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junietc · 4 years

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being the youngest avenger and taking care of everyone when they had nightmares would include...

nightmares

pairings: avengers x reader, peter parker x reader

a/n: this was honestly so much fun and a lot of writing surprisingly, if you have any requests don’t be scared to ask! also i’ll be trying to post and write some more so stay tuned for more works my loves<3

word count: 1436

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no matter how tough and strong each avenger said they were, they all had encountered their fair share of nightmares and bad dreams, whether it be of the past or made up scenarios, they all got them

there was at least one scream every night

even if you were the youngest avenger, only sixteen, you basically made it your job to comfort them as most as you could

no matter what time it was, you were there though it wasn’t that hard since you refused to go to bed saying it was “for the weak”

though on the odd occasions you were asleep, you were alerted by F.R.I.D.A.Y (whom you got to shout at you if anyone was awake in the middle of the night)

bucky was the one you visited the most

he was also the first person you had tried to comfort

he constantly had dreams of his ex-hydra days which taunted him as much as they could

it was a pretty regular day, but you had to study for a final coming up, so you stayed up until probably 2 or 3 am

that was when you heard his screams

how no one else heard them was out of your explanation

you had rushed over to his room wondering what was happening and saw him breathing heavily, aggressively pulling on his hair and murmuring to himself

obviously, you went to try and comfort him

sitting next to him on the bed, you kinda sat there awkwardly for a bit, bc well, what were you supposed to do, there really wasn’t much you could do on your end because you didn’t know all that much about him enough to comfort him like steve did, but then you eventually kinda just latched on to him and hugged him

you both kinda sat there, bucky’s sobbing being the only noise at the ungodly hour

you hugged him tightly from the side and leaned your head on his shoulder

soft whispers of “it’s okay, it’s just the past” and “don’t worry”

after sitting still for a while, bucky breathed heavily and hugged you back, his tears dampening your old t-shirt

his crying was muffled in your shirt as your small figure hugged him ferociously. the both of you held each other for another minute or so until bucky pulled away, with a faint smile on his face

“thanks kid, that actually really helped”

it was from that awkward, sad and tired smile that you swore to be there for him, and everyone else of course

you would grin brightly “of course, do you want to get a snack?”

that was probably your favourite way of helping, by distracting them and getting their minds of the bad memories

from then on, you kind of just did that with all of the avengers, hugged em tight and loved them

you can remember that one night that you heard nat’s screams echoing across the tower

it was maybe 1 am and you were still up, of course, watching bad romcoms on the television and had rushed as quickly as possible to her room

she was in cold sweat, clutching on to her bed sheets forcefully, shaking when you had walked in. she noticed you at the doorframe and wiped away her tears

“hey, y/n. everything okay? could you not sleep or – ”

so you ran up and hugged her

surprised, she sat there before hugging you back and stroking your hair

“i love you nat”

you feel her chest vibrate with laughter as she sniffles, “i love you too kiddo”

you smile before pointing towards the compound, “do you wanna watch bad romcoms with me?”

“fuck yeah”

you had your special connections with everyone and special ways to get them to feel better

with steve it was a lot of trying to get him to crack a smile, maybe trying to show him memes or even just make fun of riverdale with him. sometimes you would go to the kitchen and try to bake (but really it was just an excuse for you to ramble about dumb shit and force steve to make you cookies but it made for a great distraction) or sometimes steve would tell you about life back in the 40s

with tony, you would go to the lab with him and try and build but really all that you were doing was making a mess and trying to get him to listen to songs other than acdc. you would also try and drag him to play pool with you and end up just rolling the balls into the pockets since you were shit, which really shocked you since you were so good at game pigeon 8 ball

with clint and sam you’d enjoy distracting them by going outside to the park nearby, not giving a single fuck that it was late at night/early in the morning and dancing, trying bad tricks and shouting and just having fun

sometimes you’d have gossip sessions with carol and wanda and shit about people you knew at school, the rest of the team and learn about them and their past

other times you would try and give wanda a manicure only for it to go terribly wrong and somehow you both got nail polish on your legs

you and nat would always have tea and talk about boys and gossip about missions, which included talking shit about the team and how bad they all are at lying

with bruce, you get something from the kitchens and go to the lab and try to learn, but really you were just playing with different chemicals and seeing what they would do, also having competitions of who could make the prettiest colour which often resulted in creating extremely dangerous chemicals but hey that was the prettiest shade of purple you ever saw

whenever your boyfriend peter stayed at the tower, you would hug him and cuddle as he talked about his dream and then maybe go and be kids and build a pillow fort and gossip and just bond over being the youngest and maybe makeout a little bit but like whatever

peter is always the most fun to hang out with but you guys tend to make the most noise and since neither of you are adults you get scowled at for being awake it’s definitely only by steve but you gotta love him for it he just wants you both to grow

this of course has gotten peter to use his peter tingles to sense whenever anyone is coming so you both can “fall asleep” on the couch

everyone hears you both though

your giggling is obnoxiously loud

on the rare occasion that thor was over and had nightmares, you would sit there and listen to him speak about asgard and all that jazz and then go around the tower and play stupid games like “guess the name of this” which was really just you teaching him about female makeup products

there were even times when some of them would go to your room instead and just ask for a hug

you were always there to accept them and then go and do something fun after

it’s not like anyone at the tower slept all that much anyways

yeah sometimes they’d try and force you to go back to bed because you were young and “still growing” but whatever

but what you always did was hug them and tell them you love them, because you really did. the avengers were your family, maybe a little fucked up and emotionally unstable but still, your loving and hilarious family

you were basically known to have the best hugs

but of course, you had your fair share of nightmares, now of course yours weren’t as terrifying but they kept you up at times

usually you never managed to wake someone up considering the fact that you didn’t scream instead turned to holding in your tears and aggressively doing the renegade to distract yourself

of course, there was that one time that you had a terrifying dream

you had walked around the compound and everyone was on the floor dead, their blood somehow all over your hands

you woke up, sweaty and couldn’t stop the heavy tears coming from your eyes

you cried loudly, somehow waking up the entire compound, who all came rushing to you

they ran into your room and made their way to you

bucky was the first to react, who immediately hugged you, which surprised everyone seeing as he never really was the touchy-feely kind of guy

one after another they all came and sat on your bed hugging you, whispering sweet words and i love you’s just as you had when they all had their nightmares

they all tried to have their own time to hug you

“bUt iT’s mY tUrN tO hUg y/n”

then they all decided it would be a perfect time, at four in the morning, to play monopoly together, or at least in teams since monopoly was for six players but that didn’t stop you

but yeah, so basically you give great hugs, and everything is great

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avengerscompound · 4 years

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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 1

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist

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: 1669

Warnings: None for this chapter, smut, angst, canon typical violence on the series

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father's none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note: Written with my much younger twin @fanficwriter013

Chapter 1 - The Twins

It had been three years since Pietro and Riley Skjodbærer joined our rather unconventional family. We had made our home out at the compound upstate. I think that we were balancing it pretty well considering. The kids just saw us all as parents. The men were all daddy, though when they needed to specify which daddy their name was added. Daddy Steve or Daddy Tony for example. I was Mommy, Natasha went by Mama, and Wanda used the Romani word Daj. Thor would visit more regularly than before, though he did struggle with it. He had a kingdom to rule and all he wanted to do was be here with us. They were still superheroing but now the rule was never all at once. There needed to be me and at least one other person left to stay with the kids, even if it was a really big bad. Not that that had happened. Normally it was never more than two at a time. The new facility was large and a lot of it was training for new people to do the jobs they used to.

I had gone back to work too. Not full time but just as it suited me. That was one of the benefits to there being so many of us, the kids were never without a parent. Everyone loved the parenting thing too. I guess it fed that nurturing-protector thing they all had that led them to be heroes in the first place.

The kids were well-loved and happy little kids who didn’t know that life could be any different than the way they lived it. They always had people doting on them. We sheltered them a lot, which maybe was an issue. Natasha didn’t want them ending up on the internet or in gossip mags so they really stayed home most of the time. It would have to change soon though. They were nearly preschool-aged and they needed friends and to know what the world was like, even the bad stuff. For now, though they seemed pretty well rounded. Riley was louder and more precocious than her brother. A little bigger too. While Pietro was a quiet and loving boy who was happy being cuddled and read to whenever he could. They could both use ASL and spoke some Russian, Romani and English.

We had never bothered finding out whose child was whose and it wasn’t totally evident by looking. Both were blond with bright blue eyes. The day when we found out for sure I was woken in the very early morning by Riley climbing into bed with us.

Wanda groaned and moved in closer to me. “What’s up?”

I kissed the top of Wanda’s head and sat up. “What are you doing, little bug?”

“Not tired.” She said, crawling over Wanda.

“What am I?” Wanda asked. “A playground?”

Riley started giggling. “Up, Daj.”

“What do you want?” Wanda asks. “You want to go for a fly?”

“Fly!” She repeated, reaching her hands in the air.

“Oh god. This isn't a good idea while everyone is asleep.” I grumbled.

“Up!” She said, waving her arms.

“Shh, bug, it’s time to sleep,” Wanda whispered.

She sat down and put her finger on her lips. “Up!” She said at a loud whisper.

“It’s sleeping time, missy,” I scolded.

“Mommy...” Riley whined, falling back dramatically.

“Come cuddle with, daj,” Wanda said and Riley crawled over into her arms. “We sleep now, and fly later.”

Riley mumbled something in Russian and opened and closed her hand on Wanda’s side as she drifted back off to sleep.

“Such trouble,” I said curling back up under the covers.

“At least it wasn’t Pietro. We’d have had to get up and carry him around.” Wanda said.

I chuckled and kissed her brow. “Night, beautiful.”

“Night, Elly,” she said.

We both drifted back off together. I woke later to an empty bed and headed out to the kitchen to find Steve, Clint, and Wanda with the twins eating pancakes. I assumed everyone else had gone off to work already so I grabbed myself a coffee and a plate and sat down opposite Clint who had a very sticky looking Pietro on his lap.

“Is everyone else over doing Avengers’ stuff?” I asked.

“Well, I think Tony and Bruce are down in the home lab but basically,” Steve said. “Did you have plans?”

“I was thinking about going over to the lab, but…” I shrugged. “I might look into preschools instead.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, we should probably do that.”

“Is Tony still against the couple that are nearby for no real reason?” I asked.

Steve chuckled and nodded his head. “Sounds about right.”

Pietro held his hands up to Steve and opened and closed his hands.

“What’s up, pal?” Steve asked.

“Pi’ me u’.” He said through a mouthful of pancake.

Steve shook his head. “What’d we tell you about talking with your mouth full?”

“Don’ know.” He said, his mouth still full of pancakes. Clint and I both looked at each other and stifled laughter.

“We don’t speak with our mouth full, little man,” Steve said, sternly.

“Sowwy,” He said still not swallowing. I turned away and started laughing silently.

“Come on, Pietro. Finish your food first.” Steve said. Pietro swallowed and held his hands out to Steve again.

“Okay, let Daddy Clint clean you up first,” Steve said.

He scowled and looked at Clint holding his hands out palms up. “Daddy.” He said

“Okay, bud,” Clint said and grabbed the wipes, cleaning him up.

“Fank you, daddy,” Pietro said, patting Clint’s face. Steve picked the little boy up and Pietro crawled up so he was sitting up on Steve’s shoulders and rested his chin on top of Steve’s head.

“Look at that, we have a kid that likes to perch and a kid that likes to fly,” I said looking up at him.

Riley started bouncing and climbed off her chair. “Fly? I wanna fly!”

“What’s with you and flying so much today, little bug?” I asked.

Riley scrunched up her face and tapped her arms. “My skin feels funny.”

“What kind of funny?” Clint asked looking concerned.

She looked up at him and tilted her head. “Umm…” She said and then started to spin around in a circle. “Funny.”

“Wanda?” Clint asked.

“Daj make me fly?” Riley asked stopping and looking up at her.

“No, honey. Daj might be able to tell us how you’re feeling.” I said crouching down in front of her. “Can you describe it? Does it hurt? Or feel tingly maybe?”

Riley looked at me with her big blue eyes and opened and closed her hand. I wasn’t sure but it felt like a breeze ran through the room.

“Wait,” Wanda said. “Did my daughter just create wind with her hands?”

“You felt that too?” I asked. “I thought I was imagining it.”

“No, you were definitely not imagining it,” Steve said crouching down beside me. “Bug, can you do that again?”

She scrunched up her face and opened and closed her hand like she was really concentrating. Nothing happened at all and Steve rubbed her arm. “It’s okay, bug. We’ll figure it out. Wanda you getting anything?”

Riley started to run around again and then threw herself at Wanda. “Daj! Fly me!” She squealed.

“Hang on, baby,” Wanda said, she head tilted and her eyes glowing softly.

Riley grabbed Wanda’s hands and started walking up her legs, flipping over when she reached her stomach. “Fly me!”

“Maybe it’s time for Daddy Thor to come visit,” I said looking up.

“What was different?” Wanda mused. “She said her skin felt funny, held her hands up and opened and closed them, then there was a breeze.”

“She’s been wanting to fly more today,” I suggested.

Riley walked back up Wanda and flipped over again as she held her hand. “Fly.” She whined.

“If I fly you, will you try and make the wind again?” Wanda asked.

“I try,” She agreed.

“Okay,” Wanda said getting up and moving away from the table. “Get a running start.”

Riley ran to the end of the room turned around and charged at Wanda, her face the look of pure determination. Wanda waited until Riley jumped and then flicked her wrist, catching her in the pink light of her telekinesis. Riley squealed with delight as Wanda flew her around the room. Pietro sat perched on top of Steve’s shoulders, watching closely as she did laps around the room. After the third circuit, Wanda gently set her back down on her feet and Riley jumped up and down clapping her hands.

“Now, what was the deal?” Wanda asked.

“‘Kay,” Riley said and scrunched up her face again. She put her hands up in the hair and opened and closed them, making a cute little growling sound. Still, nothing happened. The air in the room stayed still. “Can’t…” She said, scowling but obviously still trying.

“Thor was given Mjolnir to help him focus his powers. Maybe Riley needs something like that.” I suggested.

“Maybe,” Steve agreed.

Riley dropped her hands in frustration and a gust of wind blew through the room, buffeting us, before puffing out against the wall. “I did it! Daj! I did it!” Riley squealed, jumping up and down on the spot.

“Yes, you did, baby girl,” Wanda said, cuddling her. “Good job.”

“What was it?” Steve asked. “What was the difference?”

“It’s tied to her emotions,” Wanda said. “I can relate.”

Riley pulled away from Wanda and began to run around the room making zooming sounds. “Heimdall, I’m assuming you can see all this. We kinda need Thor.” I said looking up. “I hope he tells him.”

A storm suddenly started outside, the rain bucketing down directly on the house and there was a loud crack of thunder. Both the kids squealed happily. Pietro climbed down from Steve’s shoulders and they both ran to the window. “Daddy For!”

“I’m going to assume that is a yes,” Steve said.

// NEXT

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that-crow-kid · 4 years

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i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.

Tony Stark mourns for the son that wasn't his, and Peter Parker mourns the father who never claimed him.

Or: Tony Stark mourned Peter Parker, and Peter Parker does the same.

They were getting used to being loved by each other.

it’s both here and the first chapter is below the cut

Peter and Tony had been getting close. Tony had been telling himself that it was better to keep the kid nearby so he could keep an eye on him, but now, he had to admit he was sort of getting… attached. He didn’t mean to, of course, but the once a week lab days and the once every six weeks compound weekends slowly grew into twice a week lab days and every other weekend at the compound.

And Tony couldn’t say he was mad about it. He looked forward to 3:30pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays when a certain superpowered teenager rushed into his lab, and towards 6pm every other Friday when Happy would drop the kid off at the front door of the compound. Towards the… end, Tony had started picking Peter up from his school directly, relishing the extra hour and a half in the car with the kid.

