#like being almost free use with Bucky Nat and Steve

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Playboy ways

A/N: This is for the lovely anon who asked for this specific prompt - “Come on, Tony Stark, show me your playboy ways.” Hope you enjoy reading this one. Leave a heart, comment or reblog if you did.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Ex-wife! Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, and angst.

Word count: 2.1k

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It all started off when he walked into your home with that slut of a woman. It was typical for him post your divorce, you’d scoffed at the bouncy blonde who giggled in the most irritating manner at everything Stark said.

The audacity of the man to traipse in with his latest fling angered you beyond anything. He was doing it to get that very reaction which he was getting at that moment.

You were hosting brunch at your new home, the one you had bought all on your own after you and Tony separated. It felt incredibly overwhelming to start over but you also realized how much you needed it. That didn’t mean you didn’t miss your ex-husband from time to time. You did.

He seemed to have moved on pretty okay by the looks of it. Then again, the man had a reputation before you started dating. It wouldn’t have been a fish out of water situation for him exactly.

The team had arrived on time, except for one. You knew he liked to make an entrance. And that infuriating bastard had the balls to show up with a plus one without checking with you first. Sure it had been a year and he was free to do whatever he wanted, but this was your house, and your rules applied.

Nat squeezed your hand reassuringly as you glared daggers at the pair, noticing the tight grip on your wine glass.

“Do you want me to go talk to him?” She asked, stepping in your line of vision.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll do it.” You huffed, finishing your wine before excusing yourself. If you could, you would drag both their asses out of your house.

He was busy chatting with Steve and Bucky with the blonde attached to his arm.

“Y/N! We haven’t spoken in forever. Do join us.” Tony piped, while the girl eyed you from top to bottom, sizing you up with a look of mild disdain.

“Glad you made it, Stark. And your friend.” You offered a fake smile, which nobody bought.

“Great house, Y/N.” Steve offered kindly, uncomfortable with the air of discomfort.

“Yeah, love what you’ve done to the place.” Bucky stepped in, giving your shoulder a friendly squeeze.

“Thank you guys. I’ll give you a tour later but first, I need a word with you, Tony.” You stared directly at him, causing him to clear his throat awkwardly and give you a firm nod.

Just as you were about to leave, you saw the girl tagging along with her arms wrapped around your ex-husband.

“Uh, I'd like to have a word with him in private. If you don’t mind.”

“But I’m his girlfriend.” She chirped, making you almost scoff but you stopped yourself from reacting.

“We used to be married.”

That seemed to have shut her up as her hands dropped to her sides. This was brand new information for her, you realized, rolling your eyes as you began making your way towards your bedroom upstairs.

Hearing the click of the door behind you, you felt Tony’s overbearing presence, turning around to face him while taking a deep breath to ground yourself.

“The house looks pretty good, Y/N. It screams you.” Tony smiled, looking around the space, as if analyzing what parts of your personality he could see.

“You didn’t tell me you were bringing a date, Tony. A head’s up would’ve been appreciated.” Your tone was flat as you crossed your arms over your chest, staring at the man whose eyes immediately landed on yours as you spoke.

“I’m…sorry?”

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“Are you really? The invite was supposed to be just us. The team.”

He shrugged, stepping closer and letting his eyes wander down your body. You hated the fact that he still had the same effect on you as he did all those years ago. Your skin flushed as his eyes raked down your lips, your neck, the dress that teased just enough of your breasts without being too revealing.

“You have a wine stain on that dress, by the way. You’re gonna have to take it off.” He murmured, ignoring what you’d said completely.

He was right.

A stray drop of wine had made itself known right above your left breast, a purple-ish red mark prominent against the light coloured fabric.

You went into your en-suite, trying to wipe it off fruitlessly. Groaning in frustration, you pulled the dress over your head and threw it in the hamper, well aware of the fact that your ex-husband was probably getting a good show.

“Hey how about that red dress I got you?” He suggested, snooping around in your closet as if he owned the place.

“How about don’t snoop in my closet? Try respecting someone’s privacy for once.”

You gave him a nudge, wearing only your underwear, feeling his burning gaze on your back.

“Ouch.”

“How come there’s no picture of us?” Tony wondered out loud, pointing to the several frames you had hanging on the wall adjacent to the bed. There were many with your family, your cousins, the entire team, a few with the supersoldiers who had been your best friends.

“You really want me to hang a picture of us just to be reminded how much of a mess the whole thing was?” You said bitterly, seeing hurt flash across his face for a moment. It made your heart pang guiltily.

“Are you saying there’s not one fond memory you’d like to keep?”

His question made you pause, your heart twisted in pain as your mind flooded with a whole bunch of memories you had pushed down for the sake of your sanity.

“I—why are we doing this now? I came here to tell you that the girl stuck to your side is unwelcome in my house. So please take her and fuck off.”

Your voice wavered slightly as you spoke, finally picking out the same red dress Tony had mentioned earlier before storming in the bathroom.

Tony was quick to follow on your steps, stopping you from slamming the door on him. He grabbed your shoulders and backed you up against the vanity counter.

“What?”

“So angry, Y/N. I still find that so fucking hot.” He murmured, his face inches away from yours, his intoxicating scent was overwhelming to your senses.

“Typical Stark.” You rolled your eyes, trying to push him away but he didn’t budge. Instead, he chose to press you further against the marble counter, all of his body brushing yours, making his erection meet your heated core.

“I hate you.” You glared, wishing your body wouldn’t react the way it did to his infuriating man.

“Right back at ya.”

Tony grabbed your face and slanted his lips on yours, taking you by surprise at the intensity of the kiss.

He coaxed your mouth open and plunged his tongue inside, sucking onto yours with such force it bordered on pain and pleasure. Your fingers tugged on his hair sharply, making him grunt.

A heady mix of champagne, berries and that unmistakable hint of coffee that comprised all that was Tony took over your body like no time had passed. You moaned against his lips as his hips moved on their own accord, teasing you as you felt his clothed cock against your thin, panty-covered core that was growing wetter with every passing second.

His lips trailed down your neck, nipping at your warm skin all while his hands slid down your body, tracing every curve and dip like he remembered. Finally stopping between your legs, he teased his finger over your panties, finding them damp with your eagerness.

“I’m starting to believe you’ve missed me, Y/N.” he grinned, pulling them aside to expose you to him.

“I will slap that smug grin off your face, Stark.” You muttered, sounding out of breath just from the kissing.

“Do it. You know I love it when you’re rude.” He peeled the fabric off of you, letting it dangle around your ankles before slipping two fingers inside you without warning.

“You’re impossible.” You gasped at the intrusion, the stretch of his fingers achingly familiar.

“Mmhmm. Your impossible ex-husband, kiss my neck.”

Tony ordered urgently, his hips stuttering against your palm as you stroked him over his pants.

You obliged, but grazed your teeth against his skin to give him a little bite, making him cuss under his breath.

With wanton need, you unbuckled his belt and rid him of his pants, giving him a few slow pumps. You smirked as Tony let out a needy whine when you left his weeping cock.

“Missed me huh?”

You blinked innocently, the reaction only lasted a few seconds because Tony abruptly made you turn around and bent you over the counter. Your heart thudded against your ribcage, breath erratic as you waited for him to do something. You were getting impatient, your cheek pressed against the cold surface while his hands trailed down your spine, leaving goose pimples in their wake.

Growing antsier by the minute, you wiggled your hips back, hoping he’d get the hint. A sharp sting pinched your buttcheek as his palm landed on the soft flesh, making you cry out loud. One followed the other, making you clench around nothing as you bore the brunt of his punishment.

“I still own this body, don’t I?” He whispered, caressing your cheeks tenderly. You bit your bottom lip, thinking just how immediately your inner voice had answered ‘yes’ to that question.

“Answer me, sweetheart.”

Shaking your head, you decided to defy him some more. When you didn’t answer, he lined himself up against your entrance, gathering your slick on his length before slamming into you until he bottomed out.

“Liar.” His whisper traveled straight to your core, clamping around his length as he continued with his agonizing pace.

Living with Tony Stark had never been easy. The man lived a life that hardly anyone could comprehend. You tried. Unfortunately it got to a point where you had to choose, and you chose to step away and focus on your wellbeing. You were still to forgive him for what he put you through.

Still, the passion and love you felt for the man hadn’t fizzled out. Maybe now it had morphed into something else, and you certainly weren’t complaining. If anything, the man was an absolute freak in bed. And you knew things were cloudy and perhaps morally grey, yet you still hadn’t learnt to resist the man.

Letting out a frustrated groan, you looked over your shoulder as Tony refused to move.

“What? Are you afraid I’ll break? Come on Tony, show me your playboy ways.”

That seemed to flip a switch in him. Grabbing both your hands roughly, he held them behind your back, dragging his cock out of your snug walls and pushed back in, brutally. He began thrusting in and out of your heat with such intensity, the surface of the counter dug into your skin, bruising it.

“Is this what you wanted?” He panted, gripping your hair with the other hand, spearing into you as he spoke.

“I think it is what you wanted. You kissed me, remember?” You countered, mewling when he slapped your butt once again.

“Didn’t throw me out, did you?”

“I still can’t stand your stubborn ass.” You bit your lip hard enough to hurt as he continued pounding into you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Me neither, sweetheart.”

His cock hit all the right spots going in, making you see stars. You couldn’t do much other than take all that he was giving you, completely at his mercy. He felt your thighs twitch, knowing instantly you were close.

Leaving your hair momentarily, Tony reached around to rub your clit in circles to speed up your orgasm, never stopping his ministrations as you came hard around his length, screaming loud enough for people to hear.

He wasn’t far along, your walls clenched around him desperately, making him twitch inside and pull out in time to paint his cum on your lower back.

Still the gentleman, he cleaned you up and helped you dress, not speaking a word as reality set in.

“So…are you going to kick her out or should I?” Your voice had turned softer now, as you got dressed, fixing your hair and makeup as best as you could.

“You do it, please. I’d rather watch.”

[last-herondale]

Almost Pt. 2

Bucky POV (W/ FemReader)

Angst, heartbreak, sadness

Tw: some mild curse words

AN: Hellooooo. I had an idea for a part two! Two fics in one week? Who do I think I am? 😳 anyway here is Bucky’s point of view on what happened after part one! Will link below! Maybe this will be a new series? Idk feeling ambitious 🤣

Part 1

Part 3

Enjoy 🤘🏼

It had been six weeks since Steve’s party. Six agonizing weeks of silence. Forty-two days of not hearing your voice. One thousand and eight hours of not seeing you smile at my stupid jokes. Sixty thousand, four hundred, and eighty minutes of not seeing the light dance in your eyes whenever you saw me enter the room. Three million, six hundred thousand twenty eight, and eight hundred seconds since I saw you walk away from me during that party after confessing your love for me.

You said you needed time. I respected that. I understood that.

After you bared your soul to me, I told you what I thought you needed to hear. That I wasn’t good enough for you. That you deserved better. It was difficult to stand there and see the light die from your eyes as I said these things. It was painful to see you cry, knowing that I had been the one to cause you that pain. But it was devastating for me to realize that despite how much I loved you, how much I cared for you, that the words I said were still true. Agonizingly so.

I expected that this type of honesty would destroy our friendship. Even though I still held out hope in my selfish mindset that we could continue on like we had in the past. Spending our free nights together, laughing, joking, having fun together, sharing memories, crying, hugging, everything we used to do…

But of course, those dreams had not come into fruition.

When you volunteered to be shipped out of the country for a mission the day after Steve’s party, I knew it was to get away from me. And despite my frustration and worry about you leaving on some dangerous mission without me in the state you were in, Steve assured me that you would be fine. He didn’t know the extent of what happened, but Steve being the inquisitive son of a bitch he is, he was able to connect some of the dots at least. Surprisingly he didn’t lecture or judge me. I was expecting to get an earful from him about how I treated you, led you on, and hurt your feelings, but in return I got nothing.

The mission was only supposed to last for two weeks, but as the days grew longer, the whole team was on edge when the two of you didn’t return. Steve kept communications with Tony, and he would pass along the messages to the rest of us. “They hit a snag. They are safe but they are bunking down for a bit.”

I felt like I was on pins and needles. I just needed to know you were safe, that you were okay. I must have looked worse for wear around the tower, because even Nat noticed and had a conversation with me in my room. It was a little strange. Having her back in my apartment, alone, her fiery gaze still as piercing as it was when we were together. But those feelings I held for her were gone. Something else lingered there, a fondness for the time we had, but nothing more.

I knew she was your best friend, so I assumed you told her everything about what happened at the party, but when she came into my apartment with a stern gaze on me, arms crossed and all, all she said was.

“I don’t know what happened the other night at Steve’s party, but you need to stop moping and get a grip.”

“I’m fine. Stay out of it,” I said with an icy tone.

Nat just rolled her eyes and jabbed a finger at me. “If you don’t feel anything for her, then stay away or get your shit together. She cares about you too much to walk away from you, Bucky.” Nat’s voice grew softer as she thought of you. “Whenever she comes back, and she will come back, she needs to heal. She cannot continue to be your emotional support puppet. It's draining her, James. Every time she returns from hanging out with you I see less and less of her return. She cannot continue to give you all of her heart when she is receiving none of it back.

“So for her sake, please, let her go.”

It was a hard thing to hear, but it was necessary. I stopped driving myself mad with when you would return. It was difficult, maddeningly so, but after another week I was able to distract myself enough with other things… other people. I did a few missions here and there, nothing that took me out of the country, but it filled some of the time I had to think about you.

I spent time with Nadia, the girl I had gone on a few dates with, the girl I had broken your heart over. Our relationship was purely physical. She was another distraction, someone to pass the time with. She didn’t seem to mind the distance I put between us. We weren’t exclusive by any means, and she was free to explore all of her options, but that was as far as that would go. Not that I could ever tell you this, even though I wanted to.

That was the shittiest part of it all. I missed you. Constantly. I missed talking with you about every single part of my day. I missed hearing about your day, or the silly little thoughts that swirled in your curious head. I missed spending my weekends with you, staying up until the sun rose, seeing you curled up in a ball on my couch, sleeping so peacefully. The ache in my chest never ceased, but I was able to drown away the thought of you for moments at a time.

And then you returned.

It was like a blow to the heart, seeing you standing in the kitchen, casually making yourself a bowl of cereal. Your skin seemed tanner than when you left. Clearly you had been somewhere where the sun kissed your skin for long periods of time. You looked beautiful, even just in your morning casual wear. You hadn’t noticed me yet. I was frozen in the entryway, trying to think of something intelligible to say to you, when Steve walked in through the other way. He too had not noticed me yet, his skin also sunkissed and a bit long.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before any sound could come out, I watched as my best friend slid his arms around your waist, turned you around in a swift and gentle motion, and kissed you. Ice filled my veins and it felt as if a rock had dropped in my stomach. I staggered backwards a bit, hiding myself more in the darkness of the archway as I saw the scene unfold.

Steve was kissing you. His hands were gentle around your waist, and although you were taken by surprise in the moment, you stood on your toes to be more on his level. You cupped his face and smiled. You were smiling. You looked…happy.

I slipped away back down the hallway and into my room before I could see more. The image of my best friend kissing the love of my life was burned into my mind. I sat on my bed in a disgruntled mess, fighting the strange waves of feelings that were swirling in my body.

You were finally back. You were safe. At that I was able to release the tension in my chest that I had been holding since you left. And then… Steve. What had changed during those six weeks you were gone? Was it serious? Did you love him? Did he love you? These questions paced back and forth inside of my brain until I was nearly dizzy.

It was the memory of Nat’s voice that stuck out amongst my own thoughts. “Let her go.”

You had been happy in that kitchen. Steve was a good man, too good to play with someone’s feelings if he didn’t truly feel something for them. Steve was good for you. That’s what I wanted, wasn’t it? The reason why I broke your heart in the first place? To set you free to find someone that would love you in all the ways I was incapable of doing. Why was I mad that you had done that? Why did I want to punch Steve for kissing you?

I clenched my fists as I sat on the bed. My body shook with so much emotion. In the torental storm that was my mind, I tried to focus on one memory. The only one that mattered. That night on the balcony. You had stood there, hair swirling in the breeze, more beautiful than the night sky. And you said it.

“I’m in love with you.”

The words calmed me. The memory of that night grounded me. Your tears. Your sadness. Your anger. I caused that. “I’m in love with you.” That is what you told me. And even though I wanted to scream it back, to shout it from the roof that I loved you too, instead I denied you. I threw it back in your face to save you from what I am. I hurt you, and this was my punishment. Seeing you pick up the pieces of that love that I shattered and give it to someone who would nurture that love.

I sat there thinking and thinking, until my head was pounding. I laid down on my bed, the image of you kissing someone else burning in my head.

“I’m in love with you too,” I muttered to myself.

Then, as tears began to silently fall down my face, I began to laugh.

[sosa2imagines]

Misunderstanding. Part 2.

Warnings- Angst, ex being mean, misjudgment. Slight assualt, Steve being mean, kissing another person. -----------------------------------------------------

Tony's parties are always extravagant, endless drinks, lots of food and strangers ready to show off and flirt. Especially with Steve and Bucky. Bucky? You don't mind, Nat can take care of him. But Steve? Hell no! stay the fuck away from him.

You wore a nice blue gown with slit in the side, pairing it along with the chain Steve gifted you.

As you went down to the party hall, you saw everyone was looking glamorous. Nat was fierce as always, Bucky and Thor dashing, Sam looking handsome in his suit, Wanda breathtakingly beautiful, Tony as usual stunning.

But your eyes were locked on one man. The Captain, looking hot in dark navy-blue suit. You thanked all the holy things, that you both were matching tonight. His eyes find yours and a small smile comes on his face, but he is distracted by someone. That smile made you forget about your little incident in the bedroom, maybe you misread him? maybe you both can talk about it? 

“Y/N!!!” Thor yells “You look lovely. May I know where you found a such pretty dress? So, I may buy one for my Jane.” Adorable Thor always melts your heart. He is literally a kid, man child. “Thor I would love to help you, even you look dashing…” he blushes at your compliment and pouts “Thank you.”

You were smiling, when you turn your gaze back at Steve, you caught Steve's eyes. But this time he was giving you a stoic look, like he is irritated. You try to think to yourself, what made him angry?

As you were thinking, you heard your name being called. “Kid you look lovely” you turn around and saw Tony smiling at you. “Thanks Tony” you smile. “So what do you think?” He raises his brows, expecting a nice answer. “Nice party. Nothing to big and people only we know.” you smirk, making him roll his eyes at you. “Yeah you wanted nothing fancy, so your wish is my command...” he smiles and this time you roll your eyes at him.

“Just few people, only we know?” “Our mutant friends are here…” before Tony could finish rest of his sentence, bunch of drunk laughter distracted you both. Steve was one of them.

 But he can't get drunk, so that means he was drinking something else. Something special from Asgard. You had no problem with that. But the people or should you say one particular person, he was hanging with was a problem.

“You said mutant friends!” “Yes I did…” “He is not..!” “I know and I swear I did not invite him!!!” “Mutant friends means he is invited Tons!” “Shit Steve was working with Charles, he must have invited Erik.” “Steve is drinking asgardian drink with my ex Tons!” “I hate him as much as you do…” “Tons we need to stop Steve and get him the fuck away from Erik!” Tony nods and you both went to get Steve.

“Steve lets go” you hold his arm, trying to pull him away. Steve just looked at you, yanking his arm free and took another sip of his drink. This was a perfect opportunity for Erik to open his drunk mouth. “Y/n still the same. Won't let others have a good time.” he smirked, taking a sip of his own drink. “Erik still the same prick.” You roll your eyes, keeping your focus on Steve. Tony right behind you.

“You know? I can lift her without touching.” Erik smirks, talking to an almost getting drunk Steve. “No ways” Steve gasp, looking at him in awe. “Ok you need to slow down Capsicle!” Tony interrupts, trying to get things in control. “No Tony! You need to stop.” Steve whines and looks back at Erik, “Erik show us your trick...” Steve begs and Erik laughs, as he uses his mutation on your chain to lift you up in the air.

Steve and Erik just laugh. Tony was trying his best to get you down. “Say please darling…” Erik hisses, looking at you like a predator.

You close your eyes and try to ignore the joke being made out of you. Tony pushes Erik aside, causing him distraction. Making you fall on the ground. Tony helps you, to stand up and you quickly ran to the balcony.

“You drunk idiot! Can’t you see what this jerk is trying to do?” Tony yells at Steve, getting angry for insulting you. “Tony you are no fun!” Steve mumbles. “You need to apologize now!” Tony tells him, but Steve just shakes his head no and leaves. 

On the balcony, you were trying to ease your mind. Letting the cool breeze do its magic, of making you forget all that happened so far.

But guess more insults were written for you tonight. Erik came right behind you.

“Hello love.”

A chill ran down your spine, hearing his voice, calling you with the nickname, making you want to puke.

“Don't call me that.” You snap at him. “Why not, love?” he teases. “Erik please leave me alone” “Why you always prefer me near you…” he smirks getting closer.

You try to leave, but he blocks your path coming way too close to comfort. “Erik what are you doing?” “Don't tell me you don't want this? I have seen, how that guy has been treating you.” “You have known him for few days, you have no idea how he is, as a person.” You defend Steve, no matter what you both are going through at the moment, Steve has always treated you like a queen. How dare anyone assume anything bad about him?

“Just go away…mmm?” Erik brushes his lips against yours, going in for a kiss. It takes you by surprise. But you are quick to push him, giving him a tight slap. This angers Erik. He uses his mutation, to pull you off the ground, making you choke. The lock of the chain starts burning your skin, you knew it would leave a huge bruise, if you manage to survive that is.

“Erik stop I can't breathe” your voice is barely a whisper, but too drunk and angry he ignores your pleas.

Thank god, for Tony and Thor who came just in time. Thor tackles Erik to the floor, making you fall, coughing for oxygen supply. “Thor take her inside I will deal with him.” Tony tells him. Thor nods before going to pick you, but you gently tell him not to. “Thor I..I can walk..” you tell him.

He gives you a soft smile and holds your hand and your waist to support you to walk. As you both went inside, Thor makes you sit on the couch “Sit I'll get you some water…” he tells you, giving your forehead a kiss. You smile, grateful for his caring nature.

Little did you know; Steve was watching you and Thor. Since he didn’t know what has happened. He made his own calculation, based on his jealousy and drunken state. He saw the bruise on your neck. So, he adds one on one, creating an assumption of his own.

You were looking around, hoping to find Steve. As your gaze finally spot him, you saw Steve looking at you with anger. You furrow your brows in confusion, but something catches your eyes. Your gaze shifted, to the woman next to him. It was Laurie, Andy Barber’s wife, one of Tony’s attorney.

She was literally standing way to close to Steve, almost stuck like a superglue. She was flirting with him, moving her hands all over his upper body. She sees where Steve was staring. She smirks at you grabbing Steve's face as they both kiss.

Your body freezes seeing what was happening. Steve the man you love, who won't do anything bad even by mistake, was making out with someone else. You couldn’t even breathe. Like someone is drowning you in the pool. Your vision was getting blurred with tears, yet the image of them kissing was like a punch in the gut.

Thor came to you with a glass of water. As he touched your shoulder to get your attention, you broke form the frozen state. You just ran towards your bedroom, with Thor hot on his heels right behind you.

As you escape the scene, you couldn’t know what was really happening.

Truth is, Steve was slowly getting bit sober, but still drunk when Laurie grabbed his face. He did turn around to look at her, but he never intended to kiss her. She just pushed herself on Steve, making it look like the kiss was mutual and equally passionate.

Steve did push her away and looked at your direction. But by that time, you were already heading out, with Thor following behind you, making Steve angrier.

He had others thing to focus upon right now. “What the hell are you doing?” Steve yells at Laurie, she just seductively smiles at him, “Come on don't be shy you liked it...” “No I did not!”  “You were not minding me flirting with you, so what happened now? Scared of your girlfriend?” she asks in disbelief, trying to provoke him. “I was not even listening to a word you were saying, and I'm not scared of her, I love her!” It was the truth Steve was not scared of you, he was scared of losing you. He loves you a lot and he would rather die, than losing you.

“Are you kidding me?” she yells at him, feeling dejected. “No!” Steve answers, truthfully. “You are pathetic!” “Maybe, but I'm not cheating on my partner, go back to Andy please.” He pleads and Laurie scoffs, leaving him alone.

When Steve heads back to your share room, he stops in his tracks, when he sees you and Thor talking.

