her. Kentucky, dressed in leggings and a ripped up old band tee that he could faintly register belonged to Led Zepplin. Her hair piled up on her head shining in the sunlight her curves begging to be expl-

*whack*

Well, that will sober you up quick.

“Hey dickhead, so glad you could make it!” Sam, not looking too thrilled despite his statement of glad tidings gave him a smile he could only describe as cat catching canary. “I think Lucky needs to see you. Loose the doe eyes, it’s getting creepy.”

“Yeah buddy, I can catch on pretty quick.” He fumbled for what to say, and settled on “Bluegrass, doll, you look stunning this fine morning. Care for a swig of Kentucky’s finest?” He slurred, She sauntered up to him and he could swear he felt the magic, until she snatched the bottle and promptly tipped it out onto the ground. “Hey, woah! Easy there Kentucky, that was a bottle of Kentucky’s finest! that was a bottle of Eagle Rare!”

“No James, your looking at Kentucky’s finest, and you should know that I’m better than all the barrels in Frankfort. Buffalo Trace has nothing on me. Now, since you came in all washed up and wandering right smack dab before the deadline, I’m gonna be merciful, but the next time you pull this shit? Theres a bunk in Frankies bus with the minors that has your name on it. Are we clear? Brooklyn?” She had the empty bottle in her fist, her other arm draped under her breasts and she was jabbing him in the chest. He had never been more frightened and turned on in his entire life.

“Reading you loud and clear KY, I got the message.” He nodded backing away slightly.

“Good!” She smiled turning into an entirely different woman. One with sunshine and laughter in her soul, her perverbial horns retracting. She snatched his sunglasses right off of his aching eyes, and placed them on her face. Low blow, but not entirely unexpected. “Now that the princess is here, load up and let’s roll! First pit stop is in Vegas, so we got a lot of ground to cover!” She stuffed his empty bottle and his duffle back into his hands, and headed for her bus, he just caught the conversation as the Barton family began to load up watching her go by.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Lila?” Clint said helping his little girl put her little pink hello kitty duffle under the bus.

“Is Uncle Bucky in trouble?” She asked innocently looking back at Bucky, who gave her a little wave.

Clint turned to face him, chucking as he met his gaze, “Oh yeah honey, lots and lots of it.”

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You loaded yourself onto the administrative bus, plopping yourself into the little booth right at the front near the head bus driver, Phil Colson.

“Hello Phil!” You smiled, opening your laptop and checking on your hotel reservation. The kind bus driver smiled and started up the bus. Next on we’re your bunk mates, Wanda, Vision, Bruce, and Peter. That left two bunks open for Tony and Pepper for when they joined you on the occasion.

“Well, I can proudly announce that Barnes’ military training has not gone to waste, even sloppy drunk he knows how to pack his essentials!” Wanda’s beautiful soothing voice waltzes its way into your ears as she and Vision loaded themselves onto the bus. “He’s got his tooth brush and everything! It’s a miracle!”

You nodded at that eyes still focused on checking your route’s traffic and totaling how much it would cost you for a late check in if nessicary. “Good, he can be a functioning adult when he wants to be!”

“The widows are settled onto their bus, everyone’s got what they need. Carol said she could do with some more angry Lucky, she missed you apparently” Bruce sighed plopping down next to you silently checking over your figures.

“I’ve got everything packed so that it should only take the lighting crew and I two hours to shore up, which puts my productivity up by 30%” Vision shrugged putting his arm back around his beautiful wife.

“And I can move heavy things and take good photos. Also, I fixed that stage piece you were worried about and it is no longer does the rocky thingy.” Peter grinned giving you finger guns.

“Ugh, I love the sound of efficiency!” You sigh, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you throw your stuff in the bunk closest to the shower. “Thank you all for agreeing to take this on with me, I wanted you because you’re my A-team, and I knew that I couldn’t do this without you... plus I knew it would look fantastic on your resumes.” The crew in your bus gave a here here for that statement.

“So, Barnes. How do you plan to tackle that battle?” Peter said plopping down on top of Wanda and Vision as if they were just two decorative pillows. “He’s gotta strong will and a heady brooding nature, rough shit I tell yah.”

“Not to mention the fact that he’s incredibly handsome,” Wanda said pushing Peter to the floor, “We know you’re a pushover for that type!”

“Well lady and gentlemen, I plan to kick his ass into shape. Good looks and broody behavior be damned!” You huff.

“I may point out, that is not exactly a plan darling.” Vision says sympathetically patting you on the head as he carries his and Wanda’s things to the back of the bus.

“Well Viz, darling I am well aware of that. I have a plan. He’s gonna have to sober up. This behavior isn’t normal for him, his band mates and Tony have made that clear, he’s on the string for some girl that couldn’t have given less of a shit about him, so he’s all fucked in the head. MY job, is going to be reminding him he’s a goddamn rock star, who doesn’t need a bitch like that to make him happy!” You gesticulate as you unpack the supplies you’d need for a shower. “Then, all should be well with the world again, and I can go back to managing tours that don’t make me want to kill myself.”

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“Say Stevie, that uh, that Kentucky sure is one tough dame right?” Bucky say’s as he charges shirts, “gotta lot of spunk?”

“Yeah Buck, she’s a real hot head when she wants to be, but she’s fantastic at this. I’ve not seen a better organized tour in my life!” He hears his best friend laugh from the front.

“Not to mention,” Sam started from his position on the couch, “she’s one hot mama, veeeeeery fine. You can tell she knows it too. I wonder if she likes dark chocolate, I think I should find out.”

Bucky felt anger deep in his gut at Sam’s teasing, but for the life of him he can’t figure out why. He dosent need another relationship, hell, dosent want one. That only leads to broken hearts and empty bottles... broken hearts and empty bottles... a little cliche but he could make it work. He’d write it down later. Right now, his sole purpose was intel. Gathering as much info on Kentucky as he could.