They would spend time in the lab together for hours. Music would be on far too loudly, Peter would do his homework, Tony would tinker, and once Peter was done they’d tinker together, on one of their suits or on Peter’s web shooters. At some point, they’d order dinner, and eat it in the lab, the conversation light and pleasant and the atmosphere perfect. Then Peter would head out for patrol, and Tony would be left alone in the lab that seemed a little less perfect without Peter next to him in it, or they’d move to the compounds movie room and Peter would fall asleep tucked into Tony’s side halfway through whatever nerd movie the kid had insisted on that week.

Then it would repeat. Week after week. For almost an entire year, it was a routine more predictable than clockwork. And Tony, who had always hated routine, loved it more than anything.

He secretly relished the few times an almost entirely asleep Peter, after being carried up to his room, called him dad. He liked it - he liked being the kid’s father. Even if he wouldn’t actually think about the fact, even if he wouldn’t actually admit it to himself.

But of course, like all things in his life, it was far too good to last.

First, Bruce had shown up after three years of radio silence talking about magical space stones an oversized purple guy was trying to collect, whereupon he would kill half of the universe’s population.

Second, a giant spaceship descended over New York, and Peter had come swinging from his school trip to help, because of course he did.

Third, Peter had actually followed him on to the large doughnut spaceship, and they’d blasted off into outer space.

Finally, they’d run into the Idiots of the Galaxy, who’d almost blasted the kid’s brains out, before their - leader? resident dumbass? - had screwed up their plan to get the gauntlet off of the purple guy’s arm, and he’d vanished, leaving them to sit, waiting ducks on a random planet somewhere that was hopefully still in the same galaxy as Earth, but there was no way of knowing.

And then.

And then the guardians had faded out, one by one, and when he’d turned to look at Peter, the kid had slammed into his chest, clinging on for dear life.

Tony could still hear his words.

“Mr. Stark, I don’t feel so good.”

Tony had grabbed on to him, clinging on, hoping, praying, begging that it was just shock settling in over the kid and not what he thought it was. And then Peter’s body had turned to dust in his hands, and Peter’s last words had been an apology. For what? Tony had wanted to scream. It’s my fault this is happening.

It was his fault.

That was what echoed through his head as he and Nebula floated through deep space. The echo in his head as he took what he expected to be his last waking breaths. The echo in his head as

Steve ran up to help him down from the ship and he was too numb to be mad.

The kid was dead. It was his fault. He was never going to be able to live. How could he? How could he breathe without the kid?

The echo followed him. Peter was in his thoughts, on his mind, through everything. He locked himself in his lab, only to be coaxed out by Pepper. Slowly, slowly, he spent more time out of his lab and with the rest of them. Ever so slowly.

Ever so slowly, Peter wasn’t the only thing on his mind. He’d think about Pepper. He tried to track down May, eventually realizing she was gone with the rest of them.

When Pepper told him she was pregnant, that he was going to be a father, it hit him like a slap to the face.

He couldn’t be a father. He already had been, had already had his shot to be better than his own father, but the kid he was the father to had died in his arms a year ago on a red planet somewhere in the farthest reaches of the universe, and there hadn’t even been a body to bring home and bury.

He had locked himself in the lab. The days bled into the night, into one another, and he’d been in there for a week. When he exited, Pepper was waiting, and they talked. They talked, and talked, and then they bought the house by the lake, a house much too big for their new, small family of three, a house with 5 bedrooms. When they had looked at it, he had turned to Pepper. “Pep, look, it’s the perfect size. A bedroom for you and me, a bedroom for the baby, a bedroom for Peter, and two guest rooms” before he had suddenly realized who he thought one of the bedrooms was going to be for, before he remembered the kid who he wanted to have a bedroom of his own in the new house was long gone, dead by a titan who too was long gone.

Pepper had nodded, and hadn’t mentioned it. They moved in the next week. The room across from the new baby, diagonal from him and Pepper, was done in the same style the room Peter Parker used to sleep in at the compound had been done, three years ago. They’d even brought some of the posters from his room there, and some of his more beloved items from his room at May’s, while the rest went into storage.

Pepper didn’t say anything, just let him create this room for the ghost of a kid who wasn’t even his.

When Morgan was born, what should have been the happiest day of his life, all he could think about was how much Peter would have loved to meet her.

#TONY STARK AND PETER PARKER #peter parker is sad #peter parker #irondad #spiderson #grief #mourning #character exploration #canon compliant #avengers

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clickforspoilers · 4 years

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bullseye.

WHO: Tim Drake @redrobin-timdrake & Stephanie Brown @clickforspoilers WHERE: The Manor & IHOP WHEN: Backdated to September 10th, 2020 WHAT: Tim finally leaves the house to get food with Stephanie and they talk about lots of things.

TIM: With so much bullshit going on, Tim had thrown himself wholeheartedly into figuring out what happened to Dick, compiling files, and dealing with the League's upcoming mission. It was finally taking its toll. He missed just… any levity at all and sometimes felt completely dead on his feet. He was used to going without sleep or any kind of functioning schedule. But this… was so much. And he just… finally Tim Wayne needed a break.

It was with that realization that he pushed himself away from his computer and stepped out of the Batcave. Even the dim light of the Manor had his eyes squinting as he dragged himself, much like a dead man walking, to where Steph was. “Hey, Batgirl,” he said with a tired levity as he dropped down next to her. “You want to go get IHOP?” What time was it even? Was it night? Was it day? He had buried sleep with caffeine and twenty minute naps in his desk chair. “I just… need a break.” And IHOP was 24 hour. A true gift from God.

STEPH: Steph was worried about Tim. She'd been worried about him ever since Dick got shot. It wasn't uncommon for him to spend so much time in the Batcave, she was actually used to it, but he never left. There were plenty of nights she ended up falling asleep in a nearby chair, slumped over the desk. Hours later, she'd wake up and he'd still be working. Not even Alfred had been successful at getting through to him.

Patrol was dull and uneventful, which meant she got to end her night early. She was sprawled on one of the couches in the living room and editing a video when Tim walked in. Shocked, she instantly sat up with a grin. "Really?? You're finally accepting that you're a human who needs to eat? Yeah, let's go!" If she waited too long then he might change his mind. Maybe once he'd gotten a good meal, he would actually be able to sleep for longer than fifteen minutes.

TIM: Tim rolled his eyes before shaking his head. "Don't be a butt about it," he told her playfully before holding up the keys to the Red Bird. "I'll drive?" He offered. If she wanted to, he would surrender them, but he hadn't driven anywhere in a few days. Though... maybe he shouldn't? Tim didn't know.

Steph never really gave Tim a hard time unless it was really important or she was really worried. It worked well that way. Alfred and Dick could both mother hen, but not Steph. She would often just sit by him--or, in some instances, on him--while he worked, chatter or not chatter, just to keep him company. It mattered. It was meaningful. He appreciated her. And he appreciated that she was almost always there when he finally did resurface.

STEPH: "Hmm, don't think so, Boy Wonder." Steph snatched the keys from Tim's hand. She would take any excuse she could to drive, but she didn't really need one this time. Who knows how much sleep he'd gotten in the past... what, week? "Sleep-driving is a thing."

Unlike Alfred and Dick, she did her best not to fuss over Tim. She learned early on that he reacted better when she respected his boundaries and showed faith that he knew his own limitations. Sometimes she doubted if he actually did, but she was there when he skirted too close to the line. That was the only time she'd ever outright yell at him.

TIM: "Maybe i'm a better driver in my sleep," he argued playfully as he let her take the keys. He didn't actually care if she drove. He just wanted to spend time with her. He knew he had been scarce, and while she would understand as she always did, he wanted to make time for them. After all, aside from the making out and things like that, they hadn't really decided anything concrete about what they were again. He wanted to. Because Tim realized that somewhere between the moments of her bringing him coffee, falling asleep on his shoulder, or resting her hand over his while he used his mouse simply to touch him and remind him he was alive before letting him get back to what he was doing, he had begun to think of her like his girlfriend again. Honestly, he didn't know if there was ever really a way Tim wouldn't think of her at least partially like that.

He followed her bouncing blonde ponytail out to the garage where his little red car waited for them. "I could go for bottomless waffles. And, of course, the endless coffee."

STEPH: "Is that even possible?" Tim was a good driver, at least compared to her. Steph was a lot less meticulous about precision at least, but she also didn't have the tendency to get lost in her head. That combined with the years she spent as Batgirl made her insecurity less palpable. It was still there, but she didn't feel question every little thing or obsess over their status. She actually liked where they were. What if she ruined it by making it something concrete? It didn't mean she was single, though. That was something she took off her Facebook a while back. Now it was just blank. It wasn't anyone's business anyway.

Unlocking the car, she slid in the driver's seat. "Bottomless waffles are a given. Do you think they'll have the seasonal flavors out yet? Kind of in a pumpkin mood." Maybe it was still too early. "Ever think about going in costume? Everyone knows who we are anyway. Might be a good PR move, right? Vigilantes are people too."

TIM: "Never know unless we do it," he reasoned, though he was teasing. Steph did that. She brought out his playful side much more. It was always refreshing. Tim snorted. "We should do a promo for IHOP as Red Robin and Batgirl. We go there enough. In Gotham they had our names memorized, remember?" He shook his head before raising a brow. "But if you want to change, now's the chance. Not like i'm gonna complain about looking at you in your Batgirl suit." Or looking at her in general.

"I know they do pumpkin pancakes," he said, moving to get into the passenger seat and tugging on his seatbelt before watching to make sure Steph did up hers. "Not sure about Waffles."

STEPH: Steph considered it. "Maybe that kinda thing is better off planned." Tim looked half dead on his feet. Besides, it wasn't as if people wouldn't know who they were out of costume. She was less recognizable, but Tim was one of Bruce Wayne's kids. He got a lot of press even before people knew he was a costumed hero. The media never had any reason to look at Stephanie Brown, even after her father got caught. "You should take a break from being trapped behind a screen and go on patrol with me one night. We could do it then."

The IHOP wasn't that far, but she caught Tim's look. Wrinkling her nose at him, she fastened the seatbelt over her chest and untucked her hair from where it got trapped. "The waffles are better." She waited for the garage to open before pulling out and hitting another button to open the large gates. Once they were clear of the mansion and on the main road, she finally cleared her throat and reached over to take his hand. "You ready to talk about it?" She knew he wasn't doing okay, so she wasn't even going to ask.

TIM: "I will when I have it solved. I just can't get a match on the footage I picked up. The trajectory doesn't make sense for the shot. I think I have to take my camera angles a few clicks out." He was going to start rambling, but he pushed it down. He blew out a breath. Tim had to get this. He wanted to do it for Dick, to prove he could be there for him to and to make sure Dick knew that they were looking out for him. He had looked out for all of them for so long. He would return the favor. He wouldn't see his big brother in a hospital bed like that again if he could help it.

He relaxed as she clicked the belt, shrugging. "If we throw enough money at them, I bet I can get them to make you pumpkin waffles." It wasn't a question for Tim if he could get her something that made her happy.

As she caught his hand, he looked over at her from where he had been staring out into the black of the night while the trees blurred by, his exhaustion leading him to zone out a little. The question had him blinking. "Talk about what?" He asked dumbly, a little slower on the uptake after using almost all of his brainpower on the case.

STEPH: "What do you mean, it doesn't make sense?" Steph wasn't terrible, but the detective part of her training wasn't something she was best at. That was one of the reasons why Bruce had ended up not trusting her in the field. She jumped in, went with her gut, and even if she was right, it landed her in hot water.

That made her smirk. "I think you underestimate just how much I'm willing to pay for these pumpkin waffles, Timbers." Not that she had a lot of money. There was a settlement she got when her father passed away, but that was barely enough to get by. Bruce had an account opened for her, years ago, but it was rare that she used it. It never felt right.

She sighed, perfectly comfortable steering the car with one hand. "Everything." It wasn't just Dick, but everything that led up to it, including the whole Slade thing and Jason being arrested. It was a lot. Tim seemed to be retreating and handling the majority of it internally, which was... unsurprising, but it made her worry.

TIM: "There were two men across the street and partially obscured, but the shot Dick took came from above. So I went up and out two and a half clicks--standard sniper shot--and I didn't see anyone on any of the vantage points I searched. So it just... is no one. A shot further out than that would have to be a ludicrously good shot." He sighed. "I checked out the two men in the video, then I combed the personnel at NOVA, but that's taking a while."

"You? Nothing is surprising come from you and related to waffles." He shook his head fondly. He'd drop money without a thought for it. It wasn't like he used it all that much anyway.

Tim swallowed, looking out the front window at the road. There was... a lot. "Like... everything everything?"

STEPH: That made Steph frown. It didn't take a genius to know what Tim might be insinuating. There were only a few people who would be able to make a ludicrously good shot. When it came down to who was in the city and capable of it, the list was a lot shorter. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she glanced at Tim briefly. "You don't mean like... so good that only someone like Deathstroke could do it, do you? You're not saying that... right?" Just the idea freaked her out.

Amused, she squeezed his hand and let her fingers lace through his. "Don't worry, I love you more. Just a tiny bit."

She looked over at him again, her brow furrowing, but she couldn't take her gaze off the road for long. "Well yeah, that was the idea," she coaxed. "It might help if you talk about it. Pretty sure it would help. At least everything won't be stuck up in your head."

TIM: Tim pursed his lips as she pieced it together. Steph was smart enough to keep up, even if she was constantly looking down on herself. Maybe she thought he didn't realize. He did. He knew she wasn't unshakable. To him, she had no reason to be insecure. But he could understand where it came from.

"More than waffles. That's an achievement." He shook his head with a laugh, thumb moving over the top of her hand as she tightened the hold. "I... love you more thaaaaan--" He made a small show of thinking before deciding on: "Coffee. But, like you said, just a tiny bit."

The levity fell away as he let out a breath. He felt tired. He didn't know that he wanted to talk about it, but Steph wasn't just asking to talk. She had to be asking for connection, too. He was much more in his head than her, he thought. And he knew that could be off-putting. And maybe it would help if he let it. "I wouldn't even know where to start, babe."

STEPH: "Tim." Steph didn't really need him to confirm it. She could tell by his silence that he was thinking the same thing that she was. That made her even more freaked out. Pressing her lips together, she blinked as she focused intently on the road.

Laughing, she pulled her hand away long enough to smack his shoulder, then gave a heavy sigh and took his hand back. "I guess I asked for that. I'm actually a little shocked that I came out on top of coffee. Pretty sure you started drinking that stuff when you were, like, nine."

Her own smile faded when she heard him sigh. "Just start at the beginning. Or tell me what you're thinking right now." Steph had a hard time speculating about what was on Tim's mind. She'd tried before and she was almost always wrong.

TIM: “It makes sense,” he said flatly. “He came to Star City out of nowhere on some contract we didn’t know about. And I haven’t heard anything about it since then. Nothing on the Dark Web about jobs in Star City. Wouldn’t the employer still need it done if Slade didn’t do it?” He shook his head, mind going a thousand miles an hour as he plucked at strings to get it right. “And he started getting close to Dick immediately. He knew he had leverage on him. He could be playing some sick game where he had to get close to Dick for some reason so he could figure out how to do it without having all of us on him, right? We would never suspect if he made it look like NOVA. Meanwhile, while we were distracted he could keep working here in Star City.” It all made sense. It couldn’t be that Slade just changed because Dick cared about him. Not after two decades of what he did. Dick had always tried to pass on his optimism, but Tim was a realist and statistically, Slade was more likely to be running a con than actually doing something noble. He had had blips in the past, but nothing this long. The drawn out complexities were always a game. The games Deathstroke plays... His blue eyes darted to Steph’s. It made sense to him. Was he insane?