Thor had managed, to calm you down. Even though you didn’t tell him about Steve. You were grateful, he didn’t ask any questions.

“Are you sure you are fine?” “Yes I'm fine just tired...” “Y/n you can tell me anything, you know that right?” “Yes Thor.” you smile, happy to have a friend like him.

As Thor and you hug each other, Steve clenches his fists in rage.

“I'll see you tomorrow, good night Y/n” Thor smiles, before heading out of your room. “See you tomorrow. Don't be late, good night Thor.”

Thor leaves but stops to talk to Steve “Take care of her my friend, she is precious.” Thor winks at Steve and leaves. Steve locks the door behind him, giving you an arrogant look.

“Now Thor is going to tell me to take care of you?” “He was being nice, Steve.” “Yeah right he is always nice to you.” Steve rolls his eyes. “He is nice to everyone, what's wrong with you?” “What's wrong with me? What is wrong with you huh?” He yells on your face.

“Steve you are clearly still drunk, let's talk in the morning when you have sobered. I'm tired too.” “Of course... Thor made you tired.” He scoffs. “Excuse me? What the hell does that mean Steve?” “It is, what it exactly is Y/n! I'm not blind, I saw you two hugging every minute, that hickey on your neck, what is it huh?”

“Steve! You are crossing the limits; you are drunk let's not talk anymore.” You plead, but Steve is not in the mood to listen. “I want to talk! And what are you going to say? You can't hide what is visible to the eye...”

“How dare you assume I’m cheating on you? I love you and only you, till my very last breath! Thor was just comforting me like a friend. We did nothing wrong, behind anyone's back and as for the mark? You can thank your new friend Erik for that! And unlike you Steve I did not kiss someone else.”

“Yeah she was beautiful.” He says out loud, without even thinking, how you might feel. Your mind goes in the dark region, your insecurities tying to come out.

 You slammed the bedroom door hard and went to sleep in the lounge which was thankfully empty. You cried yourself to sleep, while the argument and drinking took a toll on Steve. He ended up sleeping in his suit, collapsing on the bed straightaway.

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[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

Eucalyptus

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, cursing, innuendos

Summary: gardening, and someone showed Bucky tik tok

You loved gardening, your boyfriend on the other hand…he definitely did not have a green thumb, that’s for sure. You once left him in charge of your plants while you were on a mission and he killed them all, even the cactus, you were only gone for 3 days.

You had gone to the nursery (plant store) to look around and find a new plant for your garden in the back of the compound. Your garden was enjoyed by everyone, they all loved being able to go out and sit on the bench you had in there, and relax, let all their past bad experiences melt away. It was like the team’s own secret hideout from the world. You came back from the store super excited to show the team your new finds.

“Honey! Can you please come help me get the plants out of the car,” you asked your boyfriend, Bucky. “Of course doll, let me go grab Steve and he can help us too.” After bringing all the plants to the garden the team had come out to see what would be added to the special hideaway.

Natasha, believe it or not, was one of the most excited about the new additions, especially when she saw one specific plant. “Is that, Dagestanian Spleenwort?” She was wide eyed and almost tearing up. “Bless you…?” Tony answered, confused at the long, hard to pronounce name. “Dagestanian Spleenwort,” you responded, “a fern usually only found in Russia but they had one at the store I went to and I thought it would look nice.” Nat smiled softly and went to touch the fern. “Back in the Red Room they had a bunch of these outside in the outdoor training area, I would spend the little free time I had hiding in the plants, they gave me a feeling of comfort.” You set a hand on your friend’s shoulder, “I’ll be sure to take extra care of it, and you can help me if you’d like.” Natasha nodded and you went through more of the plants you had bought.

“I also got a lemon tree for that bare space in the corner,” you continued. “We can make lemonade!” Thor shouted excitingly, it was one of his favorite Midgardian drinks. Everyone chuckled and you agreed that yes, you could make lemonade. After you had finished saying all the stuff you’d gotten everyone went back to what they were doing beforehand, leaving you to plant your new plants. Bucky stayed back a minute to say goodbye, but was surprised when you told him to wait for a minute.

You ran out to your car and grabbed one final, secret plant you had gotten. “What is that doll?” Bucky was very curious at the bushel of green you held in your hand. “I found some Eucalyptus at the store for only $2!” “Eucalyptus dick,” Bucky shouted. You just stared at him in shock. “Eucalyptus dick!” He doubled down on the joke. “Honey, who showed you tik tok?” You asked with a slight smirk at the idea of your 107 year old boyfriend on tik tok. “Peter showed it to me when he saw a funny captain America video,” he admitted. You shook your head and set the eucalyptus down. “What am I gonna do with you,” you pondered as you gave him a kiss. “Love me eternally?” He responded like a cute puppy, enjoying his kiss. “I suppose,” you said, smiling up at him, as he pulled you in for another kiss.

You spent the rest of the day with Bucky out in the garden. He had brought out his favorite book and was reading while you worked with your plants. After you had finished you sat next to him, your head leaning on his shoulder. “All done doll?” You nodded, leading him to the new plants. “Looks beautiful doll, just like you.” You blushed at the compliment, elbowing him softly for his cheesy statement. “I love you, you dork,” you teased. “Good, cause I love you too, my little garden fairy.” You both laughed, walking hand in hand back inside, just in time to join the team for dinner.

Steve had made some chicken recipe he found, he loved to make food for the team, it was his way of showing he cared. He had a book with all the team’s likes, dislikes, allergies, etc. You and Bucky sat down in your usual spots, greeting the rest of the team. “So, how did planting go?” Clint asked. “It was great planting the eucalyptus..” Bucky smirked at you as you said eucalyptus and at the same time, him, Sam, and Tony all yelled “eucalyptus dick,” and burst out laughing. You just raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend as he looked at you, pretending innocence, “love you doll,” he tried. “Sometimes I question how we ever ended up together,” you sighed, kissing his nose, making him blush. The conversation then moved on to how Tony blew up part of his lab…again.

After dinner, you and Bucky volunteered to clean the dishes. You put on your shared playlist and got to work on the mountain of dishes. After the dishes were done, you still had water on your hands so you decided to start a fight, you flicked the water at your boyfriend who immediately turned to you, “oh doll, you don’t know what you just got yourself into…” he took the faucet and sprayed you quickly with the water. Laughing, and soaked, you moved and gave Bucky a huge hug, getting him soaked in the process. While hugging, you grabbed the faucet and sprayed Bucky’s back. You then started running towards your shared bedroom, but against a super soldier, you had no chance. He caught up to you, wrapped you in his arms and dipped you, giving you a kiss in the process. “Really thought you could run away doll? You started this fight,” he smirked. “Yeah and I was gonna finish this in the shower, but if you don’t want to join me then…” Bucky’s face lit up, “no, yeah, let’s go shower, gotta get off all the dirt from the day ya know.” And with that you both showered and got ready for bed. Some nice, warm cuddles in your boyfriend’s arms was just what this day needed to end perfectly.

[beefromanoff]

Going Under Ch. 35

summary: too much to summarize. just read. read and be happy :)

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: beyond - Leon Bridges

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: the long awaited final chapter for this lovely story. as my first fanfic and something I've been writing for over a year, it will always hold a special place in my heart. thank you to everyone who has read and loved it along with me. I hope you love the ending and get all the warm fuzzies.

special thank you to @charmedbysarge and @wasalreadyhere for the love and reviews and making me feel special. ily ily ily. you are the reason I love writing this so much.

let me know what you think and please please please feel free to check out my two other stories! masterlist <3

XO, ENJOY

“Okay, we’re at cruising altitude. Friday, engage autopilot.” Nat let go of the controls and leaned back in her seat. 

“Roger that, Agent Romanoff.” 

“So,” She kicked her feet up on an empty seat beside Steve. “Barnes gets a happy ending after all.” 

“I guess so.” Steve grinned, folding his arms. 

“If he doesn’t self-destruct again.” 

“I think it’s different this time…I mean, with Gianna it’s always been different. But this go ‘round…he knows it.” 

Nat cocked her head. “Different with Gianna how? Because he’s actually showing human emotions for once?”

Chuckling, Steve rubbed the back of his neck. “That too. I just mean when he had relationships, before…it wasn’t like this. He was actually quite the ladies’ man, you know.” 

“So I’ve heard. I still don’t know if you’re just trying to pull one over on me.” She smirked. 

“It’s true, I witnessed it.” He held his hands up innocently. “He was charming and handsome and he knew it. It was almost a game for him.” 

“So he had a little Stark in him?”

“No, not like that. It was a game, but it wasn’t malicious. He was respectful, he genuinely just loved women. I swore he said he was in love with a different girl every week. He would meet them, decide they were the most magnificent girl he’d ever met, and make it his personal mission to make them fall in love with him. Then when they inevitably did, and they always did…he’d end up enamored with another girl.” Steve laughed, remembering. “But the bastard was so charming that no one ever got mad at him. They’d just keep pining after him, hoping he’d come back. I swear he had two dozen women seeing him off when he left for the war.” 

“Damn, ladies’ man indeed.” Nat whistled. 

“But with Gianna…I don’t know. It’s like she’s the first person to be in on it with him. With all the girls back then, it’s like they were someone or something he wanted. With Gianna, it just seems like she’s past his walls, inside him somehow.”

“Gross.” 

“Nat,” Steve rolled his eyes. 

“Sorry. I’m being serious. I promise.” 

“I mean it, it just feels different. I mean, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her today, but that’s not what I’m talking about. When he looked at her, it’s like they were having a whole conversation right in front of us. It’s the first time I’ve felt like I’m on the outside looking in when it comes to Bucky, and you know what?” He looked up at Natasha. “It’s about damn time.”

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The set was abuzz with activity, crew members hustling to and fro, adjusting lights and setting up cameras. The backdrop was a meticulously recreated Hydra base, dark and menacing. It felt almost surreal to Bucky, standing there and reliving some of his darkest memories.

Except this time, he was in control. 

Sebastian Stan stood beside his stunt double, both of them listening intently as Bucky explained the intricacies of the upcoming scene. His voice was steady, authoritative, as he described the tactical maneuvers and the emotional turmoil that should be conveyed.

"You have to remember," Bucky was saying, "this isn't just about the physical fight. It's about the mental battle. Hydra isn't just an enemy; it's a nightmare that's hard to shake off. Every move you make, every punch you throw, it’s like fighting your own demons. You’re not just trying to punch your way out of this base, you’re trying to punch your way out of your own mind, too."

Sebastian nodded, absorbing every word. "Got it. It’s more than just a fight scene. It’s personal."

Out of the corner of his eye, Bucky saw a familiar flash of blonde hair step onto the set. Gianna’s eyes immediately found Bucky, and she couldn't help but smile. He looked so composed, so in control. Yet, a part of her couldn't help but worry about the emotional toll this might be taking on him. It was jarring, even for her, seeing this dark hellhole recreated.

Bucky's face lit up when he saw her. "Gianna!" he called out, waving her over.

She made her way through the maze of equipment, her presence like a ray of sunshine cutting through the dark set. As she reached him, she handed him a cup of coffee from the two in her hands. "Thought you could use a pick-me-up."

Bucky took the cup gratefully, his fingers brushing hers. "You read my mind."

Gianna glanced around the set, her eyes lingering on the menacing chair and restraints in the center. She leaned in, lowering her voice. "Are you okay? I mean, really okay?"

Bucky looked into her eyes, his expression softening. "I am. It’s different now. I’m telling my story on my terms. I’m out, I’m safe, we’ve been working through this in therapy. This doesn’t have power over me anymore."

She nodded, though the concern in her eyes remained. "I just worry. Seeing all this... it just makes me worry for you. I don’t want it to bring back bad things."

Bucky smiled, a genuine, reassuring smile. "I know. But trust me, this is good. It’s like it’s own kind of therapy, in some kind of fucked up way. And besides, I get to see the look on their faces when they get it right."

Gianna laughed softly. "Alright, as long as you're sure."

Bucky squeezed her hand. "I’m sure. And having you here helps. A lot."

Sebastian, who had been respectfully silent as he stood a few feet away, finally spoke up. "He’s pretty good at this consulting thing. Might have a place in Hollywood if saving the world ever gets old.”

“That’s a thought that hadn’t crossed my mind,” Gianna laughed, going over to hug him. “You look…terrifying.” 

“You don’t like the hair?” He joked, turning so she could see the full attire. He was clad in all black tactical gear, black and blue bruises painted on his face. Even the metal arm was uncanny. It was slightly unnerving. 

“I like the hair.” She rolled her eyes.

The director called for a break, allowing Bucky and Gianna a moment of peace. They found a quiet corner on the set, sitting down on a couple of crates.

"How’s your day been?" Bucky asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Busy," Gianna replied. "But good. I’m headed to the studio after this, I’ll be out late so don’t rush home. I can grab food on my way back, if you want.” She sipped her coffee, looking around thoughtfully. “You’re really doing it, Buck. You’re facing your past head-on."

Bucky nodded. "Yeah. And it feels... liberating. For so long, I let my past define me. I spent so much time afraid of people finding out about my past. Now, I’m taking control of my story and how it’s told. It feels…good."

Gianna smiled, her heart swelling with pride. "I’m so proud of you."

Bucky leaned in, kissing her softly. "Thank you. For everything."

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The studio was a hive of creative energy. Soundboards, guitars, and sheet music were scattered around, creating an organized chaos that only artists could appreciate. Gianna sat at the grand piano, her fingers dancing lazily over the keys as she hummed a new melody. Even several hours in, she looked content and radiant.

Her producer, Jack, was sitting in the control room, going through her latest recordings. He shook his head with a mix of admiration and exasperation. "Gianna, I’ve got to hand it to you, these songs are incredible."

Gianna grinned, looking up from the piano. "Thanks, Jack. I’ve been feeling really inspired lately."

Jack chuckled, walking into the recording area with a stack of lyric sheets in hand. "I can tell. But we’ve got a bit of a problem here."

"What’s that?" she asked, though her smile never faltered.

Jack spread out the lyric sheets on the piano. "You’ve written enough love songs to fill the next three years of your career. We’re going to have a hell of a time picking the track list for the album."

Gianna laughed sheepishly. "I guess I got carried away."

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Carried away? Gianna, you’ve written over thirty songs, and they’re all about the same guy."

"What can I say? He’s my muse." She grinned, toying with the piano again.

Jack sighed, though he couldn’t hide his smile. "Clearly. But we need to be realistic here. We can’t release all of these songs. There’s a limit to these things."

Gianna pretended to think hard, tapping her chin. "Well, I suppose there’s only one solution then."

Jack gave her a wary look. "And what might that be?"

She leaned back, a mischievous glint in her eye. "We’ll just have to do a double album."

Jack groaned, though he was clearly amused. "A double album, huh? You do realize the logistics of that, right? Double the recording time, double the production work, double the promotion?"

Gianna shrugged, still smiling. "Forget the promotion. If it’s good music, and it is, people will listen. Besides, who doesn’t love a good love song?"

Jack shook his head, laughing. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

"That’s why you love me," she teased.

"True," Jack admitted. "But seriously, Gianna, these songs are something special. It’s clear they come from a place of deep emotion. You’ve really poured your heart into this."

Gianna’s expression softened. "I have. I don’t think I could stop writing if I tried. It’s like these love songs are just oozing out of me."

“Okay, that’s a gross visual.” Jack shook his head, his tone more serious. "Well, if we’re going to do this, we’re going to make this album something truly special. It’s your best work yet."

Gianna beamed. “You really think so?” 

“Don’t let it go to your head.” He patted her shoulder. "Let’s get back to work. We’ve got a lot to do if we’re going to make this double album happen."

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Bucky and Gianna were sprawled out on the floor of her luxurious penthouse, surrounded by half-empty takeout boxes. The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the massive windows, casting a warm, golden light over them. They were relaxed, content, and completely at ease in each other's company. The past two months of their rekindled romance had felt all too natural, both of them slipping into their new routine like it was second nature.

Bucky picked up a spring roll, taking a bite as he leaned back against the couch. "You know, I think I could get used to this."

Gianna laughed, her eyes sparkling. "What, Chinese food and sunsets?"

"That, and spending my evenings with you," he replied, giving her a warm smile.

“You say that every night.” She rolled her eyes, elbowing him in the side.

“I’ll stop saying it when it stops being true.” Blue eyes locked on hers.

She blushed slightly, looking down at her food. "Well, I’m glad you’re here. It’s nice to have someone to share this with. Thai food and the evening." She winked.

Bucky nodded, his gaze turning towards the window. "Speaking of sharing, have you noticed anything different about Steve and Nat lately?"

Gianna raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile creeping across her face. "You mean besides the fact that they’re clearly still pretending they’re not madly in love with each other?"

Bucky chuckled. "Exactly. Do you think they’ll ever stop pretending?"

Gianna shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. "Who knows? They’re both pretty stubborn. They could probably keep this going for decades."

Bucky nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you’re probably right. To be honest, though, I only care about one relationship at this particular moment." He tilted Gianna’s chin up, kissing her softly, slowly. 

“Suddenly, so do I.” Gianna breathed, lips still inches from his.

"Sorry, you were about to tell me something. Don’t let me distract you." he said, giving her a playful wink.

“We can talk about it later,” She leaned in, eyes focused on his mouth. 

“No, no,” Bucky stroked her hair behind her ear. “I want to hear it. We have plenty of time to…not talk later.” 

Gianna grinned. "True. Okay, well you know recording has been going well. Like, incredibly well.” 

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn’t expect anything else where you’re involved."

Gianna set her takeout box aside, sitting up a bit straighter. "Well,  you know, the customary thing to happen after an album release is…a tour."

"A tour, huh?” His eyes crinkled in the corners with his smile. “Suddenly I’m having deja vu.” 

"I was wondering... would you be interested in taking another security contract?" She bit her lip, eyes bright. 

Bucky pretended to think about it. “What’s the pay like?” 

“Bucky Barnes!” Gianna smacked him in the arm. 

A slow smile spread across Bucky’s face. "Are you asking me to be your bodyguard again?"

Gianna grinned, her heart racing. "Something like that. What do you say?"

Bucky leaned in, cupping her face in his hands. "I say yes. Hell yes. Fuck yes. A thousand times yes."

She laughed, a sound filled with pure joy. "Really? You don’t mind to go back on the road? I mean, it’ll be fun, but it’s also a lot of work. Well, you remember…it’ll be a long time away from home and–"

He nodded, cutting her off. "Gianna. I’m not away from home when I’m with you. Wherever you go, I’ll be right there with you."

Gianna threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, Bucky. You have no idea how much this means to me."

He held her close, his heart swelling with happiness. "I think I do. And I can’t wait to see the world with you."

They sat for a moment, embracing each other in the midst of scattered takeout boxes and golden sun spilling in through the window. 

“One more thing,” Bucky leaned back, looking at her. “I think we need to stay in the same room.” His eyes flicked to her lips and back up. “You know, with the heightened security risk…” 

“Is that your professional opinion?” She tilted her head, angling her lips closer to his. 

“It is my very professional opinion.” 

“Then I guess we’ll have to share a room.”

Gianna fell into a fit of giggles as Bucky pulled her onto his lap, tangling his hand in her hair as he kissed her. 

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Eight Months Later

The red carpet was buzzing with excitement as fans and reporters gathered for the premiere of the Winter Soldier movie. The entire team had turned out to support him, creating quite the stir among the attendees and press alike. Bright lights and camera flashes created a dazzling, albeit somewhat overwhelming, atmosphere as the stars made their way down the carpet, stopping for interviews along the way. Some members of the team, a la Natasha and Tony, looked right at home. They smiled and posed for the cameras, soaking up every second of their walk down the carpet. Others, like Wanda and Steve, did their part but didn’t linger. 

Gianna was radiant, her eyes sparkling with excitement and pride as she stood next to Bucky. She wore a stunning floor length silver gown, dripping in crystals, her smile infectious as she spoke to a reporter.

"Gianna! You’re back in New York for the premiere. How does it feel to be here supporting Sergeant Barnes tonight?" the reporter asked.

"Oh, it's incredible! We've been away on tour for a few months now, and it's been amazing, but being back in New York for this special occasion is just... wow. I'm so proud of Bucky. This movie is such a big deal, and getting to be here to support him means absolutely everything to me," Gianna gushed, her voice filled with genuine pride.

"Your tour has been a huge success, to say the least. How have you managed to balance everything with the tour and now coming back for the premiere?" the reporter inquired.

Gianna laughed. "It’s been a bit of a whirlwind, to be honest. But having Bucky with me on tour has made it so much easier. He's my rock. And now, getting to switch roles and be here for him, it feels really special. Plus, it’s a nice break from the road, even if it’s just for a week. We knew in advance when the premiere would fall and scheduled the tour dates around it."

"You mentioned switching roles. How does it feel to be the one supporting him for a change?" the reporter asked, leaning in with interest.

"It feels amazing. Bucky has always been there for me, whether it was at my concerts or during tough times. So being able to stand by his side and cheer him on for something he's worked so hard on is really fulfilling. He��s been through so much, and seeing him share his story with the world is just... I'm getting emotional thinking about it," Gianna admitted, her eyes glistening.

"His story is definitely one that needed to be told. How do you feel about the portrayal of his life and journey in the movie?" the reporter continued.

"I think it’s powerful. The film does a great job of showing his strength, his resilience, and the incredible person he is. I won’t lie, it was difficult to watch in the advanced screenings. This film doesn’t pull any punches, which is something that was very important to Bucky. He didn’t want to tell a watered down version of the story, although it was tempting both for viewers and himself. But it’s not just about the battles he's fought, but the person he's become. I think the world is going to see the Bucky we all know and love, and that’s really special," Gianna replied warmly, gesturing to the team members scattered through the crowd.

"It sounds like you're his biggest fan," the reporter noted with a smile.

"Oh, I definitely am. He’s my hero, in every sense of the word," Gianna said, eyes flicking to Bucky giving an interview a few feet away. Their eyes met, and he instantly let his shoulders down, tension evaporating knowing she was so close.

The reporter wrapped up the interview, thanking her for her time before moving on to the next celebrity on the red carpet. Steve Rogers, looking as composed as ever in his crisp navy suit, was next in line for an interview. The correspondent approached him with enthusiasm.

"Captain Rogers! It's a pleasure to see you here tonight. This is a big night for Sergeant Barnes and everyone involved in the film. How are you feeling about it all?" the reporter asked.

Steve smiled warmly. "I’m incredibly proud of Bucky. He’s been through so much and has come out stronger on the other side. This film is a testament to his resilience and strength, and I think the world is finally going to see the hero he truly is."

"How has it been seeing Bucky’s journey portrayed on the big screen?" the reporter inquired.

"It’s been a mix of emotions, to be honest. Seeing some of the toughest parts of his past was hard, but it was also inspiring to see how far he’s come. The film does a great job of showing the darkest moments of his life and still ending on a hopeful note. I'm excited for people to see that," Steve explained, his voice filled with pride.

"You’ve always been a close friend and supporter of Bucky. What do you hope audiences take away from this film?" the reporter asked.

"I hope they see that no matter what you go through, you can find your way back. It's a story of hope, resilience, and redemption. Bucky is a true hero, and I think this film will show people that anyone can overcome their past and find peace," Steve said, his smile meeting his eyes.

"Thank you, Steve. It's clear how much you care about Bucky," the reporter said with a smile.

"Always," Steve replied, his gaze drifting to where Bucky and Gianna stood, surrounded by well-wishers.

Next up was Sebastian Stan, the actor who had the daunting task of portraying Bucky in the film. He looked confident and practiced as he stepped up for his interview.

"Sebastian! This is such a big night for you. How did you prepare for such a serious and intense role?" the reporter asked.

Sebastian took a deep breath before answering. "It was definitely a challenge, but one I was honored to take on. I spent a lot of time talking to Bucky and understanding his experiences. He was very generous with his time and guidance, we spent a lot of time on set and even more time talking over whiskey. Gianna was also a huge help. She shared so much insight into who he is now and how he's healed. It was important to me to get it right, not just for Bucky, but for everyone who’s gone through something traumatic in their life and had to overcome it."

"That sounds like quite the journey. What was the most challenging part of playing Bucky?" the reporter continued.

"I think the hardest part was portraying the depth of his trauma while also showing his strength and resilience. Bucky's been through so much, but he’s come out the other side stronger. It was important to show that balance – the pain and the healing. And having Bucky and Gianna's guidance really helped make that possible," Sebastian explained, his voice sincere.

"How do you feel about the film's reception so far?"

"I’m thrilled. The response has been amazing, and I’m just grateful that people are connecting with Bucky's story. It’s an important one, and I hope it resonates with everyone who sees it.”