“Gotta make sure she’s not already tied up Sammy boy!” He laughed, “besides, I think she likes Seargents.” He winked.

“Well if it’s information on the lady Kentucky you want, I’ve got you covered.” The big braun-y security guy Thor chuckled, “she’s single as it comes, bad break up with some hot douche bag in some other band. Wasn’t pretty that breakup, I tell yah. Frankie and I had to beat the guys face in to get him off her door step, she started road managing in order to get away from him, being constantly on the move made her a moving target, it worked better that way.”

“Sheesh, any ideas on that band name? I’d hate to bump into them sometime.” Bucky shook his head, “she sounds like a tough lady.”

“Oh she is,” Thor chuckled, “got some rough and tumble to her, she’s good at what she does. Hydra? I think that’s the name at least.”

“Sheesh,” Steve muttered, “She messes around with hard hitters huh? Hydra is huge on the pop punk charts, they’re not topping out on the hot 100 or anything, but they pull a decent crowd for sure.”

“Yeah, this isn’t the first time I’ve heard stories about them being absolute dicks either,” said Sam, “poor thing. I hate that for her.”

“She’s a good lady, really, she’s always so kind, goes out of her way to learn names and remember important dates, never afraid to pitch in where she’s needed. You guys are lucky to have her for this tour.” Thor nods, putting his things away and laying down in his bunk.

“Yeah, very lucky.” Bucky nods, daydreaming about a woman he just met. This was gonna be a long tour.

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Their first stop was in Nevada. Los Vegas, baby. The first show of the tour was at the colosseum at Ceaser’s palace. This meant discounted hotel rooms, larger merch sales, and quite a bit of press was involved, but you were ready to take on the challenge. You arrived in Los Vegas around 6am, all of the bands stumbling off their respective busses and making their way towards the resteraunts in the hotel. You and Bruce headed off to snag hotel keys, and settle the bands into place. Wanda, Vis, and Peter, headed with the rest of the crew and the equipment trucks to the Venue for set up.

“Alright Bruce, you get the Widows settled in their rooms, I’ll take care of the boys. Tell the girls their press is at 10 and their rehearsal will be at noon, they are to be at the venue no later than 9:15. They will arrive and go straight to Wanda, who has outfit options, and makeup. They have a lunch break at 2:00, and they need to be at the venue by 5:00 for their sound check at 5:30, curtain is at 7:30.” You rattled off handing Bruce back stage passes and a few printed copies of tonight’s schedule. “I’ll meet you outside in twenty to send the busses to the venue.” Bruce gave you a tiny salute and you wandered off to find the Commandos. You found them sitting in a resteraunt, a waiter bringing them their drinks. You noticed Bucky had a screwdriver, now that just wouldn’t do. You snatched the glass from him right as the waiter was about to put it in his hand, slamming it back in one go.

“Woohoo! Good morning Kentucky!” Clint laughed clapping with Steve and Sam, who were pointing at a dumb struck Bucky.

“Damn, sugar! I didn’t know you had it in you this early!” Sam laughed.

“We,” you said gesturing between Bucky and yourself, “will take water and a coffee.” You said to the waiter with a wink. “Good morning boys! We’re in for a good one today! Starting off at the colosseum is a great first gig! Now I hate to be a downer, but unfortunately, I gotta lay down the law. This tour will have a no show day drinking policy. Zero tolerance, breaking this rule leads to a prohibition to the breakers caffeine supply, and lands you in a bunk in Frankies bus with the newbies. The only exceptions are exactly one pre show shot and or beer for last minute jitters, or a celebratory toast. Any other hard day drinking will lead to repricutions. Rule number two, I run a right ship, I do not appreciate tardiness. I went easy on you the first day, but here on in, if you are late by more than ten minutes, I will assume you’re dead and send the cops to come find you. Very loud, very messy, and definitely will make the news. So, do I make myself clear?” You looked around and met their gazes everyone seemed to be okay with these rules, except Bucky.

“What the hell lucky? Am I some kinda child or something? No drinking? No tardiness? Am I a high schooler? Jesus, you gotta pair on you if you think that I, a grown ass man would ev-“ your food came about five words into his little tirade, and as soon as the waiter left your food, you shoved a roll in Bucky’s mouth.

“Stuff it Brooklyn, we wouldn’t fuckin NEED these rules if you could get your ass together for five minutes to see what you’re doing! Your drunkenness has made you sloppy, you’re late on your due dates, your waisting Tony’s time and money on your pouty bullshit, and your friends are worried about you. So yes, we’re gonna have rules, they will have consequences, and I’ll beat your ass myself if you show the inability to get it together!” You rant jabbing your finger into his chest to get your point across. “Now, eat your waffles, here’s your schedules, and if you are not showered and decently dressed at the colosseum by 10 am sharp, so help me God I’ll call the cops.” With that you gathered your coffe and your purse and stalked away. Handing Steve they’re schedules, passes, and hotel keys as you went. It was gonna be a long night, you could feel it.

“Did anyone else find that extremely sexy?” Sam asked, and by god Bucky couldn’t help it, he nodded in agreement.

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Steve and Bucky followed eachother up to their floor of the hotel, crew, secrity, and bands took up the entire fifth floor. Later tonight, when everyone actually got to unload after the show, It would be a real party, people leaving their doors open, coolers of beer, goods and services being exchanged, instruments and duffle bags and food being passed from room to room, it was Bucky’s personal favorite part of the evening.

Right now, it was sad and empty. So, he showered, and he went to sleep. At approximately 10:15 am, Bucky was rudely awakened by a pounding on his door. He looked at the time and he jumped to his feet so fast he almost broke his neck tripping on his sheets. Kentucky was gonna kill him. He just hoped to God whoever was outside his door didn’t drag him out of the hotel in handcuffs.