“I think I was eleven, but don’t quote me. It has been a long saga of coffee in a relatively short life.” He shook his head. “But coffee doesn’t cuddle as well as you do.”

“Right now? I’m scared shitless for Dick.” He didn’t swear often, but he was a little tense. “And everything’s weird and just... everything, Steph. Slade Wilson? Things have been messed up ever since then.” That had been when he and Jason had started fighting, too. When things had gotten so tense.

STEPH: Steph hesitated, a bit overwhelmed at the thought of something so convoluted and, frankly, fucked up. She didn't know Slade as well as everyone else did, or really have any kind of past with him, and she didn't fully know what he was capable of. But she took Tim at his word. She knew how Dick could be. It seemed insane that he would believe it to the point of getting killed, but it wasn't outside the realm of possibility. "I mean, that's true... but that's so..." Trailing, she shook her head slowly. "That's a really twisted way to kill someone, Tim. Is that something you think he'd do? Isn't he just in it for the money? And who would put a contract out on Dick anyway? Unless NOVA could have hired Deathstroke, and that's why it's not on the dark web or any of the usual places where you'd look." Would that make sense? She wasn't sure. "Dick's with him right now, Tim. What's stopping him from just making it look like an accident and cashing in?" It's not like Dick was on guard or expecting any of that.

That made her laugh. "I can think of a couple things I do a little better than coffee."

Shaking her head, she slowed down for a yellow light that she normally might have sped up for. She was too distracted to be impatient. "So am I. And yeah, it's weird. It doesn't make any sense, not from what I've heard about Deathstroke, but..." Dick was someone she knew a little better, but still not as well as Tim or Bruce. "There hasn't really been a chance for anyone to talk to Dick about this. He has to have reasons. And Bruce... does he seem worried about it? Has he even said anything? If he were suspicious, he would have intervened, right? Or..."

TIM: “I mean that would make sense. But like... he also made Dick love him ten years ago and then sent his kid to try to kill him before forming his own Titans just to get at Dick after everything. He does play games and do things to hurt Dick. He has in the past.” At her suggestion he could do it now, Tim shook his head. “It’s way too conspicuous. Our whole family is here. If there was a chance things could get back to him, he’d be in trouble. Clark’s here... a lot of people are here. It would have to be planned out.”

Tim grinned. “I mean, you doo give excellent massages.” He knew what she meant, and his ears were a little pink even as he played.

“Bruce has been so focused with the League. I haven’t talked to him or even gotten a feel from him. But he has to be weird about, right? Dick is an adult, so he can’t, like, forbid him from doing anything, though.”

STEPH: "I know. You're right." Steph knew she couldn't be naive about Deathstroke's intentions, especially given all that she'd heard about him over the years. It also made sense that he would want to stay under the radar, even if he'd chosen to do it in a way that put him directly on the radar, because this way he had Dick vouching for him. The thought made her feel a little nauseous. "That would be so fucked up," she said softly, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Does anyone know where he was that night?" Babs had the exact time Dick was shot, so it might be possible to backtrack and look at Slade's movements.

Rolling her eyes, she snorted softly. "Anyone ever tell you how cute you look when you're blushing?"

Steph thought about it. When she'd gone to see Dick the morning after he'd been shot, Slade and Bruce were both in the room. Thankfully Tim had warned her ahead of time, but it was still a jarring sight. "I think we're all weird about it, but Bruce has known about it longer than we have." The atmosphere in the room had been somber upon her arrival, but not necessarily hostile. "I just... he could have kept him from that room, right? Slade isn't, like, related to Dick or anything. And Bruce is stupidly rich. I mean, he let him sit right next to him."

TIM: "Yeah. Yeah it would. And admittedly, I don't know Deathstroke as well as some people." Which was already making the wheels in his head turn as he considered. He had originally considered hiring Rose after the dinner party, but he hadn't quite had a solid contract for her. Now, he did. And that was determining why her father had come to the city in the first place. He had to have said something. Some kind of story. But he was also perfectly capable of lying. Rose would see through that better than he would, as Slade's kid and someone trained--at least in part--by Slade himself. "I think I'm going to get in touch with Rose." Not that he relished the idea, considering he still remembered her trying to mount him at Titans Tower.

"Oh yeah. People on the street stop me, people tweet me. Everyone does," he teased before squeezing her hand a little bit. It was just... easy with Steph.

He thought for a moment. "Slade just showed up. Conveniently at the hospital. No one called him. It was like he had a tracker on Dick or something. Or maybe he knew he'd be in the hospital." He couldn't tell if he was going off the rails, but the theory actually seemed like a plausible lead. He hated it, but it didn't make it less plausible. "He told them he was Dick's partner, so they let him in. I guess if Bruce wanted him out, he could have made it happen, but only temporarily. Slade isn't exactly known for just taking things lying down, you know? If he wanted to be in with Dick, I'm sure he would have found a way."

STEPH: "I don't know Deathstroke at all." At this point Steph was taking Tim's word for it, but he was the smartest and most thorough person she'd ever known. Bruce was supposed to be smart, technically, even though his judgment was seriously lacking sometimes. Maybe she shouldn't be fazed by his lack of concern. "Rose? Seriously? Do you think she'd help? She seemed pissed at M'gann's disaster dinner, but..." Was she mad enough to go covert? "Do you think he'd tell her if he were up to something? They don't seem exactly close."

She raised her eyebrows playfully. "Yeah? Am I gonna have to fight someone?" Once they reached the IHOP, she reluctantly let go of his hand so she could park the car in the closest spot she could find. "I'm so excited!" Waffles.

Turning the car off, she hesitated before getting out of the car. As they walked in she kept her voice low, casual, but no one was anywhere close enough to overhear. "God, I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to see Bruce's reaction to that." As stoic as Bruce was about basically everything, it was amusing to consider.

TIM: “I know Rose hates her dad,” he reasoned. “Even if it’s complicated. I also know Rose is like her dad. So if I offer her enough money, she’ll sell him out. If he fed some story to her, it’ll be her job to either corroborate it or find out what really happened.” It made sense to him. “Besides, there must be something in her. M’Gann’s not stupid. She wouldn’t be close to her if she were evil. And she was a Titan, you know?”

“Nah, I’m just kidding around.” He couldn’t help but grin as her face lit up. Tim loved to see her happy, because her enthusiasm offset him so well, reminded him to come out of his own head sometimes. “Me too, I crave grease. Don’t tell Alfred.”

“I can’t believe they just... believed him.” He rubbed them back of his neck awkwardly. “Maybe he and Dick go together. Like visually, I don’t know. Bruce’s face was the typical flat look, but you could see the slight tension around his eyes. His crow’s feet deepen like ever so slightly.”

STEPH: Steph made a face, but she didn't like how Rose acted at the dinner party or the thought of working with her in the future, even though she knew she was a Titan. "I guess." She sighed heavily, shrugging. "M'gann's not stupid, but she sees the best in people. Like Dick." It might say something that they both were all tangled up in that family, for worse or for worse.

"Pretty sure that cat's outta the bag, Timbers." She grinned, thinking about the time Alfred caught her sneaking about a dozen chocolate eclairs into the Batcave. "What are you gonna get?"

Huffing softly, she waited until the waitress left them at the table before answering him. "Visually? Tim." She couldn't help but smirk. "Maybe they just figured it wasn't that far-fetched. It's not like... I don't know, anyone's going to question either of them." Bruce and Slade were intimidating. Just sitting in the same room with both of them made Steph nervous.

TIM: "Who else would I ask to look into it? Jason? Not likely. He wouldn't help me with this." Jason had already decided he didn't give a shit, and Tim wasn't the kind of person who could just not give a shit or stop caring about the well-being of his brother. It wasn't ever going to happen. "M'Gann's also a telepath. So if Rose were really dangerous, she'd pick up on something right?"

"Grand slam," he answered without much thought. Meat, meat, meat, eggs, hashbrowns and pancakes. Tim may be small, but the time he spent not at his desk was either sleeping, patrolling, or working out. Needless to say, he was hungry approximately always. "But I'll try one of your pumpkin waffles if you let me."

Tim grinned. "Well I don't know. Some people are into that, you know?" Shuddering, he added, "Not me. But like... some people." He shook his head. "I would have been much quicker to believe Slade was Bruce's partner if Bruce wasn't renowned for loving women very much. Or at least pretending to." It was no secret that Bruce Wayne in his youth had been considered a--gag--playboy. Tim read the tabloids.

STEPH: "Have you asked him?" Jason and Dick didn't seem as hostile as they used to be, even though Steph hadn't spent much time time with either of them after the dinner party. "I guess so," she agreed reluctantly. "She's been around Deathstroke and doesn't seem fazed."

Steph gave him a playful glare when he asked her to share her waffles. "Just how much do you think I like you?"

That made her scrunch her nose. "...Wow, what an image. No thanks. They're weirdly similar." Two sides of the same coin. It had made for an increasingly comfortable visit. Bruce gave short, terse responses, so she'd given up and asked Slade questions instead.

TIM: “No,” he said simply. The last time Tim had tried to talk to Jason it had gone badly. He wasn’t sure Jason would see a need to get involved. “I’m worried I’d just mad at him if he told me to stop worrying about Dick.” And he didn’t want more tension with him and his brother. He wanted to fix the rift that already existed. “I don’t want to mess anything else up.”

“Hopefully a lot,” he said, his grin softening. “Hopefully... as much as you used to?” When they had been together officially. He missed being her boyfriend.

“Yeah, I regret saying it now,” he agreed with a laugh. “Gross. And Slade would probably try to kill Bruce, right?”

STEPH: "Even if he did say that, you know he's just..." Steph sighed, rolling her eyes. "The way he is, it's a huge front. I knew a lot of guys at my school like him. Loud and mean and pretending like they don't give a shit."

Surprised, she looked up at him quickly. It wasn't often that anything made her blush, but that definitely did. "...Of course, Tim. You know that. I never stopped."

She made a face. "I hope so, or we would all have to leave the country. Can you imagine their conversations? It'd just be grunting back and forth. I guess Dick's into that." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she wished she could take them back. She hadn't meant to apply that to Bruce.

TIM: “Yeah, I don’t know. We were closer once.” In truth, it made Tim sad, but he hadn’t really given up. He just didn’t think that this was the right thing. Or maybe it was. He wasn’t sure. Maybe Steph had a point. He sighed. “I’ll try.”

“I know,” he said quietly. “Things just got mixed up and messed up, right? Just...” After Steph had come back, they had tried again. And then Bruce has gone missing and then they just... never made it official again. “I feel the same, though. About you, I mean. Sometimes I feel like you’re the only real constant, you know?”

Tim blanched. “God. That’s... now that you’ve pointed out the similarities, that’s so weird to think about.” He gave a deep shudder. “I’m learning a lot about Dick.”

STEPH: Steph wouldn't call herself close to Jason, but she knew what he was about in ways Dick and Tim would find difficult to understand. They'd both grown up on the wrong side of the tracks. Her mother was still addicted to painkillers and it wouldn't surprise her if Jason had been exposed to something similar. Kids weren't just orphans for no reason. "Don't let him get to you."

Pressing her lips together, she nodded slowly. "Yeah. That's what I want to be, I mean, I'm not going anywhere. You and all those other stupid boys... and Cass and Babs, of course... you guys are my whole life. They're family, but you're... well, you know what you are."

Never had Steph felt so grateful to be interrupted by the waitress. She unwrapped her straw as their server walked away again, grimacing. "Let's just undo the last five minutes."

TIM: Tim had just reached out to catch Steph’s hand, resting them on the table. He shook his head after they ordered, wrinkling his nose. “Agreed. I’m more interested in you and me anyway.” He gave a wry little grin. “So I guess this is the part where i ask you to be my girlfriend. Again.”

It would be nice to have a name for it. He had slipped back into ‘babe’ and ‘baby’ with ease. Now he just had an excuse to do it. Not that she had ever complained before. His thumb ran over the back of her hand as he watched her fondly.

STEPH: Even though they hadn't talked about it, the same question had been on the tip of Steph's tongue for the past few weeks. She relentlessly pursued Tim in the past, before everything went downhill, but the years since her return hadn't been easy. It felt better to let Tim come back to her. She knew how badly she'd hurt him. "Really?" She asked softly, wrapping her fingers tightly around his hand.

There was only a beat. Then Steph was out of her seat and flinging her arms around Tim's neck, unmindful of where they were and who was watching them. "I can be your girlfriend again??" Every time he tried to answer she kissed him so he couldn't get a word out, giggling.

TIM: “Of course, babe. I wouldn’t just say that.” He moved to speak more when suddenly he had a lap full of Steph. It didn’t bother him in the least, though; he was used to it with her. And she was completely unabashed in expressing her emotions. It was so different to Tim and part of why he loved her.

“If you want,” he finally managed to get out. “But, uh, judging by the... this...” He thought it was a pretty good bet to assume she wanted it. Reaching up, he tucked her hair behind her ear before catching her cheek. It was good. This was the most human he had felt in so long. And he always felt more functional with Stephanie. Of course he did.

STEPH: Steph had always been direct and unabashed about what she wanted and how she felt. It might have bordered on overly confident, but a lot of that had to do with overcompensating. Tim didn't treat her the way she was used to being treated by the boys she dated. He saw actual potential in her. "I know, I just want to hear you say it again!"

Laughing, she reached for his hand and kissed the center of his palm, snuggling her nose against it playfully. "What?" She asked innocently, unable to keep a straight face for longer than a few seconds, and grinned. "I'm allowed to miss you, jerk."

TIM: “I want you to be my girlfriend,” he said, indulging her. Steph was worth so much more than so many people had made her believe. She was strong and smart and beautiful and good. Tim hated anyone who had ever made her feel any differently. He certainly wouldn’t. Not when she wanted him for whatever reason. He wasn’t going to mess that up.

He grinned back, though her attention did make him flush red. After all, though he had dozed off with her a few times and though they had made out after she painted her room, he hadn’t let himself get carried away with her. Not when he wasn’t sure. He had needed to think, but the more he thought, the more he realized he was a complete idiot for making her wait. “I love you, Steph. Still. And probably always, honestly.”

STEPH: The words made her face light up and she wrapped her arms around his neck, still sitting sideways in his lap. Tim was in a booth, so it wasn't as if she were causing a huge scene, but she could see a few people looking over at them. "Mmmm..." She drew out the hum playfully. "Okay. I'll be your girlfriend." It was so weird to say the word and to hear Tim say it, when no one called her a girlfriend in any capacity in years.

Kissing Tim and holding his hand had made her feel very much like they were back at the beginning again. It hadn't been a bad feeling at all. In fact, it was very much the opposite. They had the chance to do things over better. "I love you, too, and... yeah. I don't see that ever changing. This is it for me."(edited) September 10, 2020

TIM: He grinned at that. “Okay,” he told her. “I’m tweeting it, so you can’t take it back. Once it’s on the Internet, it’s forever. I don’t make the rules.” He had to arch awkwardly to reach his phone in his back pocket, but he had it out eventually and even pulled up the camera before raising a brow. “Selfie?”

He looked up at her, feeling lighter exponentially now that they had it all figured out. It was nice. They could now just... be. No confusion, and boundaries Tim already understood. They just worked.

STEPH: "And I'll change my facebook status, even though that's, like, so early 2000s." Grinning, Steph leaned in to fit herself against Tim's shoulder. She was sure to give him rabbit ears at the very last second.

TIM: He snapped the picture and then noted the ears with a groan. “Now I look like a dork, Steph,” he complained playfully, shaking his head even as he tweeted it out. “Also Facebook? What are you, 45 years old?”

STEPH: Rolling her eyes, Steph snatched one of one the napkins left on the table and tossed it at him. “Still cooler than you.”

TIM: “Probably,” he agreed. “Most people are.” Tim was a certified nerd, even if he was a member of the Batfamily. He thought it suited him well, and clearly she didn’t mind. “But I make it work for me.”

