#happy kiss a ginger day to nat

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HAPPY KISS A GINGER DAY

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I have a request with Nat x reader. It’s a party at the compound and nobody has ever seen Nat drunk but this night she was completely gone like blackout drunk. So you end up having to carry her to her room and take care of her but she accidentally admits her love for you, you end up sleeping on the armchair in the room and in the morning you wake up to a Nat that’s throwing up on the floor, at first she don’t remember shit but later during the day she remembered what she said and gets really flustered and embarrassed but it ends I fluff reader admits her love for Nat to

Title: Drunken Confessions

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: alcohol

a/n: thank you for the request! happy reading <3

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Everyone knew Tony Stark loved the glamour of his extravagant parties often threw in the Avengers tower. Everyone also knew that while everyone else got batshit drunk, the black widow never got even slightly tipsy after several rounds of drinking games when everyone else was drunk enough to strip to their undergarments and start pole dancing. She always only watched with a hint of amusement glinting in her emerald eyes

That led to the bet going on amongst the other Avengers, Tony threw in a solid 500 dollars to whoever got Natasha drunk while the others put in smaller amounts. Thor had been lurking around with a smug grin for a whole 5 minutes since the party had started, you had no doubt that he’d been up to no good and opted not to touch the alcohol at the bar for tonight.

Spotting a certain redhead, you sidled up to the bar in your new dress that you definitely haven’t bought to impress her and new heels that again, you definitely didn’t buy to awe her. “Someone put in effort for tonight’s party” Natasha said, dropping her gaze to your heels and all the way up until she met your eyes “trying to impress someone?” she winked teasingly. Damn it, were you that obvious “Steve maybe?” she pressed, seating yourself on one of the rotatable, red leather stools you laughed “I don’t swing that way”

Natasha hummed in acknowledgement “me neither” she said. You turned to look at her so quickly that you thought you may have given yourself whiplash “Then…You and Bruce?” you asked cautiously “there’s a reason that didn’t work out” she said, taking a sip of her martini and sending her glass a peculiar look “you’re new?” she asked the bartender “no ma’am I’ve been working here for three years” Natasha’s lips formed into a silent ‘oh’ and you stifled a laugh

After a few more glasses of alcohol, Natasha was clearly very drunk, the rest of the avengers who hadn’t seen Thor’s expression of obvious smugness had drunk the alcohol unknowingly too and Tony and Steve were challenging each other to a dance off. In their boxers. You watched with amusement and second-hand embarrassment. Meanwhile, the Russian that was the heart of all this chaos was standing across the room apparently having an argument with Clint about whether the walls are green or red. The walls are white. Then it suddenly clicked in your mind, the only alcohol that could get her so shockingly drunk, Asgardian liquor

Of course, why hadn’t you thought about it before. Thor was incredibly competitive even if he didn’t look it. You continued sitting aside from all the havoc erupting on the party floor taking tentative sips from the water you’d brought, keeping an eye on Natasha before she does something stupid. Normally that was her job, unbeknownst to you, Natasha always looked out for you during Tony’s parties, knowing your alcohol tolerance wasn’t exactly high.

Glancing at the clock, you could see that it was almost 3 in the morning and the noises had died down and all the Avengers were splayed out on the couch only half awake, Natasha was half laid half seated on two bar stools barely keeping herself upright. Deciding that you really didn’t want her to fall off and give herself a concussion, you tugged at her sleeve “come on Nat, we’re going back to your bedroom” she smirked at you with her painted lips which were normally perfect but tonight, they were slightly smudged, you liked the look on her though

“Bedroom? Getting frisky already y/l/n?” you raised your eyebrows while helping her off the chair and draping your jacket around her shoulders “getting concerned about how drunk you are” you corrected. Natasha hummed and after a few steps let her head slump onto your shoulder, you were half supporting and half carrying her but you were glad she wasn’t sober right now because your heart was probably going a million miles a minute, her hair smelt so nice, her tresses were gently tickling your neck

Caught up in your thoughts you had to abruptly steer Natasha towards her bedroom before she walked directly into a wall. Practically dumping her onto the bed with a huff from the exertion of dragging her all the way back to her room, you pulled off her heels and hung up the jacket “I love y/n, don’t you think she’s just so pretty, she’s so smart too and how she fights, it’s soooo hot” she slurred and your cheeks heated up.

You were ready to dismiss it as a hallucination, you had feelings for the redhead, you’d been harboring them for a good 2 months because you thought they’d never be reciprocated. But Natasha turned to you “do you think she likes me too?” she asked “yeah, yeah I’m sure she does” you whispered. Natasha seemed to hear it, she sighed contentedly and let her eyes close. Making your way out of the room, you heard her say “stay” it was barely a whisper but you heard it and you could never refuse her

So you slumped onto her chair with your chin supported by the heel of your hand just appreciating how gorgeous she looked even blackout drunk, ginger hair all over the place and smudged makeup. It sounded creepy but you were really just taking the advantage of being able to stare at her now before she’s sober again tomorrow and your act of indifference had to come up again.

You didn’t know at what point you fell asleep but you woke up to Natasha rushing to the bathroom and throwing up in the toilet. Hastily pulling her hair back into a ponytail, you rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe her. She glanced up at you when she was done and flushed the toilet “why are you here?” she asked while rinsing her mouth in the sink and holding a hand to her head while wincing. You tried to hide your disappointment, last night it was the alcohol speaking, not her, it didn’t even make sense that she would remember it, really. “you couldn’t stay on your feet on your own, let alone walk back to your room, I wanted to make sure you were okay so I slept in that armchair” you gestured to the armchair at the corner of her room

“You didn’t have to do that” she said “but I’m glad you did, thank you” sending you a tired smile. You squeezed her shoulder “I’m gonna go make some breakfast you want some?” you asked at her doorway “please” she said while removing the makeup from the night before. You nodded and made your way to the kitchen

Once you step foot in the kitchen, you saw Thor with a triumphant smile on his face and the rest of the Avengers grumbling, you slapped a 50 dollar note on the table, shaking your head amusedly as you passed by. Thor’s grin widened further as he stuffed the money into his pocket. There were pancakes in the pan, courtesy of Wanda most probably. You put two each on separate plates, slathering Nutella on yours and drizzling syrup on Natasha’s. you made some coffee and poured out two mugs

When you came back to the table, Natasha was already seated wearing a hoodie, one of yours you realized with a skip of your heartbeat, and sweatpants. Setting the plate and mug of coffee in front of her, you took a seat and dug in.

It was only in the afternoon when you and Natasha were working on reports that her cheeks suddenly went pink and she stared at you with an expression of mortification. You frowned at her sudden distress and walked over to her “what’s wrong?” you asked, genuinely concerned. “last night, what I said, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I didn’t, I mean, I do feel that way, but if you don’t it’s completely understandable and I-” you cut her off by pressing your lips to hers, the feeling of her lips against yours was heavenly, they were soft and tasted like her vanilla and cherry chapstick.

“I love you too” you whispered slightly dazed from the fact that you’d just kissed Natasha and that she hadn’t pulled away “show me how much” she said and kissed you again.

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date night (natasha romanoff x reader, fluff)

sumarry: natasha and reader having a romantic bath (kind of)

A/N: feel free to tell me what you think of this one, or request any kind of idea from me! hope you're having a great day, enjoy <3 :)

nat loved to spend time with me, she loved taking me on dates and she had the cutest date ideas, too. we were lying in our bed, staring at the ceiling. the silence in the room was hiding under the soft sound of love songs we had on our shared spotify playlist since we had a very similar music taste. every word of each ballad made me realize how deeply in love i actually was with the woman beside me. i turned my head to the side to look at her, only to catch her already looking at me.

as soon as our eyes met, the corners of her lips turned upwards, guiding her steady expression into a smile.

"hey." she whispered softly.

"hi." i whispered back.

"how about i run us a bath by candles, we'll watch a movie, drink some wine, just to relax and have some fun, some romance." she suggested quietly, the tone of her voice was calm and careful, yet confident.

"that sounds nice." i gave her a small smile, receiving a quiet little 'okay' as she got up from the bed, leaning down to place a kiss on my forehead before the figure disappeared in the bathroom.

i got up after a little while, turning off the music.

i entered the bathroom and natasha turned around to face me. she looked so happy it made my heart smile. i could read infinite love from her glade green orbs. i couldn't ripp my gaze off of the enchanting emerald eyes but as soon as i did, i noticed the way she prepared the whole place. there was just enough water in the tub, few drops of rose essential oil with actual rose petals floating on top, white thin candles lit up all over the place but of course only at the places we couldn't knock them off at. natasha's notebook was at a small storage area we had right next to the bathtub along the whole width of one of its short side and two glasses with a bottle of red wine on the ground in front of it. there was a towel right next to the notebook so we wouldn't touch it with wet hands.

the lights were currently on and we couldn't get our eyes off each other.

"still with me?" she asked carefully, ready to clean it all up in case i changed my mind. we have been naked with each other multiple times already, but nat knew i got insecure sometimes and the last thing she would ever wanted was to scare me off or force me into something i didn't fully agree with.

"yeah. it's beautiful." i smiled and pulled her closer by her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

we both began undressing slowly, laughing as we did so. we didn't even know why it felt so funny to us. it was just a happy moment. we folded our clothes and put it on top of the laundry basket and natasha turned off the light.

"ready?" she giggled and laid down to the tub, ready for me to position myself on top of her. it was nice. the warmth of her skin against mine, the rosy scent of the essential oil filling up the air in the whole room. her long ginger hair was tied up in a messy bun, exposing her pierced ears, she looked so beautiful i knew i was the luckiest i could have ever been. there was no one like her, she was so goddamn special, i wished she knew. i did my best everyday to show her how worthy and magnificent she was but i knew she would never believe if i told her.

"what should we watch?" she asked and just by the way she spoke i could tell she was smirking. i looked at her to prove i was right and i smiled at the thought of knowing her so well.

"whatever you want. i don't really care, i'm just glad i'm with you." i answered, receiving a loving kiss in my hair.

"Moonraker it is." she giggled and turned to the computer to look it up. of course it was. her favorite movie she made me watch at least a few hundred times already but it never got old to watch her quote every line of the movie by heart.

"you're so romantic." i joked teasingly.

"oh shut up." she frowned though she was still smiling.

the movie was about halfway through and she looked so adorable i couldn't help but admire her the whole time. she quoted some parts of the movie quietly, she always had to lean closer to the edge of the tub whenever she intended to reach her glass and i could feel the way her muscles flex under my body as she did so. her face was relaxed and calm, her hand let go of me from time to time to bring the glass of wine to her slightly parted lips. she would look at me sometimes, catching me already staring at her every single time.

"what?" she giggled as she did so for at least the sixth time.

"nothing." i mumbled, smiling.

she paused the movie and frowned her eyebrows at me.

"you're so beautiful i can't get my eyes off of you." i confessed.

"liar." she teased.

"if i was lying about this i wouldn't be right here right now with you in the first place." i stated and she let my words sink into her head.

"yeah that's a fact." she whispered softly. "are you enjoying this though? cause i don't wanna bore you if you don't like watching the movie, i know i made you see it a few times."

"i'm having a good time. i like the movie, though i like watching you recite the whole thing better." i teased and she rolled her eyes but still pressed a kiss on my cheek.

"you're pretty annoying." she whispered.

"yeah i know you mention that quite a lot." i giggled.

"good. good you know. i'm still gonna marry you one day." she smiled, enjoying the shock on my face she caused, then she kissed my lips deeply.

"we should get going though, we've been her for a long time. we'll finish the movie in the bed, okay? we can also order a pizza if you'd like." she waited for me to get up so she could get up herself, too.

"yeah, sure. if you're willing to have some of it, too." i stated.

"of course. why wouldn't i?" she frowned, visibly confused by my words.

"well just because every time we order pizza, you blame your 'strict diet'" i turned around to face her again and gave her a small smile to show i'm not blaming her.

"my love to you is stronger than my hatred about my own body."

"can't tell if that's good or bad." i whispered as i gradually dried my body.

"why would it be bad? love is stronger." she put her hand on my shoulder and moved her thumb, the way it caressed my skin expended the comfort of her soft touch.

"yeah, well but the hatred's still there." i frowned my eyebrows and brought my hand to cup her cheek. she put her hand over mine and leaned into my touch, smiling at the thought of the words she was about to say next:

"for as long as we love, hatred has no power over us."

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natasha romanoff relationship alphabet

requested by anon!

a - actions. what sort of things do they do to show they love their s.o?

for nat, her main love language is protecting you. you're literally the most important thing in her life and given how dangerous her job is, ensuring you're safe is her main priority. expect her to steal you some hella cool weapons and teach you basic (or even advanced) self defence. she'll also text you to make sure you're okay during the day and she'll never go to sleep until you've texted to say you're home safe.

b - beginnings. how did the relationship begin? how has it changed?

s l o w l y. this is the black widow we're talking about, so she would have spent a very long time trying to deny her feelings for you. once she's admitted them to herself, admitting them to you doesn't seem so hard, but it probably would have taken a lot of advice from more reasonable minds - i.e sam & steve - to guide her. the thing about natasha is that once you've got her, you've got her, so it's changed in the sense that she's gone from hiding her feelings for you to laying herself bare. no buts, no coconuts. she's yours.

c - comfortable. how comfy are they with each other? peeing with the door open close, or would they rather keep the mystery?

nat probably tried to keep the mystery at first, but it's so much energy. she's happy to just live as her true self in front of you so don't be surprised if you start most your days complaining to her about the ginger hair she's left all over the shower.

d - dates. do they consider dates to be important? what kind do they prefer?

dates aren't the most important thing for nat -- she loves spending time with you on the daily but designated date nights aren't her priority. with that said, if she does do them, they'll be super lowkey. it'll either be a movie night in with takeout, or she'll surprise you on your lunch break.

e - engagement. how would they propose? who would even pop the question?

i don't get the vibes that nat would want to get married - if anything, she's more likely to go into a long ass speech about how relationships don't need to be legally binding to mean something, and it's all just a capitalist lie and...yeah, you stopped listening at that point. but the main take away is, it's not essential to her. but if you really, really wanted to get married, and if it was a very significant thing to you? she'd do it in a heartbeat.

f - fundamental. for them, what is the most fundamental part of a relationship?

trust. natasha has gone her whole life not knowing who to trust and without anyone to turn to. she's naturally suspicious of everyone around her so she would need absolute and complete faith in her s.o, because you are the one person she never wants to question.

g - gratitude. how do they show their appreciation for you?

by opening up to you. it's something that nat rarely does, but it shows how must love and trust she has for you.

h - home. a random domestic headcanon.

everyone pictured natasha's apartment being like...a concrete box, but it's actually amazing. everything is colour co-ordinated and aesthetic and it's cluttered, but in the best way.

i - infinite. do they believe their love is endless, or is there something that could break it?

if you went behind her back or betrayed her, that would be it. the minute she stops trusting you is the minute it's over - and while she could never fully stop loving you, nothing in the world could fix it.

j - jokes. who’s the funny one?

it's a tie. nat has a more deadpan sense of humour, but she always makes you laugh.

k - kiss. how do they kiss? favourite type?

nat does this thing when she kisses you where she puts a hand on the back of your neck and gives it a light squeeze when she wants to make it deeper, and she loves biting on your lower lip to tease you before quickly pulling away - especially if you're about to go and meet the others or go to a meeting - because she knows it'll be on your mind for the rest of the day

l - longing. who’s the clingy one? how are they with long distance?

nat can deal with long distance, and she has to, because of her job, and she can absolutely be the clingy one when she's in the right mood.

m - marriage. do they wanna get married?

see engagement! i accidentally covered it there

n - nicknames. what ones do they like?

she likes babe, sweetheart and darling

o - over the top. are they ever ott? or are they more low-key?

definitely more low-key. everything about natasha is on the down low and super sly, so her love is no different. she doesn't really do grand displays of affection but she absolutely does show her love for you through more intimate and personal actions.

p - picture. what’s their favourite picture of them and their s.o?

it's actually one of just you; one halloween, the team decided they all had to go as a respective avenger and you ended up going as steve. there's a picture of you holding his shield and drinking pimms from his helmet and it's been her phone background ever since.

q - quintessential. what is one they would refuse to compromise in their relationship? what’s a deal-breaker for them?

mutual respect. you respect her and she respects you. if she ever had to deal with anything that even slightly compromised her respect for you or for herself, that would be it.

t - tattoo. would they ever get matching tattoos with their s.o, or a tattoo for them?

she's vehemently against matching tattoos, but she would definitely get a small one for you - maybe something on one of her fingers, or her ankle

u - understanding. how understanding are they? or are they a little difficult?

nat is the least difficult person ever. she's so understanding of you & your feelings and she will always respect them and go out her way to help you if you need it.

v - vases. do they buy flowers?

always!! at least once a week.

w - wandering. do they wanna travel? or immediately settle down?

nat has travelled a fair amount because of her job, but it was always for the wrong reasons. she would absolutely love to go on actual vacations/holidays with you - for example, it's her dream to go to the south of france to sun bathe, and not to chase an international criminal. as for settling down, she absolutely would. it might take a while for her to feel like she's ready to retire, but once she has, your her whole future.

x - ex. how many exes do they have? any horror stories?

no actual legit exes, but definitely a couple one night stands that became obsessed with her.

y - you. favourite thing about their partner?

the fact you feel like home. nat's life was so uncertain for so long that the stability you bring is beyond anything she could have ever imagined.

z - zeal. how excitable are they? who’s the calm one?

nat is absolutely the calm one (she's literally been trained to be). she is a rock. she is an i-i-island.

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Congratulations on 100 followers you deserve it!!!

As for the requests can I ask i. with natasha romanoff please!

Hey,

Thank you so much <3

This prompt is just perfect for Natasha! I really had fun writing this.

Hope you like it.