“Ok Bucky, time to shine!” He muttered to himself and threw open the door. Outside was quite possibly the largest man he’s ever seen, and he was no pipsqueak himself, he towered over bucky by at least a foot, and his biceps were roughly the size of his head. “Hello there, seeing as you’re not in a police uniform, you must be Frankie.” The big man grunted his assent. “Ok then, may we g-“

“Listen here pretty boy, I don’t care if your famous, you hurt Kentucky? I hurt you. Understood?” His voice felt like a blast of attic wind. It made Bucky shiver. Where was this coming from? How would he hurt Kentucky, it’s not like she would ever date him, he couldn’t even get a woman to Mary him, let alone bag an absolute catch like Lucky.

“Yes sir, won’t happen again.” Bucky saluted like he was still in the service then realized what he was doing and always my scratched his head. “Can we?” He pointed at the door, hoping against all odds to escape this absolute shit show of a conversation.

“By the way kid? You’re lucky she didn’t send the cops.”

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At the colosseum, Y/N was pracitcaply putting a hole in the rug of their dressing rooms, while the various other band mates who bothered to show up on time, sat there bored out of their minds.

“I’m gonna kill him,” you muttered, biting at your bottom lip.

“No your not mama,” Natasha laughed from the couch, “You think he’s sexy, you don’t burn fine art.”

“Dammit, you’re right.” You sighed throwing your hands in the air and plopping dow on top of her and Peggy who were sitting next to eachother looking at dress designs Wanda sent them for SNL next month.

“I like the black one Nat, the red detailing is classy and fun.” You mutter, Peggy nods in agreement.

“I like Wanda’s idea of us all having black dresses with different colors, we could do it 1950’s style and put our hair up? I think it would look really cool. Fits the vibe of our song choice.” Peggy says casually flipping through the designs.

“Carol and I respectfully request to wear suits if that’s ok?” MJ pipes up, “I think two and two will look cool.” She shrugs, I’ll do the regular hair and makeup though.”

“Can I get a broad brim mobster hat?” Carol asks popping up from her place on the floor beside MJ’s chair.

“Yes, I like this idea. SNL will like it too I bet.” Wanda nodded. “If they let Megan and Billie do what they want, I’m guessing your performance will be just as accepted. That and it can be in black and white. Rami Malik is also the perfect host for that. I’ll pitch it to their team.”

“How about you boys, any ideas? You’re the week after.” Wanda said looking towards the Comandos who had already made it.

“I like the Jailhouse rock Idea! I think we sh-” Just then, Frankie walked in holding James by the collar.

“Put him down Frankie,” you sigh “he’s an ass, but we need him.” After Frankie let him go, he brushed himself off and grinned at you sheepishly. “You better have a damn good explanation for this.” You grind out.

“Over slept?”

“Im gonna kill him”

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All in all, the show went off without a hitch, the bands both sailed through their songs beautifully, and earned themselves an encore. However, on the last encore of the night, Bucky made things a little more interesting.

“This last one, goes out for a little special someone!” When he said that, you could swear he winked at you.

“Hey hey mama said the way you move” when he held out that move? You could feel your soul shake. He was going it slow, taking the opening slow to really get the crowd worked up. It was like he was expressly trying to lock eyes with you, seat his irises into your soul. “Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.” Then when the first two lines were done and they kicked into tempo, you remembered where you were, what you were doing, and you let the song echo behind you, as you went to help Wanda pack up the dressing room.

What was that look? What game was he playing at? He couldn’t want to mess around with you, you were a nobody. He was James Barnes, lead singer of one of the biggest bands of the decade, he had no interest in you. You were a road manager, a stick in the mud, a hard headed know it all. He dosent know a thing about you and dosent want you. You were just getting caught up in the music right?

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The Princess & the Pauper Pt. 2- Ben Hardy x Reader

A/N: okay this one’s extra bad. I, um, ahem, barely edited. And it’s long. School’s starting, it’s late, I’m tired, but this is kind of... giving me a lot of joy? Like, writing this is making me legitimately very happy. Someone commented on my last one and it made my fucking day. So please comment/reblog/like! And if you want to request anything, for this series or another, my inbox is open. Let me know if you want to be tagged!!

Warnings: cursing, sex jokes, a Karen, bad writing, you know.

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Y/N stood uncomfortably behind the desk that sat near the door.

“A price increase?! This is ridiculous, let me speak to your manager! At once!” The customer on the other side hollered. She was a stout, larger woman with thick makeup caked unto her face, making her seem even more monstrous. Y/N balled her fists tighter.

“Madame, I’ve already told you, there is no manager. I’m the owner.”

“Then bring out your husband!” Her voice shrieked even louder, her chest heaving as she flailed her arms.

“I have no husband, madame. And if you can’t pay for the dress, then please, leave without it.” Y/N spoke sternly, trying her hardest not to roll her eyes. Husband this, husband that. When would the world come to their senses about marriage being a sham?

The woman huffed, reaching into her coin purse and throwing a few pieces on the counter dividing the two women. Y/N stood up more straightly as she heard the door open and the bell jingle. She looked to the door and lo and behold, there was the fellow from yesterday, the man accompanying Princess Lucy. He looked disgruntled, red rimmed his puffy eyes and he wore the same clothes from the day before (however, so did Y/N, but that wasn’t unusual for her. For a palace official though... it was odd). She gave him a warm smile as she handed the woman her dress. She stormed out, checking the young man with her shoulder as she did so. Rami rubbed his shoulder as he approached Y/N, not sure how to pose his request.

“Hello, sir.” Y/N said. “Are you looking for something for her royal highness?”

“More like looking for her royal highness herself.” Rami muttered beneath his breath. Y/N raised an eyebrow, her soft smile disappearing entirely as she saw the bruise on Rami’s forehead.

“Are you alright? What happened?” She asked gingerly as she moved a hand towards the mark. He winced as she touched the bruise, making her quickly retract her hand.

“I’m fine, but Princess Lucy isn’t. She’s been kidnapped.” Y/N gasped and brought her hand over her heart. “And I need a favor from you.”