"Thank you, Sebastian. It’s clear you put a lot of heart into this role," the reporter nodded in gratitude.

"Thank you. It’s been an honor to bring Bucky’s story to life," Sebastian replied with a smile.

A few moments later, Bucky was pulled aside for his own interview. He stood tall and composed, fighting the urge to bolt for the nearest exit in the midst of this crowd.

"Sergeant Barnes! This is such a big night for you. How are you feeling?" A petite brunette reporter asked.

"Honestly, it's a mix of excitement and nerves. It's surreal to see this story up on the big screen, but I'm really proud of how it turned out. I never thought it would be something I was comfortable with sharing, especially on this scale, but I think the right team handled it and I couldn’t be more honored. And having Gianna and all my friends here makes it even more special," Bucky said, his smile genuine.

"Speaking of Gianna, she had nothing but praise for you. How has it been having her support throughout this process?" 

"It's been incredible. She's my biggest supporter, and having her by my side means…everything to me. This is her world, and I don’t think I could navigate it without her. She's been my rock through everything, and now getting to share this moment with her is just... I can't put it into words," Bucky replied, glancing at Gianna with a tender look.

"The movie delves into some pretty intense parts of your life. How did you feel revisiting those memories during the making of the film?" the reporter asked with careful tact. 

"It was tough at times, but it was also therapeutic in a way. It was a chance to face those demons and show that they don’t define me. The film is about more than just the bad things that happened to me and to so many others; it's about overcoming and finding peace. And I think that's an important message," Bucky explained, his voice steady as he recited the words he and Gianna had practiced numerous times in hotel rooms and on the tour bus.

"You’ve come a long way, Bucky. What do you hope people take away from this film?" the reporter asked, clearly moved by his words.

"I hope they see that no matter what you go through, you can come out the other side stronger. It's about resilience, about finding your way back to yourself. And I hope it inspires people to keep fighting, no matter what," Bucky said, his words filled with conviction.

"That’s a powerful message. Thank you for sharing your story with the world, Bucky," the reporter said, concluding the interview.

"Thank you for having me. I hope everyone enjoys the film," Bucky replied with a warm smile.

With that, Bucky rejoined Gianna, slipping his arm around her waist as they made their way into the theater. The support and love between them were palpable, and it was clear that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always stand by each other’s side.

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"Global Pop Sensation Gianna Cruz Shocks the World by Taking the Stage in Amsterdam with a Diamond on Her Left Hand"

Entertainment Tonight

Gianna Cruz, the global pop sensation, left fans in awe last night during her electrifying performance in Amsterdam. As she took the stage for the encore, a dazzling diamond ring on her left hand caught the light, sparking a frenzy of speculation and excitement among her adoring fans.

The Amsterdam show marked the seventh month of Gianna's highly successful world tour, which has seen sold-out venues across the globe. However, it’s not just her music making headlines – it’s her love life too. Just two months ago, Gianna and her long-time boyfriend, James "Bucky" Barnes, made their first official public appearance as a couple at the star-studded premiere of his biographical movie. Their notoriously low-key relationship has since captured the hearts of fans and media alike since they were first spotted together on Gianna’s previous tour.

Since rumors of their relationship sparked nearly two years ago, Gianna and Bucky have been frequently spotted enjoying simple, everyday moments together. Whether it’s grabbing coffee in casual attire or exploring new cities on tour, the couple's love story has become the epitome of modern celebrity romance. Interestingly, this isn’t the first time they've been photographed in such a manner. Nearly two years ago, during Gianna’s last tour, the couple was first spotted together in a similar coffee shop setting, igniting the initial buzz about their budding relationship.

Despite the public's curiosity, Gianna has yet to make any official statements about her engagement. However, Pepper Potts, a representative for both Gianna’s record label and the Avengers, confirmed the happy news with a succinct but heartfelt statement: "They are both very happy."

Fans of Gianna Cruz and Bucky Barnes couldn’t be more thrilled to see their favorite couple take this next step in their journey together. As Gianna’s tour continues to wow audiences worldwide, it seems love is also in the air, making this tour one for the history books.

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One Year Following the Engagement

Gianna sat in the dressing room of the charming, sunlit chapel, her heart fluttering with anticipation. She wore a delicate silk robe, her hair pinned up in preparation for the intricate style it would soon take. Her longtime makeup artist and friend, Kate, carefully applied Gianna's makeup, her hands steady and precise as ever.

Kate paused for a moment, dipping a brush into a soft pink blush. "Can I tell you a secret?" she asked, her voice gentle and warm.

Gianna glanced at her reflection in the mirror, meeting Kate's eyes. "Of course," she said with a curious smile.

Kate leaned in slightly, as if sharing a cherished memory. "I knew this day would come from the second Bucky joined the tour," she confessed. 

Gianna's smile widened, a blush of her own coloring her cheeks. "Really?"

Kate nodded, her hands continuing their work. "Absolutely. There was something about the way he looked at you, the way you both just... fit. It was like watching two pieces of a puzzle come together."

Gianna felt a rush of emotions, her eyes misting up. "You were right," she said softly. "He's... everything."

Kate smiled, her expression tender. "You deserve every bit of happiness, Gianna. Today is just the beginning."

As Kate finished the final touches, Gianna felt a profound sense of gratitude and love. She reached out and squeezed Kate's hand. "Thank you, Kate. For everything."

Kate squeezed back, her eyes shining. "It's my honor, Gianna. Now, let's set you again, make sure you don’t cry off all this makeup."

Gianna laughed softly, closing her eyes as Kate sprayed her face. The day had finally arrived, and she was ready to walk down the aisle to the man who had captured her heart from the very beginning. They’d chosen a small destination wedding, following the private nature of their relationship. Since neither of them had relationships with their surviving family members, it just made sense. Their closest friends had flown out to Italy the week before for several nights of relaxation, reminiscing, and catching up. Gianna’s tour had concluded the month prior, and since then, she and Bucky had been hunkered down in New York, recovering from the chaos of the past year. 

Now, with Natasha and Wanda off on a mission to mix a batch of “strong but safe” mimosas, Steve and Sam somewhere in a different wing of the villa with Bucky, and the rest of their friends turned family enjoying a day in the small nearby town until the festivities; she couldn’t imagine her heart feeling any more full. 

“Here you go, G.” Natasha slid back into the room, holding a crystal flute out to Gianna. 

“To Ms. Gianna Cruz, for the very last time.” Wanda smiled, holding her own glass up. 

“To Ms. Gianna Cruz.” 

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The reception was set in the lush garden of the Italian villa, with twinkling fairy lights strung overhead, casting a warm glow over the long banquet table where guests were gathered. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers and delicious Italian cuisine, and the soft murmur of laughter and conversation created a cozy, intimate atmosphere.

At the head of the table, Gianna and Bucky sat side by side, their hands intertwined, beaming at their friends–their family–who had come to celebrate their special day. The evening was perfect, and as the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the villa, Steve stood up, tapping his glass to get everyone's attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Steve began,  "if I could have your attention for a moment, I'd like to say a few words."

The table quieted, turning their attention to Steve, who smiled at the couple before him. "I've had the privilege of knowing Bucky for most of my life. We've been through a lot together—more than most people could ever imagine. And through all those years, I've seen him at his best and his worst."

Steve paused, his eyes glancing around the table, taking in the faces of their closest friends. "There were times when I wasn't sure we'd ever get Bucky back. So much was taken from him, from all of us, and there were moments when it seemed like the man I knew was lost forever. Even when we finally, finally got him back…I didn’t think he’d ever be whole again."

He turned to Gianna, his expression softening. "But then you came along, Gianna. You brought a light and warmth into his life that none of us ever thought we'd see again. You showed him that it was okay to live, to love, and to be happy."

A few guests dabbed at their eyes, even Sam, though he’d deny it if anyone brought it up. "I remember the first time I saw the two of you together," Steve continued, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "There was something different about Bucky. He was... lighter. He laughed more, smiled more. He was becoming himself again, and it was all because of you, Gianna."

Steve chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I still can't believe Bucky, the guy who didn’t know what Spotify was until last year, fell for a pop star. But then again, who wouldn't? You're so talented, Gianna, but more than that… you’re kind, genuine, and you have this amazing ability to make everyone around you feel special. You brought out the best in Bucky, and for that, I'll always be grateful. As for you, Buck, don’t do anything stupid to mess this up. Again.” A chorus of laughter sounded around the table as Bucky grinned, hanging his head in mock shame.

He raised his glass, looking at Bucky and Gianna with a mixture of pride and affection. "To Bucky and Gianna. May your life together be filled with as much love and happiness as you've brought to each other. And may you continue to bring out the best in one another, every single day."

The guests raised their glasses, echoing Steve's toast. "To Bucky and Gianna!"

As Steve sat down, Bucky stood, squeezing Gianna’s hand. "Thank you, Steve," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "And thank you, everyone, for being here to celebrate with us.” He raised his glass again. “To family."

The guests cheered, and the reception continued with laughter, way too much pasta, and the clinking of glasses as toast after toast was made. Gianna and Bucky were surrounded by love, and as they looked around at their small crowd, they knew this was just the beginning.

They dined, drank, and danced. After several hours, the table had been abandoned with suit jackets thrown over the back of seats and heels forgotten beneath chairs. The music and laughter floated off the patio and into the twinkling night sky.

As the reception continued, the energy in the garden reached a peak. The music slowed to a gentle tune, signaling the traditional bouquet and garter toss. Gianna stood at one end of the garden, bouquet in hand, while Bucky, grinning from ear to ear, stood at the other, holding the garter. Bucky’s tie was loose, his top few buttons undone and sleeves rolled up. Gianna’s bare feet sat on the cobblestones.

"Alright, ladies!" Gianna called out, turning her back to the small crowd of female guests, Natasha, Kate, Wanda, Madison, and Pepper. "Let's see who’s next!"

The women gathered behind her, laughing and jostling playfully, while the men formed a similar group behind Bucky, ready for the garter toss.

"On three!" Gianna shouted, her voice full of anticipation. "One... Two... Three!"

She tossed the bouquet high into the air, its arc lit beautifully by the string lights overhead. At the same time, Bucky launched the garter with a perfect aim. Both items flew through the air, and just as they began their descent, something strange happened.

As if choreographed, the crowd of guests simultaneously stepped back, leaving only Steve and Nat standing alone in the center. Steve's eyes widened in surprise, and Nat's expression shifted from curiosity to amusement.

"What the—?" Steve started, glancing around at the now grinning guests.

Nat flipped a playful finger in the direction of Gianna and Bucky, who were laughing hysterically. Before either Steve or Nat could react further, the bouquet landed squarely in Nat's hands, and the garter fell into Steve's outstretched hand.

The garden erupted in cheers and applause. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" the crowd chanted, clapping and whistling.

Steve's face turned a deep shade of crimson, and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. Nat, on the other hand, couldn't help but smirk at the orchestrated setup. She rolled her eyes playfully, holding the bouquet up as if it were a trophy.

Bucky, catching the eye of his old friend, gave Steve a conspiratorial wink. "About time, don't you think?"

Nat laughed, shaking her head, and then turned to Steve. "Well, Captain, looks like the universe is trying to tell us something."

Steve chuckled, his embarrassment giving way to a warm smile. "I guess so."

The crowd's cheering grew louder, urging them on. Nat handed the bouquet to Wanda and then grabbed Steve by the collar, pulling him in for a dramatic kiss. The guests roared with approval, clapping and hooting as the couple shared a passionate moment.

Gianna and Bucky beamed, grinning so hard their cheeks hurt. "Best idea ever," Gianna whispered to Bucky.

"Absolutely," he agreed, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Here’s to more happy endings."

As Steve and Nat finally broke their kiss, they turned to their friends, blushing but smiling. The night continued with even more celebration, the love and joy in the air palpable as the wedding festivities carried on, cementing memories that would last a lifetime.

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First Look at Intimate Italian Wedding Between Gianna Cruz and Bucky Barnes

People Magazine

Photos of the picturesque wedding in Tuscany have emerged, showcasing the happy couple surrounded by star-studded group of close friends.

Gianna Cruz-Barnes' World Tour Smashes Grossing Records

Billboard

Gianna Cruz-Barnes’ world tour has shattered grossing records in every city, proving her global appeal as a pop sensation.

‘The Winter Soldier’ James ‘Bucky’ Barnes Biopic Sweeps the Oscars

Variety

"The Winter Soldier," the biopic chronicling the life of Bucky Barnes, wins big at the Oscars with accolades for Best Picture, Best Leading Actor, and Best Screenplay, among others.

Surprise Again! Gianna Cruz Announces Birth of Their First Child

Entertainment Tonight

Gianna Cruz-Barnes and husband Bucky Barnes welcome their first child, just shy of their first wedding anniversary. Fans await news of the baby's name after Gianna shares an adorable snapshot.

Rare Public Appearance of the Cruz-Barnes Trio

New York Times

Gianna and Bucky Barnes, along with their daughter, attend the Stark Foundation ribbon-cutting ceremony alongside Captain Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff.

Baby Watch? Cruz-Barnes Clan Spotted in Brooklyn

TMZ

Gianna Cruz sports an adorable baby bump while Bucky Barnes holds their nearly three-year-old daughter, Ava, during a casual outing in Brooklyn.

Gianna Cruz Celebrates Five-Year Anniversary of Her Iconic Album

Rolling Stone

Gianna Cruz reflects on the impact of her record-breaking album, "Blooming" as fans celebrate its five-year anniversary with a special re-release. The extended edition of the album will feature acoustic versions of fan favorite songs, as well as a few never before heard tracks that follow the titling theme of springtime coming after a long winter. 

Gianna Cruz Launches Philanthropic Initiative with the Stark Foundation

Forbes

Gianna Cruz partners with the Stark Foundation to launch a philanthropic initiative aimed at supporting orphans, children in foster care, and underprivileged communities worldwide.

Gianna Cruz and Bucky Barnes Celebrate Their Tenth Anniversary

People Magazine

Gianna Cruz and Bucky Barnes mark a decade of love and partnership by returning to Tuscany for a private celebration surrounded by friends and family.

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July 4th

The Compound was alive with the spirited buzz of laughter and playful chatter. It looked like a scene out of a wholesome, all-American movie. The aroma of barbecue wafted through the air, mingling with the joyful squeals of children running around the lawn near the dock. Tables adorned with red, white, and blue decorations were set with an array of way too many food dishes, while a large banner proclaimed, "Happy Birthday, Cap!" in bold letters.

Under the shade of a sprawling oak tree, a group of adults gathered around a grill, flipping burgers and hot dogs. Tony, with his arm draped affectionately around Pepper, was engrossed in a lively discussion with Sam and his girlfriend. Nearby, Wanda and Peter playfully chased after a giggling group of children, their faces lit up with delight.

At the heart of the celebration, Gianna and Bucky watched over their two children, Ava Kate and James Grant. Ava was the spitting image of her mother with her blond curly hair and green eyes, but sported her father’s mischievous grin. She was engaged in a game of tag with Tony and Pepper's daughter, Morgan. James had his father's piercing blue eyes and dark hair, but Gianna’s contagious smile. He toddled around with a toy version of the famous Captain America’s shield, occasionally throwing curious glances at the older children.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the gathering, Steve and Bucky found a quiet moment together at the end of the dock. They watched fondly as Ava and Morgan giggled together with three other girls, their laughter still the most beautiful sound either man had ever heard.

Steve turned to Bucky, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Can you believe this, Buck?" he murmured, his eyes scanning the scene before them.

Bucky followed his gaze, his expression tender. "Never in a million years," he replied quietly. "I never thought we'd have all this."

“Even before the war, I never thought you’d settle down.” he teased, nudging Bucky playfully with his elbow.

“Yeah, well, you never were a good betting man.” Bucky grinned, sipping his beer. 

“That is true.” Steve chuckled softly. "That’s one bet I’m glad I would have lost. We are painfully outnumbered by girls, though." 

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "You got that right. But I hear Nat's still pushing for more," he added, his voice filled with affection as he glanced over at Natasha, who was engrossed in conversation with Gianna.

Steve's gaze softened as he watched Natasha, his lifelong friend and now wife, watching their adopted daughters. "Can't say no to her," he replied with a fond smile.

Bucky nodded knowingly. "Wouldn't want to," he admitted, his eyes returning to Gianna.

The two friends stood in companionable silence for a moment, soaking in the scene of their friends and children playing out before them.

"Hey, dads!" Gianna called out, waving them over with a warm smile. "Come join us for cake!"

Steve and Bucky exchanged a knowing glance before heading over to join their wives and friends. As they approached the group, the crowd of children was shushed to a controlled level. Natasha and Gianna stood side by side, their voices blending in harmony as they led the group in singing "Happy Birthday" to Steve.

Amidst the laughter and cheers that followed, Steve caught Bucky's eye once more, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. They had found their place in the world, surrounded by family and friends who loved them unconditionally. And as Steve blew out the candles on his cake, he made a silent wish, knowing that his heart was already full.

“Uncle Steve, will you tell us another story about my dad?” Ava’s small voice accompanied a tug on his shirt. Steve raised an eyebrow at her. 

“You want to hear another story?” 

“Yes!” She beamed, her teeth still stained blue from the cake. 

“Alright, alright.” He pretended to sigh, pulling her onto his lap. “Which one do you want to hear?” 

“Tell the one about the fair when Uncle Bucky threw up!” Steve’s oldest daughter chimed in, her russian accent thick but fading with her time in America. A chorus of cheers sounded from the kids around the table, eagerly plopping to sit on the dock at his feet. 

“Fine.” Steve grinned, winking at Bucky. “That’s my favorite one anyways.” 

[braveclementine]

Furious with Fury

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Lacerated Spinal column, cracked sternum, shattered collarbone, perforated liver, and one hell of a headache." Fury rambled off his injuries.

"Don't forget your collapsed lung." The doctor who was treating Natasha's shoulder said. He was also making you sit in a chair with Steve pressing a wad of gauze against your hip wound. News flash! You actually had been shot in the bus and just hadn't noticed it. Apparently you were great at blocking out pain.

"Let's not forget that." Fury agreed sardonically. "Otherwise, I'm good."

"They cut you open. Your heart stopped." Natasha whispered.

"Tetrodotoxin B." Fury explained and you nodded almost to yourself. "Slows the pulse to one beat a minute. Banner developed it for stress. Didn't work so great for him, but we found a use for it."

"Why all the secrecy? Why not just tell us?" Steve asked angrily.

"Any attempt on the Director's life had to look successful." Maria answered for Fury.

"Can't kill you if you're already dead." Fury said, almost sounding cheerful about it. "Besides, I wasn't sure who to trust."

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"Speak to me Tony." You mumbled quietly on the private phone of Maria Hill. It couldn't be traced at all so you felt secure enough to use it.

"I traced this guy through the cameras. He's in some sort of church on the corner of Marx and 10th." Tony rambled into the phone. "I've hacked the cameras that I can. They've got some sort of underground base there, with a machine which he's in. They've said something about prepping him and wiping him. Y/N, I think they're taking his memories."

"That makes sense." You mumbled sadly. "Steve said it was as though he didn't recognize him."

"Howard used to talk about him too." Tony said, "I have a file here with all sorts of information. Sergeant James Buchannan Barnes. Part of the 107th Infantry Regiment during the war. Soulmated to Steve Rogers. He has a disciplinary charge in the army. Howard made a note about it. Apparently he and Steve got into a brawl when he found out that Steve and Peggy had fallen in love. Howard thought they might work out a poly relationship after Bucky calmed down. It looked promising too, except that Bucky fell off the train."

"Bloody hell." You muttered. "God Tony, I feel so bad for the both of them. Steve finding his soulmate but not being able to be with him. And Bucky. . . he doesn't want this, does he?"

Tony inhaled sharply. "He's screaming right now. He let them do it to him, he's being compliant, but he's in pain Y/N. I don't think that's something you should tell Steve though."

"No, probably not." You said, glancing over your shoulder. Fury was out of bed, talking to the others. "Tony, I-"

You stopped. You weren't sure if you wanted to tell him how useless you felt.

No secrets.

"I feel useless. I haven't done anything productive on this trip except be a body that Steve has to protect."

"You're not useless Y/N." Tony said. "If anything, I am. I can't be there, I can't be fighting."

"You're not S.H.I.E.L.D." You pointed out. "But Cap is and Nat is and even I am because I'm an Agent here. You're free. Be glad for that."

"None of you should be part of that." Tony said and you thought he sounded almost angry. "We were supposed to be the Avengers. Not, some of us are Avengers only at certain points of time while the other half get to save the life every single day!"

"I thought you wanted to retire." you joked half-heartedly.

Tony sighed, "Not when it comes to things like this. You're in danger and I can't do anything."

You were quiet for a moment, "Is the suit ready? We're going to need you."

"You are?"

You thought about it. "Maybe. There's these helicarriers that. . . well I don't know anything yet. I'm not planning right now, I had to talk to you. But if they're in the air. . . well I might need a lift."

"You can count on me sweetheart. The new suit is done."

"Good. I'll try and let you know. This is Maria's phone, so there's that." You laughed dejectedly. "I love you."

"I love you too." Tony said and then he hesitated and said, "I know you kissed someone. I could feel it through the bond. Was it Rogers?"

"CPR." You explained. "And then I woke up it was sort've like a relief kiss. I was going to tell you in person. Sorry."

"You're not. . . you know. . . you don't have."

"I love you Tony. No one else. I swear that on Everleigh."

"I love you too." And you could hear he sounded much happier. "Please stay safe."

"I will." You said, touching the stitches on your side in afterthought. "Bye."

". . . need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own." Fury said, glancing over at you as you came back up. You slid the phone across the table to Maria.

"One or two won't cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this to work." Maria said, "Because if even one of those ships remain operational, a whole lot of people are going to die."

"We have to assume everyone aboard those carriers are HYDRA. We have to get past them, insert these server blades. And maybe, just maybe we can salvage what's left-"

"We're not salvaging anything!" Steve said angrily. "We're not just taking down those carriers, Nick. We're taking down S.H.I.E.L.D."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with this!"

"You gave me this mission! This is how it ends! S.H.I.E.L.D's been compromised. You said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under you nose and nobody noticed."

"Why do you think we're meeting in this cave? I noticed.

"How many paid the price before you did?"

"Look, I didn't know about Barnes."

"Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that too? S.H.I.E.L.D, HYDRA, it all goes."

"He's right." Maria said softly, putting a hand over Fury's.

Fury looked over at Nat who leaned back in her chair and then looked up at Sam, "Don't look at me. I do what he does, just slower."

Fury chuckled, "Well, It looks like you're giving the orders now, Captain."

"One for each ship." You said to yourself, thinking everything over. They all looked at you and you pointed between yourself, Steve, and Maria in answer, but didn't say anything else.

"Whoa, wait, what about me?" Nat asked.

You looked at her, "Look, I'm not planning anything. It was just a suggestion."

You turned your back on them, sitting down at the steps again, biting on your thumb. You weren't going to be useless anymore. You were getting on one of those ships and you were going to help.

No matter the price.

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In the end, it was you, Steve, Maria, and Sam. Steve stole his uniform from the museum and wore that. Fury had extra Agent uniforms, so you were suited up in that.

Now that you were in training clothes, you felt more confident, like it had given you some sort of confidence boost. You felt stronger, more flexible, more combatant.

It was like a placebo. In plain clothes, you felt to much like yourself. To much like that little girl that cowered under her fathers belt and her mothers fists. But in your Agent uniform, you were someone who could take on the world, take on HYDRA, take on S.H.I.E.L.D., take on helicarriers that wanted to kill people. Take on the Winter Soldier.

You broke into the headquarters, finding your way to the broadcast room. Steve took the mic.

"Attention all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, this is Steve Rogers. You've heard a lot about me over the last few days. Some of you were even ordered to hunt me down. But I think it's time you know the truth. S.H.I.E.L.D. is not what we thought it was. It's been taken over by HYDRA. Alexander Pierce is their leader. The S.T.R.I.K.E. and Insight crew are HYDRA as well. I don't know how many more, but I know they're in the building. They could be standing right next to you. They almost have what they want. Absolute control. They shot Nick Fury. And it won't end there. If you launch those helicarriers today, HYDRA will be able to kill anyone that stands in their way. Unless we stop them. I know I'm asking a lot, But the price of freedom is high. It always has been. And it's a price I'm willing to pay. And if I'm the only one, so be it. But I'm willing to be I'm not."

