#look at what happened to n*x hydra when they tried to pull that shit

[yae-35]

The ch0ices fandom is trending for the first time in like what years? and one of the first things I see is bootlicker discourse yuck

[lives-in-midgard]

Do You Remember?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: After Steve almost lost you during a mission he needs to tell you about his feelings for you.

Word Count: 1220

Warnings: light angst, them being on a mission, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Hey everyone!💗 This is my submission to the @secretswiftymarvelfan I Love You 3000 writing Bonanza. I hope you and everyone else like how it turned out!

Prompts: Steve Rogers | friends to lovers| "Do you remember that night in [insert place]?"

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When you joined the Avengers a few years ago, you never thought you’d get this close to them. Especially not that you would be this close to Steve. Steve is your best friend and you are his. But there is also something else between you two. A few months ago, you started having feelings for him but were too afraid to tell him. Now you get butterflies every time he puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him while you watch movies together or when he gives you a pet name and gives you that smile you love so much.

What you didn’t know was that Steve felt the exact same way about you. There were so many moments where Steve wanted to confess how he felt, but then he got too nervous and told himself that he would tell you the next time he had the chance. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell you until today.

You were currently on a mission with the other Avengers. The goal of the mission was to take down a HYDRA base and bring important information from the computer there. Everything was planned and everyone knew what to do when they left the compound that day.

In the quinjet you could feel Steve’s gaze on you. As your best friend, he was almost always worried about you on missions, especially when it involved HYDRA. Of course, Steve knows that you’re a good assassin and that you can protect yourself, but as your best friend and because he loves you so much, he can’t stop worrying that something might happen to you. Steve always tries to look out for you and help whenever he sees you having problems.

The quinjet landed near the HYDRA base and everything went according to the plan. You all went in, took down the Agents and Natasha was about to get the information you needed.

“I have everything.” Natasha said over the headphones.

“Okay, then let’s get out of here.” Steve commanded and everyone agreed. Everyone made their way out of the building. You were almost outside when you suddenly heard an explosion not far away from you. You flinched and looked back to where it came from. A few seconds later there was a second explosion and the building started to burn.

You have to get out of there as soon as possible or you’ll never see Steve again. The next thought that came to your mind was that you’ll never be able to tell him how you really feel.

Outside of the building:

“Shit Buck, where is y/n?” Steve said as he nervously paced around.

“She’ll probably be out in a few seconds.” Bucky said and Steve hoped that he was right. They all looked at the building and waited a few more minutes until suddenly a second explosion occurred and the building began to burn.

“Shit, where is she?” Steve said again and the others started to worry as well.

“Y/n, can you hear me? Sweetheart?” Steve said over the headphones, hoping you would say something, but you didn’t.

“Y/n honey?” He tried again but got no response from you. Steve looked at Bucky worriedly. Bucky placed a comforting hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“Buck I- I never got to tell her how much I love her.” Steve said with a tear rolling down his cheek.

“Steve, she knows.”

“No, she doesn’t.”

“I have to go and find her.” Steve confirmed, turning around and running towards the building.

“Steve!” Bucky shouted, but Steve didn’t want to turn around. He had to find you and make sure you were safe.

Steve was about to go into the building when you came running out. When you saw Steve, you jumped into his arms. He was so relieved that you were safe now. Steve wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. He kissed your forehead and then asked.

“Are you hurt?” You looked into his beautiful eyes and noticed how worried and sad he looked.

“I’m okay.” You mumbled, laying your head back on his chest. Steve kissed your forehead and then picked you up and carried you to the quinjet. Steve gently placed you on a chair, knelt down and began checking to see if you had any injuries. You sat there in silence, still in shock at what just happened.

Steve softly pulled up your shirt and found a wound on your left arm. He looked at you worriedly and then said, “I’ll put a bandage over it, okay?”

You nodded and Steve asked Bucky to bring everything he needed. Steve treated your wound gently, then put a bandage over it and then looked at your face. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and tried to smile at you. You smiled back and reached for his hand.

“Thank you, Steve.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart, but you should still go to a doctor and get checked out.”

“Only if you come with me.” You said and Steve smiled.

“Of course, I’m coming with you.” He paused for a moment and then said more.

“I’m so glad you’re safe. I was so scared and for a second I really thought I had lost you.” Steve said, having that sad look in his eyes again.

“Oh, Stevie, I promise you that you won’t lose me.” You said and now put your hand on his cheek.