He considered for a moment. “Have you decided if you’ll make contact with Kiteman as your family?” He asked her gently, shifting the subject. He had told her about the connection when he had discovered it. As far as he knew, she hadn’t done anything with it yet.

STEPH: “It’s endearing,” Steph agreed. She thought all the boys were nerds in different ways.

The subject change made her sigh and she shrugged. “Yeah, eventually. I’ve just been putting it off.” She didn’t know what to say, or even if anything would come of it.

TIM: "Well I'm glad you think so," he teased before shaking his head. At least he had that going for him.

He was surprised when she said she was putting it off. Was it because Kiteman was one of the rogues? Steph's father had been... not great, too. He wondered if that was part of what was tripping her up. "Don't want to deal with it?" He prompted. "Or is it something else?" He didn't want to force her to talk, but he he didn't want to sit there and wonder what she was thinking, when he could just ask her.

STEPH: Steph shrugged, chewing on the edge of her thumbnail. "I dunno. I'm just not sure if it's worth it. If he'll even care. It's not like we know each other." Smirking faintly she crossed her arms and rested them against the edge of the table. "Plus he's one of the bad guys, which is probably why Bruce never told me. What am I supposed to do if we come across each other in the field? It's just... I dunno. I'll say something eventually."

TIM: "Kiteman's kinda... funny," he said. "Dick knows him. I could talk to him about it and see what he thinks? If you don't want to, I mean. Try to get a read?" He knew that Dick had worked closer with Chuck than he certainly had. "Some of the bad guys aren't so... bad. There's Selina? We know she's flipped back and forth."

STEPH: "Yeah, I know, I've met him. He sees things that aren't even there, Tim. I could tell and he might just forget what I said to seconds later. He's in his own world." Steph didn't know how the news would be received, but she also didn't want to be disappointed. Family had never exactly been something she could rely on. "No, don't ask Dick. I'll do it. I really will." Eventually.

TIM: "Okay," he said, holding up his hands. "I just don't want you to sit on it forever. Unless you decide that it's just more worthwhile to not say anything." Steph wasn't a Wayne, which certainly made things less complicated for the pair of them dating. But it also meant that her only family wasn't her family. He didn't know how she felt about that, but he didn't push her. He just reached out to cover her hand. "Whatever you want to do, baby."(edited)

STEPH: Frowning, Steph tugged on her straw and swirled it around in her drink anxiously. “I won’t. I’ll figure it out.” Maybe she won’t know what she wanted to do until she actually saw him. She didn’t like overthinking things. Sometimes it was just better to go with your gut. Taking Tim’s hand, she reached for the syrup with the other. “Thanks. I’ll let you know whatever I decide... whenever I figure it out.”

TIM: "Okay. Works for me." He took a bite of the eggs, letting out a soft groan. "God this is the first, like, actual meal that i didn't take one bite of and then leave on the plate in... a really long time. God. A couple of weeks?" How had he been sustaining it? Sheer force of will and existential anxiety. Running a hand over his face, he let out a sigh.

STEPH: "That's insane, Tim." Steph sighed, but her tone was gentle despite her disapproval. "I'm surprised you haven't send Alfred into an early grave." After drowning her waffles in syrup, she cut off a huge bite. "You know how he worries."

TIM: "He tried to pull me out. I just... didn't want Dick to get hurt again, Steph. I'm still worried, honestly. And it feels... really rough that I wasn't there for him when it happened, you know?" He shook his head before idly pushing the eggs around the plate. "I needed to figure it out." Blowing out a soft breath, he shrugged. "And I still haven't quite. Even after all that work."(edited)

STEPH: "What do you mean? You were there for him, in every way you could have been." It wasn't as if any of them patrolled with Dick or had nightly check-ins. "You went to the hospital right away and you've been working your ass off to figure out who did this. And you will figure it out." Steph gave him a look. "But you have to eat meals, even if I have to force feed you bite by bite."

TIM: Maybe he wasn't being fair to himself, but Tim couldn't help it. He had been thinking about death and how easy it would be to lose one of his brothers since it had happened, and he hadn't been sure if maybe things would only get worse if he didn't solve it. They were always in danger. It was the nature of what they did. But he didn't want them to be any more in danger than they needed to be. He needed to protect his family as much as he could. And he needed to feel like, even though he hadn't been out in the field often due to the nature of his work with the League, he could still protect people in general. But maybe he was just spiraling to a place of abject unfairness to himself and Steph was reminding him of that.

"It isn't like I go into it thinking that I should ignore food. I just get caught up."

STEPH: "I know you don't. I'm not saying you do it on purpose. You just have to listen to the people around you. Alfred worries, but he knows what Bruce's limits are better than he does. Trust him. And trust me. You know I'm not going to nag you do anything unless I'm really worried." Nagging in particular was actually something she had a specific distaste for. And with the way things had been lately, Steph found herself getting closer and closer to that point. She was relived when Tim made the decision himself to finally leave the house so they could sit down and eat together.

TIM: "Alfred always worries," he muttered before shaking his head. He knew she was right. But he overthought everything. Overworked his own mind and his own motivations. "I do okay," he said. "I've been managing for a long time." Lifting his gaze, he met hers. "You don't need to worry, Steph. Promise."

STEPH: Steph rolled her eyes as she took another bite of her waffle. "Then listen to me if I say you need to eat. Then I don't have a reason to worry." Maybe it was selfish for her to want Tim to take care of himself, but she didn't like to see him run himself ragged. Sleep was another battle altogether, but maybe she could win the food battle.

TIM: "Fine," he answered before shaking his head. "I will try," he allowed. Tim couldn't promise that he wouldn't get wrapped up in what he was doing ever again. That his anxiety wouldn't put food far down the list of his priorities. But he would try. Because he didn't like that Steph was worried about him. He didn't like causing her any kind of pain and that was motivation to at least agree to attempt to be more conscientious.

STEPH: That was all Steph wanted to hear, really. She knew she couldn't expect Tim to be able to navigate himself into a healthy schedule or rely on him to suddenly develop healthy habits. It was a small win that he would agree to try. That meant she could always reference this conversation if were resistant or stubborn in the future. That was something. And Steph wouldn't abuse the power, either. She knew it was important to find out who did this. "Good."

TIM: The rest of the meal passed in companionable conversation. Things were always easy with her. She made him laugh, brought him out of his shell in ways that others didn't. Steph was comfortable, which, for Tim, was a godsend. For a man whose mind went a thousand miles an hour and whose anxiety followed him like a dark cloud, pancakes, eggs, and the effervescent blonde who, for some reason, wanted to be with him in spite of all his neuroses were like heat to the freezing. He was almost sad to pay the bill, though having eaten left him feeling tired and heavy.

It was early enough in the morning that nearly the whole house seemed to be sleeping as they pulled the Redbird back into the garage. They'd just gotten out when Tim bit his lip and caught Steph's hand. "Wanna come to my room with me?" She had her own room, he knew, but he didn't want her to go to it. Not when they could be close. When he could enjoy the comfort of having her with him. Tim was still processing a lot, and it would be nice to have someone else to put his mind on, even if he just ended up falling asleep with her.

STEPH: Steph paid attention to how much Tim ate, but she didn't give any sign of it. She knew he didn't want someone else to mother him. That was a role typically assigned to Alfred, or Dick, and she knew Tim could get frustrated if he were being treated as if he weren't competent. Instead she teased him and talked to him about patrol, even showed him a few videos that she was going to put on TikTok later. Some even had added music. She was still giggling at NOVA agents tripping over themselves trying to catch Cass as they were leaving the restaurant. The mood was lighter and she could feel it.

It still took her by surprise when Tim invited her to his room. She looked down at his hand and squeezed it, smirking a little as she leaned in to gently tap the tip of his nose. "I thought you'd never ask. Am I about to witness a miracle?" Tim Drake sleeping? She'd wanted to say something before, but she thought it would push her luck. The fact that he would offer on his own was a huge step forward.

TIM: "The miracle of Tim Drake sleeping?" He asked with a smirk. "Maybe. The magic of Steph Brown." He wrinkled his nose playfully before leading her up the stairs. His limbs felt heavy even as he pushed open the door and kicked off his shoes. It was all he could do to get his jeans off and his shirt over his head before he pulled the blankets back for her. "After you."

STEPH: Before Tim came upstairs, Steph had already been dressed for bed. All she had to do was kick off her shoes. She got under the covers, yawning as she slipped to the side and in her usual spot by the wall. It was where she always liked to sleep, tucked up in a little ball, and piled high with covers and blankets sometimes made it impossible for anyone to see she was there.

TIM: As she slipped over to the wall, Tim joined her, moving close and wrapping an arm around her waist. Catching her chin, he raised a brow. "Can I kiss you?" he asked her. Tim always asked, even if it was a little stupid. But he didn't want to ever assume. Still, he'd like to kiss her goodnight. And then he could kiss her good morning whenever they woke up. The thought made him just a little giddy, and then he felt a little silly for that too. But he couldn't stop the way his stomach tightened a little. It'd be good. This time, they'd be good. They weren't as young. Things weren't as complicated. Not for the two of them, at least.

STEPH: Steph always thought it was adorable when Tim asked her permission for something as innocent and sweet as a kiss. In the past, she'd never been as thoughtful. She smiled, reaching up to gently brush a few stray pieces of hair off of his forehead. "You can kiss me, Boy Wonder." It didn't matter if he weren't technically Robin anymore. That was what she'd always call him. The early years had left an impression despite what happened later on, but she would never want to forget everything they experienced together.

TIM: He gave a crooked little grin before leaning down to slide his lips against hers. He couldn't help himself as he caught her hip. Tim never minded when Steph all but jumped him for kisses and whatever she wanted. He knew he was probably a little overly ridiculous about it, but Steph had been through a lot of crap in her life. Tim wanted her to always feel valued, because he did value her. She deserved to know it. "I love you," he told her quietly, just a little shyly, even if it had been so easy for him to say in the restaurant. This context always felt different. Intimate.

STEPH: Every since they were teenagers, Steph found Tim's shyness to be endearing. She hadn't known his identity at first. As Robin, Tim was confident and impressive in all areas except flirtation. It was the only way she could shock him, and it wasn't as if she could keep up with him in the other areas. She playfully hooked her ankle between Tim's feet as she kissed him back. It felt comfortable, familiar, and she was blushing a little by the time he drew back. "I love you, too."

TIM: As she blushed, he pressed another kiss to her cheek. He didn't want to start anything tonight that he couldn't finish, but he didn't think that Steph would begrudge it of him as he pulled her close and buried his face in her neck. The scent of her skin and the familiar beat of her heart was all but hypnotic as sleep pulled at him. His eyes began to slip closed and he pressed another little kiss to her pulse as his breathing began to deepen.

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carry-on-my-pretty-weeper · 5 years

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Catching Lightning Chapter 18

Author: carry-on-my-pretty-weeper

Character(s): Peter, Reader, and Avengers

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: PG-13: fighting and violence

Author’s Note: not going to lie i’m kinda running out of steam for this fic. I have the ending and everything but idk if I want to write it all out. I feel like it rarely gets any notes and notes are how I figure out if I’m doing good. but idk we’ll see I guess.

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When you came to you were in the apartment of your second dream. Loki was there and for split second a look of terror crossed his face until he noticed it was you. “What are you doing here?” he demanded angrily.

“I didn’t have a choice, okay? It’s not like I asked to be strangled,” you huffed trying to figure out how to get back to reality.

“What on Midgard are you talking about?” he inquired as he rolled his eyes.

“Well apparently I’m connected to you and Thor’s mind due to the fact that I’m like Mjölnir! I can only connect with you guys when I’m asleep but right now I’m being strangled by one of my friends because of a fucking terrorist organization hacked into her mind or something. I can’t get back to my real body so I’m probably going to die alone with you!” you yelled at him. You started hyperventilating and you realized you were going to have a panic attack. Trying to remember the thing’s Tony told you, you took deep breaths and were trying to calm down. Loki looked a bit empathetic as he absentmindedly touched his throat and he noticed hand marks appear on yours.

“Where are you?” he asked suddenly as he picked up a book.

“What do you mean?” you questioned him as if what he asked was absurd. Which to you it was.

“I asked where are you? As in where is your physical body?”

“It’s in the abandoned warehouse district in Queens,” you answered confused as to where this was going. He then disappeared leaving you by yourself.

Coming to Wanda was still above you but it was like something came over you. Power surged as you gained your bearings and kicked up getting her off of you. She hit the side of a shopping cart and yelped in pain. Getting back up swiftly she was about to charge at you again before the side of the building exploded. Both of your attentions were diverted as Loki walked in the building. All the Avengers actions stuttered as they realized who was there. You knew that they were going to attack him before you yelled out.

“Wait he’s here for me!” you shouted as Wanda’s attention was back on you. Shit. Scrambling to your feet you were about to fight when she was flung to the side and knocked out.

“I heard that you needed a bit of help?” he questioned smugly as he practically wiped out the entire sea of agents with a snap of his fingers.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw movement. Turning to the side you found the main Hydra agent that pissed you off earlier trying to crawl away. Loki seemed to follow your gaze. Sauntering over he picked him up by the collar of his shirt.

“Wait!” you exclaimed walking over to him, “He knows where Thor is.” Loki’s gaze turned menacing as he go closer to him.

“So you have my brother,” he strained through his teeth. “Where. Is. He.” The man remained quiet so Loki continued. “You mortals should know that I have ways to make you talk. I can use a variety of methods all that would be unpleasant for you. So unless you would like to explore them I’d suggest you’d tell me where my brother is.” But he still remained silent until Loki placed his hand to his head causing him to scream out. Loki waited until he uttered something you couldn’t hear. When he finished Loki let go of him and he slumped to the floor. You could see his chest slowly move up and down indicating that Loki did not in fact kill him.

“Where did he say?” you urged as Loki started to perform his magic.

“Germany.”

Suddenly you and the Avengers were not longer in New York but in Germany. Before you said anything Tony walked over to Loki and grabbed him by the collar. Loki let it happened and looked at him with a bemused face.

“Who gave you permission to just Wizard of Oz us here to Germany?” Tony demanded as his voice shook with anger.

“Seeing as though it is my brother that we are saving I think it’s fair that I’m the one making the executive decisions,” Loki challenged sneering down at Tony. Just as he did an arrow zoomed by grazing his ear and landed right next to his face.

“We still remember what you did in New York. Don’t think we forgot,” Clint declared as an emotion you’ve never seen, crossed his face. Bruce avoided eye contact at all costs but you could tell he felt the same.

“Guys, I know I’ll never be able to understand what Loki did in the past but we need him right now. Without him we’ll lose,” you tried to explain but you could see Tony immediately begin to try to rebut it so you added, “plus he did end up saving me.” The air changed for a split second as all the Avengers realized how close you were to dying. “We need him. If you don’t do it for him do it for me.” You looked at your friends your family with pleading eyes. Tony let go of Loki but threw him a glare. He angrily whispered something to Loki, you couldn’t hear but it made Loki’s frame become slightly ridged.

“We need to make a game plan, we can’t just run in there guns blazing. If they’re keeping Thor they are not just fooling around. They probably have some heavy duty stuff so be careful and be alert. We can beat them and here’s how…” Natasha laid out a solid plan and gave us all jobs. You and Peter were going to be a distraction, Clint and Steve would cover you, while the rest of the team would spread out and search for Thor. At first things went according to plan. What you didn’t account for was the tracking for electrical currents. So when you used your powers a loud alarm sounded which alerted the rest of the entire fucking facility that you were all there. Using your electrical whip you wrapped it around one of the agents and swung her around hitting other agents. An agent to your left shot at you and you felt it graze your shoulder leaving a small stinging sensation. As soon as he shot a bullet Peter webbed him and ran over to your side.