"Ahem. Testing, testing, fabulous speech Capsicle. I'll drink to that and you're definitely welcome to our house later." Tony's voice came in, hacking the recordings from outside of the tower. "Let's kick some HYDRA butt, alright?"

Steve actually laughed.

"Did you write that down first, or was it off the top of your head?" Sam asked with a smirk. You were beaming, now that Tony was here.

"They're opening the bay doors." Tony shouted in your com. "I'm going to try and close them, but I don't think I'll be able to."

"Okay." you said back, rushing out the door without waiting for Steve. You kept one gun in your hand, shooting anyone that was wearing black.

"Tony you got eyes on me?" You shouted as you started to run out of running room.

"I'm coming now." Tony said and you saw him run. You didn't even hesitate, jumping through the window and landing on his back.

"Hey Cap!" Sam shouted into your coms, "I found those bad guys you were talking about." You could see him spinning to avoid the gun shots.

"Low, Tony." You ordered, but he was already doing it.

"I'll drop you off and help Falcon with the engaging process. Anywhere in particular you want me to drop you?" Tony asked. You caught sight of Nat- well not Nat because she was in disguise- but technically Nat in the room with Pierce and the other guards.

"Yeah, over there."

Tony flew you over, blasting the glass and you rolled in, shooting one of the guards in face. Nat immediately leapt into action, kicking Pierce and helping you take down the other guards. She stood back up and the two of you pointed guns at Pierce.

"I'm sorry." Natasha said, unveiling herself from her mask and tugging the wig off. "Did I step on your moment?"

"All right, Cap. I'm in." Sam's voice said.

"Oh, well, it was nice meeting all of you." You said, backing up to the window again, giving them a short bow. "Probably never see any of you again." And then you fell backwards out the widow.

"Very dramatic." Tony said as he caught you in his arms, shooting off towards the Quinjet.

Tony dropped you off on the ship and then went racing after a jet that was chasing Sam. He blasted it to bits in no time.

"Alpha lock." Steve said into the coms.

You grunted, ducking another guy as he swung his arm out at you, before you popped up, kicking him the chest, leaping off him, and planting your feet into the chest of another guard.

"Stark?"

"What?" You and Tony asked at the same time.

"Y/N." Maria corrected herself. "you're going to need a new nickname."

"Yep, call me Pumpkin." You grunted, parrying blows from your next attacker. "Works as well as anything."

"Right, where are you with the lock?"

"Held up." And then you shouted out as you were kicked of the platform, landing harshly on the one below it. "Hey thanks!" you shouted up a the guard, opening up the container and replacing the cards. "Brave lock!" You shouted.

"Falcon they have tracking missiles on you." Tony shouted.

You suddenly felt the entire ship starting to shake around you and you grabbed the railing to hold on. A hole was blasted into the ship, near where you were. Falcon came zooming past and you jumped. You held onto his back and he flew out of there.

"Two down, one to go." Maria said.

"Um, Cap, bad news." Stark said. "Winter is here. He's blowing all the jets on the runway. And now he just shot someone through the head. I'm going down."

"Hey Sam, I'm gonna need a ride!" Steve shouted.

"Um, I'm on him." You pointed out lightly. "Tony, you're gonna have to catch me. I'm jumping now." You leapt off Sam's back as Sam said, "Let me know when."

"I just did." Steve said.

"Are you kidding me!" Tony practically screamed, rocketing skyward to catch you.

Sam dropped Steve off on the roof of the third helicarrier and Tony dropped you off right next to him.

The four of you started walking and Sam said, "You know, you're a lot heavier than you look."

"I had a big breakfast."

You giggled.

"Watch out." Tony said, yanking you backwards just in time as Winter came barreling out, knocking Steve off the air ship.

"Steve!" You and Sam shouted together. Sam went to go get him, but Bucky caught his wing, tossing him backwards.

Tony immediately engaged with him, attempting to land hits on him, but Bucky was able to counter everything. You ran, leaping onto the railing to jump sideways, landing on Bucky's shoulders. You wrapped your cord around his neck, pulling tight.

You and Winter struggled on the top and you shouted to Sam, "Go!"

Sam attempted to go, but Winter stopped fighting you, shooting out a grappling hook that got one of his wings. You grunted, tightening the cord around his neck, trying to choke him out.

Winter caught hold of your leg, tossing you off of him. You crashed into some of the crates that were on the ship. You groaned in pain, hoping you didn't open your stitches up.

You saw Bucky kick Sam off the plane with only one wing and then started to stalk towards you. Tony slammed into him, the Iron Man suit sending Bucky flying.

You scrambled to your feet. You didn't have the third card, Steve did.

"Steve?" You shouted in your com, running for the door. Hopefully Tony would keep Bucky engaged long enough that you could find the control room. Maybe Tony would have a secret idea up his sleeve without the card. "Sam?"

"I'm still on the helicarrier." Steve said in your com as you burst through the door, running down a hallway.

"Sam, Rumlow is on his way to council." Maria said.

"Y/N, I'm disengaged with Barnes. He slipped through the door. I can't follow him unless I get out of the suit."

"Don't." You said quickly. "Join Sam and Natasha against Rumlow."

"Got it." Tony said.

You came to a stop, seeing that both Bucky and Steve had beaten you there. Bucky was standing in front of the cylindrical container that you needed to put the card in front of. Steve was standing on the walkway in front of him.

"People are gonna die Buck." Steve said softly. "I can't let that happen. Please don't make me do this. You're my soulmate. I love you."

Steve reacted first, throwing his shield which Bucky glanced off with his gun. Really, he was a fantastic fighter, but you were pretty sure that was because of HYDRA. It was a shame, really. He could've been useful with the Avengers. Maybe you guys could capture him and Tony could perform some sort of surgery on him to get his memories back. Then he could join.

You ducked as the bullets Steve was pinging off of his shield came towards you. You lifted your own gun, trying to aim for something non-lethal to shoot Bucky, but the two of them were fighting to furiously for you to get a good aim.

You could see Steve, between the fighting, trying to get the card into the slot. And then Bucky knocked the two of them off the side of the railing.

You ran forward, hurtling the railing, you slid past Steve and Bucky, grabbing the card with your finger. Steve ran at Bucky, engaging the two of them in battle so that you could run past the two of them. You leaped as high into the air as you could, the chip between your teeth, grabbing the railing and started to put yourself up.

"Y/N!" Steve shouted and you felt a hot pain race through your back. You almost slipped, but pulled yourself up over the railing. You fumbled for a moment, on your knees, trying to grab the knife out, but couldn't.

You huffed, getting back to your feet, stumbling over to the control console. Your hands were shaking, but you shoved the card in.

"Charlie Lock."

You looked over the railing in time to see that Steve and Bucky were much further down than you were. "STEVE!" You shouted as Bucky slammed a knife into his shoulder. Infuriated, you reached your arms back painfully, shouting in pain, and grabbed the knife handle, pulling it out.

You hurdled the railing once more, sliding down it, and then jumping to the same floor that they were on. You snapped your foot, catching Steve's shield, and threw it straight at Bucky's face. No more hesitation because he was Steve's soulmate. You had to act.

Shots rang out and you saw that Steve had been shot right through the stomach.

He fell to the ground, leaving you the only one to fight Bucky.

"Stop!" You shouted firmly, not in fear, but in hopes that you could get him to listen. "Your name. Your name is James Buchannan Barnes. You were born on March 10, 1917. You had a younger sister, her name was Rebecca Barnes. You lived with your mother."

Bucky paused for a moment, almost squinting at you.

"When you turned eighteen," From here you were doing a little guesswork, "You got a line on your arm with the name 'Captain.' And when Steve turned Eighteen two years later, he turned into a golden retriever puppy."

Bucky started walking towards you, almost snarling now. You swallowed hard, backing up, and continued, "It only took the two of you a month to have Stevie turn back human, before the two of you bonded. One month! You broke all of the records James." He paused again when you used his first name. You could see Steve now, a little behind Bucky, getting up.

You racked your brain for the next thing that you could say, "You joined the 107th Infantry Regiment during World War II. Your unit was captured in '43 by HYDRA. Zola experimented on you, but Steve saved you. You became part of the Howling Commandos. There was a train, you remember the train right?"

Bucky actually jerked a little and you felt yourself sigh in relief, "You fell off the train and Steve thought that his soulmate had died. So he crashed a plane to try and kill himself, to join you. If he knew what had actually happened, he would have searched the ends of the Earth for you. He loves you. He's your soulmate."

You were shaking because Bucky was standing toe to toe with you now, though he wasn't touching. Steve staggered to his feet.

"Bucky Barnes." You whispered. "HYDRA hasn't been kind to you. They've tortured you, I've heard your screams. They wipe your mind over and over. Do you know why they wiped you before you came here? Because you said, 'The man on the bridge. I knew him.' You repeated that you knew him and they wiped your memory. Because they don't want you to remember your soulmate."

Bucky was trembling, though you weren't sure with which emotion.

"Guys you have to get out of there." Maria said into the coms, "The guns are ready to fire."

"Bucky, come back with us." You whispered, being brave and sliding a hand gently up his chest. You showed him that your other hand was empty. "Come back with Steve at least."

"Y/N." Steve said, stumbling forwards and you looked at him. Taking your attention from the Soldier was the first mistake you made.

His hand shot out, grabbing you around the throat, lifting you inches off the floor. "James." You mumbled, trying not to fight. Trying to stay calm.

Steve rammed into him, gasping with pain. "Y/N. Jump. The ships are going down. I already told Maria to fire. I'm hurt and I can at least make sure that Bucky goes down with it and that I go down with Bucky."

Tears sparked your eyes. "Steve-"

"Take the shield."

The first shot hit the ship and you fell backwards.

Everyone got jolted around and you could hear Bucky crying out in pain. It sounded like a tortured cat or a dog.

"Y/N!" Tony shouted into your com, "Where are you."

"Tony." You gasped. "I'm okay. I need you to circle below the ships. I think I'm going to break the glass and fall. But you can't be to close okay?"

"Alright." Tony said, sounding worried.

You saw where Bucky was under a piece of metal and then looked for Steve. He was trying to make his way to Bucky and you rushed over to Bucky.

"Y/N I'm serious!" Steve shouted at you as he continued to fall towards Bucky. And seeing the Captain come for him, Bucky just tried harder to get out. "Get out of here!"

"SAM WHERE ARE YOU?" Natasha shouted.

"Northwest corner. 41st floor!"

"Stay where you are!"

"Not an option!"

There was silence for a moment before you heard Sam shout, "41st floor! 41st!"

"It's not like they put the floor numbers on the outside of the building!" Fury replied.

"Hill! Where's Steve?" Nat shouted into the coms, "Where's Stark? Pumpkin?"

Steve and you lifted the metal together and Bucky rolled out.

"You know me." Steve growled while you lay on your side, panting. Your back was in pain and your head felt fuzzy.

"No, I don't!" Bucky roared, knocking Steve off course. He fell to his knees beside you, but you couldn't move.

"Bucky. You've known me your whole life."

Bucky backhanded him and you rolled out of the way to avoid getting stepped on.

"Your name is James Buchannan Barnes." Steve said, a lot slower than you had. Maybe he would also have more luck, considering it was Steve saying it.

"Shut up!"

Steve took his helmet off, tossing it to the side. You wondered now if he had grabbed the uniform from the museum exactly for this purpose. So that Bucky could see his face, in the uniform he would have last saw him as he fell from the train.

"I'm not gonna fight you."

Steve dropped his shield and it fell into the depths below.

"You're my soulmate."

Bucky roared, running at him, catching him around the waist. "You're my mission." He started to punch Steve across the face and you found that tears were streaming down your face, though you didn't know when they started or why. "You're. My. Mission!"

"Then finish it." Steve said and you let out a sob. "Because I'm with you to the end of the line."

That made Bucky freeze.

You trembled, coming closer to them, kneeling beside Steve, ignoring Bucky. "Steve?"

And then something crashed into the glass, sending the both of you pitching out of the ship. You stayed conscious, looking for Tony, but realized that he couldn't be anywhere around here because of all the debris falling from the sky. He had been waiting for you to give an order. He'd trusted you to give him an order.

"Tony." You choked out.

"Y/N, speak to me."

"Steve and I-" You whispered. "we're headed for the water."

"I can't see you!" He shouted. But it didn't matter, because the two of you had hit the water.

You grabbed Steve's arm, refusing to lose him in the water. The two of you sunk quickly, even as you tried to kick your feet towards surface.

And then an arm grabbed you in the back.

'Tony!' You thought excitedly, even as you felt the metal brush your back. You tightened your hold on Steve and when your head broke the surface, you turned with a smile, which you didn't let drop even at your surprise that it was Bucky.

He dragged the both of you to surface, dropping you both on the ground. He stared down at Steve for a moment- who was unconscious- but you staggered to your feet.

"Bucky?" You asked softly, touching his metal hand. It was cold under your touch, and not wet as though it repelled the water. "Stay."

Bucky did not look away from Steve, but shook his head.

"Then, Promise me, for Steve, that you won't go back to HYDRA. Don't let them get you Bucky. Don't let them take these memories from you. You are good. You saved your soulmate. Don't let HYDRA take the good from you."

You didn't know if your words worked, because he simply turned and walked away.

You looked around and saw why Tony hadn't seen you. You were on the river bank on the complete opposite side of the headquarters.

"Tony? Tony?" You tried to ask, but realized the com was dead. The water had killed it.

You turned to Steve, seeing water trickle from the corner of his mouth and you fell to your knees. You smiled ironically, knowing that it was your turn to administer the CPR. You started with chest comprehension, before tipping his head back and blowing air into his lungs.

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You sat quietly with Sam and Tony in Steve's sick bed. Tony was half asleep with Everleigh sitting in his lap. Sam was flipping through a magazine. You were going through every file imaginable on Tony's top secret, non hackable laptop to find any trace of Bucky.

But there was a reason he had never been caught.

You and Tony had gone home after he'd found you on the riverbank with Steve. You'd told him the entire story start to finish, including that his parents accident wasn't really an accident. You told him you think HYDRA caused it somehow, but you didn't know how or why.

He had nodded, looking hurt and angry, but thanked you that you could tell him that.

You had gone to the hospital yourself for some time, getting stitches for your knife wound and a few other cuts, scrapes, and wounds that hadn't been taken care of while you had been on the run.

"I never want to go on the run again." You joked with him.

"On your left." Steve's quiet voice broke the silence. You looked up at him with a smile, but didn't say anything.

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You went with Steve and Sam to Fury's grave, holding a huge file with everything you could possibly find on the Winter Soldier. Tony had helped you, mostly with hacking HYDRA secrets and such.

It had helped that Natasha had leaked all sorts of confidential information to the public, lots of it HYDRA. And so the documents in there about the Winter Soldier were the most useful to your cause.

"Here." You said, handing it over to Steve who took it quickly.

"What is all of that?" Sam asked.

"Everything I could find on Bucky." You had opted to say his name instead of his alias, to show Steve that you thought he was a real person worth fighting for. Worth finding.

"So, you've experienced this sort of thing before," A friendly, familiar voice said from behind the three of you. "

"You get used to it." Steve replied lightly, with a small smile on his face.

"We've been data mining HYDRA's files." Fury said. "Looks like a lot of rats didn't go down with the ship. I'm headed to Europe tonight. Wanted to ask if you'd come."

"There's something I gotta do first." Steve said.

"How about you, Wilson? Could use a man with your abilities."

"I'm more of a soldier than a spy." Sam replied.

Fury nodded and looked at you. "I'd ask you, except you'd bring Stark along and I don't need that kind of publicity. Besides, you should lay low. Rumlow will be looking for you."

"I know." You said, wanting to laugh at the Tony thing and slightly scared of the Rumlow thing. "Nat said Barton is coming back soon. He'll kick up my training."

Fury shook the three of your guys hands and then said, "Anybody asks for me, tell them they can find me, right here."

"You should be honored. That's about as close as he gets to saying thank you." Nat called out, walking up with a file under her arm. Nowhere near as big as the one you'd brought. You wondered what was inside.

"Not going with him?" Steve asked.

"No."

He walked to join her and you looked at Sam, "Your soulmate okay?"

"Stephen? Yeah. Freaked out completely though about what happened."

"He sounds like a handful. Want any tips? I swear he sounds just like Tony." You said with a grin.

"How do you get him to stop being mad at you for risking your life?" Sam asked.

You grinned. "Well, for me, I put our daughter down to sleep, and then I suck his cock."

Sam laughed, "Might have to try that then."

Once Nat left, you and Sam joined him and you saw that the folder contained Bucky. Attached to the inside was a picture that you had seen, but hadn't put in the folder first. It was a picture of Bucky behind frozen glass, clearly in cryo.

"You're going after him." Sam stated.

"You don't have to come with me." Steve said.

"I know. When do we start?"

You smiled, kissing Sam's cheek and then Steve's. "Good luck Steve. I hope you find him. If you need inside help, call me. But I have to stay here and become a better Agent. I froze to many times on this trip and that can't happen again."

"Y/N!" Steve protested.

You smiled and said, "Steve, count the amount of times you had to save my life or protect me. And then name the amount of times I did anything useful. It's about a count of 95- 4. I don't want you to regret me coming on a mission again. Besides, you're technically my boss now and I would never want to disappoint a boss."

"You're not a disappointment." Steve smiled, "But I understand. Clint better up your training."

You smirked and then walked off and then ran home.

Ran home to Tony. 

[bubblessunshinehoney]

Roommates (stucky AU) pt2

2707 words

A/N: part 2 is here guyssss! I hope you will enjoy it as much as the first one! It's always some mind gymnastic to write a threesome. but it's also so much fun.

Enjoy,

Cloudy

TW: angst, past trauma with a bad misogyn ex. smut, fluffy cute one. Protected sex (p in v), fingering, blowjob, threesome. Love...lots of it. steve and bucky (biggest warning)

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not beta read, english is not my first language. all mistakes are my own.

Part 1 | Part 2 | part 3

Three weeks later, and you all navigate into the new “us”. You just kiss and sometimes make out, nothing more. You stroked their dicks, but they never succeed on touching you more that above your clothes. The trauma being too fresh in your mind. You feel bad. You can feel that they’re holding back. You’ve told them they could have sex together when you weren’t home, but they said no. They want to do it with you. The three of you or nothing.

“I don’t know how to get over it, Nat”, you sniffle onto her shoulder.

“Talk to them, angel. They’re clearly waiting for you to tell them everything so they can help you.” You can only nod.

You come home after your afternoon with Nat, and you enter the appartement with some romantic music and candles lighting everywhere. You look around and they’re waiting for you at the dinner table.

“We thought of doing a little romantic dinner.”, declares Bucky and even in the dim light you can see him blush and you smile softly at him.

“That’s a brilliant idea, I love it…”, you smile sheepishly, almost telling them that you love them, and they come closer to hug you.

“How are you, sweetheart?”, asks Steve kissing your head.

You sigh and nuzzle between them, needing to feel their warmth and breath them in to calm your nerves.

“We need to talk”, you whisper. You feel Bucky tense and you hold him tighter. “We are good, the three of us. It’s about…me…of my…of me and Rumlow.”

Steve nods and kisses your head again. You lead them to the couch, and you let everything out.

You tell them how rude, disrespectful, and awful he was with you. You explain how he never listened to you, always pushing you, forcing you to have sex sometimes, and that you were too afraid to walk away, until Nat helped you and you stopped seeing him.

Bucky is clenching his fists beside you, while Steve strokes your thigh, nodding and looking at you when you speak.

Steve smiles at you when you’re done speaking, Bucky holds you close to him, and they say together “thank you for telling us, love.” You relax against Bucky and holds Steve’s hands. You stay in a comfortable silence, then Bucky shifts slightly behind you.

“That’s why you can’t go further with us?”, you nod, a little bit ashamed. They seem to agree on something because Steve nods after he looked at Bucky.

“What if we give you total control, sweetheart? Would you feel less anxious?”. You look at them both, seeing only trust and love in their eyes.

“Really?”

Bucky kisses your cheek. “Yes, we want you to feel good with us, to feel free. And we know to have sex with one person can be already overwhelming so with 2? Mama Mia”, he chuckles. You smile and nods.

“I like that, I mean…not being dominant, but to have control. To know I have it.”

“You will always have it, sweetheart. If we start and you want to stop, you can say so. If we are in the middle of it, that you already cum and you want to stop, we can stop.”

“Oh my god, the last one is mean, Steve. I help you finish first and then we stop.” They chuckle.

“Most important doll, it’s to communicate, okay?” adds Bucky. You nod and turns your head to kiss him. He groans and kisses you back harder. “And now, I want to communicate you, that I’m so in love with you and that I want you so bad, but we can take all the time you need.”

You gasp… he’s in love with you?

Steve takes hold of your chin and kisses you softly, tenderly. “I’m so in love with you too, sweetheart.”

You gasp again… he’s in love with you?

They’re in love with you?

“You love each other?”, it’s the only thing your brain can think of. They laugh softly.

“We do, baby”, they reply together.

“I’m in love with both of you too”, you murmur.

It may seem quick. That you’re going too fast, but one thing you’ve learn about love is that there’s no timeline, no right way to do it, you just need to feel it. You bring Steve against you, letting him kiss bucky, you look at them from under and you smile. You love to be engulfed between them. You loved to feel their chest rumble with desire, feel their lust growing, their warmth becoming even stronger.

Bucky holds you close, Steve too, you can’t move, and you don’t want too. You feel safe, understood, listen. And you feel slightly stupid to have taken so much time to tell them everything.

“Don’t”, murmurs Bucky. You look up. “I know what you’re thinking about, you told us when you were ready, we don’t rush this kind of things. I’m happy”. He looks at Steve. “We are happy you told us now, and we love you.”

You smile and kiss him softly, too softly apparently, because he holds the back of your head and kisses you harder, deepening the kiss. You pant when he lets you go. Steve is smirking and you blush.

“You’re so pretty, sweetheart.”, he says kissing you tenderly.

Two weeks later, you’re all watching a movie, you tend to watch it, but you can’t focus. The simple touch of their fingers or hands on your body make you shiver with desire. They seem to not realise it…but they do. They’re just waiting for you to say something, to ask them, to tell them what you want.

“Guys”, you sigh. They look at you, brow up and little smiles on their lips. “Can we go to a room and make out?”, you ask with a blush. Bucky is quick to hoist you onto his shoulder, while Steve chuckles and turns off the tv and the lights in the living room.

“Thought you would never ask, doll!”, growls Bucky. You gasp when he slaps your ass. You lift your head to see Steve close and he strokes your face.

“We’re gonna take care of you, sweetheart.” His voice is deep, deeper than usual and you clench around nothing.

Bucky puts you gently on the bed and hovers you, lust written on his face and in his eyes, you moan at that, and you put your hands on your mouth. How can he make you moan without touching you.

Steve chuckles and lays beside you, his hand on your thigh and you open your leg, letting bucky settles better between them. This time your moan is louder. He’s hard as a rock. “See, doll? I’m ready for you.” You turn your head to look Steve up and down and…fucking hell the bulge in his pants is ready to burst.

“Yeah, see what you do to me too, sweetheart?”

From there, your brain can think of one thing, have them naked and all for you. You kiss Bucky hard, tugging at his shirt, his pants, he’s quick to comply being the first naked and you push him to lay on the bed, stroking his body, kissing him all over. Then you turn to Steve and proceed to do the same. Soon they’re both naked in front of you and you have one hand on each of their thigh. You smile and stroke their leg. They’re groaning, letting you have your way. You’re in total control.

“Can I touch you, sweets?”. They nod eagerly, dreaming to have your hands around them, they’re holding their pinkies. You wrap your hands around their cock, and they moan. Fuck that’s beautiful.

Bucky looks at you, licking his lips. “Too many clothes, doll. Want to see you too…ple-ase?”, he moans.

 You nod and let go of their cock, they groan at the loss of touch, but soon they’re biting their lips, holding their pinkies tighter, because you are taking off your clothes. When you are as bare as them, you start to make yourself smaller, but they have none of that. They sit up and kiss every part they can put their mouth on, and you relax. Their kisses are sweet, caring, loving, hot. They work in tandem, making you feel so much at the same time. The roughness of Bucky’s beard, the smoothness of Steve lips. They add their hands, you shiver of pleasure, they lay you between them, their warmth is surrounding you. And you feel safe, you know that they are watching every reaction of yours to make sure you’re okay. You told them that sometimes you can’t find your voice when you have sex. So instead of a safeword, you agreed on a touch. If you pinch them both twice, it means “we need to stop”.