Love, Charlie

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Natasha Romanoff x Genderneutral!Reader

Warnings:

i. "I love you, but that's not funny."

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Natasha was late, again. It's not as if you hadn't known that before you even left the house, after all she was always late and you were always early, but for some reason you never learned to just leave a few minutes later. It didn't bug you all that much, it really didn't, but by now you've been waiting in the cold for almost twenty minutes and all you wanted was a hot chocolate and a kiss from your girlfriend. Your girlfriend, who finally appeared in your line of sight, though it took you a moment to recognize her in her oversized coat and scarf as big as your favourite blanket. It wasn't until you looked closer that you realized that Natasha actually was wearing your favourite blanket. She stopped right in front of you and before she could even greet you, or apologize for being late, you interrupted her. "Nat, are you wearing my blanket around your neck?" Natasha Romanoff was one of the greatest spies on the planet, highly trained and deadly, but when she was with you all these abilities seemed to vanish, at least as long as they weren't needed. That included her poker face. Just from the guilty expression on her face you could tell that she had snuck into your flat and stolen the blanket from your sofa. "May I ask why?" There it was, that smirk that made you fall in love with her in the first place. It somehow looked even better with her sheepishly biting her bottom lip and that mischievous glow in her eyes. "You know how we always talked about needing a reason to move in together?", she asked. You had talked about that. Both of you were actually very happy with your living situations, but you couldn't deny that whenever Nat was in town you spent more time over at her place than you did your own beloved flat. But even though you felt at home in her flat and loved waking up next to Natasha and spending the morning with her, something made you hesitant to give up your flat. "What if I told you that I had the perfect reason for you to move in with me?", she asked before you could even answer the first question. The now rising smirk and the way she glanced from you down to her feet made you more nervous than you wanted to admit. "What are you talking about?" Slowly, carefully, Natasha began to unwrap the scarf blanket from her neck. Once she was done she handed it to you and with a raised eyebrow and tension in every muscle in your body you took it. Of you knew whatever Nat was doing couldn't be something dangerous, but the suspense was killing you. "(Y/N), love, I'm expecting", she told you with the most serious expression she could muster. Your hands clenched tighter around the blanket in your hands. What was she talking about? There was no way she could be pregnant, no way at all. As slowly as she had unwrapped the scarf earlier she began to unbutton her oversized coat. She looked you in the eyes before opening it all the way and reaching inside with both her hands. "Is that...?" Natasha nodded, a loving smile on her face as she petted the little furball in her hand. She handed the grey kitten over to you and you instantly wrapped the shivering little thing up in the blanket in your hands. The kitten looked up at you with big blue eyes before it opened its mouth in a yawn. "Her name is Earl, Earl Grey. Blame it on Yelena, she found her wandering the streets all alone. She wanted to keep Earl herself, but she didn't get along with Fanny, so she gave her to me." You looked up from the sleepy kitten to face your girlfriend. The smile on her face now betrayed a hint of nerves, as if she wasn't sure whether her idea had actually been as good as she originally thought. "Nat, this is the perfect reason to move in together! You're away far too often and Earl needs someone at home to take care of her." Natasha's smile changed, from uncertain to warm enough to make you forget the freezing cold air. "What do you say we skip the hot chocolate and show Earl her new home instead?"

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It had been a few weeks since you've adopted Earl, and only a couple of days since you officially moved in with Natasha. A couple of glorious days, at least until you woke up to find Nat's side of the bed abandoned. You checked the bathroom and the living room until you finally found her in the kitchen with her phone in her hand and Earl sitting on the counter in front of her. Well, not sitting on the counter to be exact. The little kitten was sitting in a teacup and Natasha had placed milk and sugar next to her for her little photo session. "What are you doing?", you asked, still too tired to make sense of the situation. Natasha turned around with a bright grin and stepped aside to give you a better view of her set up. "It's Earl Grey, in a teacup, just like Earl Grey tea." You looked from the poor cat to your grinning girlfriend and back to the cat. "Nat, darling, I love you, but that's not funny." She opened her mouth and put her hand on her heart in mock offence. "Excuse me, but her Ladyship and I think it's plenty funny", she told you in what was actually a pretty convincing English accent. You stepped closer to really look at the scene. Okay, maybe it was a bit funny, but you couldn't tell Nat now. Instead you pressed a quick kiss against her lips as you reached into the cupboard to start making yourself an actual cup of tea. "By the way, Yelena found another kitten named Ginger", Natasha said just as you turned the kettle on. "Maybe Earl could use some company." You both knew that you couldn't say no, not to Natasha's hopeful expression or Earl's big eyes staring up at you. "Fine, but we won't but her in a cup." "Actually, Ginger's a boy", Natasha told you as she began typing on her phone, probably telling Yelena to bring the newest addition to your family over. "And we both know you find it just as funny as I do." You looked at your special cup of Earl Grey again. "I won't admit to anything."

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My original plan was slightly different, but I'm quite happy with the outcome. I also wasn't sure whether Nat would be a cat or a dog person, but since Yelena already has a dog I decided to give her a cat. I hope you liked it!

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Bad Blood

Loki x Reader

1989, chapter 8

"She made friends and enemies"

Summary: It's hard to find the one, but even if you do find him it's always going to be a daily struggle to make it work. Can you even make it work after he broke your heart? The answer to that is complicated, but it all started when you found each other again in the stark Tower- and that's where our story begins.

Word count: 4,601

Warnings: language, sexism if you squint, angst, torture(Bucky style with needles and blood and knives etc), and a little fluff- not in that order.

A/N: I'm sure you guys will hate me after this. Sorry in advance? I'm saying this again- remember the timeline from the last chapter and this one...

A/N 2: thank you for @peterbenjiparker for helping me outline this chapter! And thanks to @chrissquares for the dividers! And of course to @nacho-bucky for reading this over!

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

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The pain in your head almost pulled you under and out of consciousness with the way your body felt heavy and all the- were they hands? That seemed to touch you. You shivered when you felt a spark of electricity travel through your body and your eyes shot open.

There was a blinding light directly from above you and both of your sides but after a couple of moments you managed to see through that. You saw the agents, the building, the chair you were seated in with equipment you did not know but you did not want to find out what they do. When they noticed you were awake, two men walked to you.

Mike was standing on the side, grinning, while the doctor from the warehouse seemed to look you over.

"And she is awake." His voice wasn't charming anymore, now it just sent red alarms in your brain. "She looks so cute asleep."

In a glare you looked at him and he fell to his knees in the agony that overtook him, his eyes were hazy and you wanted to make sure it hurt.

"Put her under!" the doctor yelled and a searing electrical pain ran through your body and instead of his yelling in the room, it was now filled with yours. You didn't hear anything anymore and then all you knew was black. Your body jolted in its place despite the restraints before it went limp.

"When are you guys going to solve the problem?" Doctor Zazu laughed at the remark.

"What problem?"

"Her powers, they are intense and harmful! When she wakes up again, this will keep happening!" the doctor looked at the young agent who was struggling to get up and shook his head, he was still young.

"That's not the problem- that is the solution!"

"How the hell is that a solution? We can't use her until we make her under our control." Mike looked over at you. "Besides, it took years to make the Soldat."

"We are making advances on detecting her powers, and with the new technology and knowledge that we have now, we will be able to overpower her. I doubt she will make such a fight, especially with what you've told me."

"She was quite fun, certainly worth working there for as much as I did."

"I'm glad you enjoyed her, now it's my turn to toy with that brain of hers." He stood at the railing and watched as agents prepared the room that will soon be yours, and the staff that stood proudly just outside of it.

•

Three months ago in Asgard…

"This is such a blessed day to unite the lovely couple!" Lady Iyllir's mother raised her glass during breakfast. It'd been mere hours since Loki knocked on her door and here he was sitting at the long table with his father and Iyllir with her family.

Glasses clunk against each other but they only made Loki wince when he came back to the reality of the situation.

"Indeed it is, I am glad we will be uniting the families soon enough," his father then looked at him. "And I am happy it worked out as it should've."

Loki couldn't speak against Odin. Your voice was haunting him and you were right- he could get away from this if he wanted to, but he can't. He needed this too much even if he didn't want it.

"We are so excited! Right, Loki?" the girl looked at him with bright eyes her ginger hair was just as bright. He nodded and spread a smile.

"Of course, my dear, I look forward to it." She gave him her hand and he was a proper prince after all, so he raised her hand to his lips and gave her knuckles a gentle kiss.

"When shall we do the wedding?" Iyllir's parents talked to Odin more than Loki and the girl who sat behind him.

"We could have it soon, I'm sure we are just as eager to have this wedding just as the two lovers are to getting married." The father talked to Odin.

"Actually, father-" Iyllir quipped up and he felt her hand tighten around his. "I thought we could have it a couple of months from now, the flowers will be the brightest then."

"Dear, don't be silly the flowers are still pretty now." Her mother shook her head at her.

Before she could go further, Loki spoke instead of the girl.

"Shouldn't the bride decide how her own wedding will be designed?" the mother in front of him smiled nervously.

"Of course, Prince Loki, you are right."

With this the conversation went into planning the wedding which left Loki only half listening.

"I want it to be golden, we can even have our clothes be of such too!" he heard her before zoning out of the conversation. Breakfast ended soon after, with a promise from Odin to send maidens that'll be at the Lady's disposal for any wedding idea she wants.

Loki was walking beside her in silence as he escorted her to her chambers.

"What made you change your mind?"

"Pardon me?"

"You didn't want me or this wedding before, so what changed your mind?" he was at a loss of words, not knowing how to answer that- he couldn't bring you up, but Iyllir was indeed clever so she must know already.

"I came to a few realizations lately, but I assure you that I want this marriage." She nodded to him with a smile and he decided to sway the conversation away from you, the redhead beat him to it.

"Thank you for standing up for me earlier." She took his hand in hers as they neared her room.

"Of course, I understand parents can be tough." She let out a huff at that. "I admire that you spoke up."

"My parents sure can be hard to deal with. They like to decide everything for me but one good thing they did was lead me to you." She giggled up at him and he couldn't help but think that she deserved someone who will actually love her, and he hoped for both of their sake that he will learn to do that with time, and time can heal almost everything right?

"Yes, now I will let you go rest."

"I hope I'll see you later."

•

The sting of the needle only grew when you resisted it, your body was shaking still trying to relax from the shock you were put through yet again.

Your eyes were hazy but you were more stubborn than to submit to pain.

"They will come for me, you know." You heard your own voice stumble out the words.

"You think the Avengers will come save you?" Doctor Zazu chuckled and your vision came back to reality. "How long will it take them though? By the time they manage to find you, you will have already become my new soldier."

You focused your stare at him, but before you could do anything he pushed a button that sent searing pain into your mind.

"Blue." You heard him say and it wasn't hard for you to guess what he meant.

•

"Tony, have you seen Y/N?" Tony raised his mask and looked over at Steve.

"I haven't seen her in a few days but it's alright we don't have missions now." He was about to return to fixing his suit. "Plus, she is probably shaking up with that new boyfriend of hers."

"Tony…" Steve groaned at it.

"She's an adult Steve, get used to it. She can fondue whoever she likes." He snickered at the supersoldier who only looked at him in a not amused look.

"It's been a couple of days Tony, I'm getting worried. She would tell me if she was going away- she never went away like this before."

Tony sighed at Steve's stressed face.

"Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y, do you know where Y/N is?" he called to the AI.

"I'm afraid I don't know, the last she has been in the building was a few days ago, she was in the garage and she took one of your cars alongside some of your wine bottles, sir."

"She did what now? I told her several times to not touch my cars." Tony got up from where he was sitting. "Okay, can you call her?"

A moment has passed before they got a reply.

"She is not answering, and it seems like she took out the tracker from her phone since I can't track her."

"You see Tony I have every reason to be worried!" Steve grew angry at the new information, he paced the lab. "F.R.I.D.A.Y where is Mike? The guy that Y/N was with"

"He has not showed up to work in a few days, on the same day Y/N drove away."

Silence took over the room. Tony looked at his friend's crestfallen face.

"I might know where she went to."

"What, where?"

"She has an apartment up in Brooklyn, I saved it for her."

"Why didn't I know about it?" Steve walked up to the billionaire who held his hands up in defense.

"She didn't want to tell anyone, she wanted it to be only hers. I only know it because she needed to buy it, so I bought the entire building."

"We are going now. Get Nat in one of your cars and I will go on my motorcycle." It was a command more than a request.

It didn't take them long to get to the building, Steve did not care about any traffic lights and Tony couldn't blame him. Natasha insisted that she drives faster than Tony and to her credit they arrived at the place at the same time Steve did.

It was eerily quiet and Tony used the scan on the door to open it. They reached inside and Natasha already had the clutch of her gun open,

"Y/N!" Cap called at the small apartment but no answer came. Tony spotted the two glasses in the living room, one full on the table and the other half empty on the floor next to the big red stain it left on the carpet.

"Cap," Tony put his hand on his shoulder and Steve turned and saw Natasha raising the fallen glass to her face and smelling the content of it.

"This is not good, boys."

•

"Blue." The words were distant.

"Five." You were fighting to stay awake.

"Airplane." No. You screamed, trying to get out of your head.

"No, I will not turn into one of your soldiers! I won't!" your eyes flashed to a group of guards and with your anger it took no time for them to fall screaming on the ground, they could barely move when you felt the pain in your head again and you were shot back inside your mind.

"Blue."

You didn't know how much time you've been in this chair, reality and fiction blurred as you eased in and out of your mind.

"I won't turn into your soldier." You repeated again and again every time the doctor played with you and let you be awake. You knew at this point it'll take a lot from you to use your abilities.

"Even if your little Avenger friends get here, you won't be theirs either."

"What?" you hated showing weakness but your inhibitions were low.

"Either you will become my soldier, or you won't be here at all." He laughed right at you and then looked at the scientists beside you. "Put her under again, restart her."

"No, please no." They pushed you back against the chair; put the mouth guard between your teeth, and you felt yourself sink into the numbness of the pain.

You were shivering next time you woke up, you still heard those familiar words.

The machine they put you in was now rusted, at the moment you had clear mind you picked up the discarded needle on the side of where you lay. You were weak but you won't go down without a fight.

You lay there silently until the next agent came next you. Attacking them, you took the needle and stabbed them right in the throat, red blood started pouring but before you could pull out the agent's gun another agent came and their knife made a really deep cut. You looked up at chocolate brown eyes that now only held darkness when you fell to the floor and other agents lifted you up and restrained you.

"Look what you've done! What happened baby? You never put up such a fight from what I remember." Mike mocked you, you really thought he could be trusted. You were certainly wrong when he pressed on your fresh bloody wound. "At least, not in bed."

"Don't worry, she can fight all she wants, the wounds that we will leave on her pretty little brain will last and they'll last no matter what you'll try to do." You recognized the voice of their commander.

"So, did your parents name you after the parrot from Aladdin or the traitor from Othello?" you snickered at him "Then again I don't think you're smart enough to read such a high level literature, all due respect Commander Iago. And don't even get me started on the good doctor over there."

"Oh don't think you have the upper hand here, see we know something you don't. Did you ever bother checking where your powers came from? I'm sure the great Tony Stark tried, but while he failed we didn't. So we are already smarter than your avenger friends!"

You were taken aback by that, whatever created those powers within you always remained as a mystery in your head. But if they knew that, then they know a way inside of your brain and powers that you don't want to imagine.

"Well then, if you are so sure that I will never get out of here- why not share the knowledge with me?"

"We never said that you'll never get out of here, trust me," he stroked your jaw and his hand went down to your throat. Disgust blossomed in your stomach. "We have quite a plan for you if you'll get rescued, I'm sure your friends will appreciate the surprise."

Your heart hammered in your chest, mind racing with possibilities.

"Give her a dose then send her to her new special room." He stepped away and then a needle was inserted in you again, pumping blue strange liquid into you, your mind was hazy with its heaviness, and you barely remembered being put inside a sealed room. You saw a blue glow from outside of the transparent room, barely seeing the long stick and cords that ran from it. Then a blinding light flashed in the room and you felt yourself sinking, sinking inside your own mind.

The light was bright as it shone from your window. Curiousity got the better of you and you almost got blinded by the light outside until it stopped and you could see clearly again. There in through the light Loki stood in some quiet unusual clothing but that all changed with a glowing green glimmer of light and he was in regular clothes looking like the Loki you knew.

You stood there by the window with wide eyes but you couldn't seem to move as you were frozen in place trying to understand the lucid dream that occurred right before your eyes in your empty street.

A knock on the door caused you to shriek and you stumbled down to the ground, looking at the door.

"Y/N dear, are you okay? I can hear you inside." Loki's voice called out to you when you have yet to open the door.

Gathering up the courage you walked to the door and slowly opened it, willing yourself to look normal.

"Hello Loki, hello." You mentally cringed at your awkwardness.

"Are you okay? I heard something falling." He walked into your apartment casually while you were trying to gather up your thoughts.

"Yes, I'm- I'm okay. How are you?" you closed the door and locked it, facing away from him.

"I'm alright, thank you for asking." Loki looked at your form still standing by the door. "Why are you acting strange?"

"I am always strange, you should know that," you turned to him and briefly met his eyes before you made a move to go to the kitchen. "Do you want water? I'll bring us some water."

Loki caught your wrist and turned you to him.

"Are you mad at me for something? Come on, out with it. You know I always find out what you're hiding." He laughed that beautiful laugh of his and looked at you again when you were quiet. "Come on, you can tell me anything, you know that."

He let go of your hand when you still didn't answer and looked at the ground. Deciding to let it go he walked towards your kitchen.

"I'll get you a cup of water then-"

"Why are you glowing?" you winced when your voice was too loud for your liking.

"What?" you turned to him.

"You can glow, like a lamp or something. You glow-" you didn't know how to explain what you saw. "I saw you glow outside!"