“Are you okay?” he shouted as he webbed another agents.

“I’m fine he just nicked my shoulder,” you answered back electrifying nearby stun guns making them blow up. His focal lenses shrunk and you could tell he had his concerned face on. “I’m fine.” Swinging off you could tell he was going to stay close by. For a second you swore you felt the electrical currents shift but it happened so quickly you couldn’t be sure. Then it happened again and it felt like a magnet was pulling you inwards towards the building. For whatever reason you felt like you had to start running. So you did. You ran in, despite the protests by the team.

When Peter saw out of the corner of his eye that you had started to run off he wasted no time following you close behind. He webbed a few men here and jumped over to your left. “What are you doing? What happened to the plan?!” he yelled out to you momentarily scaring you.

“I have to go this way. I don’t know why but I do,” you shouted as you ran fast fearing that Peter would try to stop you. But to your surprise he just followed you. But your mind wasn’t on Peter, it was on the pull that was getting stronger and stronger. Finally you reached a metal door, you tried the handle but it was locked. Kicking the door it did nothing. You could feel your powers surge but nothing enough to break down the thick metal door.

“Let me try,” Peter offered as you moved out of the way. Taking a couple steps back he ran at the door and threw his body towards it. The door breaks off and falls to the floor taking Peter with it. Inside the room was a shit ton of scientists and one unconscious Asgardian god. They had a ton of experimental tools with them and Thor was hooked up to a bunch of tubes and IV’s.

“Step away from ma fren’,” you threatened as you took a step forward. But one of the scientist lunged for a button while another reached for some gadget. You zapped the scientist headed for the button and Peter webbed the scientist going for the weapon. After a couple more seconds all the scientists were either stuck to the ceiling or passed out on the floor. Rushing over to Thor’s side you shake his arm to try to wake him up but it doesn’t work, shaking him a bit harder he still doesn’t wake. Looking at your hand you got an idea, gathering electricity in it you press it to his shoulder and he awoke with a start, yelling. “Woah! Thor it’s us! It’s me Y/n!” you exclaimed as he visibly calmed down.

“Lady Y/n? Spiderling? Where are we?” he asked as he tried standing but he faltered.

You started searching around for anything you found a roll of tape and some gauze, “I’m not sure of specifics but I know somewhere in Germany.” As you turned around he was already taking out his IV’s and such. “Hey! Wait,” you insisted as you started ripping off pieces of tape covering up the holes with gauze and taping it down. “You don’t want it to get infected,” you replied sheepishly realizing that as a god he probably couldn’t get infection or get sick in general. You heard a groan and turned to see one of the scientists waking up. Peter immediately webbed him but before he could web his mouth he yelled something out to you.

“Wait! Please! Don’t take him we need him!” he pleaded. Peter raised his hand to stop him from talking but you stopped him.

“Whaddaya mean ya need him?” you interrogated as you walked up to him.

“In order to complete the trials we need him! If you leave him we’ll let all of your friends go!” he babbled on as if you would leave him for Hydra.

“Sorry buddy but we aren’t leavin’ without ma pal.”

“We should probably get going,” Peter interjected peeking out of the now broke down door. Just as he finished his sentence another alarm went off. Spinning around you saw a different scientist’s arm on the button from before. Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw you thought as you could hear the pounding of agents footsteps. That little shit was stalling us! Thor was still woozy so Peter and you both took an arm and started running. As you were running Peter was tackled by an agent. You started to go back before he stopped you.

“I got this! Get Thor to the other Avengers,” he shouted as he webbed the agent who tackled him and the ones behind her.

“But I-”

“Just go!” So you ran as Peter held them off. You were running slower due to having a heavy god weighing you down. Your escape plan wasn’t working exactly because this time you didn’t know where you were going. You felt like you were getting lost until you ran into Steve.

“Where the hell did you g-” he stopped as he saw Thor leaning on you.

“Take him to the quinjet,” you ordered as you handed him off to Steve. You turned to run back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded grabbing your arm with his open hand.

“I have to go back, Peter, he’s- he said-” you explained frantically. A knowing look crossed his face as he let you go.

“You both better come back in one piece,” he stated as you sprint back the way you came with only one thought on your mind. Peter.

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theonewiththefanfics · 6 years

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Epilogue

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: swearing, as it usually is

Word count: 2382

Y/N’s sight blurred as slowly she looked around the room. The first thing she noticed was the pain. All-encompassing brutal pain. It wove through her body like ribbons made from barbwire and her head pounded like Thor was bashing his hammer against the girl’s skull. She groaned, but the sound was muffled by a plastic tube that reached far down her neck. Her heart rate picked up when horrible flashbacks of being held in her HYDRA prison cell came back, how they had force-fed her when she refused, choosing death over a life with them. The beeping from a nearby machine made her headache worsen, turning it in a full-blown migraine as she clutched both hands over her ears. Then it struck her- she wasn’t restrained. Y/N couldn’t feel any chains or bonds holding her body down. She wasn’t there. Opening her eyes in tiny slits, her vision swimming from the tears that had gathered she was greeted by a soft white room, lights dimmed to barely nothing, but even then they were harsh. The girl turned her head as she struggled to allow the machine breathe for her, the instinct to use her lungs trying to overtake, but she had to make sure if the hypothesis her mind had created was right. And indeed- through a large window, bright little dots welcomed her back to New York. Her home. But then the thudding in her chest picked up once more and Y/N winced from the pain. Looking up and over her bed she saw a big blue button, so with as much strength as she could muster, the woman pressed it. The Avenger expected a nurse or even Bruce to come in. What she didn’t expect was the whole damn team, most of them in their pyjamas, bleary-eyed and still half asleep to come running. If her body didn’t hurt so much, she would have burst out in laughter at the sight of Sam’s Spongebob underwear and his Patrick slippers. “Hey, shh, it’s okay,” Tony softly spoke as he put his palms on Y/N’s arms. “Try to relax okay?”

The woman just looked at him but did as the scientist told. He turned to Bruce and motioned for him to switch the sound of the monitor to a lower level. It took Y/N two minutes to remove her palms from her ears, her head still splitting open, but nothing she hadn’t experienced before. Her eyes caught the movement of Bruce as he pressed a button by the bed and it started to rise in a sitting position. “We’re gonna remove the tube, okay?” Tony drew soothing circles on her back, but Y/N didn’t even care about that because she had just seen Bucky. He stood there, disbelief in his blue orbs as he saw her awake. The woman choked out a sound, inaudible, but it was like they had a telepathic connection, as in a matter of milliseconds the super soldier was right by her side, grasping her palm and whispering sweet words of encouragement to her. “It’s gonna be uncomfortable and you’re not going to be able to breathe for a bit, but I need you to remember to do so. You’re gonna feel like your throat has closed off, but you have to push past it. And then I’ll need you to cough, as much as you can. Do you understand?” Y/N nodded at Tony’s instructions. “Okay,” he murmured and with gentle fingers removed the tape that had secured the plastic in her mouth. Y/N wanted to gag as the man pulled the tube out, feeling like bile was rising in her throat even though there was nothing in her stomach. After a few more agonising seconds it was out of her mouth and suddenly she was suffocating. Air didn’t fill her lungs, but it was even more than her windpipe being clogged. The woman felt like it had been ripped in two pieces and she had to find a way to connect them before passing out from the lack of oxygen. “Doll, do as Tony said, please,” she looked at Bucky seeing his pleading face and she did. She tried to pull in air, but it went nowhere. Right as Y/N was about fall back down to the bed, her vision turning black a gasping breath escaped her lips and she inhaled, which immediately set her on a coughing fit. Mucus and other gross things plopped down on her bedsheet, but no-one turned away, no one looked at her in disgust, rather Y/N felt everybody’s shoulders sag in relief as her ears even picked up on Wanda’s soft swearing, her body leaning into Vision’s. “There we go, honey,” Tony smiled at her and she replied with an exhausted quirk of her own lips. “Did you like the show?” Y/N’s voice was beyond raspy, sounding like she had been an avid smoker and drinker since she’d been born. “Wouldn’t expect anything less from our drama queen.” “Hey!” she choked out, through a smile. Bruce came from the side and placed two plastic tubes in her nose, allowing her to get some pure oxygen in her lungs and taking the struggle away. They helped her lay back down as Nat took off the dirty duvet and placed Y/N’s own. “Your first thought when hearing an alarm, which apparently woke up the whole town was to go in my room and get my blanket?” “Well, I knew you were awake, so why not?” Y/N smirked. “I could’ve been dying, you know. What then? Would you have buried me in it?” “Oh, no,” the Russian ex-assassin smiled as she tucked Y/N’s legs underneath the soft covers. “I would make sure you got buried in Wilson’s ‘My Little Pony’ blanket.” The woman turned her head towards Sam, eyes wide and full of mischief. “Oh, buddy, you do realise I’m never gonna let you live it down?” He looked at Nat, the word ‘traitor’ shining through his gaze. “I’m going back to bed. I’d say I’m happy you’re awake, but now I’m not too sure.” That made Y/N chuckle and simultaneously groan in pain. “Love you too birdbrain.” “We’re glad you’re back,” Nat patted Y/N’s foot and one by one they filtered out of the room. Everybody except Tony, Bruce and Bucky. The latter had been holding her hand the whole time and neither wanted to let go. Bruce broke her out of her thoughts as he announced that they needed to do some quick tests, to ensure that she was as stable as possible and could be left alone to rest. It took them around twenty minutes, adjusting the volumes of her monitors as Y/N’s head still hurt, and also adding specific painkillers to her liquid bag. “It’s your powers regenerating and getting back to where they were, that's why you're in so much pain. Since you’ve never pushed yourself that far, we believe you’re gonna be like that for some time,” Bruce adjusted the nozzle and the trickle slowed down a bit. “We can’t take it all away, but this will reduce it to a bearable dull ache.” “Why don’t you let Steve take me out on a run then. I’ll pass right out. won't have to worry about it then.” Tony laughed but pointed a finger at her in a fatherly manner. “Don’t you even think about that. You’re benched from missions and any kind of exercise for quite some time.” “Wha-“ she started to protest, but the collective look from all three men made her shut up and grumble out a ‘fine’. The two geniuses made their way towards the door. Tony looked back and saw that Bucky had stayed behind. He was just about to call on him, but the arm Bruce put on his shoulder stopped the inventor. And so they left the pair alone. “Hey,” Y/N softly said looking Bucky over, searching for any scar or injury. She didn’t have much perception of how long she’d been out of it, but seeing as there had been some dirt and blood still stuck in Steve’s hair, Y/N was sure it hadn’t been that long. “Hey, yourself,” the man replied, his metal hand going to place a Y/H/C lock behind her ear. “You scared us, doll. Scared me.” “I would apologise, but I believe that when you do it, you should mean it.” It made Bucky sigh, having known how stubborn Y/N was with what she thought was right and wrong, especially when it came to putting her own life in more danger than necessary when it came to protecting people she cared about. “I know and I kinda hate you for it. Did you even think about how I- we- would feel?” “You’d be sad for a while, but then you’d move on.” “Fuck, do you really think so little of yourself? Do you really think you’re expendable?” “I don-“ Y/N sighed looking for the right words, “I don’t think I’m expendable. But I knew that whatever happened, you’d be alright. That you’ve got a family. With or without me.” She wasn’t sure if she was talking about Bucky or about the rest of the team as well. “Besides, I was not going to let HYDRA get anywhere near you Buck. If I had to do it again, I would.” The ex-Winter Soldier furrowed his brows in confusion. “What are you talking about?” “Kosak tried to make a deal with me,” tears pooled in her eyes and one slowly rolled down her bruised cheek, which Bucky as gently as possible, wiped away. “He told me, he’d let me go if I gave them their asset. I mean, in any case, it was total bullshit, but just the thought that that parasite actually believed for one second that I would give your life up in exchange for mine… it was ridiculous.” “Why, doll?” Bucky quietly cried as well. “Because I love you and I’d never let anything bad happen to you. Not even if it cost me everything,” tears slipped down her cheeks as she squeezed Bucky’s palm as hard as she could. His forehead was pressed against hers as he whispered. “If you truly loved me then you wouldn’t have dared to do something that dumb.” The man said it without the realisation hitting him, that Y/N remembered, her feeling for him were no longer gone but were solid as a rock. She laughed, making Bucky’s heart soar as his blue eyes looked into her Y/E/C finding nothing but compassion and adoration. “Then please tell that to yourself, so I won’t have to listen to Steve berating you for not following orders when you do some stupid shit.” “He’s a punk! He himself can’t keep that idiotic heroic ass out of trouble. It’s like he smells it from a hundred miles away. He needs to learn some self-preservation instinct. ” “I don’t think that is something that can be taught,” she scratched his beard and Bucky leaned into the touch. “Then I’ll beat it into him. And if I gotta do that to you as well, don’t think I’m not above locking you in a room and staying there until you get it inside your beautiful little head, that my life is not worth more than yours.” “It is to me,” Y/N whispered. Suddenly his own heart lurched forward and it started beating with such intensity, if he had been the one hooked onto the heart monitor, Bucky was sure the machine would explode into smoke. “Are you-“ he stared at Y/N in disbelief, “do you remember?” Tentatively she nodded her head. “I do. All of it,” the woman gulped not letting go of Bucky’s gaze, “when Kosask made that offer it hit me like a train. The feelings came back and stronger than ever… As I said,” Y/N sheepishly smiled, “I’d do anything if that meant you being safe.” “You love me?” his mind was dizzy and Bucky could barely string a sentence together. “Have for two years now.” He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t help the grin that stretched out across his face, couldn’t help the lightweight feeling, couldn’t stop his mind celebrating as the woman he had fallen for reciprocated his love. Finally. “I’m sorry for being such an ass and being so fucking dumb.” “Let’s just agree on the fact that we both were idiots and could’ve done things differently,” and then Y/N smiled. She actually smiled like she used to, her teeth showing and little lines adorning the corners of her eyes, pure happiness overtaking the room. Even with her chapped lips and tired eyes, to Bucky, she was still the most beautiful woman there was.

Loki had stayed behind when the alarm had been set off, wanting to keep an eye on Katrina. He moved through the darkness with the grace of a cat, not even a breath of air giving away that he was following the woman. She snuck into her room locking the door behind herself right as everybody else rushed out. The trickster had to admit, Katrina was an amazing actress because when Steve’s heavy footsteps thudded past her place, she peeked her head out, looking bleary-eyed and confused. “What’s going on? Is Dominic alright?” the woman exited and rushed to the room next door where her son slept. Bucky practically crashed into her. Loki could see how terrified and at the same time relieved he was. “Y/N,” was the only thing he managed to get out before dashing after the team to the med-bay. Katrina stood in the hallway, eyes filled with disbelief and something else that Loki was determined to figure out. Before he could see anything else wash over her face, she went to check up on the little boy and the god used her mistake of leaving her room's door open to sneak inside and take the white little keycard Katrina had so recklessly left on the bed. In the span of a second, he was out and walking towards his own quarters. Katrina didn’t even notice that the one evidence linking her to Y/N, to what she had said, to what she had done was missing, as the woman slipped under the silken sheets. And when she did, it would already be too late.

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awhitehead17 · 5 years

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Red Challenge: Day Four - Red Meat

Summary: After getting disturbed from his sleep Tim investigates in what woke him up, only to find out that the rest of the family is having a barbeque in the back garden.

Enjoy! :D

Unsure on what woke him up Tim blinks blearily around at his room, since his body wasn’t reacting to anything he figures it’s nothing and is more than happy to back to sleep. It wasn't until he was snuggling further into his pillow that he realised there was music being blasted from somewhere nearby.

Tim frowns in annoyance, now that he's noticed it he can't un-notice it. He tries to ignore it for a good 10 minutes but realising that it wasn’t going away any time soon he decides to investigate.