They continue to kiss you, to explore your body with their mouth and fingers. Then it hits you, how it’s going to work? Like you’re three in this, you never had two cocks inside you and... Steve is kissing you deeply.

“Don’t overthink now, let’s see what we want, okay?”. You can’t stop the giggle. How can he read your mind always amazed you. “And I have an idea…if you want my opinion on how we can all enjoy it.” You nod, blushing. “Well, I know that Bucky is dying to be in your pussy, like dying to feel you”, Bucky growls onto your neck, agreeing. “And I would love to know what that mouth can do”, he smiles and kisses you softly.

“That sounds perfect, Stevie.”, you whisper, you feel Bucky throbs and you can’t repress your moan. “Just need some preparation, because you’re both big…like bigger bigger.” They chuckle and their hands are on you again. You don’t know whose fingers are stroking your inside and which ones are rubbing your clit. You can only differ which mouth is sucking on your nipple, and which one is sucking on your neck.

You gasp when you feel yourself cumming, you hold on to their neck and arch your back, moaning loudly, they growl feeling you gush on their fingers and they kiss each other hard above you, making you moan more and clench around…Steve fingers by the way he’s groaning. You’re panting, feeling more relax you’ve ever been. They smile at you, and you hear the sound of a package opening, then you admire Bucky rolling the condom on his cock.

“Which position you want doll?”, he asks you softly, making you shiver.

“Missionary?”, you look at Steve, “we can try to change how we are so I can turn my head and blow you?”. He smiles and nods.

“Let see how we can do that.”

After a few minutes you find the perfect position for everyone to enjoy it. Steve stay beside you for now and he looks at Bucky, then back at you and he smiles widely. Then Bucky kisses you and rubs his cock up and down your slit and you arch your back. When he finally starts to push in, you clasp your hands on his shoulders and you look deep into his baby blue eyes, he bottoms out gently, you can feel every ridge of him, and you moan when your pelvis touches his. He waits for you to tell him, he can move and when you give him the greenlight, he starts to thrust and…you never felt like this in your life.

His movements are perfect, he hits every spots that make your toes tingle, and the roll of his hips when he’s balls deep, its incredible and you can’t describe it.

“Fuck, this pussy was made for me”, groans Bucky, kissing down your neck and up your jaw. You turn your head to give him more space and you are eye to eye with Steve’s dick…and it’s as impressive as the one that’s inside you. You moan and lean in to take the tip in your mouth. Steve hisses and strokes your face.

“Fuck, you’re amazing, Sweetheart”.

After that, the only noise is the tree of you panting, moaning, groaning. The squelching sound of bucky thrusting and your soft gags when Steve thrusts into your mouth.

Steve passes his hand between Bucky and you, and he finds your clit again, rubbing it gently. Bucky moans deeply. “Fuck, she’s clenching harder Steve, don’t stop.” The blond smirks and goes a bit harder, wishing to see you and Buck cum undone.

You cross eyed and then they roll back. You moan around Steve, feeling your orgasm building. The knot in your lower tummy tightens, then snap and you cum hard. Bucky loses his pace and bites your shoulder, cumming too. Your mouth hangs open, you’re panting and your walls flutter around Bucky’s cock. The brown pants against your skin and pampers kisses on it.

“Fuck, doll, you did so well. My good girl, you were amazing.”. The praise makes you clench more and Bucky chuckles. “Does my good doll have a praise kink?”.

“maybe”, you whisper.

Steve laughs softly and clears his throat. “You won’t leave me out, don’t you, my beloveds?”. Bucky rests on his elbows and looks at Steve’s cock, red and shining with your spit and his precum.

“Nah, we won’t do that, right doll?”. You shake your head, still a bit floating after your orgasm. Bucky pulls out and you whine a little. “Soon, I’ll be back inside you, doll, and you’ll cum more than once.”

You roll on your stomach and kiss Steve’s hip. Bucky follows what you’re doing and soon, you work in tandem, making Steve crazy. He’s panting and holding the back of your heads. You go suck on his balls, while bucky sucks on his head. You join in the middle of his shaft and change roles. You finally meet at his tip and make out together. Then Bucky winks at you and make you suck on one of his fingers, that disappear under Steve’s balls and the blond moans loudly, when Bucky rubs his tight hole. Your eyes go wide when you realise what the brown is doing, and you smirk.

Soon enough, Steve is a moaning mess and squirming under your ministrations. “Where do you wanna cum, Stevie”, growls Bucky.

“Your mouth, Buck.” You squeak and they both look at you with a tender smile. “You’re gonna love it, sweetheart. Buck…is incredible”. The concerned one laughs and kisses you.

“Lay back and admire, doll face.” You go snuggle Steve’s side, realising how tired you are.

Then Bucky makes a show for the both of you, he’s deepthroating Steve, sucking his balls, fucking his pucker hole with his tongue and fingers.  The blond holds onto your side and moans, arching his back, whispering Bucky’s name and then he hiccups.

“Gonna cum!”, at that Bucky deepthroats him and Steve loose it, cumming inside his mouth with a deep groan and you can only look and admire it. Admire them.

Bucky pulls of and licks his lip. “Wanna taste, doll?”. You nod and sit up to get to him and you kiss him passionately, deeply, making him moan and holds you close. He brings you back onto Steve side and he kisses him tenderly, the blond is like jelly and can’t really kiss him back. You kiss his neck and nip at it; he squeezes your hip and moans softly.

You all snuggle, drawing patterns on Steve’s chest and fiddling with Buck’s fingers. After a few minutes, Bucky is the first to speak.

“How do you feel, doll?”. You smile.

“I’m great. More than that.” Bucky strokes your cheek, while Steve strokes your side. “And you, guys?”

“Amazing”, they sing together.

“No unwelcomed feelings, sweetheart?”, worries Steve.

“Not at all, not all. I felt safe from beginning to end, and so good. You both made me feel like a goddess”.

“That’s because you are”, huffs playfully Bucky.

“I love you guys, so much.”

“I love you too”, they almost say in sync, making you laugh softly. Steve hugs you both tightly and kisses the top of your heads.

One thing is absolutely crystal clear, you never want to leave that appartement anytime soon. You are in love with your roommates, and they’re in love with you too.

part3

[thewriterghost]

Worth It

Pairing: Plantonic!Avengers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader (i mean, it's there but you might have to squint a little)

Summary: You were back from a tough mission and the team thought a movie night would be a good way to relax a bit.

Note: Thanks a lot for all the notes on my other fic! I was not expecting that at all. So thanks! Anyways, quick reminder that English is not my first language and I would appreciate any feedback. Enjoy!

*****

Mission was rough. You had to steal some information that's been stolen from S.H.I.E.L.D and destroy it. You were usually fine working alone, especially on missions like this, but this time... It was mentally exhausting. Everything that could've gone wrong, had gone wrong. At least you weren't injured, you thought, as you stepped out of the quinjet.

"Hey." One of your favorite red-heads was also returning from her solo mission.

"Hey, Nat." You replied with a tired smile. Her expression quickly shifted to worried.

"Tough one?"

"Yeah." You nodded. "Nothing I couldn't handle though." You added with a reassuring smile, not wanting to worry her more. You walked alongside each other towards the elevators.

"How was yours?" You asked.

"Nothing I couldn't handle." She smiled. As you parted ways on your floor, she added after you. "Drop by my room if you need anything."

Being one of the newer Avengers had features like this. Others were pretty protective and caring when it came to you. You were surprised they even agreed to let you go on solo missions in the first place. Even though they've all trained you for every situation you might end up in, they were still worried. Thanks to 'someone' (this is a safe place, it's okay to say 'Steve'), you were even trained to use guns. You wouldn't even need guns, thanks to your magic but who cares?

Speak of the devil, you thought as you were walking past the kitchen. One of your favorite duos were having breakfast while clearly having one of their daily bickerings, with an almost-done looking Steve on the side.

"That's not how you make a star-shaped pancake." You could practically see Bucky's unimpressed gaze without even seeing it.

"How would you know?" Said a focused Sam, while still trying to shape the liquid-ish thing he put in the pan. "I think it'll turn out just fine."

"It looks like a cloud."

"No, it doesn't. Look at it."

"I am looking, and I'm telling you it looks like a cloud!"

You couldn't help but giggle at this exchange. You coughed lightly to let them know of your presence. If you hadn't, they would've continued for a long, long time as they've had before.

"Welcome back, doll." You sat next to him as Bucky greeted you, making your heart flutter in the process. Your little crush was undeniable from your perspective, you thought.

"How was your mission?" Sam asked while giving you your own plate of freshly made star-shaped pancakes. You could see Bucky was right in the first glance. These were, in fact, not so star-shaped. More like Mickey Mouse's head. If it had five ears instead of two. And the ears were all around it's cute little head.

When you didn't answer with a quick 'it was fine', they all knew something hadn't been as smooth as they'd hoped.

"Wanna talk about it?" Steve asked, with a worried tone to his voice.

You shook your head as if to say no, while reaching for the syrup to put on the pancakes. As you poured it and took a bite, you weren't aware of the silent communication the others had.

It took a while for you to finish your plate between laughing to Bucky and Sam's conversations and eating.

"So, are you in the mood for a movie tonight? We were thinking maybe we can do a movie night." Sam asked right before you got up from your place. Movie night could be a nice distraction, you thought.

"Yeah, why not?" You smiled. "Since Nat's back too, it'd be a whole crew thing, right?"

"Yeah, it's been a while since all of us were free, too." Steve added.

As the conversation quickly shifted to movie choices, you cleaned up your plate and turned around to make your way to your room. But not before dropping a little comment.

"They weren't really star-shaped, by the way."

You smirked while Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as the bickering from earlier flared up again with an "I told you so!" from Bucky. A laugh escaped from you lips as you walked to your room, you could still hear them arguing.

You quickly got in shower upon reaching your room. You weren't injured nor did you have blood on you, yet you felt like you needed some hot water to relax into. By the time you were done, there was a soft knock at your door. Then, a voice.

"Hey, it's me. Just wanted to let you know that we're all gathered and the snacks are ready." You recognized your other favorite red-head's voice in a heartbeat.

"Thanks, Wanda. I'll be there in a sec."

****

You met with everyone else in the living room a few minutes later. As you helped with handing out blankets and snacks, you could hear Tony say something along the lines of "What's the point of having a movie room if everyone keeps choosing the living room for its coziness?" which made you giggle.

"We can use it next time." You heard Steve say, before you sat down to one of the couches with your own blanket. As you waited everyone else to settle as well, the other end of your blanket moved upwards and a tired looking Bucky got under your blankets, sitting right next to you.

"Is it oka-" You nodded before he could finish. You wouldn't rather anyone else.

As the lights went off and movie started, Bucky whispered.

"How are you?"

"Better." You quickly replied, with a smile. He replied with a smile of his own, and wrapped an arm around you. Your eyes wandered around, checking everyone, and then Bucky. These people, people you now called family... Yes, it was one of the toughest jobs, being an Avenger. But that was the job that gave you this family. So, at the end of the day, it was fine. It was more than worth it, anyway.

[anonymityisfunwriter]

Public Approval

Part of The Grumpy X Sunshine Series

"Alright, and for the last order of business," Tony claps his hands, pacing the front of the conference room. "Pepper has asked me to walk you through your public approval ratings. She thinks the reminder will give some sort of motivation for a more concerted effort into our public image." Tony dramatically sighs, crossing his arms over his chest, "I am not as optimistic, but then again, Pepper has never had to corral you animals into a conference room."

"Do you ever have anything nice to say to us?" Sam questions.

"Considering I am the person that has to corral you animals into a conference room, no, I don't."

"That's probably fair," Sam concedes.

"Sure," Bucky sarcastically mutters, rolling his eyes, "We save the world all the time, but we don't smile and wave at people and they decide to hate us for the week. That sounds fair."

"Are you done being bitter?" Tony rhetorically asks. "I'd like to get this over with."

Bucky nonchalantly shrugs, "For now."

"It's okay." You wrinkle your nose at Bucky, squeezing his hand, "You'll always have my approval."

"Gross," Sam mutters.

Tony rolls his eyes, making a show of walking around the circular table and bestowing your approval ratings on each and everyone of you, "Natasha, 50%."

A smile tugs on the corner of Nat's mouth, "Just where I want it."

"Wanda, 47%, getting better every week."

She nods, "Thank you."

Tony takes a large gulp of air, only to let out a defeated sigh, "Sam, so far, you are my favorite, 67%. I hate to say this, but not bad."

"You hear that, I'm the favorite now!" Sam proudly exclaims.

"Never mind," Tony almost immediately backtracks, placing a hand on the back of your chair. "You're not the favorite. Pinkie Pie, my PR prodigy, sitting pretty at 89%."

Your smile melts into a deep frown as you shake your head. An intensity floods your tone as you speak, "Don't worry, Tony. I promise I'm working on that other 11%. I'll find them, I'll make them love me."

"Barnes," Tony prompts, his eyes comically wide.

"I won't let her stalk anyone. Don't worry," Bucky promises, dismissively waving Tony away.

"Thank you, and whatever you're doing is working, you're finally at 50%."

Bucky quirks an eyebrow at Tony, "So there's an equal chance that people love me or hate me?"

"Or you could see it as a glass half full?" Tony suggests. "There was a 100 percent chance that people hated you before!"

Bucky frowns, "That makes me feel so much better."

"Steve, for shame, 42%."

"What?" Steve squawks in disbelief. "No! That would mean that Bucky-"

"That would mean that Bucky what?" Sam antagonizes. "That Bucky's approval rating is better than yours, is that what you were going to say?"

"No! That's not what I was going to say! I just - There's no way-"

"That people like Bucky better than you?" Sam finishes. He juts his thumb in your direction, "If you were smart, you'd be best friends with the most likable of all of us. Too bad that position has been filled."

"It's not a contest, Sam!" Steve retorts.

"Because you'd be losing?"

"It's certainly not a close contest," Bucky mutters under his breath.

"And now that the pot has been sufficiently stirred, you're all free to go!"

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[last-herondale]

Almost Part 5

Bucky Barnes x FemReader!

Angst, hurt, heartbreak

Warnings: cussing

AN: yall, I love this series so far. It hurts my heart but damn.

Enjoy ❤️

You had been back from your mission for about a month now. Whatever this thing was between you and Steve, was still happening. He didn’t seem to be in any rush to define the relationship, and to be honest you were in no hurry to define anything either. Having fun might have been an acceptable answer, since the two of you certainly had a lot of that since your return. But even despite the physical attraction the two of you clearly felt towards each other, there was also the emotional connection that you two had.

You were surprised to find out just how easy it was to open up to Steve. He was a great listener. You were used to being the listener in situations like these. You had been the listener for Nat whenever she needed to talk and you had been the listener for Bucky on those many nights that he needed someone to vent to. It was nice. Freeing in a way to be able to talk to Steve. He didn’t make you feel ashamed for talking about your feelings, even when those feelings sometimes drifted to his best friend.

You found yourself thinking about Bucky less and less. Not seeing him around as often also helped your heart heal. He would turn up occasionally of course, for briefings or training sessions with Sam, but other than that he had been an anomaly to see at the headquarters. Steve offered little insight into Bucky’s whereabouts, although you wouldn’t dare ask now. Since you and Steve were… together… In some capacity anyway, you did your best to refrain from talking about Bucky Barnes.

But still, your heart ached for him in ways that you couldn't understand. The ache didn’t hurt as much as it had that night on the balcony, but even now the absence of someone who you held so dearly hurt, despite yourself… You decided that it was okay to let go. You were happy being with Steve. He was what you needed and in return you wanted to be the best version of yourself to prove you were worthy of being with him. And you knew that that meant letting go of Bucky.

Of course, fate has a funny sense of humor, because as you were passing through the hallway one late night, a door opened up and a beautiful woman stepped outside. You had been in your sleep wear, a water bottle from the kitchen in your hand, and you damn near ran head first into the woman. Your training kicked in and with the sight of a stranger in the Avenger’s tower made you grab her arm and pin it behind her back. The woman let out a muffled scream and dropped her purse.

“I’m sorry! Please, don’t hurt me!” She squealed as you pinned her against the wall.

“Who are–”

Before you could finish your question, the same door burst open and out came a shirtless, wild eyed Bucky. He had a small pistol in his hand as he scanned the hallway.

“Nadia what the hell-” his words fell away as his eyes settled on you. He lowered his weapon immediately.

“James, help me,” she whimpered.

You and Bucky locked eyes for a moment and then it suddenly hit you all at once. You hadn’t realized that you had gone down the wrong hallway, and that you were in front of Bucky’s apartment. The route used to be a familiar trek for you, but now… This girl had been leaving his company in the late hours of the night…

You dropped her arm immediately and watched as she stumbled back over to Bucky.

Right. The girlfriend.

You felt your cheeks flush in embarrassment as you quickly bent down to pick up the purse and hand it to her.

“I’m sorry, I thought–”

“What the hell?” Bucky asked angrily, holding Nadia and soothing her hyperventilation.

The anger in Bucky’s voice hit a nerve with you. It didn’t make you emotional, like you thought seeing him, and his girlfriend together, would. Instead, you found yourself clenching your jaw in frustration.

“I said sorry, didn’t I?” You snapped, “Maybe next time get your girl here an escort out the door, before someone far scarier than myself finds her in the halls. I think Tony has a special pass for late night visitors.”

Nadia scoffed at the inflection of your tone, and your allusion to her being a hooker. She looked to Bucky for some sort of help, but he just stared daggers at you. You gave her slight smirk and you put your hands on your hips.

Nadia just snatched her purse from me and stormed off down the hallway. You watched as she huffed away, and you felt a small smirk creep up on your face as you turned to look at Bucky. At first, the only thing you could see on his face was anger, his face was a bit flushed and his eyebrows were furrowed. But you swore you could have seen a spark of amusement lingering in his eyes as he stared you down.

“What the hell is your problem?” he demanded, shoving his pistol in the waistband of his sweats.

“I don’t have one,” you said between your clenched teeth, “Like I said, it was an accident, I didn’t realize this was your hallway.”

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief and you just gave out an angry huff of breath. You knew it didn’t look good for you to be so cross. Just because you had bumped into the woman that he chose over you. It was crass and unprofessional… but you didn’t care.

“Whatever, I don’t have to put up with this shit,” you muttered as you turned around to leave.

A cool metal hand caught the back of your arm, not hurting you, but gripping tight enough to stop you from leaving.

“Wait, I–”

You spun around on him, anger flashing in your eyes as you faced him.

“Oh! Are you finally going to talk to me, James? Or yell at me some more for scaring your girlfriend?”

Bucky frowned at you, clearly getting worked up as you were. You knew you needed to be careful. You didn’t want to say the wrong thing in front of Bucky, but he knew exactly how to work you up into a fit.

“You haven’t exactly been a conversationalist with me either, you know,” his voice dripped with sarcasm as he spoke. “You run away for a month and a half, not telling anyone where you’re going.”

“That’s not fair, I was on a mission…”

“Don’t use that as a fucking excuse. We all go on missions, but that was different and we both know it,” Bucky snapped, his temper rising as he was losing control of himself.

“Do you know how worried I’ve been? You, Steve, and Sam disappear after the party and fuck off to some place that no one knows where? What the hell was I supposed to think when Tony said you three had a snag in the mission. I thought you were dead. All of you.”

“We were busy…”

“Oh yeah, I know. You’ve been really busy lately, haven’t you?”

You felt your blood freeze. He obviously was referring to Steve. You weren’t sure how he knew, since you and Steve had made sure not to tell anyone anything yet. You didn’t want to announce a relationship if there wasn’t one. So how did Bucky find out? Did Steve crack and tell him? Had he been lying to you?

Heat quickly found your stomach again. You clenched your fists and met his icy gaze.

“I don’t see what business of that is yours,” you said sharply.

“He’s my best friend,” Bucky said tensely.

For a moment it looked like Bucky would continue talking, but he tightened his mouth into a line and just kept a steady gaze on you. You crossed your arms, mimicking him. You felt your temper rising to dangerous levels.

“Whatever you want to say, just fucking say it.”

Bucky scoffed out a laugh. But you weren’t laughing. You took a step towards him, willing your eyes to be sharp as daggers as you stared at him

“Say it.”

You saw the fire burning in Bucky’s eyes and he clenched his jaw before opening his mouth.

“There were other ways to get back at me, you know,” Bucky said in a deadly low voice, “But fucking my best friend is an all time low.”

You flinched as if he had slapped you.

Your chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace as you tried not to cry in front of him. You wanted to yell at him, scream at him. How dare he accuse you of using Steve as a weapon against him. How dare he get mad at you for trying to move on, when he didn’t want you. Rather than curse him up and down the hallway, you just took a step back from him, feeling oddly hollow and cold.

“I didn’t know you thought so little of me,” you said in a small voice, “but I guess that checks out doesn’t it? I guess you never thought much of me… ever.”

Bucky’s anger seemed to fall away instantly. He uncrossed his arms and opened his mouth to say something, but you were gone. You were running down the hall, tears blurring your vision as you ran. You didn’t stop to listen if he was following you. You flung open your door and slammed it shut as you slid down against the door immediately. Tears poured down your face as you sobbed. You wrapped your arms around your knees, feeling like that was the only thing you could do to keep yourself together.

You sat there, the rest of the night and early into the morning feeling so empty that if a breeze were to come into the apartment, you knew you would float away. Part of you wished that you would. You wondered how many times your heart could break before it was useless. You wondered why you continued to let James Buchanan Barnes break your heart, if you really had any control over that at all. You had hoped that being with Steve would help. Maybe Bucky was right? Were you using Steve to get over him? The thought made you want to vomit.

All you could be certain of was the pain. You felt it everywhere and nowhere all at once. It lived in you. Consumed you. What you hated the most was that you couldn’t distinguish love from the pain anymore. All you knew was that whenever you thought of Bucky, the pain returned with a vengeance. Now it had settled deep in your bones and it made you want to die.

Part 6

[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Truth About Love ~ 7

THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,565ish

Summary: You and Steve do some late-night texting. Steve and Tony get in a fight.

Notes: Honestly, this might be complete crap. Sorry. Also, please check out the playlists!

“Are you ever going to tell me who this guy is that you’re being so secretive about?” Natasha immediately asked as you entered the apartment after your small outing with Steve.

You jumped, your hand going over your heart as she startled you. “Gosh, Nat!” You exclaimed. “You scared me.”

“Well maybe if you stopped sneaking around, I wouldn’t have to.” Her arms were folded over her chest as her eyes narrowed at her. “You’ve been almost in a love-struck haze since you started work. Is the guy a coworker?”

“He’s not.”

“A customer?”

“You could say that.”

“You sure seem to be in love with him so quickly for such a short amount of time.”

“I’m—I’m not in love with him.” Natasha raised a brow at you, clear unbelieving. “I need to do a few things before I go to bed.” You headed toward your room. “Goodnight, Nat.”

“Night, Y/N. Sweet dreams!”

~~~

Bucky peeked his head out of his room when he heard Steve enter the apartment, humming. His brows furrowed as he came out and saw Steve with a sickly-sweet smile on his face.

“So, how was your day?” Bucky questioned, curious as to why he was acting this way.

“Good,” Steve answered simply as he headed to the bathroom. 

Bucky followed. “Good? Just good, huh? Then what’s got you humming?”

“Nothing.”

Bucky leaned against the door frame of Steve’s bathroom as Steve started pulling items out to get ready for bed. “Sure doesn’t seem like nothing.” He studied his friend for a moment. “Is there a girl?”

“Maybe.”

“What’s her name?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” Steve didn’t respond. “Do I at least know her? Or is she one of the many you wooed and left heartbroken on your world travels?”

“Buck, you’ll find out when I’m ready for you to find out, alright?”

“Alright, alright,” Bucky held up his hands in surrender. “I’m just not used to seeing you this happy. It’s a good look on you.”

“Yeah…” A dopey grin formed over Steve’s lips as he thought of you. “She makes me happy.”

“That’s great, punk. Happy for you.”

~~~

My Artist Guy: Sorry, doll, I know that you said you’d text me tomorrow but I couldn’t wait.

You laughed as you looked at the text Steve had just sent. You were laying on your side so that you could use your phone while it was plugged in. Biting your bottom lip, you began to reply.

Me: That’s okay. I was thinking about texting you tonight anyway.

Me: I had a great time tonight. You taking me to see your studio meant a lot.

My Artist Guy: I’m glad you thought so. I had a great time tonight too.

My Artist Guy: I know that you have a really busy schedule, but when are you free next? 