"Oh." You almost felt bad at your accusation when you saw his face fall. "Well I guess there's no point in hiding it anymore- I am not who or what you think I am. I'm sorry I lied to you, do you want me to leave?"

"No! I don't want you to leave Loki, of course I don't want you to leave." He looked at you strangely and you looked at him back, a silent chuckle leaving your lips at his absurd question. "No don't leave, can you just tell me what's going on? Please."

Loki studied you then as he saw all the nerves leave you, or at the very least the fear that he dreaded seeing in your eyes.

"Very well," you've never seen Loki this nervous before. "You might want to sit down for this."

You sat down on one side on the couch and pouted when Loki chose to sit on the far side of the couch, away from you.

The talk was long to say the least, and you couldn't tell who it was harder to.

"I can make you forget all about this if that'll make it easier for you." Loki told you after you took in the information he gave you. A god was sitting on your couch. Your best friend was a god. But he was still your best friend.

"No! I don't want that!" You shook your head at him. "Can you maybe show me?"

"Show you what?"

"Your magic, I want to see it."

"You want to see my magic?" Loki was taking aback by the request, he expected for you to be scared of him or hate him. He knew you were special to him, but he didn't think you will find interest in his magic over everything else.

"Yes!" The smile on his face sent shivers down your spine, you recognized that smile.

The next second Loki disappeared from his place on the couch and you stared at the place in shock. Cautiously you scooched forward until you were sitting right next to his former place on the sofa. You reached a hand forward, searching for him in the air but when your hand went through nothing you looked at it and tilted your head.

That's when you felt the breath in your ear. "I'm not there, love." His voice was right beside you and you turned too fast and fell off of the couch.

You saw Loki there sitting right behind where you were a second ago. Gaping at him, you huffed when he laughed at you.

"You can't just scare me like that!"

"You wanted to see my magic and I showed it to you. It's your fault that you couldn't handle it well." Getting up you took a pillow in your hand. "I am the god of mischief as I just told you. So come on what did you expect?"

"I don't care if you're the god of my ass, you are a little shit." You hit him with the pillow over and over again. "Don't you ever scare me like that again!"

"Okay okay I yield!" his laughter calmed down as yours started and he knew he was done for. Out of all of the scenarios he played in his head about this moment, he never would have expected this. "What are you laughing at?"

"I just punched a god with a pillow."

•

"Why haven't you killed her yet?"

"Well, it takes time to extract what we want from her. Don't you want to see her before it?" the commander stuttered a bit when he saw who stood in front of him, coming unannounced. The moment they heard the loud familiar noise from outside, they started to hide everything they were working on so that they won't be interrupted and killed.

The two of them walked towards where you still lay in the almost empty room. At the commander's order you were taken out of it and strapped to the chair again.

You slowly opened your eyes a small gasp leaving your throat at the cold shivers that you felt as you got back into reality. You couldn't tell how long it was.

You felt yourself being watched, warning alarms ran through your head and suddenly the shivers weren't from the cold. You forced your eyes to focus back and when you did you finally saw them clearly.

"So there she is, finally with us sweetheart?" Commander Iago's voice ringed in your ears.

"Is this the little girl that is causing so much trouble? She looks so delicate, so breakable."

The second was a voice you did not recognize, it was almost melodic.

"I'm afraid her powers are the danger here, nothing more. We are taking the powers away from her like we agreed."

The new information registered in your brain, you didn't call him out on his lie- not yet at least, not when you actually have an advantage.

"You told me," you could see his eyes widen. "That you know about my powers, so at least be decent and tell me about them before you drain them out of me."

"Go ahead, tell her." The Hydra commander swallowed loudly before he let out a laugh.

"Well, did it ever occur to you that maybe your encounter with a deity left some marks on you?"

"What are you saying?"

"Dear Loki must have put some ancient spell on you not knowing it would cause what it did."

Oh. Then you cast your eyes down and let it register in your brain. All the incidents, the weapons…

"And how would you know about Loki? Who are you?" you looked into those dark grey eyes.

"I guess you're not used to this kind of grace to recognize royalty. I'm Princess Iyllir, wife of your dear little Loki."

"Oh you're no princess." You won't let her see what you were feeling, the effects of her words.

"I will be soon, he was so eager to marry me. I must say I understand why you liked him," she leaned down to you a bit. "He certainly comes with perks with that silver tongue of his."

You knew he was never yours, but hearing her say that only put salt on your open wound.

"He is probably waiting in bed for me, so I should go. But I hope you'll have fun here, it's not like you will be staying with us for long." She then looked back at the agent. "Good job with her, I want you to finish this as soon as possible.

"Yes of course." You saw him pull the remote in his hand and your heart started to race when they put a mouth guard, tears gathered in your eyes as he pressed it and the pain began again.

•

"How did you not know that Mike is Hydra?" Steve yelled at Tony.

"We must have missed him somehow but we don't have time to blame me for that! The question we need to ask is how do we not know of other Hydra bases?" Bruce took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes.

"Wasn't he working in analysis?"

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, scan everything Mike worked on ever since he and Y/N got together."

"It's his fault."

"Yeah we know- he kidnapped her."

"It's Loki's fault. Everything went wrong after he got here." Steve kicked over a chair and paced the room.

"Steve let's not focus on the blame right now, we need to focus on finding Y/N." Bucky put a hand on his friend's shoulder until he looked up at him and he shot him a reassuring smile. "We all care about her, it's not just you."

"I know Buck, sorry."

"Why would Hydra target her?" Natasha thought out loud.

"It must connect to everything that is going on with their Asgardian technology." Clint sat down next to Tony.

"What about the Asgardian things they stole?" Thor walked into the room and everyone stared at him.

•

One month ago in Asgard…

"The view from here is beautiful, isn't it?" Grey eyes looked up at him. Iyllir and Loki sat on a bench in the balcony of his room, the skies were clear and the sun shone bright.

He spent the day with the girl. They read books together and she was good conversation, he knew that.

"It is." He looked over all that was below them, the gardens and workers and surrounding all of that were the palace walls.

"It's been lovely spending more time with you, I'm sure the wedding will go splendidly!" she gushed to him and sat ever so closer to him. "It's so soon too."

It really was soon, Loki knew that. You were still there though, all around in his mind. In a crowd he sometimes thinks he sees your face, but he didn't.

He knew he was just chasing shadows, trying to keep himself away from Iyllir but it was of no use, the wedding is soon and he needs to forget about you. He looked over to her.

"I look forward to our new start together." She smiled back at him.

He tried to think clearly, he had to get over you somehow.

The girl in front of him was as beautiful as any Asgardian princess would be- from her soft eyes to her plump lips, and to the rest of her figure. She was smart and perfectly polite like any lady should be.

In the last four months he got to know her better, he couldn't deny her kindness and if only he could forget you he knows he might be satisfied with her.

He had to forget you.

He gently grabbed her chin, moving it slightly upwards to him. He had been dragging this for months, denying it all but the wedding is already planned and he wanted this, he couldn't live in the shadows anymore.

Loki saw the look of surprise on the redhead's face but it soon turned lustful when she leaned up as he leaned down to her. He captured her lips in his and gave it his all; there was no turning back now. She tasted sweet; he brought her even closer to him, deepening the kiss, starting to feel her lust take over him as well.

•

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series:

Holding Out For a Hero - Steve Rogers x avenger!reader: completed 

ch.1 ch.2 ch.3 ch.4 ch.5 ch.6 ch.7 ch.8 ch.9* ch.10 epilogue

Summary: You get recruited to work for the Avengers, which is really anyone’s dream job. So you’re not going to let your little crush on Captain America get in your way. How hard can that be?

The Heart Wants What it Wants - Chris Evans x actress!reader:  completed

pt.1* pt. 2 pt.3

Summary: You and Chris meet at an after-party and hit it off, but you know the age gap isn’t going to go over well with the media. What can you do when loving someone can potentially destroy your careers?

Random Objects Headcanons - Chris Evans x reader:  completed

Shower*  Sink  Table  Shelves  Bed*  Bonus!

Summary:  Domestic headcanons inspired by random household objects. (less stupid than it sounds, promise, give it a chance!)

Cycle - Steve Rogers x reader:  completed

ch.1 ch.2 ch.3  ch.4* ch.5 

Summary: You want a relationship but keep getting tangled up in one night stands, while Steve just keeps getting himself friendzoned. When pollar opposites with the same desires meet, will you change each other’s lives?

Rumor Has It - Chris Evans x actress!reader:  completed

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

Summary: It’s just lunch with your coworker, until chris thinks it’s not. Angst/breakup fic. check out the playlist:)

A Very Colin Christmas - Colin Shea x reader:  completed  

ch.1  ch.2  ch.3  ch.4  ch.5

Summary: You were planning of spending a low-key Christmas at home, when your neighbor / maybe crush asks you for an interesting favor... for you to pretend to be his girlfriend to get his judgy family off of his back. The results? misundersandings, epiphanies, and some holiday spirit.

Silver Lining - Wanda Maximoff x reader: completed

Silver Lining  Water Under The Bridge  All’s Well That Ends Well

Summary: You’re in a relationship with carol and nat but you were gone for a while on mission. When you get back, the two exclude you from everything, so now, someone new has a chance to enter your life.

headcanons:

friends to lovers - Chris Evans x reader

Hot Pool Stranger - Colin Shea x reader 

Fireworks - Steve Rogers x reader

Romantics- Chris Evans x reader

Undercover - Chris Evans x reader

Night Out - Kyle x reader (The Perfect Score)

Playful - Chris Evans x reader

Shopping With Chris - Chris Evans x reader

Pool Day - Chris Evans x reader

(Extra)ordinary - Chris Evans x reader

Comfort - Chris Evans x reader

Cloud Nine - Chris Evans x reader

To Infinity And Beyond - Chris Evans x reader

Going Public - Chris Evans x reader

Be Mine - Chris Evans x reader

Heal - Natasha Romanoff x reader

‘stache Stories - Chris Evans x reader

Chris dating a writer would include... - Chris Evans x reader

cevans dating a young foreigner - Chris Evans x reader

taking each Avenger to a pride parade would be like... - various characters, relationship unspecified 

Cuddling with Valkyrie - Valkyrie x reader

A Birthday Before - pre serum! Steve Rogers x reader

Take Care - Chris Evans x reader

andy barber whisking you away on vacation would be like... - Andy Barber x reader

Calm Before the Storm - Chris Evans x reader

taking care of sick Loki would look like... - Loki Odinson x reader

Halloween Headcanons - various cevans characters

oneshots / drabbles:

Chris Cross Applesauce- Chris Evans x reader

Take on Me- Chris Evans x reader

His Haven - Chris Evans x reader

Here - “Me” x reader (Playing it Cool)

You Make Me Feel Right - Steve rogers x reader

Queer Eye - Chris Evans x bi!reader, platonic Scott evans x reader

Knocked it Out of the Park - Colin Shea x reader 

Child’s Play - Chris Evans x director!reader

Worth It* - Andy Barber x reader

Family* - Frank Adler x reader

In Your Corner - Chris Evans x reader

A Thin Line || Table For Two - Natasha Romanoff x avenger!reader

Sleepless - Ransom Drysdale x reader

Butterfly Effect || You Give Me Butterflies - Steve Rogers x reader

Loving Him Was Red - Chris Evans x ginger!reader

Don’t Go - Loki Odinson x reader

Home To You - Chris Evans x actress!reader

April Showers Bring May Flowers - Chris Evans x reader

Questioning - Natasha Romanoff x reader

Vacation - Steve Rogers x reader

Spooky Scary Steve - Steve Rogers x reader

Cuddly Chris - Chris Evans x male!reader

An Apple a Day - Ransom Drysdale x doctor!reader

Crazy Ex Boyfriend - dark! Ransom Drysdale x reader

Happy Place - Chris Evans x reader

Magical - Chris Evans x reader

A Tale Of Nephews And Princesses - Chris Evans x reader

Forever - Ari Levinson x male!reader

The Perfect Tree - Jake Jensen x reader

Holding On - Andy Barber x reader

littera scripta manet - Steve Rogers x reader

Everytime - Chris Evans x reader

Wanda Saves Valentine’s - Wanda Maximoff x reader

Smile - Thor Odinson x reader

Chaperone - Chris Evans x reader

Reality TV -  Wanda Maximoff x reader

Seasons of Love - Chris Evans x reader

To Many More - Sam Wilson x reader

One Last Kiss - Steve Rogers x reader

More Than Meets The Eye - Steve Rogers x reader

Together - Chris Evans x reader

Daddy Daughter Day - Andy Barber x daughter!reader

Fears and Furniture - Andy Barber x reader

Never Too Late - Chris Evans x reader

Bad Dream - Agatha Harkness x reader

With Love - Carol Danvers x reader

Bad Day - Bucky Barnes x reader

Scary - Sam Wilson x reader

Mine - Natasha Romanoff x reader x Wanda Maximoff

By Next Winter - Carol Danvers x reader

Too Good at Goodbyes - Frank Adler x reader

Romantic Stylez - Jake Jensen x reader

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince - Bucky Barnes x reader

Tiny Dancer - Killian Jones x Emma Swan (Once Upon a Time)

I Will Always Find You - Loki Odinson x reader

Invisible Touch - Agatha Harkness x reader

You Have Me, Heart and Soul || And I’m Yours, Forever - Ransom Drysdale x reader

Shadows - Loki Odinson (not reader insert!)

blurbs: 

Tolerate It || Happiness || Sad Beautiful Tragic - Ransom Drysdale x reader

I Want More - Natasha Romanoff x reader

Does Your Mother Know - Steve Rogers x reader

Clean Up In Aisle ‘Shut The Fuck Up’ -  Wanda Maximoff x reader

The Good Type Of Pain - Bucky Barnes x reader

Sunsets Don’t Seem As Pretty - Steve Rogers x reader

Harmony - Chris Evans x reader

Cheesy - Agatha Harkness x reader

Sweater Weather - Agatha Harkness x reader

Getaway Car - Wanda Maximoff x reader

Change - Chris Evans x reader

more stuff coming soon!

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Soul ties - Part 7 (Bucky Barnes au)

“You had a speech, you're speechless

Love slipped beyond your reaches”

"Steve told me about what happened. Are you okay?"

"Sure. Don't worry, Bruce," you said as you looked through the microscope. "We have work to do."

"This doesn't mean we can't talk about it if you need to."

You watched him mixing chemicals with hesitant hands. "This should work, by the way. I think I found the right..."

"What? The right what?"

"Shit," he muttered as foam started forming at the surface of the liquid. "We need to leave. Now, Y/n!"

Bruce ran towards you and dragged you out of the lab, closing the fire door. You were still right in front of it when the explosion went off, deafening you for a few seconds. You looked around you, wondering why no one else was freaking out about the lab blowing up.

"Y/n, hey, it's fine."

You looked around you. You were hearing Bruce again, but where was he? You pulled your hair, tears running down your face and your heart beating out of your chest. Everything seemed blurry and dangerous. Why wasn't anyone scared?

"I'll go get someone." That wasn't Bruce. Who? All you knew was it was a woman's voice.

You fell to your knees : why didn't they hurt?

"It's okay, I'm here. Breathe." You knew this voice. Of course you did. Why weren't you able to see whoever had spoken? Your vision was less blurry than before, but still... You couldn't think straight.

"Here. Do you feel my hands?"

A pressure on both your shoulders encouraged you to nod. You did feel hands on your shoulders. Looking up, you recognised his long dark hair, then the two blue orbs staring at you.

"Breathe in, slowly. You got this."

"Wh- what's happening?"

"Nothing bad. Just breathe. I got you."

Your feet left the ground as Bucky carried you somewhere. Your breathing was fast, just like his pace. You laid your hand on his chest, instantly feeling his heartbeat under your palm. It was so much slower than yours. You closed your eyes, shifting all your focus on this single heartbeat, doing your best to forget about yours.

"Okay, I'm sitting you down right now. You can open your eyes, it's fine."

You couldn't let go of him. You must've been grabbing his shirt really hard, because he decided to sit down next to you and keep holding you. When you opened your eyes again, you were surrounded by billions of stars. The familiar room soothed you, and so did Bucky's presence at your side. Your breathing calmed down progressively.

"Thank you," you whispered. "What happened? The lab exploded and...nobody cared. Is everyone okay? Did Bruce get out?"

"It was a minor lab malfunction. It was a minor explosion. No one got hurt."

"Minor? No, it was...it was so loud." Unwelcome memories were flashing before your eyes and you shook your head to drive them away. "It was like Sokovia all over again."

"Oh, alright... Look at me." You tilted your head up and met with his blue eyes. "You had a panic attack. It made you feel everything stronger. That happens, okay?"

"Does it? Do you have those to?"

He nodded with a sigh. "They're normal. After what you went through..."

"What gave you yours?" You bit your cheek. "Sorry. I just...when whatever this was happened, I saw them again. My parents. The bomb making our rooftop fall over their bodies. It was..."

"Hey, I'm here now." Bucky hugged you tighter and you gave in to the embrace. Damn, being close to him made you forget about everything else. "I have those in the middle of the night, sometimes. Whether it's because I remember something H.Y.D.R.A made me do or a nightmare waking me up, they're always like what you went through here. Thing is, you don't have to go through those alone."

You hesitated before taking his hand.

"H.Y.D.R.A.? As in...the ones that did those things to Wanda and Pietro?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't know they'd done those things to you too. I'm sorry."

Bucky gave you a weak smile before looking down at your joined hands.

"They're the one who gave me the arm. I mean, not this one, but...that's them. The super soldier serum, too."

"I'm guessing they didn't make you fight the Nazis..."

"I fought for them." He looked away, letting go of your hand. You furrowed your brows and grabbed it back.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," you said. "But you're back now. Alive."

"At what cost, though?"

"We wouldn't have met." You blushed instantly after saying that sentence. "I mean..."