“Me?” Y/N said softly, a strand of Y/H/C hair moving to cover her eyes. She pushed it back, blinking a few times as she listened to what Rami said next.

“She’s been taken. And I don’t know by who, but if you give me a couple of days, I’ll find her, I know I will. But no one can know of her disappearance.” He said, elbows now leaning against the desk, head lowered, voice soft.

“What? Why not?”

Rami looked over his shoulder, wondering how honest he could be with this stranger. “The royal mines- they’re empty. The Princess has to get married- quickly- so that the kingdom remains economically sustained. If not, we’ll crumble. Everything will. She... she didn’t want to have to do it, but she knew it was her duty.” Y/N nodded. She had figured as much. The supply and demand of Dulcinea had already shifted slightly, just enough to make her increase the prices of her dresses.

“So, what I need from you, is to come back to the palace with me and stand in for the Princess.” Rami continued, looking at her, pleading with his eyes.

“I can’t impersonate a princess. Are you mad?” She whispered, pointing to her hair. Rami stood up and smiled.

“I’ve got a solution for that.” He quickly ran out of the shop doors and returned, a package in hand. “Open it.”

Y/N did so, gasping as she pulled out a blonde wig. “How-”

“Even princesses have bad hair days sometimes.” He chuckled. Y/N smirked involuntarily.

“Okay, but... I don’t know how to be a princess. And what about my shop? I can’t just take an unpaid vacation.”

“I’ll be sure you receive compensation. I promise. And with a little studying, I think I can have you ready to be a princess by the end of the day.” Y/N leaned against a column, putting her head back, contemplating.

“Alright, I’ll be a princess.”

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“This is bollocks!” Ben whispered to Gwilym as he watched his royal advisor, Damian, get into the carriage after the Prince and Dukes had made themselves comfortable. Gwilym and Joseph both rolled their eyes. They’d known Damian for years, and none of them were fans. Damian had a way of weaseling his way into parts of royal life that he wasn’t entitled to. The emeralds and rubies that donned his pudgy fingers shone as he gripped the cushion next to Joseph. His breath smelled of foul alcohol.

“Just pay him no mind, maybe he’ll go away.” Gwilym mumbled, closing his eyes and stretching his legs out.

“Hey, Daddy Longlegs, please, keep your gargantuan limbs on your side of the carriage, thank you.” Joseph whined, playfully kicking his cousins legs.

“You’re just jealous, shorty.” Gwilym replied, not bothering to open his eyes. A smirk danced on Ben’s lips as he watched his cousins bicker, just as they always did.

But once the carriage began moving, Ben’s mind moved to other places. He felt sick to his stomach- he was terrified. Terrified of failing, terrified of disappointing his father, but most of all, terrified for the future. Though he liked to pretend he didn’t notice it, he saw how happy his parents were together. He wanted what they had, pure, intimate, cherished love. But what if he couldn’t find it in time?

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Lucy paced the small room, back and forth, back and forth. She didn’t know how long she’d been locked in here, this room with blocked off windows and the small, uncomfortable bed. She pounded on the door, just as she did every few hours. A few moments later, her captors appeared at the other side of it, and she heard the key in the lock turn ever so slightly.

“Yes, your highness?” One of them said, poking his head in. Paul.

“Oh, Paul, thank goodness it’s you and not Peter.” Lucy said, trying her best to cover the disgust in her voice as she said their names. Paul and Peter were twins (it’s always twins, isn’t it?), both of them being gangly, lean men. They were young enough to be ignorant in every form of the word, but just old enough to, hypothetically, successfully kidnap a princess.

“Ay, what?” Peter demanded, poking his head in just above his brothers.

“She was just saying how she, the Princess, much prefers me to you.” Paul stated smugly.

“Oi, I know that’s a crock of shit! What about that time I brought you a muffin, your majesty?” Peter asked, looking pleadingly at the Princess. She shrugged her shoulders.

“You brought her a muffin?! What makes you think she’s deserving of any amenities? She’s our prisoner!”

“Aye but look at her! We can’t starve her!”

“Gentlemen, gentlemen, please,” Lucy motioned for them to come into the room. “I called for you because, well, I’m so dreadfully hot.” She said, pointing to the fireplace.

The brothers looked at each other and then at her.

“Are you mad?” Paul asked.

“Hmm?”

“It’s nearly autumn, you’ll freeze!”

Lucy shrugged her shoulders again. “I’m sweating and ruining this dress.” She lied, “It was expensive. I’ll make you pay the difference as a deduction from whatever ransom you receive.”

Once again the brothers looked at one another, then it was their turn to shrug their shoulders. Paul turned on his heel to guard the door while Peter retrieved a bucket of water and put out the fire.

Lucy thanked them each quietly as she felt the already obvious draft come in. She shivered, laying back down on the bed. A few more hours, then it would be ready.

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“Now, remember: no nagging, bragging, sweating, fretting, slipping, or tripping allowed. Stay present, stay pleasant, and proud.” Rami instructed Y/N after she’d put on the wig, changed into a proper gown, and found a tiara to place on her head. She nodded, though in all honesty, she didn’t catch half of what he was saying. He motioned for her to sit down at the small desk that sat in the corner of Princess Lucy’s bedroom, then promptly handed her a feathered quill and a piece of parchment.

He continued giving instructions, and Y/N wrote them down as quickly as she could. It wasn’t long before she was being taught how to curtsy and walk with a stack of books upon her head. Rami smiled as she began finishing tasks before he had even given the entire direction and knew that while Y/N may not have been born royalty, she sure as hell could act the part.

“And when in doubt, what do you do if you don’t know how to respond to something?” Rami asked, gripping her shoulders and looking intensely into her Y/E/C eyes.

Y/N pouted and furrowed her eyebrows, looking practically identical to Lucy. “Let me consult my personal advisors.”

“Perfect.” Rami grinned ear to ear. “Now, let’s get ready to meet some suitors.”

“Who’s coming, again?”

“A prince and two dukes. They’re all cousins.”