You quickly reached down and grabbed your backpack from where you dropped it near your bed. You pulled it closer, unzipped it, and took out your planner. Quickly flipping through it, you found this week and looked over it. You sighed when you realized that your work and school, plus the assignments you would enviably have, took up most of your free time. You didn’t know what to tell Steve though. You wanted to spend time with him, you just didn’t know if you could realistically.

Me: My planner is telling me never… but my heart is telling me something else.

My Artist Guy: At least let me swing by work and pick you up again. We don’t have to go anywhere or do anything. I’ll just take you home.

Me: As long as I’m not an inconvenience, I’d love that.

My Artist Guy: You’ll never be an inconvenience, sweetheart. Let’s just plan on me picking you up from work unless I am unable to for some reason.

Me: You really don’t have to, Steve.

My Artist Guy: I want to and would love to. Any excuse to spend time with you. 

My Artist Guy: Send me pictures of your work schedule so I can put the schedule in my own planner.

Me: Are you sure?

My Artist Guy: Y/N, doll, I’m sure. 

My Artist Guy: Now send the picture or I’ll have to come over and get it myself.

You laughed aloud to yourself, shaking your head ever so slightly. You turned on your phone’s camera and snapped a picture of your planned out week.

Me: Here you go. 

My Artist Guy: Thank you, doll. I’ll add your work schedule to my own planner.

My Artist Guy: I do see that you have an earlier morning than I thought. Sorry to be keeping you up, sweetheart. Go to bed and I’ll talk to you in the morning. 