His one day off, the only chance he's had in weeks to have a proper lie in and it gets ruined by some inconsiderate git. Letting out a huff Tim pushes away his covers and gets to his feet. Grabbing the t-shirt that's hanging on his chair and the pair of sweats next to it he makes his way out of his room and tries to locate where the music is coming from.

He walks through the Manor's hallway having no idea where it's coming from. It was when he got close to the staircase that he realised it was coming from outside. With a goal in mind Tim heads straight for it. Upon reaching his destination he comes to an abrupt stop at the back door to the scene he finds.

Outside in the back garden was his entire family. They were all milling about in the garden doing a variety of things to their pleasing. There was music blasting through the air from a speaker which was located to the far right, there were two tables set up next to a barbeque, one of which had a large variety of drinks on it and the other having paper plates, sauces and bread rolls on it.

Tim blinks trying to understand what he was seeing. His family were having a barbeque? Was that right?

He could see that Dick, Babs and Duke were engaged in a card game on the grass, Cass and Steph were sat next to each other sharing a drink at the patio table, Damian was also on the grass playing with his dog in what looks like a very rough game of tug of war, Bruce, Alfred and even Selina were stood over to one side quietly conversing between themselves.

Tim tries to take this all in. How did he not even know they were doing this?

He's startled out of his thoughts when a heavy arm gets slung over his shoulders and as he gets forced out into the back garden.

"Finally decided to join us then Timmy. About time you rise and shine, you're missing quite the party."

Tim looks up and finds Jason grinning down at him. Tim frowns, "What's going on? Why is everyone here?"

Jason shrugs, "We were all here, it's a nice beautiful day so we decided to have a barbeque. Kinda happened all this morning when you were dead to the world."

"Why?"

Jason ruffles his hair roughly and lets out a loud laugh, "Stop asking questions Tim and just go with it."

Tim pouts and starts trying to correct his hair, "I'm going to question it because it's disturbed my once chance at a lie in you asshole. I didn't get in until 6 this morning and didn't even fall asleep until like 8. I've had like 4 hours sleep within 2 days."

"Aw boo-hoo Timbo. Now come on, the food should be cooked by now."

Ignoring any other protest that Tim has, Jason takes them over to the barbeque. His brother finally let's go of him in order to attend to the food. He opens up the lid and Tim is instantly hit with the strong smell of cooked meat, he has to admit it does smell good. It even looks good. Tim observes as Jason turns the burgers and sausages over and as he checks the temperatures of them.

"Todd, you better have something other than that vile red meat cooking! It's a disgrace that you all eat it to begin with."

The sudden demand gets both Tim's and Jason's attention, they look over to find Damian just to their right glaring at them and at the food cooking on the barbeque. Jason rolls his eyes at the youngest of the family. "Calm your horses baby Bat. I have special vegetarian shit cooking just to please you your highness."

Tim couldn't help but snicker at the amount of sarcasm he hears in Jason's voice.

Damian wasn't impressed however, he somehow looks even more enraged than before. "My food better not have touched that meat you heathen!"

"Relax. It's cooking in the kitchen. I figured that you wouldn't want it cooking within 5 metres of our delicious, juicy red meat."

Damian opens his mouth to say something else but before he could Alfred had wondered over and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Now Master Damian, be pleased that Master Jason has taken your decisions to not eat meat into consideration. Now let's go dish up your food while he finishes off here, shall we?"

Damian mutters under his breath but allows Alfred to lead him away and over to the kitchen. Tim looks back at Jason to find his brother attending the food once again.

After prodding a burger once again he looks up and sends Tim a grin, "Well, it's all done. So if you want to grab a plate go ahead because the others will destroy this food."

Tim smiles back knowingly, the others really do love their burgers. Even Bruce, though Tim remembers hearing a story about how he once ate a burger with a knife and fork. Tim wasn't around to witness it at the time but his brothers have all told him about it. It makes him wonder if Bruce will eat it like that again.

As Tim turns around and heads for the table with all the plates on he hears Jason shout, "Alright everyone foods ready! Come and get it you greedy bastards!"

#batfamily #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #fanfiction #Red Challenge #red meat #barbeque

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navpike · 5 years

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Dead Men Walking: Chapter 8

They don't always show it, but they've each got their own demons to battle. Peter keeps happening upon these battles.

OR a bunch of times that Peter was there for the Avengers in a moment of need, and one time they were all there for him.

Chapter Eight: Peter [on ao3]

Peter Parker hates the winter. It’s too cold, and too dry. When it snows in New York, it takes mere hours for it to turn from pristine white to a slushy, mushy grey that sloshes into shoes and soaks into clothes and is generally disgusting. It makes it hard to drive and harder to walk.

Peter Parker hates the winter.

He’s never had this kind of trouble with the weather before though. He can’t remember ever living through such a ridiculously cold winter. Sure the heating’s all but gone out in the school building due to all the snow in the past week, but it isn’t the first time that this has happened. He’s been in buildings with faulty heating before. The school has never had the most well-regulated temperature, during any season. But he can’t recall it ever being so freezing fucking cold.

He’s got layer upon layer on already, he’s pushing rules for the dress code with how many layers of sweaters and jackets he’s wearing and he’s still so goddamn cold.

He tries pushing it to the side, tries to focus on his schoolwork and pay attention to his teachers but by third period, he’s trembling from the cold, his joints aching with it. He doesn’t make it even ten minutes into the class before he decides it’d be best for him to give up. He feels sick, but that’s not possible. He doesn’t get sick anymore, not with the powers and the crazy enhanced healing and whatnot. He literally cannot be sick.

Something must be terribly wrong.

He raises his hand and the second the teacher looks at him, she sends him to the nurse’s office without him even needing to utter a word. That doesn’t exactly give him a surge of confidence.

Peter makes it halfway to the nurse’s office before he remembers that Aunt May is at work. There’s no way she’ll be able to come pick him up and there’s absolutely no way in hell that he’ll be able to make it anywhere on his own.

Shit.

Next he knows it, he’s lying on one of those stupid long chairs in the nurse’s office, and she’s asking him who she can call for him.

Peter debates it for a few seconds, before grimacing and heaving a deep breath.

“Captain America.”

“Very funny, Mr. Parker, but I’m really going to need a number I can call. I can’t let you go home alone.”

“Bruce Banner?”

“Mr. Parker!”

Peter shakes his head, and instead of saying a name, rattles off a string of numbers. The nurse sighs and rolls her eyes, picking up the landline to call the number he’d given her.

On the other end of the line, Peter hears Steve’s voice answer, “Steve Rogers, how can I help you?”

“Mr. Rogers, this is Nurse Caldwell from Midtown Science and Tech High. I have a Peter Parker here with me who isn’t feeling well. Are you able to come pick him up?”

“What? Peter’s sick? Yeah, yes, I can come get him, of course. Can I talk to him?” Phone-Steve says.

Nurse Caldwell responds in the affirmative, and passes over the phone to Peter.

“Peter, bud, what’s going on?” Steve says as soon as Peter’s got the receiver in his hands.

“Hey Cap. How’s it going?” Peter’s teeth chatter so hard as he speaks that he can barely make out what he’s saying himself.

“Jesus, kiddo, what happened to you?”

“M’Cold, Steve. M’Really, really cold. Can’t stop shaking. You’re coming to get me, right?” He’s just now considering that Steve might not actually be in the city. He knows that recently, Steve’s started keeping an apartment in Brooklyn, but he splits time between there and the compound. Peter’s got no real guarantee that Steve’s anywhere near him right now.

But, like he always does, Steve pulls through for him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m on my way in just a couple minutes. I’m at my apartment, so I’ll be able to get there quickly. Just. Okay, who did this to you, pal? Is it a poison? Some kind of chemical? You didn’t tell us you got into a fight recently.”

“Didn’t. I’m just really cold. I think I might be sick,” Peter mumbles.

“Peter, I don’t think you can get sick, with your powers. I’m really worried. Look, I’m on my way, just hold tight, pal. I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Thanks Steve. You’re the best.”

The phone disconnects then, and Peter hands the receiver back to the nurse, and curls in on himself to shiver and chatter his teeth in peace until Steve gets there.

He’s half dozed off by the time someone’s gently shaking his shoulder.

“Pete, hey pal, come on, we’ve got to get going.”

Peter rolls onto his other side, to see who it is, because that’s not the nurse’s voice, and he comes face to face with none other than Clint Barton.

“Clint!” Peter exclaims, but his teeth are still chattering, so it’s a clattery approximation of Clint’s name at best.

“Oh man,” Clint mutters, and then he signs, “You look awful buddy, let’s get you home.”

Peter weakly signs a thank you, with shaky, shaky hands, and then wraps his arms around himself. It feels like it’s only gotten colder in the time he’s been sitting waiting for Steve.

Wait.

Steve.

He was waiting for Steve, why is Clint here.

Apparently, he signs that out to Clint, because Clint shifts to the side and hooks a thumb over his shoulder. Steve is standing behind Clint, filling out an early dismissal form with the nurse, who seems to be completely dumbfounded by the fact that Captain America is standing there in civvies, signing out a sick student.

He loses track of anything except being ridiculously cold for a few minutes, and the next thing he knows. Steve’s got an arm looped around his waist, and he’s leading Peter out of the building, while Clint follows, talking to someone on the phone. Peter doesn’t pay too much attention to the phone conversation, instead opting to question Steve.

“Why’s he here too?”

Steve snickers, but answers, “I only had my bike with me at the apartment. Needed to borrow a car, and Clint was nearby. Bruce is going to meet us at my apartment too. We’re worried about you, kid. You shouldn’t be looking this rough.”

Peter nods a little sleepily. It feels like his bones are grinding together, rattling with his shivers.

He’s so fucking cold.

“Wow, language, Pete,” Clint chastises. Shit. Peter hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“Sorry, dad,” Peter teases through his chattering teeth. Clint snorts and then returns to his phone conversation.

Steve shoves him in the back seat of a car then, and Peter only vaguely aware of the car ride and Steve and Clint talking to each other. Steve gives Peter his jacket halfway back to the apartment, and he all but carries Peter up the two flights of stairs once they get there. Peter’s not actually that weak, but he is shaking he’s so freezing, and Steve takes pity on him.

Bruce is waiting for them when Clint kicks open the door.

“Peter, you’re not looking too good.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that? I get it. Rude.”

Clint snickers and helps Steve get Peter situated on the couch.

“Alright, let’s take a look, Pete,” Bruce says, and Peter lets Bruce check his pulse, and his blood pressure and his blood for toxins, and when he still finds nothing, sticks out his tongue to let Bruce stick a thermometer under it. He thinks it’s a little ridiculous, but he still lets it happen, because he figures, at this point, why not?

“Oh my god,” Bruce says when he draws the thermometer from Peter’s tongue to look at it. “There’s no way you should be alive right now, your temperature is way too low! How is this even possible?”

“I dunno. How bad is it?” Peter’s eyes widen comically when Bruce turns the thermometer his direction so he can read it. “Oh shit. That’s… I mean. That’s not right. What’s happening to me? I mean the heating was kinda out at school, but that can’t be it. I’ve never been this sick, not even before the spider bite.”

Bruce seems to consider that for a moment and then it’s like something clicks together all at once.

“Spiders. That’s it! Peter, spiders can’t thermoregulate. You’re not sick, it’s just-- Clint, turn up the heat, and Steve, grab as many blankets as you can. We’ve just got to warm him up, that’s all.” Bruce turns back to Peter once he’s done doling out tasks, and gives him a gentle smile, the kind they rarely ever see from Bruce. “You’re fine, Pete. You’ll be alright.”

Peter returns the smile, and clenches his teeth to keep them from clattering together, and breathes a sigh of relief when Steve returns with blankets. He sits up on the couch so he can curl himself into the tiniest ball he possibly can, to try to conserve warmth. He lets himself be wrapped in blankets and sinks back as far into the couch as he can go, and he drifts off before he even notices.

When Peter wakes, he’s comfortably warm, still wrapped in his blankets, and flanked on either side by Thor and Brunnhilde. He smiles and thinks he mutters something half unintelligible and slips back into sleep again.

He wakes with a start, again, a short while later, and glances around, his breath catching in his chest at the unfamiliar surroundings, before he takes in the people with him. Thor and Brunnhilde still sit on his either side, Steve and Bruce hard at work in the kitchen. Clint is sitting at the table, Wanda and Pietro with him, the three of them engrossed in a game of cards. Something plays quietly on the TV in front of them all. He thinks he hears someone mention the others coming soon for dinner.

Peter, warm and safe, is more content than he has been in a while.

He feels so content, that he almost falls asleep yet again.

That is until he remembers something that has him sitting bolt upright, panic coursing through his veins.

“Oh god, I forgot to tell Aunt May where I am.”

#peter parker #steve rogers #clint barton #bruce banner #marvel #fic #mine #dmw au #spiderman #captain america #hawkeye #hulk

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sarasapen · 6 years

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A Man is what his Mother makes him.

“Let me love you a little more before you are not little anymore.”

“...she had loved a little boy very very much, even more than she loved herself.”

(Y/N) (L/N) was 19 when she married Bruce Wayne. She was 19 when she married the most famous man in the world. She was 19 when she married Batman.

(Y/N) was 22 when they adopted 9-year-old Richard Grayson. He was a sweet little angel that she was grateful to have, for she couldn’t have children of her own. She knew straight away that those bright blue eyes and tiny hands had already stolen her heart.

A few weeks after Dick moved in, you awoke with a strange feeling. In a sleepy daze, you threw off her covers and stumbled to Dick’s room.

You opened the door and your heart ached at what you saw. The poor thing was sobbing into his pillow, calling for his Mum and Dad.

You sat down next to him and pulled him into your lap, rocking him and humming soothing tunes. You let him cry until he fell asleep, and even then, you continued to rock him though the night.

“No.”

“But, Mum, I’ll be safe!” Dick protested.

You faltered when he called you ‘Mum’, and bent down to squeeze him tightly. After a few minutes of hugging him, you let him go saying that, fine, he could go, as long as he stayed safe.

And thus, Robin, the Boy Wonder was born.

Okay, children were something else altogether.

They were at a gala when Dick wanted Bruce’s attention. So, like any other person would do, he ‘pssd’ and motioned for Bruce to bend down while you and the other adults pretended you couldn’t see him. He wanted ice-cream, and asked for extra sprinkles.

Later, however, after his sugar rush disappeared, Bruce had to carry him as he slept on his shoulder.

A photo of Bruce carrying Dick with you petting his hair made the front cover the next morning.

You couldn’t sleep so you went downstairs to bake cookies. You don’t know what happened, but suddenly there was Dick sitting on a stool, ‘sampling’ the cookie dough. This became a weekly tradition, and every Saturday morning, you and Dick would bake something.

Alfred was sweet enough to lay out the main ingredients you would need, and at 6 a.m. in the morning, the smell of delicious baked goods wafted through the manor.

You walked through the same hallway you had for 12 years, and it felt so different.

With Dick now in Bludhaven, the house felt so empty and cold. You paused in front of Dick’s room, hesitating before you went in. You inspected the room, and it felt so wrong to see so many of his possessions gone.

Tears stung at the back of yours eyes and you sighed. You felt silly for crying, he was only in the next city.

But you would miss his cheeky grin and his silly antics and- god what was wrong with you?

You missed your boy, and it was okay to do so. You didn’t know growing up would hurt so much.

A couple of months later, (Y/N) found a 14-year-old boy tied up and gagged on the floor in the Batcave.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed, bending down to untie him as he glared up at you.

“Bruce, what is this?” You exclaimed, untying the gag.

“He kidnapped me!” The child said as you stared at Bruce incredulously.

“This is the child that tried to steal the tires. Hi name is Jason Todd.” Bruce said as he took off his cowl.

“And are we keeping him?” You asked, ignoring the child’s protests. Bruce looked at the teenager, crossing his arms and then at your hopeful eyes.