"No, you're right." He looked back at you as he leaned his head against the wall behind you. "Sometimes I just feel like I can't get rid of what's left of them. I can't be the old me again."

You waited before saying anything back, putting some orders in your thoughts. "I never knew the old you. But I like who you are now."

Bucky paused for a moment, scrutinising your face as if searching for a lie. "I still feel, look too much like...like him. The arm was a first change, but..."

"It's not that easy. I get it. Just...know that's okay, too. It takes time to heal."

--- Two days later

"Look who's up, if that isn't the birthday girl!" Sam exclaimed as he handed you a cup of coffee. You'd just walked into the kitchen and you already had a smile on your face. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks, dude."

"And look who woke up hours ago? Damn, y'all have messed up sleep schedules."

"Shut up, Sam," you and Bucky said in unison, causing you both to laugh a little.

You hadn't heard from Darren in two days, but you weren't feeling that down about it anymore. You'd been getting to know Bucky more and seeing him laugh along with you and Sam as the sun rays hit his profile felt like home.

"Happy birthday, by the way."

"Thanks, Bucky." You smiled to him but looked away pretty fast – this might or might not have anything to do with Sam looking at you with a grin.

"Anyway," he says, "I hope you're not busy working with Banner today because-"

Your phones buzzed, and the three of you read the name of the expeditor. You hesitated before you grabbed your phone and read the text Darren had sent you.

"Got plans for your birthday?"

"It's not what I wished he'd said...but it's a start, I guess." You let out a sigh, pondering what to respond with.

"Before that husband of yours interrupted me, I was actually telling you about your plans for the day, lady."

"Really? And what are those plans exactly, bird guy?"

"First, don't call me that or else I cancel the stripper Nat hired for you."

"The what?" You almost spat out your coffee, triggering Sam's laugh and bringing an amused smile to Bucky's face.

"I'm kidding, Y/n. We did plan a party, but no stripper. Sorry."

"You'll be the death of me. But thank you for doing that for me." You shook  your head as you end up laughing along. Your mood darkened a bit when you read the text again. "Should I tell him to come?"

"If you want to." Sam shrugged. "Just remember how he talked to you the other day, and don't be too nice with him, alright?"

"What about this : I do, actually. It's up to you to show up tonight at the compound, if you really want to be there or not." Bucky tilted his head to the side before he nodded. "Okay, sent. Now what can I help with, for tonight?"

"Nothing! Bucky's picking up the cake last minute tonight, and Scott and I are in charge of the playlist."

"Then I'm sure it'll be a sick playlist. In a good way, of course."

"You like his music taste?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Stop bickering, the two of you. And as a matter of fact, yes!" You chuckled  at the thought of tonight's party. "Who will be there, by the way?"

"Pretty much everyone. Nat's coming back from D.C. for the occasion and Tony and Pepper said they'd come too. I think Sharon said she'd be there, and..."

"Ooooh, that'll make Steve happy," you chimed in.

"Don't say that in front of him. They kissed once and he's not even allowing us to tease him about it."

"He's no fun," you complained.

"I heard that!" Steve shouted from the other room.

"Go see elsewhere if we care, old man!" Sam laughed at your comeback, and you heard Steve chuckle as well.

Damn, your birthday was off to a good start. You could only hope that feeling would last.

-- I KNOW it's getting long, but bear with me and I promise you won't regret where these two will take you! I'm starting to think this will be 15 parts long max. Might be shorter too. Let me know what you thought about this part!

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[ladyideal]

Every Kiss Begins With A Smile

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 612

Warnings: Mention of sex

Requested By: @marvelouslytrekking

32. Person A and Person B are friends and neither of them have a date for Valentine’s Day, so they decide to order takeout of some kind and watch a movie together. At some point, hidden feelings are revealed. 

A/n: My first take into Marvel. Think it worked out well.

Quiet. 

Definitely not how you would ever describe the Avengers Tower. A meeting was always happening, people wrestling and working out, Tony in his lab, and some at the living room with the TV on. No. It was lively, warm, and you were surprised to find yourself on the Avengers team. 

It was more of a family. Everyone had everyone's back. Despite the arguments and how Steve's pep talks are so monotonous, you were content. Most of the time though you sat with Bucky, watching on the sofa as Nat and Sam argue or pulling pranks on the others. 

Knock knock knock.

You grinned to yourself at the pathetic rhythm of knocking, watching as Bucky tentatively stood at the door. "Bored out of your mind?"

"It's only us two, tonight."

You snorted. "Come on in, make yourself at home."

Not needing to be told twice, he entered your room. It was clean, he observed, save for a few randomly tossed books on the floor. Sitting down beside you on the couch, he stilled once more when your knees briefly touched his. 

"I got an extra box of pizza, if you're interested," You indicated with some greasy fingers. "Nothing to watch. It's all Valentine's and shit. Can't stand those. I'm glad you're here. Everyone else is gone tonight."

And that wasn't an accident either. It'd taken some bribing, some favors, and some threatening to get the rest of the team out. Even his best friend Steve was becoming a cockblocker. Did everyone know but you? 

No, Bucky wanted you all to himself tonight. For the meantime, you seemed oblivious to all his advances and the teasing from the others. 

"You there, Buck?" You flipped through the channels, turning to him when he didn't answer.

"Whatever you want, doll," He spoke, watching as you took another bite out of the pizza. As the grease dribbled down your chin, he stared as you wiped it away with an equally oily finger and sucked it away in your mouth. 

Sinful. Beautiful. Powerful. Wonderful.

"If you say so," You shrugged, snatching a fallen napkin to wipe away the mess. 

Nothing was amiss by his observation. Every crease, every wrinkle, every freckle, every strand of hair, there was nothing he didn't love about you. While the show played, you leaned back onto the pillows, enjoying yourself with a grin. 

Bucky savored the smile on your lips. This made you happy. What else could he do to see that expression once more? Tentatively, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, stilling when you did too. 

"I know you're smirking, Y/N."

"Am I really that easy to read?" You laughed, unconsciously curling closer under the crook of his arm. "Watch the damn movie, Bucky. Eyes up front."

You fit perfectly as if you were made to. Ever so gently, the ex super soldier hugged you closer against him. Fifty plus years of bad deeds, he'd done nothing, absolutely zilch, to deserve your attention. However, it was freely given with warmth and love. For that, he would do everything in his power to keep you safe. Placing your head against his shoulders, Bucky smiled to himself.

"Bucky, wait."

Shit. Shit. Shit. He read it all wrong. He read everything wrong. Maybe you just wanted to be friends with him, and that's all you-.

"No jumping bases," You scolded lightly. "No fucking until a proper kiss."

Bucky grinned ruefully after a breath of relief. You did want him after all, and vice versa. Perhaps he too was easy to read when he was around you. "Have to earn it yourself, doll."

"It's Valentine's, mister. Kisses are freely given."

And Bucky obliged. 

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[avengerscompound]

The Tower: Family - 4

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1591

Warnings:  Pregnancy

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family.  When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 4: Having it All

The following day I spent between training and the lab.  I didn’t see Natasha at all after breakfast, but that wasn’t unusual.  I assumed she was talking to everyone about it but there were no strong feelings of distress coming through any of the threads to let me know that anyone was upset by anything, so if she was I couldn’t tell.

I went about my day as usual.  After I was done with work I collected the twins from Thor and took them out to play with Bruce and the dogs.  We came in and cleaned up and by the time I headed in for dinner with everyone else, they were all already there at the table that was laden down with food.  Everyone was just talking about general family things - what we’d done today, what our plans were for tomorrow - so I just assumed she hadn’t gotten to everyone or no decision had been made.

Wanda was looking at the food like she wasn’t sure if she was starving or repulsed.

“Are you having food aversions, Wanda?”  I asked as I filled my plate.

She shook her head.  “I don’t think so.  I don’t know.”

“It’s probably going to hit you before it hits Natasha,” I said.

“Because of the multiples,” Natasha said with a nod.

“I really want to know what you’re both having,” I said and looked down at Thor.  “Can you tell that?”

“I’m afraid not, my queen.  That is slightly outside of my gifts,” he explained.  “Perhaps I will get a vision?”

“They’re gonna be girls,” Wanda said with a level of certainty that made me think she knew something the rest of us didn’t.

“How do you know that?” I asked.

She shrugged. “I don’t know.  It just feels like it.”

The way she was so sure and so excited about being pregnant made me feel so soft and warm.  I reached over and rubbed the back of her hand, smiling softly.  “I love you so much, you know?”

She smiled and gently squeezed my hand.  “I know.  I love you too.”

“So, I think we all have something to discuss,” Natasha interrupted.

I suddenly felt slightly nervous and I sat up and put my fork down.  “We do?  You spoke to them?”

“I have,” Natasha said with a nod.

I looked around the table at everyone.  They all seemed to tense up a little, except for Bruce and Thor who were completely relaxed and enjoying their meal.  “What questions?”

“This isn’t a no,” Steve said.  “But four infants and two toddlers will be a lot and I think if we agree to do it, we’ll need help.  Which a couple of people who I won’t name were a little too nervous to hire with the twins.”

“Fine.  I’ll agree to get a nanny or two,” Natasha said with a huff.  “I don’t want to be that new mom level of exhausted El was.”

“Hold up, four?  Did we say four?”  Tony asked.

Bruce patted Tony’s shoulder and smiled at him affectionately.  “Nat came and spoke to everyone about that little request you made of your favorite over there.”

Tony’s jaw dropped and he looked around the table opening and closing his mouth.  “Uh, what?”

“Was that the only thing?  That we hire help?”  I asked.

“I think that was the main thing.  Because that’s a lot of bottles and diapers and long nights,” Steve said.  “But if it will make you happy, then that’s what we want.”

“I think we have a lot of love to give,” Sam added.  “Need to make sure we’re not playing favorites though.”

“I’m good at that,” I said.  “I think we can do it.  It’ll be a lot of babies, but we’re a unit.”

Sam nodded and reached over to Pietro and pressed his nose.  Pietro giggled and grabbed his finger.

I got up and straddled Tony’s lap, cradling his jaw.  My fingers ran through his salt and pepper beard and I looked down into his brown eyes.  “Did you hear that?”

“Hold on,” he said, looking up at me.  “Nat, throw your shoe at me.”

“Please don’t hit me, Nat,” I giggled.

“Okay, fine,” Tony said.  “Brucie bear, use those Hulk hands.  I’m not entirely convinced I’m awake right now.”

Bruce laughed and pushed him, making the chair both Tony and I sat on rocked back and forth.

“Didn’t ask for a heart attack, Brucie.  But thank you,” Tony said and his hands ran up my thighs to my ass.  “So, El, darling.  I think we have some activities to be partaking in.”

I leaned in and kissed him lovingly and deeply.  His hands ran up into my hair and he tilted his head as his tongue dipped into my mouth and I circled my tongue with his.

“Hey now,” Sam said.  “Not in front of the children.”

Tony pulled back slowly and ghosted his lips along my jaw. “What do you say?  Shall we go try and put a baby in you?”  He whispered against my ear.

I giggled.  “I still have my IUD in, dork,” I teased.  “Let’s wait until the wedding.  Then I can drink.”  He looked up at me and gave a small nod and I leaned in, ruffling his hair.  “You get to have everything,” I whispered.

“Is this supposed to be both terrifying and exhilarating?”  Tony asked just as softly.

I nodded and teared up, a stray tear running down my cheek.  “That’s what I’ve heard.”

“Oh no.  What did I do?”  Tony asked, pulling me into a hug.

I shook my head and hid my face in his neck.  “This is what it was supposed to feel like.”

Bruce reached over and rubbed my back gently with one large green hand.  “Hey,” he said gently.  “You get to have everything too, El.”

“Oh.  Oh no,” Wanda said, covering her mouth.

I looked up, my protective wife instincts kicking in as the wave of nausea Wanda was feeling ran down her thread.  “What is it?”  I said, getting up.  “I’m going to make you some ginger tea.  What’s set you off?”

Wanda made a small choked noise.  Steve got up and scooped her into his arms.  “Okay, let’s go.  I’ll hold your hair back,” he said, carrying her out of the room.

I went into the kitchen to brew her some tea.  A moment later Natasha followed me in with three platters of food.  “From the snippet she just sent me, it could be one of these three or just the combination of all three,” Natasha explained and started to pack them into plastic containers.

“Oh jeez,” I said.  “I remember what that was like.”

“I am not looking forward to that,” Natasha said.  “It might have been an aftershave too.”

“Oh yeah, and you know your sense of smell gets stronger,” I said.  “But aftershaves and soaps definitely set me off.  Plus, I couldn’t handle coffee or bacon.”

“I’m still fine right now.  Just want to figure out what set off my soft wife,” Natasha said and put the leftovers into the fridge.

“You’ve ordered ginger pills right, FRIDAY?”  I said.

“I have,” the A.I. confirmed.

“Good, those will help," I said and carried the tea back out to the dining room.

Steve passed me with another platter.  “We figured out it was this and Bucky,” he said as he passed me.

“Oh no,” I said, laughing, and put the tea down next to Wanda.  “Here, sweetie.  Drink this.”

“He has been instructed to go shower,” Tony said.

“Poor Bucky,” I giggled. “FRIDAY, can you put unscented shampoo and conditioner on the list?”

“Already done,” FRIDAY said.

“For now he’s gonna have to smell like me since I’m acceptable,” Steve said, coming back into the room.

“Thank you, Elise,” Wanda softly said.

I kissed the top of her head.  “Anything for you.”

“I don’t remember your food aversions being like this,” Wanda said.

“I -” I took a deep breath and began to massage her scalp.  “You remember how much I was trying to keep you out of my head back then?”

“Yes,” Wanda said as she leaned into my hands. “But it didn’t really work.”

“It must have helped a little,” I said.  “I lied.  A lot.  I felt like I was such a burden that unless it instantly made me puke, I’d grit my teeth and power through it.  Or I’d wait until I was alone.  Which was a lot.”

“Oh,” Wanda said, frowning.

“Not this time,” Tony said.

Steve reached around and rubbed Tony’s back. “No, not this time.”

I smiled and kissed the top of Wanda’s head and returned to my seat.  “Daddy,” Riley said, holding her hands out.

Tony got up and wiped her hands and face.  When he was finished with her Pietro held out his hands too.

“Fank you,” Riley said when he moved over to clean up Pietro.

“You’re welcome, bug,” Tony said and Riley climbed out of her high chair.

“Look at you, you little escape artist,” Clint said.

“So impatient,” Tony chuckled and picked up Pietro.

“Fank you, daddy,” Pietro said, cuddling Tony.

“You’re welcome, peanut,” Tony said, sitting back down with him.  Pietro snuggled into Tony’s chest as Riley started crawling around under the table.

“What are you doing under there?”  Clint asked, ducking his head under the table.

“Pwaying,” she answered, simply.

Natasha shook her head and looked at Thor.  “That’s your genes doing that.”

Thor laughed his deep booming laugh.  “Of that, I have no doubt.”

// NEXT

[anotheronechicagobog]

Advil and Water (Cause Goodwin Ain’t No Schmuck) 1 - You’re An Idiot Part 1

written by: @anotheronechicagobog​

A/N: THIS IS A MANSTEAD FIC - you have been warned

A/N 2: Okay, so I have not seen season four or the majority of season five (partly because I didn’t have access for a while and partly because now I’m a bit nervous to), so I’ve been a little hesitant about starting up this series even though I’ve been working on Volomag and Vodka for Chicago PD, and Tylenol and Tequila for Chicago Fire for a little while now because of how pairings have been written in the show, both that I have and have not watched, and the state that all the characters were left in at the end of season five. So, I’ll try to watch season four and five (despite the anxiety I have because I know how things end up), but I’ll probably just act like neither of those seasons ever happened except for Marcel being added to the cast and Maggie getting ahppily married. Please comment your thoughts on this, I’m curious to see how it will be recieved.

Warnings: some swearing, I haven’t actually watched the season all this happened in so I’m kinda just working off of clips from youtube and info from some other fanfics that may not be entirely accurate, the Hippocratic oath, Will Halstead is slightly less idiotic than usual in this

“You’re an idiot.”

“Why this time?”

“You’re lying to Natalie. Everyone knows that you are, just not what about. And I suggest you tell her before everyone else finds out first.”

“Ms. Goodwin-”

“Don’t you ‘Ms. Goodwin’ me, not only are the two of you doctors in one of the city’s most frequented and respected emergency departments where you both play crucial roles in how said emergency department functions, I consider Natalie to be a treasured friend, and you are her fiance who gives me migraines. I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“I’m serious, William. I don’t know what you’re keeping from Natalie, but you need to tell her.” She levelled the ginger with a ‘do as I say or else’ look before sashaying down the hall to return to her office with Dr. Halstead unable to do anything but contemplate her words.

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Well, he told her. And now she wasn’t speaking to him. And kicked him out. So here he was, getting a sore back from Jay’s shit couch, trying to figure out what went wrong. If Goodwin hadn’t stuck her nose where it didn’t belong, I wouldn’t have told Nat, and I wouldn’t be here right now. I would be at home cuddling the love of my life with my son down the hall. 

Calling Owen his son wasn’t something that shocked him anymore. It had been a little trying at first, Owen clearly did not like him, but they bonded. Neither had been consciously aware of that for a while, but one day after a really long shift filled with blood, and crying, and death, and Will really just wanted some food loaded with butter and carbs and to go to sleep. But Natalie had caught a double, and Helen had plans to go on a cruise. So once Will had gotten to Nat’s place (now their home) he was left alone with Owen by an exuberant Helen. At first, Owen threw things, and cried, and pouted. Will was close to tears, why did Owen hate him so much? So Will grabbed the backpack Nat kept stocked with everything Owen could need on a day out, a red-faced Owen, and got in his car. Truthfully he hadn’t been sure where he was going at first. Just somewhere kid-friendly where Owen could spend his energy in a way that didn’t involve hitting him with blocks. They ended up at the Kohl’s Children’s Museum. A fussy Owen was lead through the exhibits, slowly calming down and enjoying himself. When they got to the turtle room, Owen grabbed his hand and tugged him along as he tried to find all the turtles. Will was shocked. They spent the rest of the day together, after the museum they went home and laughed over grilled cheese and The Lion King. The perfect day ended with Owen shyly requesting a story. Unfortunately, Will was not good at reading stories. He made up for it by singing a song in Gaelic. Owen was out before the last verse. He kissed Owen on the forehead before heading to bed himself.