Y/N nodded, swallowing her nerves. This would certainly be interesting.

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Ben watched as the castle came closer into view, taking in the sight of the countryside along the mountain it sat upon. It really was beautiful.

“Benny,” Joseph said softly, mischief gleaming in his eyes. “Are you prepared to meet a princess who will make you harder than this mountain?”

Just as he said it, the carriage hit a harsh bump and Ben’s side of the carriage sagged. The three cousins chuckled while Damian sat in his corner, rolling his eyes. These heathens! No respect for the crowns on their heads whatsoever. Shameful.

It didn’t take much longer for the carriage to arrive at the palace. When it did, the men were greeted by the palace guards and quickly escorted into the throne room while some of the servants retrieved their luggage. The four entered the room, where every set of eyes fell upon Y/N. All three suitors felt their breaths catch in their throats as she slowed looked to the three suitors presented in front of her. Ben had to force his eyes away from her for just a moment when he realized the Queen was talking.

“... and view the palace and all that your courtship would have to offer...” Ben heard the Queen say before he noticed the other person in the room- a man of smaller frame with a mop of curly dark hair pulled back. He stood by the Princess, one arm behind his back. Ben wondered what he was holding, but dismissed his thoughts when he saw Y/N’s movement in his peripheral vision. For a princess, she looked... nervous. Unsure of herself, almost. Perhaps she’s just humble. Don’t find a humble princess too often these days.

“Lucy? Lucy darling?” The Queen said, looking at her daughter, who stood on the other side of the throne. Y/N blinked a few times and turned towards the Queen, her hands shaking.

“Y-yes mother?” She stuttered softly.

“Please, why don’t you escort these young men around the palace?” She said, waving her hand off. Y/N nodded and lifted her dress just enough so she could walk down the three steps off of the platform in the throne room. As she reached the final step the three suitors walked towards her, moving quickly with her. Ben didn’t realize he was moving so slowly, he was practically drooling over her. He watched as she gracefully descended the steps, looking over her shoulder with a smirk he mistook for mischief (in reality is was a nervous habit Y/N had developed, and it was really coming out these past few hours). And that voice! So soft, so delicate. He watched as Joseph and Gwilym went to her sides, both offering their arms for her interlace her own in. Her hands shook as she grasped both of their arms, making Ben frown.

The quartet walked around the palace, Y/N trying her hardest to remember where she was going and how to get back. Rami had walked her around the palace briefly, but it hadn’t been enough time to memorize the location of every room.

“And here we have...erm,” Y/N paused, looking inside the room before quickly backing up and giggling, her eyes wide, pulling her right hand from Joseph’s arm to cover her smile as she laughed, “well, that was supposed to be our palace infirmary, but, um....” She shook her head, knowing it wouldn’t be very princess-y of her to say what she saw.

Ben raised his eyebrows, a smirk on his face. Ah, that laugh. He loved that laugh. Y/N leaned her back against the wall, biting her thumb to keep from bursting out into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Gwilym asked, leaning over her to see inside the room. Y/N shook her head.

“No, no, don’t look in there, you won’t find it amusing!” She said, waving her arms.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll find it funny.” Joseph said, a smirk of his own growing. The pair of Dukes approached the door, about to open it. Just as Gwilym’s hand met the knob, the infirmary door burst open and a quite sweaty, older woman and a ruffled looking Abigor walked out. Y/N shook her head as a blush rose to their cheeks, her smile not bothering to hide itself.

Abigor looked at her and his eyes went wide. He pushed past the group of royals, muttering something about not having any privacy. Once he was out of earshot, the four looked at one another and doubled over.

“I honestly don’t know what they were thinking, the infirmary?” Ben chuckled, the creases of his eyes folding as he squinted with laughter.

“He’s... he’s got a room here and everything!” Y/N wheezed through giggles.

The four laughed together some more as they walked, quickly easing any stuffy tension from before. Y/N walked on her own, no longer feeling the pressure to take the arm of a man to guide her.

When they arrived to the garden, they walked in a comfortable silence. They looked around freely, drinking in the scents of gardenia and rose petals. It was nearly sunset, making the view of the kingdom and mountains surrounding it even more beautiful. Y/N took in the view before Ben called her over, a yellow rose in hand.

“Princess Lucy?” He said softly, his expression nervous. Y/N turned around to face him, furrowing her eyebrows when she saw his face. She took a few steps closer to him and found herself involuntarily brushing his cheek with her hand, trying to relax him. He closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing.

“Please, take this rose that I plucked from uh... from your garden.” He said softly, a chuckle concluding his request.

“Hey, no fair! I wanted to deface the garden first!” Joseph called from the other side of the rose bush. Gwilym turned to look at them as well, smiling at Ben and giving him a thumbs up.

“Oh, Prince Benjamin... I- I don’t know what to say.”

“Well, first off, you can start by just calling me Ben.” Y/N smiled at that.

“Alright, Ben.”

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Rami returned to the servants quarters, the Queen’s spectacles still in hand. If anyone in the palace would have been able to tell Y/N from Lucy, it would have been her. And for now, there was no way Rami would let that happen. He watched Y/N from his small window, she was clearly attracted to Prince Ben. She looked at him the same way Rami looked at Lucy, and Ben looked at Y/N the same way Lucy looked at Rami. Lovingly. Adoringly, even if they had only just been acquainted.

Rami turned around, placing the Queen’s specs in the tiny hole in the wall behind his bed. They would be safe there. Just as he moved his bed back and turned around, he heard Abigor talking to someone in the hallway. He approached his door, listening intently.

“You idiots! I know the Princess isn’t at the cabin, she’s out with those fucking morons in the garden right now!” Abigor howled, seething with anger.

“But sire, we know she’s there! She was in the bed all night and was there this morning! She even asked to have the fire put out.” A deeper voice said, matter of factually.

“You simpering simpletons! How long has it been since you’ve checked on her? Hours?! All day?! How is my plan supposed to work if the Princess is still here?!”