“Yes.”

When someone looked at Jason Todd, they would never guess that his biggest weakness was that he was a total Mama’s boy.

Jason loved those moments his ‘Ma’ would kiss his head after returning from work, and the way you would run your hand through his hair as you watched tv, or the way you would let him cuddle you as you read a book.

So your tradition with Jason was born. You would both curl up in some blankets, some hot chocolate and cookies nearby, reading. He would sometimes ask you to read, so that he could fall asleep next to you. You adored Jason, and cherished these moments with him. When he would fall asleep, you would close the book, moving so that Jason slept at a better angle. That last night, you smiled at his sleeping form, and thanked the lord for these miracles of yours.

He was only 15.

You remembered that is was April 27.

You also remembered Bruce coming home, bloody and broken and bruised and alone.

You remembered how the world stopped spinning suddenly, and it felt as if your head was underwater. It felt as if there were 1000 tons on your chest, about to crush it.

You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t think and it hurt.

You vaguely remembered falling, but someone- perhaps Alfred or DIck, who had suddenly appeared- caught you.

You remembered screaming and screaming until you lost your voice, and you cried and cried until you passed out.

He was your baby, he was your life, he was your son.

And he was gone.

After Jason’s death, you slipped into a depression. You locked yourself in his room, refusing to come out for over three days until Dick had to climb through the window to make you eat. You refused to speak to anyone, and never left the manor. Bruce never went near you.

Dick moved back into the manor to help Alfred take care of you.

Sometimes, he would see you sitting in the garden, an empty look in your eyes as you stared at nothing.

It scared him so much, that the strongest woman he knew, the most amazing mother, was destroyed.

You were broken, you were a walking corpse wit no more purpose to live.

Thats where the scars on your wrists came from.

You went into the bathroom, a picture of Jason in your lap as you whispered to him that

“Your Ma is coming to you, baby.”

Dick found you, pale, and nearly dead, sitting in a pool of blood. He rushed you to the hospital and you were there for over a week.

You were broken, and you couldn’t be fixed.

About a year after Jason, Bruce bought him another boy, only 13.

You screamed and screamed and Bruce because he was absolutely crazy if he thought that you would let another boy go into danger, and you’d be damned if you allowed it. You yelled at him as Alfred gave the boy some food, and you started crying, because fuck, it hurt, and you missed Jason, and, fuck, Bruce, I can't do this alone.

He hugged you as you both cried, mourning your son together. Then you wiped your tears and went upstairs to the new boy under you roof. You swore that you would protect him, and you started going on patrols from that day on.

Your tradition with Tim started straight away. That day, both of you were playing video games, and eating chips and soft drinks and being overall unhealthy. That’s what you would do on the weekends after he did his homework.

Tim loved when you made him coffee. You and Alfred were both strongly against his high coffee intake, so he had to brew it himself. But on those very rare occasions you made coffee for him, you would make it perfectly. He loved the way you made it, and a sip from your coffee was all he needed to go along his day.

Tim wasn’t happy.

Bruce just brought home an 11-year-old who was his son.

Which meant that Tim was no longer the baby. He didn’t really want to make friends, which was great because neither did Damian.

“I can relate.” Dick chirped as he watched Tim’s scowling form. You looked up at him, confused.

“When Bruce brought home... Jason,” he said the name slowly, and the three boys noticed you flinch.

“You didn’t like him?” You asked, blinking back tears.

“No, it wasn’t that,” Dick chuckled. “It just... he never asked, ya know? It’s like he found a replacement for me. And it kinda sucked.” Dick told you and you looked at Tim and Damian who were having a glowering contest.

“I’m sorry.” You suddenly sobbed, covering your face. Tim shot up, dashing towards you as your body shook.

Dick hugged you as you cried.

“I could never replace you, okay? Never!” You hugged Tim, crying even more. Damian was confused, watching your sobbing form. He didn’t understand why Dick and Tim were so upset by your crying. Talia had described you as a bitch, and yet, as he saw the way you held your boys, he felt that maybe Talia was wrong.

Your tradition with Damian was originally just your Sunday programme.

You would binge watch tv shows like Sherlock or Game of Thrones or Downton Abbey, and suddenly there was a little boy curled up on the opposite couch, watching with you. That’s how you spent your Sundays, watching period dramas.

Damian would crawl into your bed during a thunderstorm. He was afraid of the thunder, and would cuddle up with you or Bruce at night. He said he’d rather with Bruce, but he, like Jason, was a Mama’s boy. He secretly loved when you’d cuddle him and hug him like there was nothing that could take him away from you.

Both he and Tim had noticed, though, that your smile never quite reached you eyes, and that everyday you would disappear for hours at a time, locking yourself in Jason’s room. They knew you how much it affected you, and they tried to make sure you were always happy, and that you never missed Jason.

But how could a mother not miss her child?

You were trembling, scared to go closer, scared to speak, scared to breathe lest he disappear.

He was older, more mature, and even had a white streak in his hair.

But you still recognised him. You’d always recognise your baby.

“Jason?” Your voice cracked and he flinched. He looked up, meeting your eyes. He noticed how much older you looked. His gaze stopped at the scars on your wrists, and he felt guilty.

“Hey, Ma.” He muttered.

You hugged him, pulling him into you as you sobbed.

And then suddenly, you felt well, you felt whole. You felt perfect, not healed, because it was as if there was never a wound to begin with.

You pulled back and gazed at him lovingly, your thumb dancing along his cheek.

“Look at you.” You whispered, kissing his forehead.

“You’re all grown up...”

You laughed, the most genuine laugh your children had heard from you in years, hugging him tightly. He tightened his grip on you, trying to blink back his own tears.

“Oh, Jaybird... I’ve missed you so much.” You whispered as he cried.

“Ma...”

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby, Mama’s got you.” You hummed, running your fingers through his hair.

“I love you so much, baby.”

It was a few months before Jason stopped being so hostile towards the younger boys.

When Bruce came home at night, he was surprised to see you sleep on your shared bed.

With four black haired boys all curled up around you. Your arms were around Jason, and the other three had managed to slot themselves into any empty spaces they could find, which meant that Damian was on top of you.

With a smile, Bruce quietly slid into the mostly empty side near Jason, managing to wriggle his arms around you, pulling you all into his chest.

A chorus of sleepy groans were heard, which was answered by a laugh from Bruce who then kissed your forehead. Damian moved to climb onto of Bruce as Tim moved on top of you.

You hummed a soothing tune as all five of your boys fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

#batfam #batman #BATMOM #bruce wayne #dick grayson #robin #jason todd #angst #fluff #mother #son #tim drake #damian wayne #reader

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namjoons-fortune-cookie · 7 years

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Teenagers - Part 2

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Type: Story (2/4)

Warnings: PG-13 (Language and Sexual Assault)

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

(Yes, I do know that this isn’t Jason as a teen please don’t punch me ya’ll)

You woke up to the sound of banging on your door. You gasped, sitting up and looking around your small apartment. The banging stopped for a moment before you heard whispering. You laid back down thinking to yourself, they must’ve got the wrong apartment. Then, the knocking came back as soon as it left, two knocks a pause and three more knocks. You shot up and put on a shirt and shorts before opening the door to reveal the two kids outside.

The kids ran past you and you shut the door, “Get in your hiding spots!”

The pair split up, the little girl running into your room and the little boy running into the bathroom closet. You cleaned up around the apartment, you looked to the kids hiding places to make sure they were covered before sitting on your bed and turning on your tv.

Only a few seconds later you hear banging on your door. You pause for a moment before getting up. The banging was harder, “Coming!”

You took your time getting to the door. As soon as you moved the door knob the door pushed open. Three cops pushed into your house pushing you aside. You sigh and shut the door, “Aren’t you supposed to have a permit before barging into someone’s apartment?”

“Shut up,” one officer says while moving some things around your house.

“You seen two kids come into this building,” another officer says

“I’ve been asleep until now.”

“Is there a chance the kids are here?”

You tilt your head, “And why would you assume that?”

The officer steps near you, “Because it seems like all the little rats in this neighborhood run into your building when they get into some trouble.”

“Hm,” you say acting stumped, “That’s pretty weird. I’ll have to talk to them about that the next time I see them.”

The two other officers look around your apartment behind chairs, under tables, and in rooms. One officer walks into your bathroom and looks around the tiny space, shit. The officer looks at you and you both make eye contact, he smirks before pulling open the bathroom closet door, shit shit shit. He looks into the closet but to both your surprise, there’s no sign of the little boy that you left in there.

You look at the officer who you talked to before, “Hey. you should maybe tell your buddy over there that it’s kinda weird to look through someone’s closet.”

The officer look at the other before sighing, “Get out of there Bill.”

All three of the officers look at each other, “I don’t see anything here except a trashy apartment.”

“Ouch,” you say faking hurt.

The officers look at each other and begin to leave your apartment. You watch them slowly walking out hoping to bust you for something. You wait as the last officer shuts the door to relax. You listen to their footsteps outside of your door and can hear their footsteps fading away after a few seconds. You let out a sigh of relief before stomping twice as an all clear sign. The two kids both come out for the same hiding place and you sigh again.

“What did you two think you were doing! You could’ve gotten caught.”

The two looked at each other and the boy spoke up, “Jamie was scared, I had to help her calm down.”

You look at the two and sigh, “I don’t want to know what you two did. Don’t do it again, okay? I don’t keep letting the same kids come back.”

The kids both nod and you usher them out through the fire escape. You watched as the two began their trip back to wherever they came from. You let out a little laugh before going back to your normal routine. You took a quick shower and made a bowl of cereal. You sat on your sofa/bed and ate looking at the tv. The news was once again talking about the billionaire who had supported the city. They talked about the unveiling of Gotham’s new library which Bruce Wayne had once again paid for.

“And here he is, Bruce Wayne and his son, Jason,” you looked at the screen to see the boy you once knew standing next to the billionaire. The memory of him coming back.

It’d been nearly three years since you had seen Jason. During the first year you had felt abandoned, left alone. You had spent so much time alone and trying to find your best friend. It was like Jason had disappeared, his father had been in jail and his mother had died before he was taken so it felt like you were the only one who cared to look for him. You wondered where the Batman would’ve taken the boy.

It only took some months before you found Jason. Jason was now said to be the second adopted son of the billionaire Bruce Wayne. When you heard the news you were happy for him, he had a new life now. But soon after feelings of anger and resentment came to you. Jason had left you alone. Still, you wondered how he was doing, what he looked like, if he still remembered you. Did he even care to remember you?

After another year you had so many problems that you couldn’t find the time to think of him. You became hard, crime was all around you and who you were raised by. Marco had took you in and tried to show you the way to run a group. You still refused crime, holding onto the little streak of hope that you may get out of this life. You worked odd jobs and searched to find a steady income. You knew how to handle people, how to manipulate, sometimes you had to to get by.

The third year after Jason he felt like a happy memory from an old life. You became a bit closer with Marco’s gang. They took you in as their own and you seemed to have a place there. You worked two jobs and found yourself a cheap apartment. You began running small errands for the gang. You began to not mind the crime, but the hope of one day getting out of town was still deep in your mind. You wondered how Jason was doing, yet something in you thought he probably had never wondered how you were.

The sound of a loud car horn brought you out of your thoughts. You got up and turned off the tv. You grabbed your purse and ran off to work.

“I’m going home Deb,” you yell back before opening the door of the restaurant.

“Night!” the woman had said as you walked out and down the street.

You had stayed working later than usual which meant you had to walk home alone after dark. Anyone who had a brain knew that walking alone in Gotham at night was a bad idea if you didn’t have a weapon or bad intentions. You picked up your pace hoping that you could get home fast today.

You were nearly halfway home when you heard footsteps from close behind. Shit, you thought to yourself. You knew that you were in trouble. You picked up your pace and as you thought, so did the man behind you. You were defenseless and still had a few more blocks to get home.

You suddenly tried to break out into a run but the man grabbed you and pulled you into a nearby alley. You let out a scream and began kicking and screaming to get away from the man. The man covered your mouth and you bit his hand. He let out a grunt before hitting you and throwing you against the brick wall. He put his hand back over your mouth to muffle your screams. You kicked him but he refused to let you go. You kicked the man again and he fell back a bit.

“Help!” You scream and try to move away from the man.

The man grabs you again and pulls you back. You keep trying to fight back but he’s bigger than you. He overpowers you and moves you back. You knew how this goes, you’ve seen enough sick people doing sick things to know how this would end for you. You prayed that you would be let go of. You closed your eyes and some tears began to fall out.

There’s a sudden jolt when the man is ripped off of you. You slide down to the ground and cover your face. You hear what sounds like someone punching the man. You look up for a moment. There’s fast movements as you look up to see the vigilante in front of you kicking the man down.

The man grunts at every kick he receives and you hear the boy murmur, “Don’t. Touch. Her.”

You try to get up but fall back down to the ground. You groan as your muscles ache from the encounter. The vigilante looks over at you and stops his wrath on the man. He takes a moment to tie the man up before walking slowly over to you.

You shift back as he comes closer to you and he kneels down, “It’s okay (Y/N). Let’s get you home.”

He picks you up and helps you begin walking home. When you get on your feet it’s hard to even try and move them. He sweeps up your legs and carries you home. You’re stunned, your mind couldn’t comprehend what had happened in only a few minutes.

The man carries you into your apartment building, you made a note to yourself to remember that you had never told him where you lived. Your suspicions of who the man could be began rushing to your head. How did he know who you were? You thought he must have seen your I.D. Still you wondered why you felt as if you knew the masked man. You knew him by his alias, Robin. He was the sidekick to the infamous Batman. Still, his voice reminded you of someone you know.

He opens your apartment door and you make another note to remember to lock your door before you leave. He takes a moment to look around before putting you down on the bed/couch. The man looks over your body to find any wounds and checks to see if you have a concussion. You feel yourself get more and more drowsy after only a few minutes.

“It’s ok to feel tired. Your body was under a lot of stress. It happens after something like this occurs,” The man says and you nod lying your head down.

He stands up, “Well it looks like you only have a bruise on your wrist. Physically you should be fine. Mentally are you ok?”

You nod, “I feel fine. A bit stunned, but fine. Who are you?”

“Robin,” the man says and you see the hint of a smile on his face.

You hum, “Thank you.”

He nods at you, “Just doing my job. Sleep good (Y/N).”

He walks out of your apartment making sure to lock the door and disappears into the night.

The next day you tell Deb about your encounter last night. She listens worried for you, she asks if you’re alright and you reply with a yes. “But for some reason, it felt like I knew Robin.”

“Hm,” she says, “Maybe you do. You got any cute guys you go to school with who might be part time vigilantes?”

You laugh and shake your head, “Not that I’m aware of.”

You both laugh and you think about the idea.

A plate crashes on the ground as you come to a realization. He knew your name, he knew where you lived, and he was right there when you were almost attacked. Either that was the best luck that someone could have of that he for sure knew who you were. You assumed it was the later.

You weren’t dumb. You knew that something was up. You didn’t know many people your age, you didn’t get along with them. Gang members don’t double as vigilantes at night. So who could it be? Saying it out loud you thought it was an odd conclusion but it made sense in your head. Jason Todd.

It made so much sense. Your theory was that Batman found Jason and took him in and trained him to become Robin. This would explain why Bruce Wayne adopted Jason. Bruce is Batman.

“I have to leave early today Deb. Is that okay?”

“After what you went through yesterday go ahead honey.”

You nodded to her. Now you began your walk all the way to Wayne Manor.

You gulped when you looked up at the towering building in front of you. You stood in front of the gate that you had sneaked your way near to be able to talk to Jason. You hadn’t seen him in years and the thought that maybe the masked man wasn’t him would make him think you were insane. Maybe he didn’t even remember you but you had to give it a try. You had so much anger from all the questions you wanted answered and it was time to get your answers.