Me: Goodnight, Steve

~~~

The second day of school was rougher than the first. Your classes were harder and everything seemed to go wrong at work. You were close to tears when the closing time arrived. Looking around, you realized how much of a mess the store actually was. The bells rung above the door and you spun around to see that it was Steve. You rushed forward and slammed yourself into Steve, silent tears finally falling down your face.

“Doll?” Steve softly questioned as his arms came around you. “What happened?” 

You couldn’t respond, body shaking with silent sobs. Steve held you tighter as he looked around to see that the store was a mess. Clearly, work had not been easy for you today. Steve held you until your sobs subsided then he gently guided you over to one of the chairs. He helped you sit down and then crouched down to better meet your gaze. 

“Sit here,” he took hold of both of your hands, “I’m going to clean as much as I can, and then I’ll help you do the rest. We’ll get through this together and do it fast.” He kissed both of your hands sweetly.

“You don’t have to,” you told him, your voice rough with emotions. “It’s my—“

“Stop it. Let me do this for you. Alright? You sit here and calm down and then join in when you’re ready.”

Steve let go of your hands, heading for the cleaning supplies, and immediately got to work. It took you about ten minutes to join him and then another fifteen completely be done. You locked the door and Steve quickly took your hand and helped you onto his motorcycle. You clung to him as he drive you home and parked the bike.

“I wish I could walk you up, sweetheart,” Steve said, helping you off the motorcycle. “But Bucky and Natasha are both home and I need to meet up with my brother at the bar.”

“Are you going to be late?” You quickly asked. “I’m so sorry if you are. I should have—“

“Hey, hey,” Steve put his hands on your arms, rubbing up and down, “it’s okay. I’m not late, plus Tony will understand.”

You looked at his shirt, seeing stains from where you had cried into it and stains from cleaning. “You’re shirt—“

“Stop it, doll, it’s okay. It’s just a shirt. It’s fine.” He kissed your forehead. “You go get some much-needed rest and I’ll talk to you in the morning, alright?” 

You nodded. “Thank you for helping me.”

He smiled at you. “Anytime, sweetheart.” He leaned in and kissed your lips sweetly. “Please try and get some rest.”

“I’ll try.” You slowly started backing away. “Talk to you tomorrow.”

Steve watched as you walked into the building before getting back on his bike and heading out to the bar he was planning to meet Tony at. The bar was fancier than Steve would have preferred but it wasn’t his decision. He walked in to see that Tony was sitting at a booth, already nursing a drink.

“Hey,” Steve greeted, sliding into the other side of the booth.

“Nice of you to show,” Tony replied, waving down a waiter.

“I wasn’t that late, Tony. Besides, I had to help Y/N close up shop.”

“You’re working at the coffee shop now?”

“No. I was just helping her. It had been a hard day.” Tony scoffed, leaning back as he brought his glass up to his lips for another sip. “What is it, Tony?”

“The girl clearly is playing you.”

“You don’t know her.”

“You really don’t know her either. You meet her, what, like a week ago? And suddenly you’re like head over heels for her.”

“What has happened to you, Tony? You’re letting being CEO get to your head.”

“And you’re living a fantasy. Do you even know her last name yet?”

“I don’t, but it doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, right, because you’re soulmates.” Tony rolled his eyes. 

“Seriously, Tony, what the hell is wrong with you?” Steve slid out of the booth just as the waiter came over to get his order. 

“I just am concerned that you are going to do something stupid with her.”

“You don’t even know her!”

“Neither do you!”

“I can’t do this,” Steve shook his head. “Let me know when you’ve decided to calm down about this or try to be a supportive brother.” He turned around and started for the door.

“And you let me know when you figure out the girl’s last name!”

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[rissararity]

Keep My Secret - Stucky/OC

By RissaRarity

(Poly undertones)

👉🏻Chapter word count: 5910

Masterlist

SUMMARY: Prism and the guys are sent to Russia where she must pass as an omega to play the part of bait for a sex trafficking ring.

Trust is tested as she takes a shot designed by Bruce and Tony to make her mentally more of an Omega, and she let's her natural omega scent and pheromones free for the first time around Steve and Bucky.

They begin to take care of her as they would an omega, and all see each other in a new light - even if the guys think her new scent is an artifical eau de Omega perfume designed by Tony and Bruce.

(A fluffy, smut free chapter to help the ending of the full story I have written for this version of Priz feel more natural. There will be at least one more chapter of this "Bait" mission that will be a bit more smutty)

EAU DE OMEGA PART 1 - (Stucky + Prism FLUFF)

"Not exactly the dream team, Stark." Steve growled as Prism joined them in the briefing room.

"Get over it, Rogers!" she crossed her arms, but was only spared a brief glare before it turned on Tony again.

"Actually, Capsicle, it is the dream team for this mission and I think you'll agree if you'd shut up and let me explain." The tension between the alphas was palpable, the air felt electric and tense as they stood toe to toe - Tony not at all deterred by the height difference.

Immediately, the betas intervened.

Bucky used his metal arm to drag Steve away while Prism stood behind Tony and wrapped both of her arms around his torso. She pressed submissive kisses to his tense shoulders and let a feeling of calm emanate from her in a way betas - and apparently fake ones- can.

Being an omega made her ability pack more of a punch, able to calm almost any Alpha in seconds.

When Tony's back relaxed and the air followed suit, the alphas regarded each other coldly for a moment before the mission briefing began.

They were heading to Moscow, Russia to track down a known human trafficker. They needed someone to play a buyer that speaks the language, someone on the outside an- "Bait?! You want me to be bait?!" Prism protested, jumping to her feet with defiance in her eyes.

"I'm actually with gas stain here. Wouldn't Nat be a better option? She speaks the language and is a great actress." Bucky spoke up.

"You would know!" Prism mocked, elbowing his rib and getting a short warning growl in response.

"And then we would actually have competing bids!" Steve laughed, looking Prism up and down and shaking his head.

"Natasha is a great spy, but even she can't hide her Alpha pheromones for that long. Lady Gray here has none at all, and I have figured out how to synthesize realistic Omega scent. Fake omega, in a bottle!" he pulled a small but elegant perfume vial out of his pocket.

"She'll just have to really dig in to her submissive side and try to pass as an omega. Easy peasy."

Both of the men started laughing, "As if Priz could pass for an omega!" Steve doubled over on laughter as Bucky dramatically wiped his eyes.

Rage burned inside of her, but instead of telling them off - proving them right...ish- she decided to be the most omegaest omega she could be.

Tony watched the fire in her eyes simmer before a look of innocence filled them, her posture slouched a little and she unrolled the sleeves of her oversized hoodie.

He felt like he was watching her wind up for the pitch, and tried not to betray how excited he was for the show.

Let's see whatcha got, Priz!

Cheating...but also sort of not, she let her omega pheromones leak a little but only to those close to her. Her targets were only about six feet away, while Tony was more like twelve feet. With her hoodie keeping most of them in, they came from around her neck and hands.

Finally, Prism stepped between the two super soldiers and grabbed each of their hands in her newly acquired sweaterpaws. "Can we go to the movies tonight? Please? I've been soooo good lately!" Her silver eyes were wide and excited as she looked back and fourth between the two of them, a hopeful smile on her lips.

They were stunned - even through the sweater the physical touch amplified what they subconsciously picked up on. Both had closed their fingers around her hand as soon as contact was established.

Tony smirked knowing she had them hook, line and sinker.

You go, Lady Grey.

"I..." "Y-h-how?"

Prism swiftly nullified her omega pheromones with her magic and her bubbly smile turned cocky, mischief danced in her eyes.

They swiftly took their hands away, both slightly pink in the face.

"Y-you don't speak the language though!" Bucky protested.

"Tourists get kidnapped all the time." She countered, meeting his eyes. "I know enough Russian to pass as a tourist. Natasha says I'm posredstvennyy!" (mediocre)

Bucky sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Is that good?" Steve whispered to him.

He sighed, "Its good enough to pass for a tourist. A stupid one." He glared at her.

"Oh please, grow up!" she hissed.

"Net, ty vzrosleyesh'! YA dostatochno vzroslyy, chtoby byt' tvoim dedushkoy, zasranets!" (No, you grow up! I'm old enough to be your grandfather you brat!)

The blinked at him as she slowed down his words in her head and tried to pick her way through them.

"Wait....I'm thinking....I know some of those words..." she visibly buffered, making Tony cover his mouth to hold in a laugh, "Who you calling brat you dusty fossil!? So much for having a mature discussion or, God forbid, an honest admission that I might actually be able to pull this off?! I fit the bill and you're gonna have to deal with it. I'm willing to do this because we can save so many people, I will do whatever it takes for this mission to be a success but in order to be a passable act I need to be able to trust you guys. That's the real problem here." Prism was fuming.

Bucky opened his mouth but Steve put a hand on his chest, stopping him, turning to her and speaking first. "No, you have to say it in Russian."

"W-what?"

The wind left her sails as quick as it came.

A short, choked laugh made the trio all look over at Tony, "My bad, sorry, one got out. Continue." He nodded a couple of times, going back to covering his mouth and pacing.

"If you can say that in Russian, you win this round." Steve clarified, his mate smirking behind him.

"Ya zhdu, kúkolka." (I'm waiting, Doll) the beta cupped behind his ear.

The men watched her cheeks get pinker as she got more flustered, smirks crossing all their faces now.

Glaring, Prism put some magic into her fist and punched Bucky firmly in the gut, knocking the wind out of him.

He bent over slightly with a glare of his own that could curdle milk. She got on her toes and whispered in his ear, "Idi ty, mudak." (Fuck you, asshole.)

Natasha made sure her friend got all the essential phrases down at least.

Tony broke into laugher after the door closed behind Prism.

Steve and Bucky looked over at him in shock, the alpha rubbing his mates abs to soothe the soreness away.

"I don't need to know Russian to know she won that round." He shrugged.

"Breaking the rules to win only leads to false victory." Steve protested.

"How noble of you, Cap, really." Tony rolled his eyes, "all I know is, one of the betas is probably vigorously venting to Bruce and the other has a tummy ache." He pouted, getting a set of bone chilling growls.

"Just saying!" Tony waved over his head and made a swift exit. He couldn't risk a fight against both of them, now that no one was around to step in.

Plus, it was always fun to stir people up then leave.

It was practically his signature move.

--

The plan was simple. Steve would set up Basecamp while Prism, who would be going by Della Mckinnon, would put on the eau de Omega, and wander around to be the bait. Bucky would take out any assailants and they'd be sent to SHEILD for questioning.

The backup plan was less than ideal, and would be considerably harder on the bait. Everyone hoped it wouldn't come to that but they knew it was a possibility.

Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

The following day, they took the quinjet to Russia. A bunker hidden in the mountains would serve as their home-base. Tony had spared no expense, building a fully functional apartment complete with a large bedroom with three king sized beds.

The trio set up and prepped all the necessary things for the following evening when the mission would officially start.

The men were gathered at the dinner table with their finished MRE's in front of them when Prism walked in already in her pajamas- leggings and an oversized T-shirt that hung slightly off one shoulder.

They eyed her suspiciously when she entered with a small case. It scanned her thumb print then opened to reveal a syringe.

"Bruce made this to go along with the...perfume. It'll help me...play the part a bit better." She spoke quietly.

"He made you an Omega-shot?" Steve asked.

"Pretty much. I need to make sure I can hide my...simmering rage as Tony calls it. The issue is...if I use it I'll really be pushed into subspace and I'll be forced to start acting...I'll be forced to actually depend on you guys here because I...won't be able to protect myself as well if at all. I'll truly be a sitting duck."

They said nothing and waited for her to go on.

"I'll be almost exactly like having an Omega, and I'll act unlike myself. I don't...know how I'll react to you guys."

Bucky grinned, "Pretty positively I'd guess." He sat up a bit straighter and the air shifted as he took on his Alpha disposition. "Omega's prefer alpha's right?"

Steve nodded, winking at her then chuckling as her cheeks got pink.

She stammered a little until Bucky relaxed again and laughed, "I'm only kidding, Priz. We'll do what we gotta for the mission but...you'll be safe with us."

"and from us." The blonde agreed. "But keep in mind this is all for the mission, and we might have to do some acting to avoid suspicion."

The women nodded, still not fully trusting them, and eyed the light pink liquid in the syringe.

"You understand if I use this, I'm not responsible for how submissive I might get and you can't use any part of this mission against me?"

They hesitated but agreed. "If it helps us bring down a sex trafficking ring, I think I can deal with you bringing me drinks, cuddling with me and possibly trying to touch my cock."

Steve clapped his mate on the shoulder, laughing silently, "Same here but I think she'd prefer the real alpha, don't you?"

Prism rolled her eyes, "I really can't tell the difference."

"But maybe an omega could!" The blonde grinned.

The air tensed a little as Bucky did, giving a cocky glare "Is that a challenge?"

"You can test me later but no fighting over a psudo-omega who's going to be almost defenseless without you. This is a lot of trust, guys." She butted in, raising her voice even though the nervousness was evident in it.

Seemingly snapped out of it, they both looked at her again.

"We know we aren't exactly friends, but we wouldn't let anything like that actually happen to you." Bucky blinked.

"We joke but we realize how vulnerable you're going to be on this mission. It's big of you that you agreed to do it- even though it means you're with us."

Pushing her hair nervously over her ear, she let it sink in. "I guess if anything you'll like me more when I'm...weak and whiney."

"You're always those things, so the only difference will be that you won't start as many arguments."

She glared at Bucky who only shrugged. "I guess what we're saying is, we'll keep anyone from liking you too much."

"And we won't like you too much either. Even if you start getting grabby." Steve winked, ego pleased when she blushed and looked back down at the vial.

Bruce managed to get Tony to time the mission perfectly with her scent blockers. The birth control part was still active but it was easy for her to let some of her Omega pheromones come through. She had no plans on using eau de Omega though she had brought it.

The shot was real, designed to push betas into subspace not much different from omega-space. But as she was an Omega herself, it would allow her to keep some more of her "bity beta" self while keeping for face an omega mask.

"Okay well..." she gulped, "Bruce said it takes a few hours to kick in and will be active for a week. He can send more later if the mission runs long."

She set the little box on the table. "It's a butt shot so uh...who wants to shoot me?"

Bucky tried to stand first but Steve pushed him back down and stood up. "I'm the Captain." He smirked at his mate, getting up to collect the vial. "Besides, it's nothing you haven't seen."

"I felt it, but I didn't see it! And it was one time, to save our lives. It doesn't count."

Prism said nothing as she put her hands on the table and bent over a little as Steve pushed on her back. He held back a purr of approval as she immediately did as told. He tugged her leggings down on one side, eyes shooting up when he looked down. "A thong, Priz? Really?"

Her cheeks burned, "I knew it was a butt shot and I didn't want..." she dropped her head in shame, not flinching as he gave her the shot and pulled her leggings back up. She half expected him to slap her ass but was relieved that he didn't.

"Thanks well uh, I'm going to go to bed. In the morning...you'll meet a new me. Don't let me do anything too omega-y with you and no playing with commands."

"Sure thing, Doll." Bucky grinned, his mate gave a thumbs up as he sipped his water.

Still not feeling great about this, Prism left the room.

--

They actually met the new her only a few hours later, as she'd woken up to use the bathroom a little while after they'd gone to bed and stood in the middle of the room.

Both snapped awake at the unsure whine that came from her, sitting up and looking confused.

"What is it, Priz?" Steve asked, making her look over at him only to look back over at Bucky and back again.

She whined again and shuffled her feet.

"I think she wants to cuddle and doesn't know who she wants." Bucky assessed the situation.

"Of course. Come here, baby girl." Steve lifted his blanket for her, gentle alpha pheromones radiated from him.

Bucky snickered, "Good thing I'm not the jealous type." He assumed it was the omega signs she was giving off, but even ordinarily he never got angry at the thought of her and Steve.

"You've had sex with her. I'm just sleeping with her." The alpha commented as he let her put them in a position that she liked. He rolled onto his back and she tucked herself under his arm, tangling their legs as she put her head on his chest.

Bucky chuckled, "I know what you mean but that doesn't sound any better."

"It doesn't, does it?" his chest rumbled with laughter under ear.

They were quiet for a while but all of them were still awake, the scent of a discontent omega floated about.

"What's wrong, darlin'?" Steve asked, softly rubbing her back as she pouted.

"More."

He raised his eyebrows, "More what?"

She made a face, "I want...more attention." Her cheeks burned as she admitted it, Steve could see how embarrassed Prism was, "I usually want my space but now I feel..."

"Weak and whiney?"

She glared across the room as Bucky stood up and grabbed his pillow, gesturing to his mate to scoot over.

"...maybe..."

Still, the silver haired beauty didn't complain as Bucky filled in the space behind her and spooned her side while she cuddled up to Steve who was actually ecstatic at this development.

The whole situation was giving him an illusion of the ideal triad including the things only the alpha would notice. Like how Prism's psudo-omega scent mixed beautifully with Bucky's beta one, and it was the most amazing thing Steve had ever smelled.

He smiled slightly as the omega gave a small sigh and snuggled closer, putting her hand on the arm Bucky had thrown over her waist while he buried his nose in her hair.

The blonde watched over them while they both soon fell back asleep, just enjoying the way everything felt. He let himself pretend they were his Beta and omega, both his mates.

He imagined them cuddling while watching movies, them helping her build a nest - each giving her items with their scent on them to add to it...followed by explicit images of not only she and Bucky but the three of them...together.

His nose twitched as he smelled the psudo-omega getting wet from his arousal despite the fact that she was asleep.

Feeling a little bad, he let his mind wander past that part and was given a mental image of a very pregnant Prism running her fingers through his hair as he lay his head on her belly. Bucky would bring her some tea and they'd playfully bicker about which one of them was the father, both excited to see who'd won natures race. Prism would laugh and kiss Bucky's cheek.

This was also the dream he had that evening.

They had the entire day before she'd have to start her role as the bait so the three of them got to spend the day together.

Prism woke up and immediately blushed as she realized not only had she wormed her way into a super soldier sandwich, but she had never slept better in her life.

She let her brain melt and just enjoy the moment for a while longer until Bucky woke up. He put his nose back in her hair and nuzzled the top of her head a bit before she could swear he pressed a kiss to it too.

He softly rubbed up and down her side a few times, feeling the curve of her ribcage to her waist before she flared out again at the hips. With a sigh, he got up and left the room.

Shortly after, she padded behind him hearing he was already in the shower. So, feeling an odd need to please her alphas she'd never experienced, she started making breakfast. Luckily, Tony had managed to pre-stock the bunker with fresh groceries and lots of them- considering how much they could eat.

The scent of bacon soon drew both men to the kitchen, looking unsure as they approached.

"Good morning!" She smiled, "I made breakfast! Help yourselves!"

They eyed each other, "Okay..." "...thanks?" still looking confused, they did so -noticing she served herself last.

Wanting to test a theory, Bucky made sure he took the first bite of food while Steve played on his phone to see if Prism would wait for the alpha to eat first - like she technically should.

Sure enough, she didn't touch her food until Steve finally dug in.

"How are you feeling today, Priz?" Buck asked, while his mate glanced up at her with a mouth full of food.

"Honestly, I slept like a rock. Maybe bed time cuddles aren't so bad."

The men chuckled a little, "You were expecting it to be bad?" The blonde asked after swallowing.

She shook her head, "No I mean..." she rubbed one of her temples, "I feel...weird. Like me but also...not. I know I don't act like this and it isn't me but...all I want is attention and physical contact of some sort. I want to...I want..." her cheeks got dark and she cast her eyes down at her plate where she poked at her eggs.

Shame and embarrassment radiated off her. Usually they'd be unaffected but with the effects of what she called omega essence and the eau de Omega (They assumed she had used it since she smelled like an Omega now)they felt a need to reassure her.

She tensed up for a moment when Steve's big hands closed on her shoulders and began to massage them. She relaxed at once, slumping a little in her chair. "What is it, Little one? You can tell us."

She looked up at him and her eyes lit up a little at the small smile he offered.

"I know I want to argue and push your buttons but I also don't want to upset you. I want to be helpful and..." she looked back down, "I want a piggy back ride."

"Little psudo-mega wants to be a princess!" Bucky smiled, his cheeks turning a little pink as well.

She pouted, "I can't help it. I hate this mission already. This isn't me. And it isn't you guys, either."

"But you're kind of enjoying playing Omega, aren't you?" Steve asked, leaning down to rest his cheek on her head.

She sighed, "...yes. Its embarrassing how badly I want your attention. Both of you."

Bucky gave a small laugh, "I don't know if you could handle both of us, Doll, but feel free to ask when you're in the right mind."

Steve's chuckle rang in her ears like music, making her more confused about her knotted feelings.

"That's not what I...." she put her face in her hands.

"We know. He's just pushing your buttons." Steve tickled her sides, making her wiggle and giggle as she batted his hands away, smiling up at him in a way that warmed his heart.

Bucky smiled as he watched his mate dote on the "omega."

Cap returned to his seat, instinctively proud that he'd managed to soothe her and make her laugh.

Tony's perfume was a hell of a mimic, it even had his enhanced nose fooled. He could almost swear Prism had been an Omega all along!

--

Later in the day, Bucky sat across from Prism with a Stark pad that was currently working like a dry erase board.

He would say something in English, have her write it in Russian and then pronounce it in Russian.

As she got another right he, once again, leaned across the table to kiss the tip of her nose. Her cheeks heated up and a small smile crossed her beautiful face as her eyes cast down in a demure way.

Bucky smiled again upon seeing her reaction. No matter how many times he did it, she always reacted the same and thus, so did he.

Steve looked up from his book and frowned a little with jealousy as his mate got to spend quality time with her. At the same time, her content omega pheromones filled the room and kept him from getting too jealous. Since Bucky was his mate, he wasn't the violent jealous he'd have been if some random alpha tried to make a move.

His subconscious had accepted the situation as Bucky being his Beta and Priz being his Omega - even if it was only a temporary trick thanks to science.

As adorable as Steve found this version of her, he did miss the little arguments and sarcastic comments he usually heard from her. She was too eager to please and too compliant - it didn't feel quite right.

But it was definitely nice to let his senses enjoy having an Omega around, even an artificial one.

It pleased him to see his mate with her, and pleased him in a different way when he recalled that time a few months ago they had sex to send a signal for rescue. It was already hot then but now...

"Steve!"

He snapped out of it to see Bucky glaring and Prism with dilated pupils and pink cheeks, looking at him wide eyed.

"You're stinking it up over there. It's distracting both of us!"

"Sorry...." He tried to pull his head from the gutter and left the room, horny alpha pheromones leaving with him.

"You can go with him if you want. I'll be fine for a while. Don't let me get in the middl-" she cut herself off, slamming her forehead onto the table with a groan as she realized what she said.

Bucky laughed, "I think you in the middle is exactly what he was thinking about."

"Was it like this when I was a beta?" she asked, voice muffled because she hadn't picked up her head yet.

"Like I told ya before, every alpha you've ever met has almost definitely imagined fucking you."

"Including you guys?" she lifted herself slightly, peaking through her fingers as she tried to hide her face.

He winked, "Even as a mouthy beta, you're crazy hot. And now..." he whistled. "You're an alpha's dream."

She went to drop her face back onto the table but he cupped her chin, stopping her and getting her to meet his eyes.

"Steve is a big boy, Priz, he can take care of himself. I'm gonna take care of you."

She rolled her eyes, making him growl playfully.

"You're just worried about me getting swept up in all the horny pheromones and doing something I'll regret."

"As a good alpha would be. We might tease you a little, but we won't let you do anything serious with us no matter how sweetly you beg." He rubbed his thumb softly across her cheek.

Prism hated that hearing him say that didn't flood her with only relief, but also a fair amount of disappointment she wasn't expecting.

In a weird way she'd never let herself experience, she wanted them - in general. She wanted their attention, their scents, their laughter, their care, their affection and even their bodies like she never had before.

Stupid Omega shot.

"I appreciate it, Buck. No matter what I say don't let me...do anything." She could feel a burning in her core as she became aware of Steve's horny alpha scent intensifying as he dealt with himself.

Bucky's nose twitched as his body started responding to his mate. His arm stiffened and his hold on her jaw loosened.

"You can go to him. Just lock the door."

The beta shook his head, "That's the thing, Doll. Even if we locked the door...if you smelled like you do and wanted us...we'd let you in. I don't think we'd be able to refuse you."

She blushed as he went on.

"One of us needs to keep a semi-clear head around you at all times; if only to keep the other in check."

"This mission isn't just going to be hard on me, is it?" she asked, leaning into his hand a little.

Bucky clenched his jaw and didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry...I hadn't considered....I've only been thinking about myself this whole time and..." her voice cracked as guilt set in, eyes getting teary.

"No, no! You've been amazing, sweetheart. The perfect little Omega, so thoughtful and kind. You made us breakfast this morning, right?"

"Y...yes...." She sniffled. He used his thumbs to wipe her tears and held her cheeks in his palms, noticing his arousal from Steve die out entirely as the Omega needed him more.

"And it makes me so happy that you're letting me help you study, I like spending this time with you. And you're doing even better than I expected when you told me Nat had been teaching you." Honestly, he had fairly low expectations because of how little he thought of Prism most of the time but he wasn't going to point that out.

His voice was soft, gaze gentle as he addressed her, continuing to lightly stroke her cheeks with his thumbs.

A small smile crossed her lips as he praised her, cheeks heating up under his hands.

The soldier put out extra beta pheromones to reassure her, the physical touch amplifying them until she actually purred with contentment and closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of safety and adoration.

On some level, it pleased him to know his Beta nature (albeit dominant leaning as it was) was enough for her.

That he was enough for her.

In that moment, he had to remind himself that this wasn't real. Prism wasn't an omega and even if she was...she wasn't his. She'd never shown any indication that she was interested in him or in Steve even before they claimed each other.

At the time, Bucky was glad he didn't have to fight her to be earn his place as Steve's beta but he couldn't deny that they looked cute together.

He wondered how he'd feel if when Priz was back to her normal, scentless beta self if Steve expressed an interest in her. Would he be jealous?

After all, Alpha's could only have one beta as their mate and he already took that position- so in a way he'd already won and secured his prize.

Some Alphas managed to have a beta mate and a beta friend with benefits to join from time to time.

Was that something he'd consider? He pertaining to both of the men, in this case.

The beta wasn't sure.

But holy hell did life feel good right now. The ideal triad certainly felt ideal. The only way it would feel better is if it were real.

--

A few hours later, Prism was looking at a map of the area she'd be planted in while Steve went over the route she would walk- making sure to tell her they'd be close by but out of sight.

With the plan discussed, Steve informed Prism there was one more thing before she could get changed and ready to head out.

"I think it would be best for us to scent each other before we go. Then you can find us in an emergency and we can learn this temporary scent you have and have an easier time tracking you."

"I've never done that before. W-what do we do?"

"Betas don't have as strong senses as Alphas and omegas so picking up all the new scents and pheromones must be jarring for you."

She nodded but it was a lie. Being the omega she'd always been...nothing really changed. The shot made her more perceptive but only just. Plus, she spent most of her time between missions actively avoiding these two.

"I'm gonna do you first, then Buck will, then you can do us." As soon as the last bit left his lips, he blushed the other two began to laugh.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you blondie?" she arched an eyebrow, making his heart flutter as a bit of her sass peaked through.

"Be mad not to!" Bucky teased his mate who playfully shoved him as he grinned.

"Come on, you two! Be serious!" he half heartedly scolded.

"Are you saying you wouldn't like that?" she countered, crossing her arms with a smirk.

His cheeks got even more red, "Just come here."

Immediately, she closed the distance between them and stood nearly chest to chest with him. "How-" she gasped as he ducked down to press his nose into her neck right by her mating gland where her scent was the strongest. A pleased rumble sounded in the Alphas chest as he deeply inhaled, even taking note of her lavender scented hair.

Prism had decided not to use Tony's perfume at all, so deep down it pleased her to know both of the males liked her true scent she'd been hiding for years. They thought they were picking up on artificial omega but she preened with the knowledge that both of these strong potential mates enjoyed her scent.

If things were different, she could have actually been their omega.

At this exact moment, as her head fell submissively to the side for Bucky as he took his turn, that sounded pretty damn good.

Excitement fluttered in her belly as Steve met her eyes firmly before she got on her toes and placed her hand on his chest for stability while she inhaled his neck like he had hers, barely noticing the very un-Prism-like chirp of joy as his scent rushed her senses - he smelled like apple pie and vanilla.

Of course Captain America smelled like Apple Pie. Despite how cliché she found it in the back of her mind, she couldn't deny that it made her feel relaxed and safe.

Her Omega-brain urged her to nip at his neck to flirt with him in a primal sort of way. She immediately backed up and nodded that she'd gotten it.

The men changed spots and she did the same thing with Bucky- pine and mint. She purred a little as her heart sped up for him, only to cut herself off and quickly step away again, locking her jaw with pink cheeks.

The mates exchanged a small smile before complementing her on her scent and informing her they were both flattered at her response to theirs- only making her blush even harder.

"...I've never made those sounds before." She covered her mouth, embarrassed.

"They're omega sounds, Priz. Good ones. Omegas use primal signaling more than betas do, so I'm not surprised you never made them before." The blonde smiled as he spoke.

"You're usually so testy, I doubt you're a very happy beta most of the time, anyway."

She frowned a little, dropping her hand. "I'm perfectly happy when you two aren't around." She crossed her arms. "I hangout with Clint, Bruce, Tony, Thor and Jane sometimes. Even Loki likes me when he comes to visit."

Bucky chuckled, "I'll bet he does. He loves to stir things up, just like you do." He pondered for a moment, "I'm actually a little surprised he never tried to court you- being a lone alpha."

She pouted, "You and me both, but I would have turned him down regardless."

"Why?" Steve's brow furrowed with confusion. "Don't you want a mate? I mean...ordinarily."

Prism shrugged, "Not really, no."

"Why?"

She shuffled her feet and chewed her lip, "No one wants a scentless freak for a mate, they'd find someone who smelled better, someone more compatible then I'd have to go through the agony of rejection so I can be replaced." Her eyes cast down as they stung with tears.

The reason she gave was a lie, of course. In truth, she had to keep up her beta image and if she got too comfortable or too aroused she'd loose the hold she kept on her true scent and pheromones to keep them blank.

As far as being an Omega, she was horribly lonely back at home. Deep down she truly wanted a mate to love her and cherish her. To soothe her after a nightmare, make her feel safe, stand up for her, make her laugh, listen to her woes and do everything in their power to see her smile again afterward. She dreamed of finding a mate who would choose her and continue to choose her everyday. To start a family with her when they were ready and be proud to present her to friends and family as their mate.

And so, she was happy to live in this illusion of the ideal triad. To let herself feel like she never had, and give in to the deep rooted desire to take care of her potential "mates" and be taken care of in return.

She wouldn't have chosen this pair if given the chance based on how they treated her normally, but now that her omega pheromones were free and on overdrive from the shot, she found them perfectly acceptable.

Maybe even just...perfect.

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(What if) WARNER BROS MADE THE MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE PART 1

SENTINEL OF LIBERTY

(Man of Steel)

I have seen this idea several times and I found it interesting to make my own version of what the MCU would have been like with the same projects that the DCEU had, I also found the idea of ​​imitating the posters funny. The one with Cap would be the 1st movie, being almost the same as 'The First Avenger' but without the post credits that connects with 'The Avengers' and Red Skull would be killed by Cap.

IRON MAN V CAPTAIN AMERICA DAWN OF AVENGING

(Batman v Superman Dawn of Justice)

This would be the 2nd MCU film, it would be a free adaptation of 'Civil War' like the film of the same name. Here, after waking up from the past, Cap continues as a hero but by causing several disasters in the process, the Sokovia agreements are created. Steve would refuse and would come into conflict with Tony. Being the only superheroes that are active at that time in the MCU, it would be a fight between 2 and they would join together at the end to stop General Ross who, upon seeing that they refuse to sign the agreements, transforms into Red Hulk and Thor would appear to help them, forming the trinity. In the end Cap would die and Tony would start the Avengers initiative.

THUNDERBOLTS

(Suicide Squad)

The 3rd project would be Thunderbolts, counting on the lineup announced at Comic Con. Valentina would bring together US agent, Yelena, Red guardian, Ghost, Taskmaster and Winter Soldier. Villains like Whiplash, Batroc and Crossbones would also be added since movies like 'Ironman 2' and 'Winter soldier' ​​were omitted in this universe. When introducing the villains there would be a summary of how they were defeated, showing events from said films but instead of escaping or dying they were captured. The events of Black Widow have not yet happened at this point, Red Guardian and Yelena would be imprisoned for other reasons as would Ghost and Taskmaster. Bucky would still be evil. Valentina would bring them together to defeat Malekith, it would be the plot of 'Thor: The dark world' and in the end Whiplash would die by sacrificing himself. As the movie progresses, Bucky would regain control of his mind and become good again. Everyone would return to prison and Yelena in the final scene would be rescued by Iron Maiden.

THOR

(Wonder Woman)

The film would follow the plot of the first Thor movie, it would be a prequel type, since it would be set before 'Ironman v Captain America'. It would start in the present as the 'Wonder Woman' movie and then go to the past telling about her childhood. She would then go through the banishment, meeting Jane and so on, until she returned to Asgard and defeated Loki. The film would end in the present contacting Tony and the post-credits will be the same as 'Thor 1' with Nick Fury recruiting Erik Selvig, showing the tesseract and revealing that Loki is still alive.

AVENGERS

(Justice League)

It would also be almost the same as the existing 'The Avengers' movie, but Tony would be in charge of recruiting the heroes. Natasha didn't know Tony at this point, she and Clint would work at SHIELD. She would also begin with Loki arriving on Earth, controlling Clint, and Selvig taking the tesseract. In the first confrontation with Loki, Ironman and Thor would arrive to stop him, Natasha would arrive in the quinjet since SHIELD also planned to capture him. Both would go with Natasha to the helicarrier and meet Nick Fury, with whom they would collaborate and lock Loki in the helicarrier. Bruce Banner at the beginning of the film would be recruited by Nick to help him, so he would already be with shield when Loki is captured. The captain's body would be protected in the helicarrier and they would revive him with the help of Loki's scepter (let's say that being the gem of the mind they were able to revive him). The escape would be the same as the real movie, Coulson would die and Tony would ask Cap, Nat and Clint to join him with Thor. Hulk would escape and fall into a building, but would later reunite with the others in New York. The final battle would be the same, Thor would take Loki to Asgard and the others would go their own way. In the post-credits it is revealed that General Ross survived but stopped being Red Hulk, he would be upset because Valentina stole the Thunderbolts project and he would seek to form one of his own, calling Killian from 'Ironman 3' to join him.

BLACK PANTHER

(Aquaman)

The film should have been about someone who had appeared in 'Avengers', as in the case of Aquaman who was introduced in 'Justice League', but none were better suited than Black Panther to be the replacement for his 2 films. This movie would be exactly the same as the real 'Black Panther' movie but without its events in 'Civil War' having happened. In this case, the death of T'challa's father would be covered in this film. It did not open a post-credits scene, it would be a completely closed film.

SPIDER-MAN

(Shazam)

This would be the 6th MCU film. The Spiderman and Shazam movies don't share much similarity except that they are the only young superheroes with their own movies in their universes ('Blue Beetle' is more part of the new universe). The film would follow part of the 'Homecoming' plot without the part that connects to 'Civil War' at the beginning of the film and Peter would meet Tony here, giving him his suit just at this point. The rest of the film would be the same as the real movie. Cap would not appear during the movie except at the end, recreating the scene of Superman arriving with Billy at school, but it would be Cap arriving with Peter and Ned to lunch, nor would his face be seen more than his body. The vulture's post-credits would remain the same.

BLACK WIDOWS

(Birds Of Prey)

It would be almost the same movie as the real one, Natasha would have a leading role but the main one would be Yelena, the movie would start in the same way but they would explain that after Yelena was rescued by Iron Maiden in 'Thunderbolts' she would be taken to the Red room and controlled by Dreykov. Nat would free her in the same way and the rest of the story would happen the same, but Taskmaster from the beginning would be their ally, explaining that she was able to escape from Valentina as well, she would take revenge on her father for what he did to her and make things up to Nat. She didn't open post credits.

THOR RAGNAROK

(Wonder Woman 87)