And now he was here, driving into work alone, not even getting a good morning text from Natalie. He saw her get out of her car and walk inside, not even sparing him a glance. Goodwin glared at him once he walked in. Seriously? I did what you told me to and I still ended up in the dog house!

Will was grumpy all day, he missed Natalie and Owen. It had become a tradition to sing Owen to sleep and he really missed it. Will could acknowledge that he should have told her. He’d been subpoenaed into going along with everything. He didn’t want to do it, he knew how dangerous the Burke family was, he knew that they would not hesitate to go after Natalie and Owen. Or him, but that wasn’t his main concern if he was being honest. Natalie and Owen, God, they had become his whole world. Bile rose in his throat and tears painfully prickled his eyes as he thought about losing them.

She was alone in the doctor’s lounge. Her hair was mussed after running around all shift, her eyebrows were pinched together, and she looked like her limbs were being weighed down by cinderblocks. “Can we talk? After shift? Please?”

“Okay, Will.”

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 They sat across from each other awkwardly. The tightness in his chest only got worse and Will could feel his heart fragmenting into microscopic pieces. “I’m sorry. I should have told you what was going on much sooner. I... I don’t quite know how to explain what I was thinking. I didn’t even want to be doing it, the feds subpoenaed me, and I grew up a few blocks away from these guys, I know how they work. They’re dangerous men. And if they wanted to hurt me, they wouldn’t lay a finger on me... They’d hurt you and Owen. And somehow keeping you in the dark, it just- It made it a little easier to pretend that wasn’t a stake. That if you didn’t know, they wouldn’t touch you. It was wrong. I was wrong. You and Owen mean everything to me Nat, I can’t- I can’t lose you. I love you” 

“I love you too. But Will, do you not trust me? Why didn’t you just tell me? I’m your fiance, how can you love me and want to spend your life with me if you couldn’t tell me this huge secret?”

“I thought I was keeping you safe.”

“Tell me everything, Will.”

“Okay.”

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So Natalie hadn’t left him. And he was forever thankful. Owen had probably been the most excited that Will and Natalie were back on good footing. His first day back Owen ran into his arms and wouldn’t let go so Will had to eat his pancakes with a small child curled up in his lap. The day had ended pretty similarly, too. They didn’t even get halfway through the movie before, nestled in Will’s lap again, Owen was sound asleep. Despite their troubles, neither Will or Nat could pretend that they didn’t feel wholly and utterly content.

Their peace and progress in couple’s counselling was interrupted two months later when Burke needed to be admitted to the hospital. It called more than his undercover skills into question. His ethics, and his doctoral oath. It didn’t matter what Will thought was right or not, when he became a doctor he took an oath to treat people, and if he didn’t bring Burke in he’d be violating his oath which was a serious legal document, regardless of whether the feds tried to give him a pass or not. Will was caught a bullet and two dreadful bodybags. The feds were close but not close enough. Will asked Ingrid, his ‘handler’, to meet with him and Natalie. Ingrid was not happy that he’d told Natalie, but Will just scoffed and told her to shove it. 

“Look, Will’s right. He has to take Burke to the hospital-”

“Oh get off your high horse Ms. Manning, this is a serious-”

“Okay, first of all, it’s Dr. Manning, and second of all, do not. Interrupt. Me. Ever. Again. Third, both Will and I, as doctors, have a legal obligation give proper medical attention to everyone and anyone. You or your boss, or any other federal agent can’t tell Will just not to do it, because Will is liable for Burke’s health.”

“I’ve already called him to come down to MED. This meeting wasn’t to ask for your permission, it was to inform you of what’s going to happen.”

[tessimagines]

After All This // Bill Weasley - Epilogue

Pairing: Bill Weasley x Moody!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Bill take a trip to visit Moody’s memorial, but this time, with a new little Weasley in tow.

You can find the series masterlist in my bio!

Warnings: fluff and the tiniest tad of angst.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: And this series has officially come it its end. I am so appreciative of all of you who have read, commented and supported me throughout the process of writing this series. It is one of my favourite things I have ever written and I will cherish it for ages. You guys really play a much bigger role in this series than you realise, if it wasn’t for your continuous support and encouragement, I wouldn't have been able to finish this series. So this final piece is dedicated to all of you, thank you. 

PS. I know I just posted the last part last night but I wrote this and wanted to share it with you :)

April 14th, 2000

Little Alastor Fred Weasley topples over as he reaches his grandparent’s memorial, his chubby little hand still firmly grasped by his father. Bill bends over and picks his son up, dusting the little pieces of dried grass off his white and blue plaid shirt. You smile as your husband looks over at you, his eyes crinkled with joy at the little son he holds in his arms. 

The three of you sit down amongst the wildflowers that continue to grow around your father’s memorial. It’s a simple plaque, a round piece of stone bare of any eccentricity. Instead, the blue, red and white wildflowers that litter the base and its surroundings brighten up the area, giving the place a feel of humble beauty.

The sun is shining, beams of its light bouncing off the ginger hair of your husband and son. He looks so much like Bill, the ginger locks and shape of face. But his eyes are dark, so similar to the deep brown of your father that you have to double-take when you see them sometimes. 

Alastor sits pulling out an assortment of wildflowers, his knees gathering dirt as he crawls around in the area between you and Bill. There is a smile as wide as a full moon on his face at the sight of all the colourful petals around him. You lean over and place a kiss to the top of his head, your lips meeting his soft, silky hair.

“Pa,” he says, placing the flowers at the foot of the plaque, “Nan.” Born just over a year ago, he contains enough cheekiness to last him his entire life. He is so smart too, finding ways every day to make both you and Bill the proudest parents who have ever lived. He’d make them proud too, Alastor and Adeline - just as much as he makes Molly and Arthur, the first of their many grandchildren who are bound to follow.

Bill pats his son’s head, spreading out the ginger hair on top of it. “You have the same eyes as your Pa, Alastor. The one who has the same name as you.”

Little Alastor points to his dark brown eyes, dirt on his finger. “Eyes,” he says, looking up at his father. Both you and Bill clap, smiles on your faces at your son who seems to be learning new words every day. Alastor smiles too at the reaction, a proud and satisfied look on his face. 

The three of you sit there amongst the flowers and grass, a picnic basket with lunch spread out between you. An entire afternoon passes, every moment filled with laughter, Alastor taking a few, clumsy steps into the arms of but his mother and father. When he collapses into them, he places a sloppy kiss to your cheek before getting back up and trying his best to walk over to Bill again. 

As the sun begins to set, Bill gets up and takes Alastor for a little walk around the field. The memorial is placed where your father grew up in Scotland, a field where a cousin of your father had said he would spend his younger days pretending to be an Auror and hunting down dangerous wizards and witches. And apparently, it was a place where your father would take your mother every summer, the two lazing around just as you, Bill and your son had done today.

As Alastor toddles around the field, his hand tightly secured in his fathers, you reach a hand up and place it on the stone plaque, moving your hand over the names of your parents.

“Hey, Dad,” You say, your throat tight and constricted. Three years have passed and it still causes you to get emotional. “Hey, Mum. A few things have happened in the last month since we were here. Alastor just keeps on growing, I think he’ll be taller than both you and Bill one day. He doesn’t stop babbling on either, and he is always adding new words to his list. He learnt Nan and Pa about two weeks ago and hasn’t stopped saying them.”

You laugh, brushing strands of loose hair behind your ear. “You would both love him. I wish you could have met him if only for a moment, you know? But don’t worry, Molly and Arthur spoil him rotten enough for two sets of grandparents.”

It’s only then that you notice you’ve been ripping the petals off of the wildflowers in front of you. They coat the white cotton of your dress, a mixture of red, blue and white shining back up at you. You take another deep breath and continue.

“There is a picture of the two of you on the little table by his cot. Every morning when he wakes up and I start to dress him, he points at it. And since he learnt the words, he’ll point to you two and say ‘Pa’ and ‘Nan’. He doesn’t understand what the two of you have done for him just yet, but Bill and I are going to make sure he does when he is older.”

You smile, thinking of all the times your son has done that in the past months. One time, as you struggled to put him into bed, he reached across and grabbed it, placing a kiss to the faces of his grandparents in the picture. You place a hand to your stomach with a glance to where your husband and son play amongst the grass.

“Oh, and I’m pregnant. Bill thinks it’ll be a little girl this time, he’s hanging for a daughter. Alastor doesn’t quite understand whats going on, but I think he will when my belly starts to grow.”

You watch as Bill throws your son into the air, Alastor’s squeals audible from where you sit a little while away. The happiness you feel when you watch the two of them like that, their interaction so pure and sweet, is hard to contain. You almost feel it swell in your chest and burst free. You wipe away the stray tears on your cheek and let loose a light laugh, placing your lips to the stone plaque in a short kiss. When you speak again, it’s a whisper.

“Thanks, Dad.” The words are only for him and you let yourself cry as you say them, silent tears falling with every word that passes your lips. “For everything. You gave your life so that this one was possible for me, and I am so eternally grateful.”

You rub the stone one last time, standing up with the picnic basket hanging off your arm. The grass and wildflowers tickle your bare legs as you walk towards the two people that are the centre of everything for you, Bill holding his son so close to his chest. The sight warms you from the inside out, the lowering sunshine still lingering on your skin. When you reach them, Bill wraps an arm around your shoulders, bringing you in to place a kiss to the top of your head.

“Ready?” He asks, tucking strands of your (h/c) hair behind your ear.

You smile, your pink lips so close to his that he wants to lean in and kiss them. “Ready.”

“Ready,” Alastor copies. You and Bill laugh, your eyes catching in that shared, proud look that only parents can truly understand. 

Bill ruffles his hair before grabbing your hand and leading you away from the field filled with wildflowers, your father’s little legacy resting snuggly between you. 

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Stark Spangled Banner Ch43: What’s In A Name?

Intro: Katie progresses through her pregnancy and as her due date looms, they get down to the task of picking a name. Easier said than done...

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut! (NSFW) No under 18s. Teeth rotting fluff…seriously!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist 

October 2019

Katie was adamant that whoever said pregnancy was an enjoyable time was a lying fucker. Her morning sickness was horrendous, only it wasn’t just morning sickness. As Dr Kellet had warned, it was 24 hour fucking sickness. And to top it off, whilst she had already found out certain smells made her heave, both Steve’s aftershave and his shower gel were amongst two of them.

Steve took it upon himself, as with anything, to do as much research as he possibly could, reading articles galore on the internet. It was in one of these that he stumbled across a suggestion that lemon and ginger tea could help with queasiness. He had immediately headed to the store and come back with about 20 boxes off the stuff, much to Emmy’s amusement, and he tried not to hover or fuss too much over Katie, he really, really did. Katie knew he found this hard, as he was so excited and worried, both for her and the baby, not entirely certain how to navigate this new situation – and he wasn’t the only one. Every day Katie had to remember to herself that she couldn’t drink this, couldn’t eat that, shouldn’t do this. Pepper had told her it would be strange, that she would feel like her body wasn’t her own anymore. It was frustrating, and she found herself in a constant state of irritation, questioning to herself why either of them had thought getting pregnant would be a good idea. But then she would think back to how heartbroken and devastated the pair of them had been when they had been robbed of their chance to be parents almost 18 months prior and all that frustration vanished.

Fourteen weeks in and she was still felling like crap. She lay in bed, trying to go back to sleep but the horrible feeling spread into her throat and she clamped her hand over her mouth, pushing back the covers. Steve watched as she dashed into the en-suite, dropped to her knees and puked into the toilet, groaning. Steve climbed out of bed and followed her, crouching besides her as she heaved and heaved again, gently holding her hair back out of the way, rubbing her back. Eventually she let out a sigh and slumped to sit on the floor looking up at him as he smoothed her hair back behind her ears.

“I don’t think I like being pregnant” she mumbled and he chuckled slightly.

“Oh doll” he sighed, his hand still on her face “Can I get you anything?” “Some water, please.”

He dropped a kiss to her head and stood up, heading out of the bathroom. When Katie was sure she was done being sick for the time being she stood up, washed her face and cleaned her teeth, glancing at her reflection. Some pitiful woman with a bright red face looked back at her and she rolled her eyes. If this was glowing then fuck that.

Steve came back a minute or so later with a bottle of water which he held out. She took it off him with a thanks and then headed back into the bedroom. Draining half the bottle she set it down on the dresser and pulled out some fresh underwear, pulling off Steve’s T-shirt as she went. Steve watched her for a second, and then as she fastened her bra she turned to grab a top from the drawer and he felt his eyes widen as he noticed for the first time the slight swell in her stomach. Katie felt her eyes on him and she turned to look at him.

“Just boobs Steve.”she said, sniggering “They’re gonna get bigger.” “Sweetheart it’s not that, you’re…” he swallowed “You’re showing.”

Katie glanced down and was raised her eyebrows before she moved over to where the full length mirror. Up until then she’d simply been putting on a bit of weight, finally giving in the week before when she couldn’t fasten her jeans up anymore, but it was nothing of major note. But now, almost as if it had appeared overnight, there was a slight curve sticking out between her pelvis bones. Not huge, but still there.

“I err…” she looked at Steve, smiling softly “Yeah, guess I am.”

“Stay right there!“ he dived onto the bed and picked up his phone which was charging on his nightstand

“Steve!” she laughed as he took a snap, knowing full well that there would likely be a sketch in his book of the photo later in the day. “Did you get my face in that?”

“Maybe, but it doesn’t matter because one is ever going to see you like this besides me.” He grinned back as he tossed his phone onto the bed as he stood up, wrapping his arms around her from behind, his hands coming to rest on her small bump.

“I love you, more than you can ever know.” He nuzzled at her neck as she pressed her back to his bare chest. He rest his chin on her shoulder and looked at her in the mirror and then their moment was ruined as the feeling rose in Katie’s throat again and she shifted, pushing him out of the way before running and vomiting once more into the toilet. Steve followed her again, handing her the bottle of water. She took a large gulp and thankfully it seemed to quell the last lingering queasiness she was feeling for the time being and she let out a sigh as she looked at him.

“You did this.” she narrowed her eyes at him.

“I know, and I’d like to say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”  he said with a sheepish grin.

“Hmmmm” she shook her head as he helped her to her feet. “You will be in five months or so when he or she is giving you as much grief as they’re giving me now.” “Well then I give you full permission to say I told you so.” He smiled. “Do you want any breakfast?” “God no.” she shook her head.

“You have to eat.” he frowned

“I know but not at half seven am when I’ve just puked my guts up” she said, placating him  “I’ll eat in a little while, I promise, once we’ve sorted Emmy out for school.” “I’ll hold you to that.” He said, patting her ass.

The other downside to being pregnant was the tiredness. And she felt exhausted all the time. So, Steve wasn’t surprised to find her flaked out on the bed, Lucky by her side, when he returned later that afternoon after collecting Emmy. They’d detoured to the store on their way home as they’d run out of peanut butter- Katie’s craving- as she would sit there eating the stuff out of the jar with a spoon. Whilst in Target, Emmy’s new favourite place on the planet, the girl had gone wandering off nearly giving Steve a heart attack until he found her in the clothes section, grinning at a maternity t-shirt. It was light yellow with a digger on the front, and the words “Under Construction” over the top. They’d both laughed until tears were rolling down their faces and had thrown it in the trolley. 

He’d left Katie asleep for as long as he could, until it was almost six pm and he knew she’d have trouble sleeping later on so as Emmy headed down to the lab to meet Bruce about some science project she was working, with the promise that as it was Friday they could get take-out, he headed into their bedroom and gently lay down next to her, giving her a soft kiss.

“Baby.” he gently bumped his nose against hers “I’m sorry but it’s almost six…” She cracked open one eye with a groan and glanced at Steve, his face was inches from hers as he lay on the pillow. Over the last four weeks or so, the unfortunate implication of her being tired constantly was that their sex life wasn’t exactly thriving and Katie hated that. It had always been such an important part to their relationship, how they lost themselves with one another but frankly, on most occasions recently, it was the thing furthest from her mind. The first time she’d pushed Steve away a fortnight ago his face had literally looked like she’d slapped him until she’d tearfully explained she was tired and cranky and her boobs hurt and, well, just and. He’d simply sighed and pulled her to him, and since then hadn’t moaned or pestered or made any move on her whatsoever. He understood, even if he did feel a little inadequate so to speak, but had been nothing but the perfect gentleman, doting husband and she couldn’t love him more for that.

But now there was a familiar feeling spreading between her legs that she was fucking happy to welcome back and she squirmed slightly as he tucked her hair behind her ears as he was totally oblivious as usual.

“I said we’d sit with Nat tonight and get take-out. That ok?” he looked at her.

“Sounds good, but, there’s something else I want first.”

“What?” he frowned, before he realised what she was insinuating as her hand drifted to the waistband of his jeans. “Ohhh.” he grinned as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto his lips. “Are we finally at the point of pregnancy where you’re supposed to be insatiable?” he asked as she undid the buckle of his belt.

She shrugged as he rolled her onto her back gently, his mouth dropping to her neck as she let out a soft groan, his hand creeping crept up her top before he paused.

“How are the boobs today?” he gave a smirk and she laughed as he pulled her top off.