You pressed the button to tell someone that you were at the gate. You waited a moment when you heard an older man’s voice come through the speaker. “Hello Miss. How may I help you.”

It was odd, you realized you had never been called miss before, then again you’ve never been anywhere other than rough neighborhoods. You regained your thoughts and spoke, “Hi. I’m (Y/N), I’m here to see Jason?”

Your sentence came out more like a question, “Please hold dear.”

You stood looking around the outside of the gate waiting for the man to come back. You could not believe what you’re doing. What if you had the wrong mansion? What if Jason didn’t even know you existed?

“Please come in, Miss.”

You nod and the gates begin to open. You take a deep breath. You got this, you think to yourself, you’re just visiting a friend. You begin the walk up to your friend’s house.

Once you get up the stairs you ring the doorbell. You hear the loud ringing from outside. You look down at you feet for a moment and look back up when you hear a bell resonating through the house. The door opens and you hold your breath. You look at the boy in front of you, your mouth opening a bit.

“Jason,” you say and smile.

“(Y/N),” he moves out of the doorway and towards you. He hugs you tight, making you gasp for a moment.

“Oh,” you laugh at him, “Relax, it’s just me.”

He only holds you tighter. He was taller than before, taller than you now. His hair had grown out and he had a more muscular build. He didn’t look just like the young boy you remembered, something about him was different. You hear footsteps coming from the home and look up. Bruce Wayne. You’d never seen the man in person before. He wasn’t as scary as you were expecting, though your theory reminded you that he could be more dangerous than he seemed. You tap on Jason to let you go and he complies but keeps his hands on your arms, “It’s really you!”

You nod and look over at the man, Jason turns to see what you are looking at. He let’s go of your arms and lets out a laugh, “Sorry, Dad this is (Y/N), (Y/N) this is Bruce. My dad.”

You look at the cheerful boy and then at the man near him. You can’t help but smile, your anger subsiding. You stick your hand out, “It’s nice to meet you sir.”

The man nods, “You too. Jason has told me a lot about you.”

You let out a laugh, “Wish I could say the same back.”

Jason look at you with a look of concern. “Well. I’ll leave you two kids alone.”

“Nice meeting you,” You say as the man leaves the room.

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you. You turn to Jason and he looks at you. When he’s sees the look on your face his smile fades a bit, “So. What brings you here?”

“I,” you say, you begin to wonder why you were here, “I had questions.”

“What questions?”

You look up at him, “Why. Why did you never call me? Why did you never come back? Why you left me alone? Why you never came back? Why you wouldn’t talk to me? Why you acted like I was gone! God I have so many questions and all I want is to know why you left me all by myself?”

You sit down on the chair near you. Jason sits next to you, trying to hold onto your arm, you move it away. He sighs, “(Y/N) I never meant to hurt you. I- I- I want to tell you so much, but it’d be hard for you to understand.”

“I’m not some idiot Jason! I know it was you last night!”

He does quiet for a moment, “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb. I knew it was you last night. Your voice. You knew my name, where I lived, that my door is never locked. Jason I know you’re Robin. You know I’m not some kind of dumbass.”

He just looks at you in disbelief. You turn to look at him and he just looks at you. It takes a moment but a smile comes across his face. He laughs and you look at him confused. He hugs you, laying his head on you, “I’m an idiot (Y/N). Damn I’m an idiot.”

You take a moment and ruffle his hair, “You really are.”

“Three years (Y/N). Three years! God I’m an idiot!” He says and lays his body on the couch and head on your lap.

“You are. Why would you just leave me like that?” You say feeling more of past emotions coming back.

“I thought I was keeping you safe. If people knew you and I were hanging out people might hurt you. Use you against me. I didn’t want you to get hurt (Y/N). I was the only thing hurting you I guess.”

You hit his head lightly. You sigh and he looks up at you.

“Promise me,” you say looking into his eyes, “Promise me you won’t leave me like that.”

“I promise. I’ll never leave you again.”

This was long wow. I hope you guys liked it, I know it was kinda a shitty chapter. This is the calm before the storm mwahahaha. I have fall break so I’m uploading the second one either today or tomorrow. I’m ready ya’ll I hope you are too.

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hippogriffwhale · 7 years

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Apple Picking

Pairings: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Nothing really, super fluffy?

Summary: Reader gets team to go apple picking and learns something new.

This is my first fic on here. It’s kinda long so I really hope that whoever reads this likes me. I welcome all feedback!

Word Count: 1897

Autumn was your favorite time of year. You loved the change of color and the various activities that were available to do. One thing in particular that you loved to do was go apple picking. Coming from the northeast, apple picking was a treasured pastime for you.

As much as you loved it, it had been a few years since you had gone. In fact, you hadn’t gone since you were in your early teens, and you desperately wanted to revive a tradition. The tricky part was that you didn’t want to go alone, but you weren’t quite sure if any of the other Avengers would want to accompany you to an orchard.

You decided to pitch the idea at dinner that night.

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Everyone was gathered in the kitchen of the Avengers Tower, Steve had made dinner tonight. Spaghetti with garlic bread, the garlic butter made from scratch.

You’d never admit it, but you had a teeny, tiny, colossal crush on Captain America. What girl wouldn’t? That perfect smile, sleek blonde hair, dazzling blue eyes...it was enough to make anyone swoon. You blushed whenever he smile in your general direction, and turned away. He was your teammate, basically your boss. If that wasn’t enough, you didn’t think you had a chance. This was Captain America, not some average Joe.

Once everyone had a plate, you felt like it would be a good time to make known your thoughts.

“So...I was thinking about going apple picking. Does anyone want to come with me? It’ll be really fun!”

You were relieved that you seemed confident. Even though you had been a part of the Avengers for almost a year, they still made you nervous. You didn’t quite feel like you belonged. Everyone accepted you after they saw what you could do. The easiest way to describe your abilities was telekinesis. You could, with your mind, put up what some might call a force field, making bullets and other things unable to get to you and those within a close proximity. It had proved invaluable during your time with the team. And while you knew this, you still felt like you paled in comparison to people like Wanda and Steve and every other Avenger.

To your surprise, it took only a second for Wanda to gasp excitedly and say,

“Yes! We should all go. It would be so much fun! Then, when we get back with all of our apples, we could bake pies!”

Steve glanced at Y/N and could help but smile. She was so adorable. Especially when there was surprise and a smile on your face. Steve wanted to make you smile like that. He like you, a lot. It wasn’t long after you’d been introduced that he knew that he like you more than as a friend. You had this wonderful, pleasant personality that he craved to be around. You were shy but once you were comfortable with someone, you could let your wit shine and stories flow. Your sweet demeanor was intoxicating to Captain America. He wanted to hold your hand and kiss your cheek, but he was afraid. Yes, Steve Rogers, America’s hero was afraid to ask Y/N on a date. What if you rejected him? What if it embarrassed you? What if you pulled away from him? Steve didn’t want to risk that, so he forced himself to just be your friend.

“Yeah, that sounds really nice Y/N.” Steve smiled at you as he said this. Just that small gesture was enough to send your heart into a frenzy.

Everyone reached an excited consensus, they’d go apple picking this weekend.

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It was finally Saturday. You woke up early, too excited to stay asleep any longer. You were going apple picking...and the whole team was coming, and that was important to you, but it was especially important to you that Steve was coming too. This made your stomach flip and flutter.

You got dressed in your favorite skinny jeans and a cute T-shirt with a matching sweater and scarf complete with boots that made the outfit but were also comfortable. The fall wardrobe was another thing that made you love the season. While you checked yourself over in your mirror, you couldn’t help but hope that Steve, too, would like your outfit.

After another second, you went to the living room. You didn’t expect anyone to be awake. It was at least an hour and a half before the team would set off up north to the apple orchard. So it was surprising to find another up so early.

Bucky looked up and smiled at you. Without hesitation, you returned the gesture. Bucky and you were close. Though you had never outrightly told him about your crush, you knew that he knew. He never mentioned it, but he thought his two best friends were a great match. Steve and you were compatible. Bucky wanted the two of you to realize this and finally get together, and today might be a good day to do something about it.

The two of you sat on the couch and conversed comfortably. Not too long after more people trickled into the living room, ready to go.

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After grabbing stuff to eat in the car and food for a picnic at the orchard, everyone went to the garage. Since there were quite a few people going, two cars needed to be used. Tony, Bruce, Wanda, Vision and Sam rode in one car. You, Steve, Bucky and Natasha rode in the other, a four seat sports car that Natasha loved. Natasha drove and Bucky immediately rushed into the passenger seat, leaving you and Steve to squish into the back together.

It was close quarters. Your left leg brushed Steve’s. You blushed and tried to make yourself smaller. All you wanted to do leave your leg where it was, but you didn’t want Steve to feel uncomfortable.

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An hour into the two and half hour trip, you started to feel sleepy. Before you knew it, you started to drift off. This is when your head softly fell onto the shoulder of one Captain America. When he felt that gentle pressure, he couldn’t help but smile adoringly at you. He could stay like that forever. It was too soon when the car pulled into the parking lot by the orchard.

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When the car came to a stop, you woke up. You felt something on your cheek and turned to see what you had fallen asleep on. You turned your head to look at what it was. When you realized that it was the shoulder of the blonde super soldier, you bolted up in your seat with red cheeks. Barely looking at Steve, you quietly stammered an apology and tried to get out of the car. For some reason you were having trouble undoing your seatbelt.

Steve thought it was the sweetest thing he’d ever seen. He chuckled and told you not to worry about falling asleep on him and helped you with your buckle.

You offered a small smile and got out of the vehicle. Steve did too and went around to your side and walked next to you on your way to the admission stand.

Bucky noticed this and smirked at his friends. He might just be able to get the two of you together after all.

Natasha noticed this too and thought to herself,

It’s about time.

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Once everyone was in the apple grove, they paired off to pick apples. Wanda and Vision walked toward a tree together. Tony and Bruce walk towards another while chatting about their latest experiment. Bucky and Natasha grabbed sam and went yet another way. This left only you and Steve.

Steve grinned and said,

“So, where do you want to start Y/N?”

Blushing again, you looked at your feet and said,

“You can pick, Steve.”

He chuckled again and thought for a moment.

She is the sweetest person I’ve ever met. I have to tell her how I feel. Even if she doesn’t feel the same way, she needs to know.

Steve said,

“How about we walk around and look for the perfect tree?”

You shyly said,

“Okay, sounds good.”

So the two of you set off around the rather large orchard. You were nervous. You weren’t often alone in a cute setting with an attractive super hero. After a few minutes of silent walking, Steve broke the silence.

“So, how often do you go apple picking?”

You briefly glanced at the super soldier before replying,

“I used to go all the time when I was a kid, but it’s been awhile.”

For the next few minutes you told him stories of your past experiences with this activity. When you finished, you looked at Steve again. He was looking at you differently than you had ever noticed before. You couldn’t help but look at your feet again and smile.

Suddenly, Steve spoke,

“Y/N, I need to tell you something.”

Your heart stopped.

What does he want to tell me? Does he want me off the team? Did I do something wrong?

You couldn’t help but imagine the worst. Steve continued,

“You are the sweetest, most adorable person I have ever known. I can help but smile when I think of you. When you smile, I’m pretty sure the sun becomes envious. I like you, Y/N. I want to be more than friends.”

Steve was a bit breathless when he finished. It didn’t show, but internally, he was freaking out. He had just declared his feelings for you and he was unsure of what you were going to say.

You were shocked. A million thoughts raced around your head.

Did he just say that? Did Steve Rogers just say he likes me? What’s happening?!

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You came back to your senses and looking at the man in front of you. You didn’t know what to say. However, your body reacted on its own. Before you knew it, you tenderly took his face in your hands and brought his lips to yours.

Steve wasted no time in reacting to the kiss. One hand went to your back to pull you closer and the other cupped your cheek. Finally, when both of you were breathless, you broke apart.

Finding an ounce of confidence, you smirked and said,

“I hope that answers any questions you might have about what I’m feeling.”

Steve laughed,

“I’m not sure, maybe you should reiterate.”

He brought you in for another kiss. Although, this time it was cut short by a throat clearing. The team had found the two of you and standing nearby. Steve and you sprang out of your embrace and blushed simultaneously. Everyone was smiling and Bucky said,

“Finally, you have no idea how frustrating it is to see you both pine for each other. Although now we have to worry about walking in on something like this.”

Steve laughed while calling his friend a punk.

The rest of the Avengers started laughing two as you all walked back to the other trees and resumed apple picking.

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After a great day at the orchard, you and Steve were sitting in the back of the small sports car again. This time, his arm was around you as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Apple picking really was one of your favorite activities.

#steve rogers #steve x reader #mcu #captain america #fluffy steve

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brittanyyoungblog · 5 years

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100+ Love Quotes for Her: Cute, Romantic Quotes She’ll Love

There are relationships, then there’s true love. You’re with someone new, and it’s different. Or maybe, you’ve been together for years. Either way, it’s deep, exciting, special. You want to pour your guts out to her. Maybe you have already. If you’re having trouble putting words to your feelings, don’t worry—most people do.

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Life is a game and true love is a trophy.

—Rufus Wainwright

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

—Friedrich Nietzsche

To witness two lovers is a spectacle for the gods. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe You’re not looking for perfection in your partner. Perfection is all about the ego. With soulmate love, you know that true love is what happens when disappointment sets in – and you’re willing to deal maturely with these disappointments.

—Karen Salmansohn

Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time.

—Maya Angelou

Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply. Zane Grey A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

—Ingrid Bergman

The course of true love never did run smooth.

—William Shakespeare

I love you more than my own skin.

—Frida Kahlo

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

—Victor Hugo

Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you. Love me and I may be forced to love you.

—William Arthur Ward

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

—Christopher Marlowe

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

—Francois de La Rochefoucauld

The thing is that love gives us a ringside seat on somebody else’s flaws, so of course you’re gonna spot some things that kinda need to be mentioned. But often the romantic view is to say, ‘If you loved me, you wouldn’t criticise me.’ Actually, true love is often about trying to teach someone how to be the best version of themselves.

—Alain de Botton

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

—Helen Keller True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does. —Torquato Tasso

We’ve got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can’t just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it’s going to get on by itself. You’ve got to keep watering it. You’ve got to really look after it and nurture it.

—John Lennon

Love is friendship set on fire.

—Jeremy Taylor

Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars. Gilbert Parker True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

—Honore de Balzac

The things that we love tell us what we are.

—Thomas Aquinas

I love you—I am at rest with you—I have come home.

—Dorothy L. Sayers

Love is the beauty of the soul.

—Saint Augustine

To me, a forever love is a bond that can’t be broken.

—Nick Cannon

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

—Oscar Wilde

With love and patience, nothing is impossible.

—Daisaku Ikeda

Love and a red rose can’t be hid.

—Thomas Holcroft

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

—Lord Byron

True love, to me, is when she’s the first thought that goes through your head when you wake up and the last thought that goes through your head before you go to sleep.

—Justin Timberlake

Loyalty and devotion lead to bravery. Bravery leads to the spirit of self-sacrifice. The spirit of self-sacrifice creates trust in the power of love.

—Morihei Ueshiba

The giving of love is an education in itself.

—Eleanor Roosevelt

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.

—Emily Dickinson

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.

—Bruce Lee Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

—Percy Bysshe Shelley

Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.

—Friedrich Nietzsche

We loved with a love that was more than love.

—Edgar Allan Poe

Love is the silent saying and saying of a single name.

—Mignon McLaughlin

Maybe true love isn’t out there for me, but I can sublimate my loneliness with the notion that true love is out there for someone.

—Roxane Gay

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else. —George Bernard Shaw

Love is my religion – I could die for it.

—John Keats

True love lasts forever.

—Joseph B. Wirthlin

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

—Erich Fromm

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

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