As I mentioned, 'Thunderbolts' covered the plot of 'Thor: The dark world' but without the Asgardians being involved, so Loki would not remain on the throne of Asgard. Odin would die and ask Thor to free Loki, since he was locked up since Avengers. There was no appearance of Dr. Strange and Hulk. Thor and Loki would go to Earth and meet Jane again following a bit of the plot of 'Thor: Love and Thunder', making it clear that they broke up after Avengers. Then they would meet Hela and she would break Mjolnir, the Saakar thing would happen without the Hulk's presence. Jane would stay on Earth and gain Thor's powers after finding Mjolnir destroyed. After escaping from Saakar they would face Hela in Asgard, with Thor, Loki, Korg and Valkyrie, Jane would arrive in Asgard and join them moments later as Mighty Thor. Surthur would cause Ragnarok and everyone would escape. Jane's cancer would accelerate from using Mjolnir and she would die on the ship already heading towards Earth. Thor, after saying goodbye to her, would assume the throne of what remains of his people of Asgard. The post-credits would be a cameo of Beta Ray Bill fighting in Saakar.

A.U Not done by me big shoutout to a instergram username Billywhodraws

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Loud thoughts and orchestrated parties  (Wandanat x Reader)

Summary ➞ The avengers offer a little help with an orchestrated party so you can -finally- confess your crush in Wanda and Natasha and stop making a fool of yourself.

Pairings ➞ Wandanat x female reader

Words ➞ 5045

Warnings  ➞ None, Fluff with a super brief mention of sexual thoughts

A/N  ➞ Hi, I'm back! i had intentions to add smut for this part of the story but i felt it wasn't natural to add it in this one shot, so i'm going to post it separately in the next few days. 

Let me know what you think and remember that requests are open.

After that battle in which you were freed from Hydra's experiments on that island whose name you could never decipher, life became better in almost every way.  At only 23 years old, your expectations of being someone special were fading, but the Avengers took you on as part of the team even though you initially came close to killing them, deciding that your special power to control water could be of help to them, and offering you a place to move in with them in the compound if you were willing to risk everything to protect the world.

There were several reasons why you agreed without hesitation from the first moment Steve asked you if you would like to join the team (among them that you had nowhere else to go or that you had lost everything in that battle where the base you had called home for so many years was destroyed), but secretly, kept deep in your thoughts, two reasons stood out. Two reasons that made you blush with every glance, and that made you so nervous that they could make your powers glitch if they were close: Wanda and Natasha.

When you arrived at your new home, everyone was surprisingly sympathetic to your past actions. Wanda, Sam told you, had lived a life much like yours, in which in a particularly terrible battle, she had been freed from hydra, like you, but not before being subjected to enhancement at the hands of a gem of strange provenance, and losing her twin brother, Pietro, in the most tragic way.

The witch was very affectionate from the beginning, trying to improve your state of regret by preparing you hot tea and offering you to join many of her plans with her girlfriend, Natasha.

Natasha (at least according to the rumors of your other companions) was the rougher of the two, due to her complicated past in the red room, she had a lot of difficulties opening up and it used to take her a while to trust you... but you never experienced this, since maybe because of her experience with Wanda having lived through the same thing, she was understanding and kind to you. 

Wanda had been dating Natasha for a few months, but since you arrived, you felt that you were spending most of your free time with them, forming a good bond of friendship, which, no matter how hard you tried, didn't fool the rest of the team.

The first time anyone noticed it was when one morning before training, just two weeks after your arrival, Peter, Steve, Bucky and you were having breakfast in the kitchen. Peter had joined the avengers shortly before you, so you shared the rookie title and had formed a good friendship. The conversation among everyone present went on about how Tony and Pepper were set to leave for some cool-ass vacation soon, as Steve handed out the pancakes he had prepared. 

Wanda and Natasha entered the room then, with their hair messy and their pajamas still on.

‘Hey guys," Nat said as Wanda rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Instead of starting their breakfasts directly, they both stopped behind your stool to give you a hug from behind and a kiss on the head "Morning y/n” They both said. 

The gesture, in both cases, lasted about a second and was only noticed by the team member who, sitting next to you with his arachnid senses, noticed your blushing at the gesture since everyone else was still talking about Tony’s Holidays plans.

The girlfriends stole four pancakes from Steve's stack and placed them with their hot drinks on a tray, ready to eat their breakfast back in their room,  watching you out of the corner of their eyes throughout the process. Wanda discreetly approached Nat to whisper something in her ear, to which Nat simply nodded with a half-smile giving you a look. If you hadn't been watching them so intently and had been participating in the conversation, you might have missed this little exchange.

"Y/n/n, we are going to have breakfast in our room, would you like to come with us?'' said Wanda directing her beautiful smile at you '' Surely you're already bored of listening to Steve complain about how he never gets a vacation" you chuckled under your breath. Of course, you wanted to say yes, but Steve decided to drop his conversation to answer the witch before you had a chance to do so.

"Ha ha, how funny. Y/n has training with me in 15 minutes and she better finish breakfast fast, because every time we train and she uses her powers, I end up having to dry out the gym and I have things to do today. Right y/n?" Bucky looked at Steve like he was crazy. Being the observant one, he had noticed your crush earlier and wondered if Steve was blind and that's why he didn't notice what he had just done.

"Uhh, I guess," you replied embarrassed, "Can we do something later?'

Natasha smiled with the tray in her hand. Wanda next to her pouted tenderly, "Of course krasivyy, come look for us when training is over".

You didn't understand what that word Natasha had used meant, but there was no doubt that listening to any of the girls speaking in their native language made you feel something you couldn't explain. You were crushing, bad.

The girls were just leaving the room when the conversation started:

"So y/n," said Peter, 'How long have you had this crush on Nat or Wanda?' Steve turned to look at Bucky confused about the conversation, while you just turned red as a tomato “Or is it both of them?”

"Uhhhh " you said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"What are you talking about?" interrupted Steve, confused.

“Don't even try to fool me y/n, it was so obvious” Peter insisted mockingly “from the time they came in until they left you didn't answer a single question we asked you, you just stood there and blinked' you tried to deny the situation but your argument was unconvincing.

“Cut the bullshit y/n" said Bucky "You are a terrible liar. I didn't say anything before because I thought it was obvious for all of us, but you should do something about it, they like you too".

With this comment you gave up, seeing that they already knew the truth.

'Okay, yeah, but there's no way they're going to like me back. Do I even have to mention that they are a couple with each other? I don't stand a chance, better to keep my crush a secret and wait for it to pass" you finished.

“Oh Y/L/N” Bucky said “You're literally love blind. You’ll see I’m right”

“Whatever” You mumbled and finished your food.

You thought no one noticed the discreet glances you were giving the two red-haired women, but apparently, everyone else did.

You were so busy trying to keep it a secret, that you couldn't notice that they also looked at you in a special way. In fact, they treated you in a special way. On movie nights, they always kept a place for you between the two of them, invited you to spend as much time as possible with them, and even took every opportunity to hug you, especially Wanda, who was the most demonstrative of the two girlfriends.

They, however, had the same fear as you. At first, they had never contemplated the possibility of opening the door to anyone else in their relationship, but with you it just made sense. However, they did not allow themselves to fantasize much about it, they had no idea if you even liked girls, but they were almost certain that you were not attracted to them, which despite being super far from reality, was understandable because you got so nervous when you were alone that sometimes you made excuses to avoid the situation. None of the three dared to take any steps in fear of ruining the friendship, something that infuriated Tony terribly.

"I've had enough, I'm going to make Wanda, Natasha and Y/N do something, it's getting embarrassing that Y/N can't approach the girls without shaking. Team, party tomorrow. Mandatory attendance, especially for these three" He said one day in front of some of the guys after you were distracted by watching Wanda and Nat walk around, and you flooded part of his lab.

It was Tony himself who informed you of the party. He came over right at the end of your training with Steve and took it upon himself to let you know that attendance was mandatory. Steve simply nodded energetically.

"What do we need a party for?" asked Natasha as she entered the gym in her tight sportswear. Your hands unconsciously made it start to rain inside the gym from the surprise of seeing her in those clothes.

"Exactly for this reason" replied Tony overwhelmed. Steve shot him a look, which caused Tony to add with the least convincing sarcasm  "Not the rain, A well-deserved break from training."

You just nodded, embarrassed by the rain caused, but at that moment Wanda walked in wearing an outfit very similar to her girlfriend's, causing the rain to start coming down harder. You let out a cry of frustration, trying to evaporate the water, while Wanda and Natasha laughed and Tony and Cap shared an annoyed, but complicit look.

Natasha and Wanda were as oblivious to the team's plans as you were, but everyone knew that Tony didn't like it when either of the team members didn't attend his parties, so half an hour before the party they started changing.

Natasha opted for a tight red dress, which left her breasts quite exposed and was too short to be comfortable. She paired it with high heels and her hair loose over her shoulders. She looked hot. Wanda opted for an emerald green dress, with discreet transparencies in specific areas. It was less fitted than the spy's but just as sexy. Her shoes were black heels and a scarlet red adorned her lips.

The two avengers were hoping to get your attention, but they did it more out of habit than with the hope of getting to something real. The witch watched her girlfriend suffer with the zipper of her dress from across the room, spellbound. They were terribly in love with each other. Wanda reached over to pull up the zipper and left little kisses on her girlfriend's neck. Natasha turned around when the zipper was up and grabbing her girlfriend by her small waist, gave her a kiss on the lips and another on her forehead.

"Thank you. I love you, moya lyubov. You look beautiful'"

‘I love you more, detka, you look more beautiful" replied the scarlet witch with a smile.

Meanwhile, in your room, Peter insisted that you dress for the occasion. It was almost suspicious that he was so excited about going to one of Tony's parties because he always get teased during them for being the youngest. Of course, he had a task you didn't know about.  You rolled your eyes many times but when you noticed that he wasn't going to let you miss this party, you showed him a couple of options and he helped you choose a black dress that highlighted all your curves.

You changed in a second and waited for his approval when you came out of the bathroom.

"It looks perfect on you, y/n, come on, you have some conquests to make.”

"Huh?"

"Nothing" said Peter in panic "it's hypothetical?"

Not giving it any more thought, you followed him out of the room, unaware that your days at the compound were about to change forever.

You entered the party room and the first things your eyes saw were Nat and Wanda. The spy had her hands on the younger one's waist, and you felt distressed and regretful for coming at that moment, but quickly Natasha made eye contact with you and smiled, whispering something to Wanda who turned around in a second to look at you as well.

"Y/N??" Peter said almost shouting when you didn't answer him the first three times "Oh my god, you have it BAD'

You shushed him, blushing because you stood there so long looking at them and had been caught by the couple coming up to greet you. It was almost as if they did it on purpose as if they knew about your crush and wanted to make fun of you.

The couple confidently approached where you were standing with Peter, Wanda was the first to hug you. Taking you by surprise. 

“You look so gorgeous Y/N/N!" said Natasha when Wanda was hugging you tighter than necessary.

“You do" said Wanda still in the hug. When the witch released you, Natasha gave you a kiss on the cheek, sending a shiver down your spine and a blush up your neck and to your cheeks.

On the other side of the room, Maria, Carol, Thor, Yelena and Sam watched the scene discussing how it was possible that neither party could notice the effect it was having on the other. Carol even proposed a wager, which Yelena immediately joined, on who would finally make the first move. Carol bet on you, and Yelena bet on her sister, assuring that once she realized your feelings, she would be the one to make it happen. 

The party began to fill up soon after, making both of them and you steal glances at each other from different parts of the room. Since none of you knew that this was a different party planned to bring you together, you decided to do what you were supposed to do at one of Tony's regular parties, talking a bit with all the guests and not just with each other.

When you met Natasha near the bar, after making your way around the room, she offered to make you a drink, Peter who was passing by, recommended you to show Nat your party trick, so while she was pouring the juice, with your powers you made the vodka fly from the bottle to the glass, but due to lack of control that having her around caused, the liquid fell out of the glass, staining Peter's shoes. You and the spy laughed heartily. Both too absorbed to notice the special affection in the looks you shared.

Wanda on the other hand was watching the scene from the other side of the party, seeing the two girls she loved the most having fun, she approached to ask for a drink too, and with her powers, she added to the things floating in the air, three glasses for shots.

The whole team watched the scene discreetly, and when the three of you seemed to have had enough shots (except Natasha, who could have had 50 and carried on as normal), they decided to put into action part two of their plan to get you, at last, over your crush. 

By this point in the party, you were already a little tipsy, your alcohol tolerance much lower than the redheads. The unknown guests were starting to leave, and the party was down to the closest members of the team. That's when Tony spoke up.

“Time to play a game!" the other team members feigned annoyance, the reaction they would have usually had to Tony proposing a game, but without complaint, they joined in the round. Natasha and Wanda approached from where they stood by a window and you and Peter also took a seat in the round. "What do you think about truth and dare?'

"Really Tony? What are we 15?" said Natasha with a laugh.

"Well, I actually think Peter is that age, right spider boy?"

"Hey, I'm 18!" said Peter next to you.

"Whatever you said big boy" replied Tony and everyone laughed around the table “okay, I’ll start”

Several rounds quickly pass by without you noticing, you are too busy watching the two girls who have not yet had their turn and who are laughing with the rest of the group. They catch you glancing at them once or twice but just smiled back without giving it much thought. Wanda is sitting on Natasha's lap, who caresses the younger girl's hip bone tenderly while they are both attentive to the game.

Tony challenges Peter to text Mary J telling her that he likes her, Steve kisses Bucky, Sam confesses that his favorite avenger is Hawkeye, because he is also a bird but with more seniority and Carol invites Maria on a date. It's then Natasha's turn.

"Nat, truth or dare?" asks Maria with a mocking smirk. Natasha is unfazed and chooses truth giving little importance to Maria's question. "Have you ever had a crush on anyone on the team other than Wanda?' Wanda is just as relaxed as if the answer her girlfriend gives as she looks you in the eye with confidence is the most obvious answer in the world.

"Yes, yes I do," Natasha says. You pause at the strange use of words - I do- but your heart really stops for the couple holding your gaze during and a few seconds after this confession. You swear you are imagining things, so you just get another drink and feel the alcohol kick in and temporarily distract you from your thoughts.

Next up, it's Wanda's turn, and Natasha asks her if she prefers truth or dare. Wanda chooses dare and when the spy is about to pick one for the witch, Yelena interrupts with her accent accented by drinking a lot of alcohol.

"It's not fair for Natasha to choose Wanda's dare, let someone else choose it. Y/N, why don't you choose a dare for her?"

Eyes land on you,  very flushed and snapped out of your trance, you try to stammer out a response to make the moment pass

"Uhh, well, Wanda I dare you to... "after a moment of silence and your impatient teammates demanding the dare, you end up choosing the lamest dare of all "crawl to the kitchen and get me a glass of water." The whole team looks at you in confusion at such a strange challenge. Tony even mutters unheard that you might need more help than a party. But when Wanda shrugs her shoulders and climbs down Nat's lap, you suddenly regret your stupid dare decision.  Wanda's cleavage is exposed and although no one else seems to be affected by this, it's almost as if she's doing it seductively. Natasha chuckles, as if aware of her girlfriend's antics. Wanda creeps into the kitchen and returns with a glass of water by the time the next round is over, but your eyes don't leave her for a second.  She leaves the glass of water in your hand, walking through the round without paying attention to anyone else, and leaves you a kiss on your cheek that makes you blush again when she returns to her place on Nat.

When you want to remember, it's your turn, between the alcohol and the fact that you're in awe of the redheads, you prefer to play it safe and choose truth. It's Bucky who asks the question.

"Do you like women y/n/n?" you glare at him. You know he knows that not only do you like women, but you like two who are in this same circle playing. Speaking of these two women, they suddenly seem much more interested in the game, looking at you with their eyebrows cocked, waiting for your answer.

"Yeah, I'm gay" and you could almost swear the redheads smiled on the other side of the round.

From this moment on, your head starts to run much faster, thoughts about the two women and you mix with the alcohol and you stop trying to hold them back. Wanda and Natasha no longer pay so much attention to the game, Wanda whispers something to her girlfriend looking at you, they don't even make the effort to hide it this time. The spy nods and gives Wanda a little kiss and that's when you hear the witch's voice.

"Hey baby, you think really loud" you immediately feel chills and your whole body flush, what could she have heard of all the unholy thoughts you are having about the couple? you wonder if she can always hear what you are thinking and shame consumes you. Wanda answers you in your head, her eyes glow scarlet and Natasha whispers something in her ear, complicit "No, I can't always hear what you're thinking, I think it's the alcohol, but it's almost like you're screaming right now" you swallow hard and hide your blush between your hands with a grunt, a couple of glances stray to you, but no one asks anything noticing the glow in the witch's eyes. "Natasha told me to tell you that you' re cute when you blush, I agree" says Wanda. You can't even think about answering, nervous and drunk. "I wonder if it's the alcohol or if..." but Wanda can't finish her question, because Tony calls your name and asks you: truth or dare? 

" Dare" you said a little emboldened by the alcohol.

"Finally it gets interesting, I was getting fed up" said Tony "Wanda, Natasha, y/n sleeps in your room tonight. Go now, it's late and my charity actions shouldn't last as long as this one" complicit glances are again exchanged by the team. Natasha and Wanda are taken by surprise by Tony's request, but having discovered that you like women, there is renewed hope in your best friends, who suddenly seem to catch on to the background of the party. You, for your part, allow yourself to blush again and simply nod at the challenge, nervous about being in a room alone with the couple, even more so now that Wanda seems to know your secret. 

Reluctant to let the situation affect you as much as it did, you staggered to your feet with your head down. Despite being a little tipsy, you knew that if your friend had heard your thoughts about her and her girlfriend, it wouldn't be long before they wouldn't want to be in your company again. 

Wanda exchanges small smiles with her girlfriend and leaves her place on top of Natasha, who gets up to shake your hand and lead you with them to the room you had visited so many times before in very different circumstances. All around you, you felt everyone's gaze on your back, and when your eyes meet the gaze of your companions, you understand that all this was definitely planned.  Peter gestures a sorry in silence. Wanda and Natasha walk dragging you forward, without saying a word, so you seize the moment and with a simple snap, a rain shower falls on the head of each of the guests who looked at you with narrowed eyes and mumbling complaints at your exit.

"This is how you repay me, y/n?" said Tony with more humor than expected. But you almost don't hear him, because the elevator arrives and behind you, the doors lock you in with Wanda and Natasha on the way to their room. 

You refused to look up and they don't pressure you even though you can feel their eyes on you. Natasha still held your hand and Wanda's waist with her other arm. Finally, you all reached the couple's room. Natasha opens the door, releases your hand so you can take a seat, and it's Wanda who breaks the silence.

“Y/N/N, look at us" that's when you look up first to scan the room. The rooms in the compound are spacious, all similar in size and shape, but this one feels much more like home. You glanced at some picture frames behind the couple and you are surprised when you notice that there is more than one picture of the three of you together. You begin to wonder if they are going to take them out after this conversation. That's when you looked up and your gaze met that of Wanda and Natasha, who were watching you lovingly from above.

"Listen y/n, I didn't mean to listen to your thoughts, but they were very loud and I couldn't help it even though I tried. We'd like to talk about what I heard, and if you want, then you can go back to your room if that's what you prefer. We don't want to make you uncomfortable .... but I heard your thoughts about us. Is it the alcohol? Or do you actually like us?' pressed Wanda.

You sighed, feeling the tears burning in your eyes, ready to come out if necessary. They already knew part of the truth, and if they didn't know about your feelings from reading your thoughts, they would know it from the staging of your colleagues to try to get you to have this conversation, even if you were certain they didn't feel the same way. So you chose to believe that little drop of trust that was left hanging around from your conversation with bucky, and you jump in.

"It's not because of the alcohol," you said, lowering your eyes, "I've been in love with you for a long time, but I didn't want to say anything about it for fear it would ruin the friendship. I'm so sorry that you found out, I tried to keep it a secret but somehow it seems that everybody knew about it... and now you guys do too. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry I ruined our friendship this way" by now you were crying out dramatically. The fear of losing your two best friends, but also the girls you love, present in every tear.

Natasha stepped forward and lifted your gaze, gently taking you by the chin. A smile on her lips, Wanda shares the gesture from behind. Are they making fun of you? Anxiety absorbs you and the crying gets worse. Wanda overtakes your thoughts again.

"It's not that, moya zhizn', it's that you got it all wrong. I had never seen your thoughts before you left me accidentally, we... we didn't even know if you liked women, but we are in love with you, and we didn't want to mention it so as not to make you uncomfortable, not only are you our best friend but we understand that maybe you might not like us..." for a moment, you stopped reacting. Not only do they know your secret, but they share the feeling you tried so hard and so long to hide. Your thoughts suddenly full of hope, bring a smile to the Witches lips.

Natasha kneels in front of you next to the bed gently, your eyes meet yours and then Wanda's, who nods and smiles warmly. Natasha's hands again on your chin as her lips come painfully slowly to yours, as if asking permission in case you want to stop her. 

The moment the kiss materializes, the world stops, Natasha wastes no time moving her hands to the side of your face and with confidence and firmness, she quickly takes your breath away. The kiss deepens and stops only when Wanda clears her throat from behind. Natasha laughs softly as she breaks away.

"You're beautiful y/n/n" Nat says pulling away from your lips "Hey Wands, come here baby".

The spy leaves a small kiss on your lips and another on Wanda's before the witch smiles nervously at you, also kneeling in front of you. Wanda's kiss is different from Natasha's, more careful, testing the waters, soft. The witch smiles into the kiss, and doesn't take too long to deepen it either once you both enter into trust.

Suddenly, you feel sober, as if your powers have evaporated the glasses of alcohol from your blood and brought you back to reality in one fell swoop. 

The bed behind you sinks a little with Nat's weight, who gently brings his hands to your waist as your kiss with Wanda continues. As your lips part from hers, Wanda pulls her girlfriend closer to kiss her too, and no longer needing to be discreet, you watch the passionate kiss that your lovers share in the privacy of their bedroom. 

You move to the side of the bed, your eyes continue to watch the couple and Wanda smiles into the kiss, listening to the obscene thoughts that cross your mind. Natasha is the one who ends the kiss first, approaching your lips again, this time without asking permission. 

"Y/N, none of us have tried anything like this before but, would you like to go out with us? We think it could work and we love you. We can go at your pace" Wanda interrupts this comment with a laugh, having been in your head and listening to the thoughts running through your mind at the moment. "And by and by see what it would mean to us to have you be a part of this relationship."

Wanda just nods with an open smile, she already knows what answer you are going to give and the scarlet gleam in her eyes, gives you to understand that Natasha was already being updated on this information.

"I'd really like to try" you reply without letting a second pass, taking both women by the arms and drawing them into yours in an embrace that was too long in coming. "I'm in love with you, I have been for a long time, and you know how much I love you."

The girlfriends, your girlfriends? They smile and kiss your cheeks. No words are needed as they escort you to lie down on their bed, and settle you in between the two of them. Wanda uses her powers to change all three of your party clothes into long t-shirts to sleep in. They hug you protectively and whisper words in your ear as sleep approaches.

"I love you Nat, I love you Y/N/N" Wanda says.

"I love you Wands, I love you Y/N" Says Natasha

"I love you, Wanda and Natasha "you say before allowing yourself to close your eyes and let sleep take you,  into the arms of the women you dreamed about for so long.

[chaosromanoff]

Stay close (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Natasha comes back from a long mission and you, being her clingy girlfriend, just want her to be close to you.

Warnings: Not really, it's mainly fluff. English it's not my first language, sorry if there are any mistakes in this.

Today was the day. Natasha would finally arrive to the compound after two long months.

Her mission was supposed to last only a couple of weeks, but Fury required more information and Natasha had to obey.

You took a quick shower and got dressed with one of your girlfriend's t-shirts. You are aware that you will see her in a few hours, but you missed her and her scent. Wearing her clothes was something you used to do whenever she went on a mission, and sometimes she did the same thing with your clothes when it was your turn to go on a mission.

You left your room and went straight to the kitchen to eat something, finding Wanda right there. "Good morning!" You greeted.

"Aren't you supposed to be training?" Wanda asked you when she saw you making yourself a sandwich.

"I got injured, so Steve told me I could have some free days." You explained.

You trained everyday and always spent several hours in the gym. Three days ago, while you were lifting, you felt a cramp in one of your arms. It was usual but this time the pain was terrible, so you went to Bruce's office. He told you that your body needed some rest and you would be fine in a week or so.

You didn't feel pain anymore, but your teammates wouldn't risk your health and safetyness. And at some point it was because, yes, they cared about you a lot, but also because Natasha would kill them if something ever happened to you.

After eating breakfast with Wanda, she went to the gym to train. Usually, you trained with her and Natasha, but since you couldn't train and your girlfriend was on a mission, Wanda had to train with Bucky and Sam for a few more days. And it was because Natasha refused to train everytime she came back from a mission, she just wanted to stay close to you whenever she's back, and so did you.

It was almost 6 p.m. which meant Natasha should be in the compound at any moment.

You had prepared a little surprise, you bought her favorite candies and got a nice bracelet for her, which had a magnetic charm that connected with the one you were wearing to, forming a little heart.

"I think it's too much." You sighed and Wanda shook her head.

"She's gonna love it, I promise. Besides, you know her more than everyone else, you should know she's gonna be excited when she sees the bracelet."

You smiled and nodded, Wanda was right. Behind her cold shield, Natasha was actually adorable and sweet, she was so romantic and a little bit corny sometimes, but you loved that about her.

"Y/N?" Wanda called you.

"Yeah?"

"Stop thinking about Natasha, you didn't even listened when I told you she has just arrived."

"Of course I was listening to you!" Wanda raised her eyebrows at your words and you went silent. Did she just...? "She's here? Like right now?"

"That's what I was sayi-" You didn't let her finish because you started running to the hangar outside the compound. "Should've seen it coming."

Natasha smiled when she got off of S.H.I.E.L.D's jet as she saw you running towards her. She opened her arms and you huger her, envolving your legs on her waist and your arms around her neck.

"I missed you too, detka." You both got separated just enough to share a loving kiss. Damn, you really missed her.

You woke up next morning and smiled instantly when you felt Nat's arms aroun your waist, hugging you tightly. You put your hand over the wirst that had the silver bracelet you gave her and played with it a little bit. You felt happy remembering how excited she was when you gave it to her, she instantly loved that bracelet and wasted no time putting it on.

"Morning, babe." She said kissing your head.

"Morning, Nat." You turned around so you could bury your face on her neck and she laughed a little when your breath hit her skin.

"It tickles." She told you and you smirked. You started kissing her neck and her breath hitched on her throat. "Y/N, baby."

"Yes, Natty?" Just when she was about to answer, you both heard someone knocking at your door. "Come in."

"Are you both dressed in decent clothes?" Wanda asked and you and Nat laughed when you saw her covering her eyes.

"We are. You're safe, Wands." She uncovered her eyes and waved her hand to greet you.

"Breakfast's served, hurry or it'll get cold... or Thor's gonna eat your food."

Natasha started getting up, but you stopped her. "Stay close to me." You told her, a pout forming on your mouth. Nat chuckled.

"I'm right in front of you, malyshka." She said and you got up, hugging her by her back. "Y/N! Thor is going to eat our food if we're not there right now." She said laughing.

"Let's go then."

Natasha put her arms under your thighs and got up with you still on her back. And all of your teammates' eyes were on you both when you arrived to the kitchen.

"Finally, the lovebirds are here!" Tony teased.

"Shut up, Stark." Nat said and you got off of her and started walking towards Wanda to help her and Nat took a seat next to Steve, who was a little bit nervous. "All good?"

"Y/N got injured under my supervision, I'm sorry!" Steve shouted and Nat frowned her eyebrows before looking at you.

"I'm fine." You assured. "My arm doesn't even hurt anymore."

"That was all?" Nat asked, containing her laugh. Steve sighed and nodded. "Ok, Cap."

You and Wanda got back with napkins and some mugs for the coffee and tea, and before Natasha could even move, you stared at her with puppy eyes. "What's up, detka?"

"Can I sit on your lap?" You murmured so only she could hear you. She smiled and nodded. As you sat, Natasha's arm circled your waist and kept you close to her body, just how you liked it.

The end, hope you liked it :) I'm thinking about a 2nd part tho.

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Baking - Rewrite

Loki x female avenger reader

Contains smut

Saturdays belonged to you. It was just a rule. You’d put up with the team on weekdays but Saturday was yours. It was the one time that the compound would be empty and you’d be able to run around, sing loudly, walk around Bruce’s lab, shoot Clint’s arrows without any objections, play with Nats nunchucks, actually wear the band shirt you had taken from Bucky, drink Tony’s whiskey, swear really loudly without Steve complaining but your favourite thing to do was bake without any interruptions. You liked the tranquility of it.

The practice of baking was almost sacred to you. From a young age you always found yourself baking. It soon became the thing that you’d use to calm down and de-stress after a week of blowing up HYDRA bases or rescuing civilians from aliens or whatever strange mission the Avengers had to go on. Saturday was yours and you loved it. That was until a certain God of Mischief ended up living in the compound under house arrest not being allowed to leave except during missions. This meant that the sacred Saturdays now had to be shared with none other than Loki himself.

“It’s impolite to stare Loki” you sighed, as you creamed together butter and sugar.

“Don’t flatter yourself wench I’m simply making sure you’re not poisoning me” he replied.

“Poisoning you? Now why would I want to do that?” You answered sarcastically.

“What are you making?” Loki queried.

“I’m baking a cake Loki.” You stated.

“Right.” He murmured.

Loki watched intently as you combined all of the ingredients. Although he’d never admit it, he found you intriguing. Not that he liked you anything, he just found you interesting to observe. He loved how your hair would be tied up messily as you danced around the kitchen in an oversized hoodie. You always looked so carefree. He’d often find himself smiling at the thought of you going on a mission looking so unthreatening. You were the feared y/n. You had a reputation of being terrifying and brutal but here, in this kitchen, you were beautiful. Mentally scolding himself for the ridiculous thought, Loki began to break the silence the best way he knew how, a round of direct questions.

“Why do you hate me y/n?” He asked you.

“I don’t hate you Loki, I just really really dislike you.”

“Thanks.” Loki answered, looking slightly downcast as he looked away from you, lowering his head. You almost felt bad, maybe you didn’t have to be so rude he was only asking a question. After a while, you spoke again.

“Look Loki its not you. Saturdays were my day and now I’ve got to share them looking after you and let’s be honest, you’re not the best company” you jested trying to lighten the mood which didn’t work. You made your way to the sink, washing your hands before you sat opposite Loki. “Every Saturday, my sister and I would bake together. She was always busy doing other things during the week but she made sure that every Saturday she was free so we could bake, relax and just hang out. One Friday night we had an argument and I stormed out of the house. I was walking around the area angrily, cursing her under my breath. At the time I didn’t know of my power. If I did, I wouldn’t have said the harsh things I did” You explained as your voice wavered at the end. You took a deep breath to speak again but Loki cut you off.

“You don’t have to talk about it y/n.”

You offered him a weak smile before you continued. “After that, I continued the Saturday tradition even if it was by myself. I vowed that every Saturday, regardless of the week I’d had, I’d be happy and bake something. For her. This was all going well until the Avengers decided to pin you on me. Now I spend my Saturdays babysitting someone who can barely tolerate being in the same room as me.” You laughed mirthlessly.

“Y/n that’s not true and I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel that it i—” Loki tried to apologise.

“Loki you insult me, you undermine me, you—”

“I’m sorry y/n”

A silence settled between the both of you as you took in his expression. He was being sincere. Instead of pushing the conversation further, you decided to go on your phone as you waited for the cake to bake. Once it was finished, you took it out of the oven, leaving it on a cooling rack before beginning to make the icing.

“I don’t hate you either” Loki uttered.

“Hmm?” you replied mixing the icing sugar with some butter.

“I don’t hate you y/n” he repeated.

“Why thank you” you laughed.

“Do you need any help?” He asked, standing from his chair.

“Umm actually yes please could you mix this whilst I remove the cake from the tin?”

Without replying, Loki made his way towards you, taking the spoon from your hand as he gripped the bowl.

“Sure” he whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine at his close proximity.

Loki obviously didn’t know the affect he was having on you and so wondered why you’d frozen in place. Trying your hardest to walk away from him with your head hung low so he wouldn’t see your flushed expression, you accidentally tripped over his foot and was about to fall until you felt two strong arms gripping you. Standing over you, he looked down into your eyes whilst he firmly held you.Loki felt himself feeling a little breathless.

“You’re alright I’ve got you darling” he assured.

Darling?

Both of you ignored the pet name blaming it on a slip of the tongue. You gave him a quick tight lipped smile as he lifted you back to your feet. You both quickly resumed your activities.

“Could you pass me the icing please?” You asked once you had removed the cake from the tin. Loki hummed in response, handing you the bowl but not before dipping his index finger into it and licking the icing off as his gaze met yours. When he had finished, he even gave a small moan of appreciation.

“Erotic” you spoke under your breath trying to avoid Loki’s gaze as he dropped his finger.

“What?”

“N—n— nothing” you stuttered.

“Oh do tell” he teased.

Loki knew what he’d done, you were clearly flustered. Leaning closer towards you, your gaze found the floor until he slid his finger under your chin, tilting your head upwards to face him. He looked into your eyes before his gaze dipped down to your lips. You instinctively closed your eyes as he began closing the gap between you both. He left one quick kiss on your lips before pulling away. It wasn’t enough. Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him into another kiss before you began devouring eachother.

“You have no idea how much I want you” Loki murmured seductively looking at your swollen lips after pulling away from the kiss. His hands found your waist, picking you up as you wrapped your legs around him. Resuming the kiss, he made his way towards his bedroom.

Once you were both in Lokis room, he laid you against the bed as he left open mouthed kisses across your neck. Hearing you moaning at the feeling, he pulled away.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you moan” he grinned “I want to hear it again.”

Loki began stripping you of your hoodie before realising you weren’t wearing a bra. He found himself in a trance as he stared shamelessly at your breasts.

“Like what you see?” You interrupted his ogling.

With that, Loki leant down, flicking his tongue over your breasts as you softly moaned underneath him. With one swift flick of the wrist, you were both completely naked. Before you had time to react, Loki was already kissing his way down your abdomen toward your core. Opening your legs, you invited Loki lower which he excepted. You felt his lips trailing over your thighs only making you desire him more. Before you could complain about the lack of contact, you felt Loki lick a stripe over your clit. You bucked your hips feeling Lokis tongue circling your clit. The faster his movements became, the closer you were to the edge but you wanted to save yourself for him.

“Fuck me” you whimpered desperately.

Hearing your plea, Loki ended his attack on your clit before levelling his length with your entrance. Teasing you, he lubricated himself with your arousal before entering causing you both to moan. As Loki thrusted into you, you tightly gripped the sheets. The room was quickly filled with the sound of you screaming Loki’s name and him groaning with each thrust.

“That’s a good girl” he praised breathlessly leaving you so close to erupting. He kept on delving into you deeper, faster wanting you to let go, to shatter under his touch.

“I’m cumming.” You moaned as your orgasm tore through you triggering Lokis own release. Once you had both come down from your highs, Loki pulled out, collapsing next to you in his bed. You both laid in the bed breathless and sweaty. That was the best sex you had ever had.

After that eventful Saturday, you began to really enjoy the solitary day spent with Loki. The team were none the wiser as you and Loki continued hazing each other whenever in company but the secrecy of it made the sex that more enjoyable. You loved Saturdays.