Rami stepped back from the door, feeling nauseous. A cabin? What?

“Yes sir, right away sir.” A different voice said. Then he heard shuffling, and the mutterings of ‘sorry’s by the two other men. Abigor scoffed, then sighed, leaving as well.

Rami sat on his bed for a moment, taking in what he’d just heard. Then he knew what he had to do.

He quickly grabbed a coat and a blanket before rushing out to the stables, hitching a cart to a horse and trying his best to catch up to the men who he’d just heard.

“Don’t worry Princess, I’m coming to find you.” He promised softly, looking into the sunset, wondering if she saw it too. He had to find her, he just had to.

He concluded that when he did find her, he would never let her go.

Never again.

#ben hardy x reader #ben jones x reader #ben hardy #rami malek #lucy boynton #gwilym lee #joe mazzello #BoRhap #borhap boys #the princess and the pauper

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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RANDOMNESS THINGS

So this is all my stuff that doesnt have a real character or I dont frequently write for that character. Enjoy ~Sweater-daddies dumb dork

Randomness Things-

In the Kitchen- Small drabble with a pic of Tom Hiddleston. No warnings.

Strand of Pearls- 600 approx. Your in a mood, and willing to irritate Loki into paying attention to you.

Loki Request- Short Read. Loki and You are on a mission at a Gala. Needing some information off a computer, you two have to wait for it to download. SMUT.

Fun On Set- 800 approx. Richard the Trickster for Supernatural arrives on set. Written for Official-and-Unstable-Satan’s Fic off. Gifs were challenged to me by them.

Just a Moment- Small drabble with a picture of Chris. No warnings.

Anon Request- Small drabble using pictures from Chris mens health Photoshoot. No warnings.

Doggy Paddle, Doggy Style. Same Thing- 2.3k. Peter Quill x Y/N. Peter decides he wants to visit home again, Earth. SMUT. Written for official-and-unstable-satans fic off.

I Better Be- Short. Peter Quill x Y/N. Peter is working on fixing up The Milano, with no help from his crew. Fluffy, hints of sexual tension. Written for Kitkatd7 250 writing challenge.

Redwing, We Could Use An Assist- short. Natasha x You (Sam/Redwing is hanging out as well) Mission does not go quite as planned to Sams amusement. Written for Whistling Willows 1.5k writing challenge. Prompts in bold italiacs.

How To Deal With Brats- 1.3k. You done pissed off your Boyfriend, Taylor Kitsch. Written for a friend.

Sun Soaked- short drabble featuring Taylor. Written for a friend, FLUFFY

Sight Seeing- 1k Featuring Taylor Kitsch. Written for a friend. smut. You rwo are exploring New York and you made the mistake of wearing heels.

Sing Me A Song- 1k Featuring Taylor Kitsch helping his Little Song Bird feel better.

Sugar Rush- 2.2k. Its Taylors birthday on set and you have a surprise for him. SMUT

Deadpools Quirks- HC of Deadpool and you. Request.

Deadpool... NOPE DEADPONY- If Deadpool was a my little pony. Just random ass shit.

This Is Still Marvel, Right? 2.5k Deadpool x Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes. Deadpool the character from the comics is sitting across from the table from you, real right in front of your eyes. Not only is time travel a thing, but dimension travel is as well, and he is here for a very serious reason. Warnings- swears.

When You Are A Super Fan... 3.1k Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Wade Wilson x You. It's Friday, which leads to Saturday, the best day of the week. It can't get better than that. Wade though is bound to prove you wrong by crashing in unexpectedly. He has a serious dilemma on his hands and needs the Super Duper Trio to help him out. Warnings- Swears and Wade really trying to hook up with Bucky. Written for @jtargaryen18 Friday The 13th Flash Fiction Challenge. Prompts Dialogue is italiazed, the rest scattered throughout the fic. This takes place after This Is Still Marvel, Right?

Wade’s Emotional Support Steve- 1.3k Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson x Wade Wilson x Reader. Giving Bucky a crash course in the fun world of video games enables Bucky to open up a bit, making a rare mention of Steve. Wade, overcome with his own emotions at the moment offers Bucky one of his prized possessions.

Clash- short read, smut. You two shouldn't be doing this, but what's wrong just feels right.

Tom Hardy Suggestion- it's rainy out, and you're cuddling up with your man.

Tom Hardy Suggestion- Tom gets to be the little spoon this time.

Tom Hardy Suggestion- You're teasing Tom all day and he’s had enough.

Chibs Telford Request- Chibs comes back from a run and returns back to you.

Just Five More Minutes- written as a birthday request. Hozier announces your his girlfriend. Smut. NSFW

Personal OC Drabbles-

Karl Urban Request- Drago wakes up to find Lilianna having had a bad dream and comforts her.

#Ambers Fics #amber writes #sweater writes #randomness things

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just-my-fandom · 5 years

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Can I request a one shot of thor x child reader? Maybe where when he goes back in time he and Jane had a little boy who was around two years old that unfortuanetly gets killed along with his mother. So he gets somewhat of a second chance to see his son again. The reader knows its not the same thor from his time. Both share a few adorable moments with each other until thor has to leave.

Can I request a one shot of thor x child reader? Maybe where when he goes back in time he and Jane had a little boy girl who was around two years old that unfortuanetly gets killed along with her mother. So he gets somewhat of a second chance to see his daughter again. The reader knows its not the same thor from her time. Both share a few adorable moments with each other until thor has to leave.

Add on; Thor tries to bring reader with him to the present time but Rocket says no. Thor is able to bring the reader with him and the reader remains alive :) happy ending fight me

This was poorly written and I apologize

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"So, where is she?"

Thor glances over to look down at the raccoon in front of him, Rockets arms crossed as he stared at the God of Thunder,

"Where's who?"

Rocket narrows his eyes, arms flying outwards, "The girl with the stone, you dumbass, thats why we're here in the first place!"