“When I first heard the explosion, I thought about how I could never tell you that … I love you. I love you so much more than you think. And I know I should have told you sooner, but I wasn’t sure what you -” Steve wanted to say more but you interrupted him.

“Steve, I love you too. A few months ago, I realized that you mean so much more to me than just a friend.” You confirmed and Steve’s smile began to grow and so did yours.

„Do you remember that night in Paris?” Steve asked and you nodded. He was referring to the night when the Avengers were invited to an important gala event. You and Steve danced that night and talked all night while watching the sunset together.

“That was the night I realized I love you.” Steve said and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach as he smiled at you.

“Oh, Steve I’m so glad we feel the same way.”

“Me too.” He said and then moved closer to you. Steve pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and placed his hand on your cheek. You made the last inch between the two of you and kissed him. The kiss was soft but didn’t last long because you both remembered that the others were there as well. When you turned away you smiled at each other. Steve stood up, sat next to you and took your hand in his. You rested your head on his shoulder and enjoyed the flight back to the compound. When you landed at the compound, Steve made sure you went to a doctor and got taken care of.

You and Steve were so happy to finally know that you have the same feelings for each other and you were so excited to go on your first date with Steve.

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[willowsnook]

Heeeey ❤️ Would you do an imagine where Y/N is Buckys girlfriend and also part of the team but one time it happens she get accidentally shot by John Walker and nearly dies and Bucky gets furious about that, so Sam has to keep him back from hurting him as well. Then they stay by your side and take care of you. Maybe Sam offers you both to stay in Louisiana with him and Sarah for your recovery and it's just all fluffy ? Hope this is fine 🥰

Bucky Barnes x gf!reader

a/n: i haven't watched falcon winter soldier in so long so this is going to be an original scene lol

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You hummed along to a song that was stuck in your head as you scrolled through twitter while on the jet. Your bf Bucky was locked in for the mission and staring straight ahead. He always tried to disassociate for these missions mostly so he didn't get distracted being overprotective of you even though you could handle yourself just fine.

Sam sat next to you fiddling with his hands before going over the objective once again.

"Okay so we think that Hydra has a secret office here with classified files on the US government," he said for the millionth time. "Y/n, you sweep the perimeter, I'll break inside with Bucky covering me."

"Yes sir," you said saluting him. He rolled his eyes as Bucky gave you a warning look. He was always annoyed at you for not taking this seriously. But you found that being confident was more efficient for your work style and caused fewer mistakes. When you lost Natasha a year ago the world ended. You wanted out of the game but your healing process ended up including a certain winter soldier. He had given you the spark of life back so your new viewpoint was that life was too short to not be happy.

The jet landed in a field near the target zone and the three of you stalked your way closer to the building. Sam gave me the hand signal I was waiting for and I slipped off from the boys to make sure no one was hiding in the perimeter. As I continued on I could hear Bucky and Sam in my ear piece, it sounded like the building was clear and they were inside now.

I came to a halt when I saw a familiar red, white, and blue number peering out of a window. Fucking John Walker. This dude was a pain in the ass. He hadn't spotted me yet so I scaled the side of the building before slipping into the same room as him. He was still looking out the window as I cleared my throat. He whirled around pulling his gun.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked irritably. He lowered his weapon when he realized it was me.

"Probably the same thing as you sweetheart," he said with his stupid charming smile. I could hear Bucky growl through my earpiece at his term of endearment.

"Still playing make-believe superhero?" I taunted and his smile dropped. He started to say something else but we heard a crashing noise come from above. Both of us had our weapons drawn immediately. I held my finger to my lips before creeping out the door of the room. There was nothing there. I turned around to come back in and heard another big crash and then a gunshot. I looked down to my stomach to see blood starting to pool out and back up at John whose face paled.

"Shit shit shit, i'm sorry I panicked," he said coming towards me. I sunk back against a wall and to the floor breathing heavy.

"Y/n! Are you hurt? Where are you? We are coming" Bucky said through the earpiece.

John put his hands on your wound holding down pressure but after a minute he was ripped off of you and flying into the opposite wall. Through hazy eyes you could see Bucky pounding into him while Sam was trying to hold you back. The last thing you saw was Bucky's bloody face looking over at you before everything went black.

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Your eyes fluttered open and you felt a warm summer breeze brush against your skin. You were in an unfamiliar bedroom with windows drawn open overlooking a grassy field leading up to water. You tried to sit up but your lower abdomen jolted with pain and you took a deep breath. You were wearing sweatpants with a big tshirt that you knew to be your boyfriend's. Speaking of him, your eyes found him sprawled out on a couch at the end of the room.