“Tender, be gentle.” she said as his eyes greedily drank her in before his lips returned back to hers, the contact breaking only when she grabbed at his dark blue henley, suddenly desperate to feel his skin on hers. He let her pull it over his head, lips back together as soon as it was off and his hand gently moved downwards and into the top of her leggings, finding her spot. Her hips bucked violently at his touch and he looked at her, arching an eyebrow at how responsive she was being.

“Shit.” she said, “Fuck that’s sensitive.”

“Easy, baby.” he chuckled, his mouth soft on her neck as she groaned, enjoying the feeling of his hand working at her. When she couldn’t take it anymore she sat up slightly, undoing the button on his jeans and pushing them down his thighs before he shrugged himself free of them, and his boxers as Katie shucked off the bottom half of her clothing, before she pushed on his shoulders gently and he obliged, laying back so she could straddle him. As she took him in they both groaned slightly, his hips flexing upwards as she pushed down. Katie found a slow, steady rhythm that felt good, riding him softly as he met her movements thrust for thrust, hands on either side of her hips.

Now, Steve wasn’t exactly a prude in bed. Years of being with Katie had put paid to that but if he was honest his favourite position was still missionary. He liked the way it felt, the fact that he was the one doing the work and unravelling her underneath him, but that wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy it any other way. He did. A lot. And as he looked up at her seeing her slightly distended belly, her swollen breasts protruding over the top of her bra and the other changes in her body thanks to the fact she was growing his baby, it all lit a fire in his belly every single fucking time he looked at her, well, frankly her on top now, watching her, it felt incredible.

“God you’re beautiful.” he muttered as he sat up, pressing his lips to hers as she groaned at the change of angle, grinding down against him harder “I love you so fucking much.” “I love you too.”she panted, her nose rubbing against his as he pushed up harder, making her cry out. “Fuck Katie.” he whimpered a little as she continued to roll her hips groaning loudly once more as the heat began to rise in her belly. He read the signals right, as he always did, pulling her down onto him harder, again and again.

“Stevie, I’m gonna…” and then she let out a soft cry, throwing her head back as she came undone, her hands tightening on his shoulders as he held her close, guiding her through her orgasm as he thrust upwards a few more times before following her right over the edge as she collapsed forward, her head lolling against his shoulder. It hadn’t been long, little over ten minutes if that, but it had felt amazing and as she sat still on his lap, his hands gently tracing up her back, she realised she’d never felt so cherished and loved in her life.  

**** December 2019

As Katie’s bump grew bigger, so did Steve’s protectiveness. The urge to keep his unborn child and his wife safe was coursing through his veins like molten lava. They’d already discussed moving from the Compound, and as such had put an offer in on a house in Brooklyn, which they were waiting to hear back from the realtor about. Emmy and Natasha thought the whole thing was hilarious, watching the normally composed and stoic soldier running around like a small child, and Katie did to a point, but as the weeks went on she started to get a little frustrated.

Natasha had reminded her she should be grateful he was so interested, as a lot of women didn’t have the help she did. And Katie knew that, she really did, but that didn’t stop her feeling slightly suffocated at the way he didn’t want her to go out alone, or drive, or clean, or basically do anything, and it all came to a head after twenty four weeks on the evening before their second sexing scan. They’d had one a few weeks before and Baby Rogers was not playing ball and lying in the most awkward position possible, so they’d been unable to tell what they were having. As such, they’d booked another to see if this time the little monster would be more co-operative. Steve was like a kid on Christmas eve, restless, eager to find out whether he was getting a son or a daughter, which didn’t help the situation as his incessant need to be doing something was driving Katie insane so she’d retreated to the bedroom which was where Steve found her now, pulling the sheets off the bed when Steve found her. He crossed his arms and frowned.

“What are you doing?“

“Rowing the Atlantic.” she looked at him, as he rolled her eyes at her sarcasm “What does it look like?”

“I can do that.” “Steve!” she groaned exasperatedly “You’re driving me insane! I’m pregnant not injured, I’m perfectly capable of changing the fucking sheets on our fucking bed!”

Steve recoiled instantly and stood looking at her, not sure what to do. He’d pushed her too far, he could see that. He swallowed as she looked up at him, her eyes flashing dangerously.

“I just…” he stuttered, running his hands through his hair. “I want to make sure you’re okay, that’s all. I’m sorry.”

His face wore the expression of a puppy dog she’d just booted across the floor and she sighed, running her hand over her face and moved to give him a hug “I know and I shouldn’t have snapped, that was uncalled for.” “I’m going overboard aren’t I?” he asked, dropping a soft kiss to her head. “I know you mean well, I really do, but I’m capable of walking around and doing stuff on my own.” she leaned back to look at him. “And I adore the fact that you want to care for me I really do but-” she stopped dead as she felt something flutter inside her belly. She laid her hand on her bump and there it was again, like butterflies but stronger. She had never felt it before, Dr Kellet saying it wasn’t unusual for a first time pregnancy not to feel the baby quickening until nearer twenty-five weeks but she had definitely felt that.

“Oh my God.” She whispered, looking down and then back up at him.

“What is it?” he frowned, looking at her, concern across every line of his face.

“The baby, it’s moving.” she smiled at him.

Steve felt his eyes widen before he grinned and dropped to his knees, letting her position his eager hands on her body. For the longest moment he held his breath, waiting.

"Sweetheart, it was barely more than a flutter, I’ve never felt it before so I doubt you will be able to feel anything yet.” Katie looked down at him.

He looked crestfallen and began to move his hands away but she stopped him.

“Talk to them, he or she might be able to hear you now.”

Steve looked up at her “So soon?” “Yeah.” she nodded, encouragingly. “They say between twenty three and wenty seven weeks so give it a try.” Smiling he bent closer, Katie lacing the fingers of her hands through his hair gently as he addressed her stomach.

“Hey, kid” he spoke softly, and his hands shifted up to the side of her bump “How’s it going in there?”

Katie felt another faint stir, deep inside.

“They did it again.” she grinned, and he looked up at her, his eyes shining. “They know your voice, Daddy.”

Steve stayed on his knees, watching her for a second, the utter love he felt for this woman and the baby she was cooking scared him at times. It consumed him like nothing he had ever known before. He often wondered how he was going to fare as a father, never having known his own and Katie had softly confessed one night she was just as scared as she had never known her parents properly either. But Steve had known his mom, Katie had Tony to look up to and they’d both coped ok with Emmy for almost a year now so they’d figure it out together.

“You think it’s a boy or a girl?” he asked, looking up at Katie from where he was knelt, his hands sliding up the outside of her thighs.

She paused, considering. “Truthfully, I haven’t a clue. What about you?

Steve got up "No idea,” he admitted, “And I don’t particularly care” He ducked his head to give her a soft kiss.”

“I’m leaning towards a boy though.” Katie smiled.

“Yeah, why’s that then?” “Just a hunch.” she grinned, cheekily “Because it’s an awkward little shit just like its dad.” *****

A face swim into focus - streaked with static, but undeniably a face - a perfect little profile with a forehead and nose and chin. The little thing on the screen suddenly moved, turning its head and pulling one hand up beside its face.

Steve’s hand curled round Katie’s as the pair of them glanced at the screen, both of them immersed at their little world, right there, completely unaware of how much it was already loved. It had been four weeks since they had seen it last and it seemed so much more clear even as little as twenty eight days further on.  

“Everything is perfect!” Dr Kellet was talking. “And, I’m happy to say Baby is in a much more cooperative mood so I can tell you what it is this time.”

Steve looked at Katie, his eyes bright and they both nodded eagerly.

“Congratulations, Mom and Dad,” she announced, smiling. “It’s a boy”

“A boy.” Steve whispered, and Katie smiled as her raised her hand to press a kiss against her knuckles. She turned to look at him, his eyes were shining.

“This is real?” he suddenly demanded. “This - our baby - it is a he?”

Katie bit back the laugh at Steve’s astonished face. Dr Kellet smiled at Steve’s reaction and nodded reassuringly. “That’s your son.”

“You’re sure?” he asked for what felt like the thousandth time as they walked back to the car. “I mean, are those things accurate?”

Katie laughed, “Steve!”

“I know, I know.” he shook his head, still not quite able to believe it as he unlocked the car. Katie settled in the passenger seat as he climbed in next to her, and she glanced down at the image on the scan photo in her hands. “A son.” Steve smiled, looking out of the front window of the car. “We’re gonna have a boy.”

“Are you going to keep smiling like that all day?” she asked him.

“Probably.” Steve nodded, not an air of shame in his tone as he turned to face her. In all honestly he hadn’t cared what their baby was going to be, but as soon as they’d found out it was a boy he suddenly had visions of all the sorts of activities they could do together. Play fighting, baseball, football…not that he couldn’t do any of those with a girl but, well, it was his boy. A boy that would keep the Rogers name going once he was no longer there…

“Hey, now we can start thinking of names!” Katie grinned as he started the car up.

“Yeah.” He smiled, pulling out of the space “You had any ideas.” “Just one for a boy.”  Katie replied as he swung the car onto the main road.  She bit her lip, not sure how this was going to go down. “I thought about James.”

Steve’s shoulders tensed slightly. “After Bucky?” His voice was soft.

Katie nodded “That’s one person, yeah.”

Steve took a deep breath. If he was honest he’d had the same thought but he wasn’t completely sure about it. He didn’t want their kid named after Bucky because Katie simply thought it was what he wanted. He wanted it to be for the right reasons. Besides, it wasn’t like Bucky ever went by that name anyway. He shook his head and turned to look at Katie for a second.

“I’m not sure I could call a kid James. He went by Bucky after all.”

“I like it” Katie shrugged. “Plus, there are other nicknames for James, you know like Jim or Jamie.” "Jim?” he snorted, looking at her “He’s not an old man.” “No but his dad is.” she replied, playfully.

**** It was a week after Christmas when Steve finally got to feel his baby moving. They’d finally taken possession of the keys for the house in Brooklyn and after a long day of packing things into boxes, Katie had headed to the bedroom, jar of peanut butter and spoon in hand. Their son had been doing flips and kicking like a trooper all day, and she was exhausted.

Steve and Emmy stayed up to watch a film before calling it a night and after making sure Emmy was settled, Lucky assuming his place at the base of her bed, he climbed under the covers behind his wife, his hand straying to her bump as he hooked an arm round her, his thumb gently stroking to and fro when Katie rolled onto her back, looking up at him, biting her lip. Suddenly she wasn’t tired anymore and was craving the other thing she seemed to be constantly after which wasn’t peanut butter. And Steve was more than happy to comply.

“You are terrible.” he muttered with a grin, giving her a hard kiss and she squirmed as his hand touched her hip. She was extra sensitive to any touch he gave her at the moment, and he knew it. Grinning, he shuffled down slightly and she bit back a smile as he rest his forehead against her rounded abdomen.

“Hey son.” he cajoled. “Your mom says you’ve been pretty active all day today so how about a bit of something for your old man?”

And then Katie felt the jab, which was far stronger than anything she’d felt before, as their son really did give a kick or an elbow, whichever it was it had been harsh! Steve stilled as he thought he had felt something, but wasn’t sure. Quickly he looked up, holding the covers so that they were peaked around his head and he glanced up at Katie who nodded at him. He bowed his head once more against her stomach, hands resting either side as he felt their baby again. He took a shaky breath, simply staying there as Katie laced her fingers into his hair as their son continued to wriggle, Steve’s hand following every movement before they died down. It was incredible, and he couldn’t help but feel utterly in awe at the life growing inside his girl.

Fuck, she was incredible, being able to make that.

Eventually, after a moment or so of nothing Steve pressed a soft kiss to the side of her bump.

“I gotta help your mom out with something now so…” he looked up at Katie, grinning cheekily, before his head made its way further downwards and soon it was another feeling he was cherishing altogether.

"You know, betcha he’s gonna be super smart, like Tony or Banner smart” Steve said later that night as they lay together, her back pressed to his chest again. She couldn’t lie in her preferred position with her head on her chest anymore as her bump made it uncomfortable but if he was honest he preferred this way, he could simply rest his hand right over his son and stay there all night.

“Well he will be half Stark.” Katie mused as she lay her hand on top of Steve’s, her fingers skating over his wedding ring. “But I hope he looks just like you.”

Steve smiled and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, closing his eyes.

“You know, we really should try and make a bit more progress on the whole name front.” Katie sighed. "I still think we should call him James,”

Steve shook his head, eyes still closed.

“All right, then let’s name him after one of the other Commandos.” Katie said, turning her head to look at him.

Steve considered the matter for a second and then frowned. He cracked open an eye and gave his wife a dirty look as she started laughing. He had told her once that it had been a well-worn joke that all but three – him, Gabe, and Timothy - were named some variant of the name James.

“I assume you’re not suggesting we name him Gabriel,” he deadpanned, setting her off into another laugh.

“Emmy had a suggestion before.” Katie said, biting her lip. “Yeah?” “Horatio.” “What the...where the hell did she get that from?” Steve began as Katie threw her head back and laughed.

“I’ve no idea, but she couldn’t keep a straight face when she said it.” Katie said, before he pondered something “What about Joseph after your dad?”

“Joe...” Steve tried the name out before he grimaced and shook his head. “Joe DiMaggio played for the Yankees.“

“I’ll file that under the long list of no’s then.” Katie sighed, rolling her eyes.

******

February 2020

They moved into their house at the end of January. It wasn’t far from the place they had looked at a few years back, and was fairly similar. A large, L-shaped, red brick detached, in a quiet area with sprawling gardens, enough rooms to house an army and a pool area which sported bi-folding doors that completely retracted to reveal an enormous outside space complete with hot tub, dining area and a well-manicured garden.

It was perfect and even Tony failed to find anything to pick fault with. Being in the position they were in, they decided to get everything ready before they moved in fully. To be fair there wasn’t much to do bar a bit of decorating. They had someone come and do most of it, hiring the interior designer that had done the compound, but Steve was adamant he wanted to do the baby’s room himself, and Katie wasn’t going to deny him of that.

Steve barred her from the room, allowing no one in but Emmy who was helping him with the painting. She’d helped him pick the colours and all Katie was allowed to do was select the furniture much to her grumblings.

“She’s gonna love it.” Emmy said, looking around at the finished room. Steve dropped an arm round the girl’s shoulder.

“I hope so kiddo.” he said.

“Can we show her now?” Steve smiled, excitement flooding his system “Yeah, let’s do it.”

The two of them wandered out onto the landing and Steve called his wife. She came out of their room where she had been arranging throw cushions on their bed for the 1000th time that day, her nesting instinct kicking in.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“We wanna show you the baby’s room!” Emmy grinned. Katie’s face split into a grin and Steve leaned down to give her a soft kiss when she hissed as their son gave her an almighty boot in the ribs.

“Shit!” she hissed, rubbing at her side. “He kicked me then, really hard. That hurt!”

“Language!” Steve said grinning as he placed his hand on her stomach, gently feeling before he grinned and went to kiss her again, and she received another boot

“You know, I don’t think he likes you kissing me…” she pushed Steve away. “Listen, buddy.” he leaned down so his head was level with her bump. “We need to lay down some ground rules because in a month or so, you’re gonna be here demanding all your mom’s attention, but until then, she’s 100% mine, you got that?”

Emmy cackled out a laugh “Yeah you tell him Steve-o.” “Let’s hope he pays more attention to me than you do!” he shot the 12 year old a look and she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah yeah, come on, I wanna show mom what we did.” The use of the word didn’t pass Katie by. Her eyes widened a little and she looked at Steve whose mouth had dropped open, but he hastily shut it, as Katie rearranged her face swiftly. They hadn’t even talked about what they would do if Emmy started calling them mom or dad, it hadn’t entered their minds. But it was too late, the young girl had spotted their faces and stood, frowning at them.

“What? Did I just say something that-” and then her eyes widened “Oh, I’m…sorry, it just, well, slipped out, I mean…”

Before she could say anything else Steve pulled her into a hug and shook his head “You know we love you like you’re our own.” “And if you feel the same then that’s fine by us, it’s more than fine.” Katie smiled.

Emmy sniffed a little and wiped away the tears that had sprung from her eyes and to save her any more embarrassment Steve nodded at the door to the room. “Do the honours then.” before he stood behind Katie gently placing his hands over her eyes. Emmy pushed the door open as Steve stepped forward, gently steering Katie into the room.

“Steve, I’m gonna fall.” she laughed, “My centre of gravity is way off on account of me being as big as a hippo.”

“I won’t let you fall, what you take me for?” he chuckled as the smell of fresh paint hit her nostrils.

“Ready?” Emmy asked, excitedly, looking at Steve who winked at him, his own exhilaration was radiating off him and Katie could feel it. She nodded and Steve moved his hands, so she could look round the room. It was a pale blue colour on all four walls, but on the third where the crib nestled it was slightly darker, and sported a quote painted in elegant darker blue letters that she recognised instantly as being from Peter Pan, one of Steve’s favourite childhood books: “Second star on the right and straight on ‘til morning.”  The same wall was also decorated with rows of silver and white stars. The gloss woodwork in the room was fresh and white, and the furniture was also assembled- a small wardrobe, dresser with drawers, crib, a changing unit and a rocking chair and she noticed Steve had stained the wood on the top of the changing unit a dark blue colour too, something she would never have thought to do. The entire room was an ode to the artist in him.

“Do you like it?” Steve asked after giving her enough time to take it all in. She turned to him and shook her head, and Steve felt his heart sink.

“No.” she whispered.

“You don’t?” Emmy asked, exchanging a look with Steve who’s face fell and Katie bit her lip and looked at him

“I love it.”

“Don’t do that!” he rolled his eyes as his hands locked behind her back whilst Emmy cackled.

“Honestly,” Katie said, looking round as she stood in his arms, “guys it’s amazing.”

“You’re amazing.” he said, glancing down at the bump which was now between them “Growing him in there.” “I’m also hungry.” she smiled, apologetically, and Steve laughed.