"Oh," Thor clears his throat, "Right. Shes right through here,"

Thor steps around a corner, pausing at the sight of two Royal women, the queen and her grandchild,

"Dude," Rocket grunts, "Why did you stop?"

"Thats my mother," Thor swallows, and Rocket directs his eyes to the woman holding hands with a giggling little girl,

"Who's the kid?" Rocket questions, and Thor leans against one of the pillars, hiding from the girls view,

"Thats my daughter," Thor reveals, Rocket snapping his eye's back up to the man,

"You have a kid?"

"Had," Thor corrects, "She dies today with my mother,"

"Damn," Rocket frowns, "Thats rough,"

"I dont want to do this anymore," Thor steps back, Rocket spinning around to follow him,

"What? No, we have to get that stone!"

"You get the stone," Thor swallows, disappearing down a hallway,

"Thor!" Rocket calls, growling under his breath, "God dammit, always making me do shit,"

. . .

"Thor?"

The said man halts to a stop at the gentle voice, slowly turning to stare at his mother, Frigga, "Thor, what happened to you?"

"Mother, I," Thor releases a needed breath, "Im from the future. Im here to get the stone thats possessed Jane,"

"Daddy?" Frigga glances over her shoulder, hand coming from behind her back to lead a struggling three year old to her side,

"Hey," Thor breaks into a watery grin, kneeling down and opening his arms,

"Granny, what happened to Daddy?" You curl into Friggas side, the woman looking up at Thor to see the broken shadow in his eye's,

"No matter, go say hi," Frigga murmurs, your hand releasing hers to stick your arms out, balancing yourself so you are able to walk to the man with blonde hair,

His hands slowly envelope your tiny ones, pulling you forward so you could wrap your arms around his neck and smile,

Thor wraps his arms around you, nose burying in your blonde hair you had inherited from him,

"Why are you here? In front of us when you should be getting the stone," Frigga asks softly, Thor standing up with you on his arm and looking at his mother,

"I came to say goodbye one last time," Thor draws a finger down your cheek, eyes watching you twirl his blonde locks in your fingers, "Something happens, you both die today,"

"The future has plans, my son," Frigga walks up, cupping his cheek then brushing hair behind your ear, "Take her. So she will be safe with you,"

"Thor!!" Frigga looks down at a raccoon, Rocket heaving a breath and holding up the red stone, "I got it, we gotta go,"

"Taking her will effect the future," Thor warns Frigga, Rocket looking between the two before shaking his head,

"Nuh uh, we aint taking the kid. Lets go, Thor," Rocket demands, Frigga ignoring the raccoon to put a hand on Thors shoulder,

"Go, take her. She needs her father,"

Thor nods, Rocket grumbling a second time and pressing his watch, vanishing,

"One moment," Frigga slowly lifts her crown from her hair, placing it on the tiny head of yours, your giggle making her smile when the crown slides over your eye's,

You push the crown up, Thor pushing buttons on his watch, and his hand tucks your head into his shoulder before he vanishes

. . .

"I cant believe you brought her,"

Rockets voice has the avengers looking up, eyes instantly spotting the three year old looking around in amazement,

"Wait," Steve moves forward, your eyes meeting his, "Is that Y/N? The kid you had with Jane?"

"I had to bring her," Thor says quietly, "She was going to die if I didn't,"

"Nevermind that," Rocket grunts, "You do realize you just brought a toddler into a battle, right?"

"We have you," Clint rolls his eyes, Rocket glaring at him as Thor lifts the crown off your eye's and moves to introduce you to Bruce

BONUS

"Shouldnt you be the one to rule?"

Thor looks over at Valkyrie holding his daughter, who picked at the flowers clutched in her fists,

"Thats your job now," Thor clears his throat, "I was able to save her before she was killed, and I want to give her the life she couldnt have before,"

"By taking her to space?" Valkyrie shakes her head, "You're going to have a weird kid,"

"Quill came out normal," Thor shrugs, "Ish,"

"I wish you luck," Valkyrie sets you on the floor, looking up when a ship lands,

"Thor!" Peter calls, walking up to the old king and new ruler. He looks down at you, and sticks out a hand, "Ready to go kid?"

"Puppy," You giggle, one hand taking his and finger pointing at Rocket,

"Im not a Puppy!" Rocket snarls, but you pad up to him, Thor watching You put a hand to Rockets snout and giggle,

"Ah," Rocket curses lowly, "You're lucky you're cute, and Thors kid,"

#thor x reader #thor odison x reader #thor odison imagine #peter quill x reader #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket raccoon #rocket raccoon imagine #tony stark smut #tonyxpeter #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #valkyrie x reader

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iwillbeinmynest · 5 years

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Hold On Loosely - Biker!Steve x Reader(f) Chapter 18

Authors Notes: If you’d like to be tagged please send me an ask. I keep better track of tags that way.

Word Count: 1.3k

Special Thanks: Here’s to @itsanerdlife for fueling my Biker obsession and being my Beta for this whole thing. To my girl over at @girl-next-door-writes who also beta’ed for me. And an extra shout out to @bettercallsabs for this beautiful graphic. She is amazing and y’all need to check her out!!

Notes/Warnings: (My notes and warnings are for the story as a whole. Some notes and Warnings will not apply to every chapter.) smoking (I do not support smoking. keep your lungs clean y’all.) drinking, (be of age, don’t be stupid) minor violence, backstabbing, attempted murder, anxiety, stress, mentions of death, car accident, trauma, …I think that’s it. let me know if I’ve missed something.

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Sam followed Steve out the front door with Mandie in tow. She huffed and pretended to cry but no one cared to listen.

When Steve stepped out the front door he was surprised to see at least three dozen men hanging around Y/N's driveway and street. He jogged down the steps when He saw Frank and called out to him.

"Where is-" Steve paused when he got closer. "What happened to your face?"

Frank smirked. "Your old lady's got a mean fist. Caught me in the jaw."

Steve grinned, proud. "Where is she?"

Frank jerked his head back behind him.

He looked over Frank's shoulder to see two bikers move towards the house. Behind them stood Y/N talking with Clint, who rubbed her back before saying something that made her smile.

She looked to the ground and her smile faded. Then, she looked up towards her door and saw Steve. She ran to him, weaving between bikers but never losing eye contact.

"Steve!"

He met her halfway and took her into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." He muttered into her hair. He lifted her face and kissed her long and hard, ignoring all the whoops and whistles from the other bikers.

She pulled back and hugged him again. "Did it work?"

Steve sighed. He'd never been so relieved. "Unfortunately, yeah." He suddenly felt the weight of the guilt he'd been carrying all night. "Listen, I'm so sorry but Mandie...she climbed all over me and kissed me. I froze and didn't know what to do. I needed her to-"

Y/N shook her head. "I'm not mad at you. It's fine. I knew what could happen when Nat planned it out. She's crazy, I knew she'd try something."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N."

Y/N gave him her best smile. "Let's deal with her. I want her gone, now."

Steve nodded and wrapped a hand around her back, leading her to Mandie. He wasn't sure how this next part was going to go and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't worried about it. He nodded to an older man who'd been keeping an eye on him since he walked out of the house. That man made his way over to him and Y/N.

Mandie was practically seething. "You set me up?" She spit her words at Y/N.

"All I did was finally prove how terrible of a person you are." Y/N was trying to keep her cool but it had been a long night and her resolve wasn't going to last much longer.

"Me?!" Mandie jerked in Sam's grasp but he held tight. "You're the terrible person! Manipulating Steve to think you're some sweet, sad, little widow. Be honest with yourself. You love playing the victim. You've been doing it since Danny died!" Mandie groaned and rolled her eyes. "Do you know how annoying it was to listen to you whine about Danny? I wanted to kill myself!"

Y/N crossed her arms but stayed silent. She felt Steve's thumb moving up and down on her back. A silent reminder that he was there.

Mandie was on a tirade. She took a breath and kept on. "And then you think you have the guts to live with bikers? You can't handle them! You aren't woman enough. You've got to be able to do anything they tell you, no matter who's saying it."

The implication she was making, made a chill run down Y/N's spine. Steve wasn't like that. In fact none of the Rebel Brotherhood treated women like that.

Mandie nodded and gave a wicked grin. "Yeah. that's exactly what I'm talking about. can you handle being passed around, Y/N?"

Sam shifted his weight. "Can we hand her off now? I’ve never hit a woman, Steve but I don't know how much more of her I can handle."

Before Steve had a chance to respond, Mandie spit in Sam's face and cursed at him.

A rough hand grabbed Mandie's arm. "That's enough, Amanda." His deep voice made her freeze.

"Daddy?" Mandie's voice seemed to soften and she practically shrunk away under his glare.

"Not another word." He growled. He nodded at one of the men behind him who escorted her to a bike with a lime green skull on it.

The older man took Steve's hand in a firm shake. "Harvey Jud. I'm sorry for the problems my daughter has caused you. She's…" he shook his head embarrassed. "I don't even know what."

"What will you do with her?" Y/N asked. She didn't realize it was out of turn until she saw Steve and Sam shift uncomfortably.

Harvey looked back at a trembling Mandie. "We'll take her back home and keep tabs on her. She won't be back here ever again. I give you my word on that. I'm sorry for how she treated you, Miss."

Y/N nodded, choosing to keep quiet, now.

Bucky, Nat and Clint walked up on the conversation with Quill in tow. He was groaning as he walked hunched over and bleeding from the beating he'd gotten.

"I believe this belongs to you." Bucky said with a nod of respect.

"Not for long." Harvey grumbled. Another nod and two other men hauled Peter away and tossed him in the bed of a truck.

Harvey turned back to Bucky. "I appreciate your understanding about all of this and for not holding it to my club."

Bucky nodded. "My old man vouched for you years ago and dead or not I still believe his word. This wasn't club behavior and I'd rather us remain allies."

"Agreed."

The men shared a solemn look for a moment.

"Well," Harvey straightened. "I'll leave your town to settle and take my mess back north. Give Stark my regards."

"I will." Bucky said as he put an arm around Nat.

All of the Rebel Brotherhood stood on the front lawn and watched The Four Horsemen ride off. Once they were out of site, everyone seemed to breathe easier.

"Steve," Y/N looked at him with furrowed brows. "I thought Peter was with the Miami Devils. Why are the Four Horsemen taking him?"

"Apparently," Frank jumped in. "He just got his kutte with the Devils. He didn't tell them he was on the run from the Horsemen."

"Wow." She shook her head.

"It's all over, baby. You're safe now. You've got three clubs who know who you are now. You are beyond protected." Steve gave a small smile.

Y/N left Steve to go over and hug Nat. "I can't thank you enough for what you did for me."

"I'd do it again in a heartbeat." She hugged her back.

Bucky put a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Are you okay? I hope this hasn't scared you off."

"Other than Frank giving me a heart attack," She grinned at him. "I'm fine."

Frank rubbed his bruised jaw. "I said sorry."

Steve hugged her from behind. "I'm proud of you for punching him, though."

"You punched him?" Bucky looked shocked. He grabbed her hand and chuckled at her bruised knuckles.

"And she threw a knife at me!" Frank added, slightly offended.

"Yeah, but she missed." Sam smiled.

"Only 'cause it was dark." Y/N smirked. Everyone laughed, even Frank.

Steve leaned down and kissed her neck. "So hot."

Y/N laughed and turned to face him. "I love you."

He kissed her with his hands tangled in her hair. "I love you, too."

Y/N pushed him back to look at him for no reason other than to memorize him more. "Can we go inside now?" She said quietly.

Steve looked up at his club. "Y'all get outta here. My old lady wants some peace and quiet."

Everyone chuckled but made their way to the bikes and said their good-nights.

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