“Subs?” he asked.

His girls nodded and he looked at Emmy frowning “Chicken and bacon ranch…extra tomato” He knew she hated tomato but he couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease her.

She rolled her eyes, “You’re such a doofus dad…”

Dad.

Steve felt his voice catch, thick with emotion as he coughed to clear his throat “Oh, yeah, its extra cucumber, and…” he looked at Katie “Same?”

She nodded. “With cheese. And extra pickle.”

He kissed the side of Katie’s head before he left the room.

“I did the stars.” Emmy smiled, as her arm slid round Katie’s waist as they both looked round the room again “Dad did the stencil and showed me how to do it.”

Katie dropped a kiss to the top of her head. “It’s fantastic.”

“I can’t believe he’s gonna be here in like seven weeks.” Emmy said, turning to look at Katie’s stomach when the pair of them jumped slightly as there was a rumble of thunder from outside. Katie glanced out of the window, frowning. It wasn’t the right time of year for storms but then again, since Thanos the entire weather front was still fucked up.

Downstairs, Steve was shrugging his jacket on, ready to head out to the sandwich shop. His head was still whirling from the fact Emmy had just called the pair of them mom and dad, but whirling in a good way. They’d come so far with the girl, it hadn’t been all plain sailing but she as a good kid and had settled well, even more so after they had assured her she was going nowhere when the baby was born. Smiling to himself, he pulled the heavy door open, the bottom catching slightly. He made a mental note to plane it down a little, and then he looked up colliding with something, the force of which bounced him back into the hall slightly. He looked up immediately, and felt his face drop into a look of shock as he saw the man standing in front of him.

“Thor.” he said, taking in his appearance. His hair was now shoulder length again, how it had been when they had first met him. His beard was back and slightly longer and Tony had been right, he was sporting the first signs of a beer belly. But he was clean and his eyes were bright, a great improvement on last time. “I err,” he looked nervously at Steve, “I came to see you and Little Stark…Natasha said you would be here so…” “Yeah, come in.” he said, stepping back. Thor stepped over the threshold and looked around appraisingly before he turned to Steve “I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did…” Steve took the God’s hand and shook it “Look, we all say stuff we don’t mean in the heat of an argument, and it’s good of you to come.”

He shut the door and walked a little further into the hallway, gesturing for Thor to follow him.

“Honey!” he called up the stairs “We have a visitor.”

Katie appeared at the top of the stairs, Emmy in tow and she stopped as she looked down at the two men.

“Little Stark.” Thor looked up at her, the fingers of his left hand playing with the ones on his right nervously. “You’re not so little I see. Nice err, bump.”

“Hey Thunder God.” Katie said softly, making her way down the stairs. She glanced at Steve who was tactful enough to understand what she was suggesting, this was going to be a moment the two once close friends shared on their own.

“I’m just off out to fetch lunch.” Steve clapped Thor on the shoulder, “Can I get you anything?” “Tuna melt, extra pickle and chipotle sauce?” Katie asked, looking at Thor and he smiled, nodding.

“You got it. Emmy?” Steve jerked his head towards the door “Wanna come with me?” Emmy frowned “No.” “Let me rephrase that, you’re coming with me.”

She rolled her eyes “But-“ “No buts.” Steve opened the door and gestured out of it with his hand “Mush”

“Fine.” she grumbled “But I want a big slice of cake now too.” Steve shut the door behind them, Katie could hear the vague sounds of their arguing as they walked towards the car and Thor turned to her, puzzled.

“Oh, erm, she’s our foster daughter.” she supplied “You remember Emmy from the Christmas Party you came to? That’s her.”

Thor smiled “Your compassion never ceases to amaze me Little Stark.” he sighed.

“Come on.” she smiled, heading to the kitchen as he followed. She opened the fridge and he selected a beer before he looked at her as she opened it using the bottle opener set into the counter. He took a large drain from the bottle and glanced over at Katie who watched him carefully.

“So, I owe you an apology.” Thor said, awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck in a way that Katie thought was very Steve like, “I should not have talked to you the way I did last year, it was unforgivable…” “Yeah, well, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have punched you.” she offered.

“it was a good punch.” He mused, his hand touching his nose

“Almost broke my hand.” she smiled at him “So, shall we call it quits?” “I would like that.” Thor grinned and she stepped into his arms, allowing him to hug her

“You’re positively blooming.” he looked down as he released her. “May I?”

“Go ahead.” she grinned as Thor lightly placed the hand that wasn’t holding his bottle on her belly. Obligingly, her unborn son gave an almighty boot and Thor beamed up at her.

“Wow.” “Yeah, he’s a kicker.” “He?” Thor asked

“Yeah, it’s a boy.” Katie smiled “Wanna come see his nursery?” “I would very much like that, yes!”

And just like that, it was as if the last seven months hadn’t happened. In the end Katie gave Thor a complete tour and he looked round our house eagerly before Steve and Emmy returned with their food. The four of them ate in the kitchen, Thor patiently answering all of Emmy’s questions whilst filling Katie and Steve in on what was happening in New Asgard. Both of them were pleased to learn that he had been at the chair of the Elders now for 6 months, and they were currently underway with building a school. It was nice to see him so focussed again.

Eventually he announced it was time for him to go but before he did he grabbed his Axe from by the door. “Please, before I leave, I have a gift.” he nodded before he muttered something. There was a loud crack, which made them all jump and Thor grinned as he placed the item he was holding down on the floor. It was a beautiful pale yellow and white blanket, made from soft wool. Steve and Katie exchanged a glance as Katie took it, running her hands over the soft fabric.

“Thor its beautiful.” she whispered, looking at him.

“It has been made by the seamstresses in New Asgard.” He smiled “And I have worked every line of protection I know into the fabric. Your son will be safe while he sleeps.” Katie looked up at the God tears in her eyes before she hugged him once more “Thank you.”

*****

March 2020.

They were now into the last month of them being a family of three. And there was a huge elephant in the room, the fact that Baby Rogers still didn’t have a name.

Steve had been called away on business for a week again at the end of February, and had returned a few days ago, telling Rhodey he was done for the time being as the Doctors had said their baby was basically at full term size now and could arrive imminently, something that he knew was making his wife even more anxious that they hadn’t picked a name. But it was so damned hard, harder than anything he had thought about before. Every name each of them suggested the other had a reason not to use, and Katie kept coming back to the name James. Steve liked it too - he just thought it was unfair to Katie to name their child after his best friend.

But she wasn’t giving up so easily. She had one last card to play.

“You know, you were named after your Grandfather, weren’t you?” she asked one evening as she sat cross legged on the bed, eating from a jar of peanut butter.  “Let’s name him after mine, my mom’s dad. He was great.”

Steve aimed a doubtful eye at her as he walked out of the en-suite, "Please tell me his name wasn’t Horatio” he begged.

Katie laughed, biting her lip “No, it was Jim…”

Steve threw his hands up in exasperation, shaking his head as Katie continued to chuckle. He sighed, he was beat.

"You really like the name James?” he asked, dropping onto the bed and moved so he was led on his side behind her.

She nodded and suddenly felt a huge kick in her side.

“Ow!” she rubbed her palm across her large, rounded stomach, feeling her son’s strong kick.

Steve grinned, propped himself up on his right elbow and curled his left arm around his wife, hand resting on her bump, relishing the feel of their baby moving.

“I think he does too.” she smiled softly as she looked down at Steve. “Why are you so set against it?” “I’m not.” he sighed. “I just don’t want you naming him after Bucky just because of what he meant to me, and I’m still not sure I can call a baby James.”

“James is a nice, strong name for a little boy.” she shrugged, continuing before he could protest “Baby, let’s not forget Bucky saved my life, if it wasn’t for him we wouldn’t be having this conversation. And, if it makes you feel any better I want his middle name to be after someone who means the world to me.” she smiled, looking at him “Anthony.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly at the middle name before he smiled as their baby gave another huge kick.

“See?” Katie grinned as he looked down at her belly, his hand resting gently against his son who was now kicking with all his might and she knew from the look on his face that even before he was born their son had won Steve over.

“James Anthony Rogers.” Steve said, softly. It was a great way to honour both their bothers, but he couldn’t help but feel there was someone else deserving of it too. He looked up at Katie, cocking his head slightly to the right. “Could he have a third name?”

Katie frowned slightly. Neither Tony, her, or Steve for that matter, had a third name, but if Steve wanted to, then…

“What you thinking?” she asked, although she was pretty sure she knew the answer. He looked away from her for a moment and then cast his eyes to the framed photo on the wall in their bedroom, a photo taken at their wedding, the faces of all their friends and family beaming back at him. He looked back up at her and gave a little smile. “Samuel.”

Even though she had known it was coming, her eyes filled with tears- damned pregnancy hormones- as she looked at him, the memory of their lost friends springing into my mind. “James Anthony Samuel Rogers.” she whispered. “Jamie for short?”

The last part was a question more than anything but she knew he was on board when he beamed at her, tears of his own forming in his eyes as he leaned up to kiss her. “Perfect.”

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[generallynerdy]

Babysitting (Carol Danvers & Sister!Reader)

first 10 minutes of endgame spoilers im warning u

Summary: When Carol goes to find Tony Stark and company on Titan, she regretfully has to leave behind her little sister, (Y/N). She isn’t pleased with the arrangement, at least until she discovers a raccoon and a particularly friendly cat in the compound.

Requested by & Anon: I'd love a Carol Danvers x little sister! Reader who loves animals! Like, she takes care of Goose and she loves Rocket, even though he insists he's not a raccoon

Key: (Y/N) - your name Warnings: nova calls the Decimation by the Snap bc that’s clearly what it should’ve been called, Cursing Probably, f l u f f, insinuations of death by plum-man Word Count: 2,202

Note: this focuses a lot on the avengers w/her sister sorry not sorry it’s cute and i needed to write rhodey tbh

    “Woah!” The little girl gasped. “This place is so big!”

    She was led along, hand in hand with a blonde woman in a sort of suit of red, blue, and gold. She skipped as she went, little stuffed dog wrapped tightly in her free arm. Her companion took her to a massive compound that looked relatively empty.

    The blonde laughed. “Yeah, it’s pretty big, huh?”

    “Carol,” the little girl whined as they got halfway across the building’s huge lobby. “Up.”

    Carol leaned down, plucking her tiny partner from the ground and scooping her into her arms. “You are needy, you know that?” She teased, booping the child’s nose.

    She giggled and shoved her hands away, using the stuffed puppy to cover her face from further attack. “Do you have to go?” She whined suddenly.

    “(Y/N), I wouldn’t leave you if I didn’t have to,” Carol sighed.

    Carol went to brush her little sister’s hair behind her ear, but her hand was shoved away spitefully. She didn’t want to leave her baby sister, but sometimes duty called. In this particular case, she was headed out to find a certain Tony Stark and company, who were hopefully on Titan.

    “Ah, there you are--” Someone said before stopping.

    Carol stopped as they approached the elevators and ran into a redhead, who stopped them there. “(Y/N),” Carol said to the girl in her arms, “This is Natasha.”

    “Hi,” (Y/N) whispered, waving shyly at her and burying her face in her stuffed friend.

    Her older sister smiled fondly. “She’s gonna help take care of you while I’m gone.”

    “I don’t wanna go,” she whined again. “I wanna stay with you and go save people, Carol, please!”

    Carol sighed and kissed her forehead. “I know, kiddo. But this one will be faster if I do it myself. They’re gonna take really good care of you and I’ll be back before you know it. Okay?”

    “Okay,” she whispered, though reluctantly.

    “Can you take her?” Carol asked Natasha. “They’re waiting for me in the hangar.”

    Natasha nodded and was soon given the terrified child. Carol kissed her on the cheek once more and was gone, (Y/N) waving miserably after her.

    “I know being left with strangers is horrible and scary,” Natasha said to the girl once her sister was gone. “But we’re gonna make the best of it.”

    (Y/N) nodded slowly, but her expression didn’t change. She was scared out of her mind.

    Natasha didn’t try to force her to talk, as she knew that would only make her more uncomfortable. So, she took her upstairs instead, hoping that the others would be able to make her more comfortable with things. After all, she could be stuck with them for days before Carol came back.

    The pair walked into the meeting room, where part of what was left of the Avengers gathered. Thor had yet to show, rather preoccupied with setting his people up in a new place to live, but Steve was downstairs sending Carol off.

    Bruce and Rhodey were the only ones in there, as well as Rocket, who was closest to the door. (Y/N) spotted him first.

    “A raccoon!” She gasped.

    The others looked up instantly at that, Bruce shooting Nat a confused expression. She just smiled a little and shook her head at (Y/N)’s reaction.

    “Why do people keep saying that?” Rocket huffed, not quite realising that a child had said it. “I’m not a raccoon!”

    “Guys, this is (Y/N),” Natasha said, kneeling to the ground to put the girl down. “Carol’s little sister.”

    Rhodey raised an eyebrow. “Hi, (Y/N). I’m Rhodey. This is Bruce.”

    “That’s Rocket,” Nat added, gesturing to the raccoon.

    The girl nodded a little before wandering over to Rocket, who looked terrified at this action. She just kind of pet his ear, giggling a little.

    “You’re so fluffy,” she said.

    He couldn’t help smiling slightly. “Yeah, one of my best qualities.”

    Meanwhile, Nat sat beside the other two men in the room, sighing as she did. She didn’t want to make them help her watch (Y/N), nor did she want them to do so at all. They were grieving, all of them. They didn’t need this. But, of course, they were heroes and they would offer to anyway.

    “How long are we babysitting?” Rhodey asked.

    “Who knows?” Nat sighed. “Until Carol gets back.”

    Bruce moved from the table to kneel in front of (Y/N), who had moved away from Rocket to the computers on one side of the room. They displayed the faces of the missing and, frankly, he didn’t want her to ask about them, so he decided to distract her instead.

    “Hey, (Y/N), what do you do for fun?”

    (Y/N) put a hand to her chin thoughtfully. “Carol likes taking me to new planets! And sometimes we sing to old songs on the way there or play hide n’ seek in the ship!”

    “Hide and seek, huh?” Bruce asked with a small smile. “Do you wanna play that?”

    “Yeah!” She exclaimed, hopping up and down. “You seek and I’ll hide! But you hafta count to 200, ‘cause that’s how much we count in big places.”

    Nat barely held in a laugh and Rhodey failed entirely. The kid was adorable. Maybe she was what they needed around here.

    “Okay, 200. Got it,” Bruce said. “Ready?”

    By the time he was at 5, (Y/N) had sprinted out of the room, tiny stuffed dog in hand.

    Rhodey didn’t have much to do at the compound except worry about Tony. So, he took to pacing the halls, finding unexplored rooms that had been abandoned since the Snap. What he didn’t expect to find when he turned a corner was little (Y/N) tugging at a stuck door with all her might.

    He laughed at the sight, glancing down the hall, but seeing no one. So, he approached the kid.

    “Uh, hey,” he said suddenly. “What are you doing?”

    “Tryna get in,” she answered bluntly.

    Rhodey had a silly grin on his face. “Aren’t you supposed to be playing hide and seek with Bruce?”

    She shrugged. “He’s bad at seeking. And Nicky’s office won’t open.”

    “Nicky…?” Rhodey asked. He glanced at the name on the door and stopped cold. Nicholas J Fury. “You know Fury?”

    “Uh huh!” (Y/N) said proudly, still pulling at the door handle. “Carol tells me stories about him for bedtime. Like when they saved the world from Kree! That’s my favourite.”

    Rhodes shook his head a little. “Here, lemme help you with that.”

    He managed to get the door unstuck and followed the girl inside, viewing the office with a sense of reminiscence. He was too busy looking around to realise that (Y/N) was looking for something-- or someone-- in particular.

    “Goose!” She whisper-called. “Goosey, Goose, Goose. Where are you?”

    When Rhodey did hear he, he tilted his head. “Goose? What are you--?”

    He was interrupted by a meow and watched in awe as a ginger cat appeared from behind Fury’s desk. It greeted (Y/N) instantly with purrs, making her giggle and pet it lovingly.

    “There you are!” She cooed.

    “I didn’t know Fury had a cat…” He muttered.

    (Y/N) picked up the cat and held it up, looking into its blank eyes. “You’re even cuter in real life! Carol’s gonna be so happy I found you!”

    “Did your sister tell you stories about Goose, too?”

    “Yeah!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “She’s like the coolest pet ever.”

    Rhodey hummed. “Didn’t take Fury for a cat person. Or a pet person.”

    “Goose isn’t a cat,” she huffed. “Goose is a Flerken. She’s way better than any cat. Isn’t that right, Goosey?”

    “Mrrow?”

    He simply paused, looking between the girl and the cat, the latter of whom stared back somewhat eerily. “Flerken. Right.” He furrowed his eyebrows, muttering to himself. “What the hell’s a Flerken?”

    (Y/N) was at the compound a little longer than they had anticipated, but they quickly got into a routine with her. Natasha, Rhodey, and Steve were in charge of making sure she got food and everything else she needed, while Bruce and Rocket were in charge of fun. Thor wasn’t in the mood. Nobody else really was either, but they were willing to put aside some things so that (Y/N) was taken care of.

    One night, as Steve was tucking her in, she asked him something.

    “Steve?” She called before he could close the door. “Can you tell me a story?”

    The captain stopped dead in his tracks and turned to her with a little smile. “A story?”

    “Carol tells me stories,” (Y/N) whispered quietly.

    So, he pulled up a chair beside her bed and settled in. The girl was just missing her big sister. He wanted to give her as much comfort as he could until she came back. Goose was pretty helpful when it came to that. In fact, she was curled up beside the little girl, looking like she was waiting for a bedtime story, too.

    “What kind of story do you wanna hear?” Steve asked.

    Her answer was instant. “Carol tells me stories about when she was in the air force. Or when she and Nicky saved the world.”

    “Okay…” he paused, exhaling sharply. “I’ve got one.”

    So, he told her about the time he and his best friend, Bucky, went to the Stark Expo. He also mentioned how he tried to illegally sign up to fight in the war, which she thought was funny. He didn’t go much further than that, but he did linger on Bucky a little.

    “Carol has a Bucky,” (Y/N) yawned when he finished his story.

    Steve raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”

    “Uh huh. Her name’s Marie,” the girl said. “We go visit her an’ Monica-- that’s her daughter-- a lot. But we don’t tell Nicky when we come visit, ‘cause we visit a lot.”

    “Is this the Marie that was a pilot, too?”

    (Y/N) nodded drowsily, smiling before frowning. “I asked Carol if we could visit ‘em this time, but she said we can’t. D’you know why?”

    Steve’s heart broke. He couldn’t be sure, but he had a pretty damn good hunch on why (Y/N) and Carol wouldn’t get to visit Marie and Monica. It took everything in him to lie to this kid, to tell her something that was so far from the truth.

    “No, I don’t,” he lied through his teeth. “But maybe you’ll get to see them before you leave.”

    “I hope so,” she muttered as he went to leave her room. “G’night.”

    “Goodnight. Sleep well, kiddo.”

    (Y/N) stumbled into the kitchen one morning, Goose following her as she carried her stuffed friend there. The cat followed her pretty much everywhere.

    A gasp left the little girl’s lips at the sight of a familiar blonde head of hair.

    “CAROL!”

    She ran into her big sister’s arms, laughing excitedly.

    “Oh, there’s my girl,” Carol groaned at the impact of the attack hug, kneeling down to her sister’s level. “I told you I’d be back before you knew it.”

    “Lookie who I found!” (Y/N) said, rushing over to Goose.

    She picked the cat up and showed her to Carol, who smiled instantly at the sight. It was a bittersweet smile as she remembered why Goose was all alone in the compound, but a smile nonetheless.

    “Hi, Goose,” she greeted softly, grinning when the cat rubbed up against her fondly. “Remember me?”

    (Y/N) giggled. “Of course she does!”

    “You know what, kiddo?” Carol asked, not noticing the smiles on the faces of her fellow Avengers, who were scattered about the room. “I have a surprise for you, too.”

    “You do?” (Y/N) gasped.

    Carol nodded. “I made breakfast-- French Toast!”

    “YAY!” The girl squealed, racing to find a chair at the table as her sister went to grab her food. “Can Goose have some, too?”

    Goose climbed up on the chair beside her, almost on cue.

    Carol laughed. “Yes, Goose can have some, too.”

    She placed one plate in front of her sister and a smaller one in front of the Flerken, who was practically drooling in anticipation. (Y/N) dug in, but Goose had to hop up on the table to reach her food.

    The other Avengers watched with small smiles as the Flerken nudged her food experimentally with her nose. Carol waited. It was gonna be perfect.

    Goose’s mouth snapped open and tentacles cascaded from deep in her throat. She gobbled up the French Toast in seconds, doing it so quickly that (Y/N) barely saw it. The kid knew the stories about the Flerken, though. The Avengers did not.

    “Jesus--” Bruce gasped out when the tentacles disappeared.

    All of them were wide-eyed and fearful, some even backing up a little ways away.

    (Y/N) giggled at Rhodey’s face particularly. “I told you she wasn’t a cat! Goose is a Flerken! Isn’t that right, Goosey?”

    Goose rubbed her chin against the girl’s outstretched hand, purring up a storm. “Mrow!”

    “Okay, that I get Fury having as a pet,” he whispered. “That’s freaky. That’s-- that’s terrifying is what that is.”

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[iliketowrite1996]

Raising Jasmine Allen-Rogers

story for @areubeingserved-too

TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- heartbreak, loss of a spouse, loss of a parent , making mistakes, growing up 

Summary- a look back into moments that stood out to Steve as he raised his first child- Jasmine Allen-Rogers.

AGE 1

‘’Happy birthday, Jazzy!,’ Bucky coos, setting his goddaughter in the new ride-on fire truck that he and Nat got her for her birthday.

‘’Aww, she loves it,’’ Sam comments, taking videos of his ‘’niece’’ as Tony and Pepper move the boxes out of the way for her to ride around the living room of Tony’s place.

Jasmine is all smiles as she is pushed along by her dad, who is enjoying the sound of her laughter.

‘’Just wait until she’s sixteen and I get her a real car,’’ Tony pipes up, only half joking.

‘’She’s not even out of diapers yet,’’ Steve snorts, picking her up out of the toy to press a kiss to her forehead, ‘’Come on, chickadee. Let’s go get ready for cake.

Had anyone told Steve a year ago that he’d actually have the strength to be happy after losing Petra, he never would have believed them. It took months for him to feel like himself again, and even then it was primarily for Jasmine’s benefit. His daughter is his favorite person, his best girl. He maintains that without her, he’s not even sure he would have wanted to have faith that things could one day be better.

‘’I love you, Jazzy,’’ he kisses her forehead once more before taking her upstairs to where he and her both sleep,, the room that one day was an office in Bucky and Natasha’s place and the next was a makeshift bedroom for Steve and his daughter.

Jasmine looks up at him with brown, almond-shaped eyes, giggling to herself as he gathers the wipes and a new diaper.

It’s the little things like this that make him miss Petra- how she was supposed to be here with him, and how she was supposed to have a chance to see their daughter.

Life doesn’t always work out as planned, though, so here he is.

It's been a journey but he’s grateful for Jasmine, his biggest blessing.

Tonight as she lays her head down to sleep, Steve stands over her crib and gently rubs the dark, jet blackc curls that adorn her tiny head.

‘’I’ve got you Jazzy. Always. You’re my best girl.’’

And he means it because even if his life didn’t turn out as he planned, he has Jasmine.

That’s good enough for him.

AGE 5

Steve Rogers hates field trips. Absolutely abhors them. They are the bane of his existence, and he wishes he could have signed off on the permission slip and had Jasmine go with Nat.

But Nat works nights and she needs to sleep today, so Steve is taking his day to volunteer to go with the kindergartners to the apple orchard.

Somehow, he ended up with four kids in tow- Jasmine, DeShawn, Lexi and Blake. Because Lexi’s sister, Lena, threw up on the  bus and Ms. Carrington is watching her and giving her sips of ginger ale from a vending machine and Steve wouldn’t mind letting two more kids tag along, would he?

‘’Mr. Rogers, I’m tired,’’ Blake groans, pulling on Steve’s jacket as they continue their way to where the hay ride is.

‘’Blake, we’re almost there, buddy. Grab Lexi’s hand.’’

Steve is holding Lexi and Jasmine’s hands, and Lexi and Jasmine are holding Blake and DeShawn’s hands, respectively.

‘’I’m hungry, Mr. Rogers, when do we eat,’’ DeShawn questions politely before looking at Jasmine, ‘’Guess what?! Mommy packed me a bologna sandwich and cookies!’’

‘’Ooh! Daddy gave me a Lunchable,’’ Jasmine proudly announces, and Steve is almost glad that she looked up at him with those puppy dog eyes and asked if he’d be their chaperone.

That is, until Blake is crying because the hay is itchy, Lexi is crying because Blake’s crying, Jasmine is falling asleep, and DeShawn is sitting there and taking it all in with wide eyes.

Steve Rogers. Hates. Field trips.

Later that day, though, they are all on the bus. 

He’s telling the kids a story and Lexi and Blake are happily listening from the seat in front of him while Jasmine sits in his lap and DeShawn is silently dozing off next to him.

Later that night, after showing uncle Bucky and auntie Nat the pictures her dad took on his phone, Jasmine and Steve retire to their place for the evening.

When his kindergartner is laying down,head on his shoulder, and falling asleep, she whispers, ‘’Today was the ebay day ever.’’

And, yeah, okay.

Maybe Steve Rogers hates field trips a little bit less.

AGE 7

‘’I did not know what to do, so I called you. I know Mother’s Day is a sensitive subject for you both, but I-’’

‘’It’s alright, Mrs. Lang. Really. I appreciate it. She can come to my class and do some work.’’

‘’Thank you, Mr. Rogers. I'm really sorry,’’ Jasmine’s first grade teacher looks into the classroom. Before telling her to grab her math packet and following her dad to his classroom.

‘’Am I in trouble?’’

‘’No, no Jazzy. You’re just going to come with me and do some work for awhile, okay?’’

‘’Okay,’’ she nods decisively, ‘’Can I sit at your desk while you teach?’’

‘’Of course, chickadee,’’ Steve pulls out his key to unlock his door, letting his daughter enter and set up shop at his desk before his fifth graders come to art today.

It isn’t until after everything is said and done with this class, that Jasmine speaks up again.

‘’My teacher is letting everyone make Mother’s  Day gifts, and I am the only one that doesn’t have anyone to make one for.’’

She says it every casually, Steve thinks, as she works on her math packet.

‘’Oh,’’ he begins, ‘’How do you feel?’’

‘’I know you said mommy loved me and that she’s in heaven now but sometimes it hurts, daddy,’’ Jasmine confesses, ‘’Because I love auntie Nat and auntie Pepper and auntie Patty, but I want my mommy, too, sometimes.’’

Steve can relate to this- he lost his mother young, too, and he wishes he could make this pain go away for Jasmine, but all he can do is be there for her.

‘’Listen, Jasmine. I know nothing I can say can make you feel better, but I am here for you. No matter what. Got it?’’

‘’Got it,’’ Jasmine nods.

The conversation is far from over, but he senses that she doesn’t want to talk about it anymore right now, so he doesn’t push it.

He does, however, convince Nat to take Patty, Pepper, Deshawn’s mom, Jasmine and herself for a girls’ day brunch, with Bucky, Tony, Sam and Steve floating the bill.

She may not have a mother, but she’s got mother figures who love her very, very much.

And, for now, Steve sees her smile as a personal victory.

AGE 14

It’s the night before the wedding. Steve Rogers is going to marry you,tomorrow morning, and he can hardly step.

In typical Steve-Rogers-fashion, he forgoes the bachelor party and spends the evening bonding with Jasmine. It’s their last night together as a dad and daughter duo, and he wants to make the most of it before you all become a family of four tomorrow.

It’s when it’s time to go to bed that she pauses at the doorway of the kitchen, turning to face her dad, ‘’I like her, dad. She’s really nice, and really smart and pretty.’’

‘’I think so, too, Jazzy,’’ Steve smiles gently at his daughter, ‘’I’m glad you agree.’’’

‘’You remember what you said a few months ago, about how she isn’t going to replace my mom but you still mean that, right?’’

Losing her mom without having really known her has been more difficult for Jasmine lately. She adores you, and she loves Nat and Pepper and DeShawn’s mom. In fact, she was the one who asked Steve if he was going to ever propose to you last year. But now, the fat that you will soon be her stepmother becomes a reality and she’s a bit unsure of what this all means for her.

‘’Jasmine Allen-Rogers, I am never going to forget your mom. I might have lost her, but I have you. Me getting married doesn't change how much I love upi. And I’ll never stop telling you memories about your mom as long as you want to hear them.’’

‘’Promise?’’

‘’I promise. Remember what I said a few years ago, about you being my best girl? I meant that, Jazzy. Now, we’re just adding my wife-to-be and Olivia. I love all three of you. You and me, though? We’ve been in this thing together since day one. I’ve got your back, Jasmine. All the time. ‘’

‘’Thanks, dad,’’ Jasmine nods, a small grin sliding onto her face, ‘’I love you, dad. Good night.’’

‘’Night, Jazzy. See you tomorrow.’’

Tomorrow, Jasmine and Steve both cry as he pulls her to the dance floor for their dance to ‘’Isn’t She Lovely?’’, the Stevie Wonder song that he played the day that he brought her home from the hospital after painstakingly setting up their new home at Nat and Bucky’s place.

She;ll rush off the floor a few minutes into the song, grab Olivia’s hand, and make you sob at how sweet your little family is.

Later that night, Steve will carry Olivia to your hotel room and you’ll be walking behind him, arm around your new step-daughter’s shoulder as you guide them to where the four of you will spend the night before you and Steve leave for your honeymoon tomorrow.

And as the four of you fall asleep, Steve will have a smile on his face, because now his next chapter of life begins…

And he is grateful for his three best girls.

AGE 16- 

‘’Tell me what happened again?’’

‘’Dad, please don’t make me go through this again.’’

‘’She clogged the sink and we didn’t know what to do so we panicked and here we are,’’ Olivia deadpans as you stand off to the side, trying to hide your giggles as Jasmine glares at her younger sister.

It’s her first time babysitting. She insisted that she could handle it, and she is very responsible. James, being a toddler, needs way more attention than Olivia so you figured it’d be fine.

‘’Well, all kids are accounted for, so I guess I can’t be too upset. I just want to know why,’’ Steve pinches the bridge of his nose, ‘’The dinner dishes are in the pool.’’

‘’Because I needed to clean them,’’ Jasmine shrugs, ‘’When we clogged the sink, we figured this was the best way to clean it up.’’

‘’We have a bath tub, honey,’’ you remind your oldest daughter, ‘’Why didn’t you use that?’’

‘’... This seemed like the easiest way to bathe James, clean the dishes, and not clog the tub,’’ Jasmine admits, looking to what seemed like such a good idea at the time.

Jasmine has always been a pretty quick thinker, Steve knows, even if her methods don’t always make sense to him. So, he’s sure that to her putting the dishes in the kiddie pool made sense.

‘’You didn’t actually bathe your brother in the backyard, right,’’ Steve inquires.

‘’No, no. He said he wouldn’t take a bath until you got home anyway. So he kind of just played while we did the dishes.

‘’On the plus side, the house is still standing,’’ Olivia reminds you all, trying to help her older sister, ‘’So there’s that.’’

Steve’s not sure whether to laugh or to shake his head. It is the first time that Jasmine has ben tasked with watching her siblings for this long, by herself, but he couldn’t even have begun to think that something like this would happen.

Still, he knows how hard she tried. She wants to prove how responsible she can be before she heads off to college in only months,

So he smiles, kisses her head, and thanks both her and Olivia for doing a good job, hugging his oldest kids.

Today, they’ll finish taking the dishes back in the house. Tomorrow, you show her how to fix the sink.

Forever, Steve continues to be impressed with his daughter’s quick thinking skill…

And thankful for the ray of joy that God brought to his life in his family. 

AGE 21

Jasmine Allen-Rogers rushes into her apartment on a Friday night, tears streaming down her face as the wind outside blows, howling like she feels ready to.

As soon as she is in her door, she tosses her book bag into her chair, climbs into bed, and calls her dad’s number.

It rings a few tie, but he finally picks up, ‘’Hey, Jazzy, what’s up?’’

‘’Daddy, he broke up with me. DeShawn dumped me.’’

There’s a shift on the other line, and Jasmine can hear Steve sigh, ‘’Jazzy, honey, I’m so sorry.’’

‘’He met me on campus about a half hour ago. We got lunch together, and he told me that he just doesn’t have time for a relationship right now.’’

Jasmine and DeShawn had been dating since they were sixteen, which was a little under five years ago. Now, the twenty-one-year old feels like her heart has been ripped out of her chest.

‘’Do you need to talk to me? Do you want-’’

‘’I want to know why I don’t feel as bad as I think I should. I love him, dad. So why doesn’t this hurt more than it does?’’

Steve pauses at that before leaning back against the couch.

Jasmine has always been brutally honest. After high school, she and Steve sat down     and had conversations about how she is officially an adult and she will have to make more decisions on her own.  That conversation only made her bluntness even more apparent, and Steve can’t tell if she’s trying to be brave because she wants to or because she thinks she has to.

‘’Do you think that the two of you were growing apart,’’ Steve questions, mouthing the word ‘’Jasmine’’ to you at your look of concern.

‘’I think that we were trying to stay together because we didn’t want to break up, but we also didn’t really want to be together anymore. I love him, but I’m not the same person that I was when I was sixteen. And neither is he,’’ Jasmine confesses, looking up at the ceiling, ‘’And it hurts, but we’ve been together for years...so why doesn’t it hurt more?’’

‘’There’s no set amount of time or intensity of pain, Jazzy. You feel what you feel about this breakup, and it is valid,’’ Steve reassures his daughter, ‘’Do you need to talk about it?’’

‘’Can you put me on speaker?’’

Steve does, and you immediately say hello to your daughter, ‘’Are you alright, sweetheart?’’

‘’I… I really don’t know. I feel upset but not heartbroken. I just really want to say that I love you both, and thank you for being here with me. It made it easier to let DeShawn go knowing that I have you guys to lean on,’’ she sniffles.

‘’Darling, we’re always here for you. You know that. Olivia is just a video chat away at school, and your younger siblings would gladly talk to you on the phone,’’ you remind your oldest daughter, smiling when she giggles .

‘’I love you guys,’’ she breathes out, ‘’I just want to talk about something else.’’

‘’Your dad burned dinner las night. Again,’’ you pipe up, much to Steve’s chagrin.

‘’I had to stop Natasha from cutting her hair! She’s the busiest four year old I’ve ever met!’’

Jasmine laughs then, and you can practically hear the worry rolling off of her in waves as she releases the sounds.

A sound that Steve has always loved.

Maybe his life didn’t turn out the way he hoped for it to, but it’s still amazingly blessed and that’s a lesson that he knows that Jasmine is learning, too. So as the two of you continue to talk to Jasmine on the phone, he makes note of two things-

One- He’s even more in love with how you speak to Jasmine as if you gave birth to her yourself, and

Two- He thanks God for all of the life lessons that he gained from raising Jasmine Allen-Rogers.

Because he thinks, much like Olivia, Jasmine has turned out just fine.

DISCLAIMER- I own no rights to any Marvel characters or their fictional worlds, planets, galaxies, countries, cities, etc.

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