"Bucky," you whispered and he sprang up. He looked like shit. He had bags under his eyes and clearly hadn't brushed his hair in days. "You look like shit." He laughed weakly as he slowly walked towards you. You could see he was trying to keep it together as he got closer to you.

"Where are we?" You asked him. He sat down on the bed next to you.

"Louisiana doll, at Sam's sister's place," he replied, He brought his hand up to your cheek stroking it lightly like you would break. You reached up and took his hand in yours.

"I'm okay," you told him and he let out a shaky breath.

"You almost died," he choked out and you pulled his head into your chest. He breathed deeply and you ran your fingers through his hair.

"But I didn't," you pointed out and he grumbled. You noticed his hand that was wrapped around you was bruised and you remembered back him and John.

"Did you kill him?" You asked quietly. Bucky rose his head to look at you.

"I wanted to, but no," he said. You patted the spot next to you and he lay there not letting you go. "I will kill him the next time I see him." You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine." Bucky started to argue but you held your finger to his lips. "I love you."

"I love you too, doll."

[wandanatsbaby]

there's this kid around peter she who's new to the team. peter plays a prank to get her to loosen up to the team and possibly make another friend so peter somehow gets her to leave her room and locks her ina. dark closet as a prank but he doesn't know that she's scared of the dark bc of hydra nat and tony find her later and get on peters ass. he tries to apologize but she doesn't wanna hear that shit now any chance he had of being her friend went out the window along with any chance of her finally bonding with the team and peter is tryna fix that. rest is up to you

Prank

Pairing: Avengers x reader, Peter Parker x reader (platonic)

Warning: Angst, hurt, Peter being sweet at the end

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You hummed quietly as you sat on your bed cautiously examining the piece of clothing Natasha had gifted you. A knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts. With hesitant steps you make your way to the door and crack it open to reveal Peter Parker. You remember him from the meeting you were required to go to as a way to meet the others. He was about your age and seemed friendly enough.

He gives you a smile and a wave before he begins talking. “Hello! I'm Peter. It's y/n right?” you give him a nod and shuffle on your feet waiting for him to leave. “The others wanted me to let you know that we have a meeting in 5 minutes.” With that he walks away.

Closing the door you sigh and lean against it. Walking over to your closet you pick out some clothes and get dressed and quickly brush your hair before heading out of your room and down the hall.

As you're walking you hear a noise coming from a closet. Looking around you open the door and frown when you see nothing. Before you could walk away you are quickly shoved into it and the door locks.

“Hello? Hello! Let me out!” you scream as tears run down your face. Visions of Hydra quickly enter your mind and you fall to the floor screaming and crying. “Let me out! I'll be good, I promise! Let me out!” The compound begins to shake and Peter begins to get worried.

Footsteps are heard followed by a loud voice “Peter what's going on?” Mr. Stark says. The door opens revealing Natasha, Tony, and Peter on the other side. All three look at your shaking body worriedly. Natasha is the first to move. She slowly makes her way to you and reaches out but you flinch back. She gasps as not even a moment later you run past her down the hall and to your room. The door slams shut and the shaking dies down slowly.

“What were you thinking Parker!” Natasha shouts at the boy as she stares daggers at him.

“I was just- I thought that. It was just a prank! I thought it would loosen her up! I thought that maybe she would open up and want to be friends!” He says as tears come to his eyes.

“So you lock the poor girl in a closet!” Natasha shakes her head and looks to your room debating whether or not to go check on you. WIth a sigh she looks back at Peter. “You better fix this.” Walking away she walks towards the elevator.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter says but Tony just shakes his head and follows after Natasha.

A week after the incident, Peter stands outside your door with some chocolate and an apology that he had practiced for hours to make sure it sounded okay. With a deep breath he knocks on your door.

Opening the door and spotting Peter you immediately go to close it but he quickly holds it open. “Wait! Please just let me explain.” He begs. You stand stiffly and cross your arms as you wait for him to speak. “What happened that day I didn’t know that you would react like that. If I did I wouldn’t have done it. I just was going to prank you so that-”

“A prank? I do not know what a prank is but I don't need an explanation. Just stay away from me. Tell everyone else that too, would you. I don’t need anymore of these “pranks” happening. I just want to be alone.” You slam the door in his face and he looks down dejected as he watches the chocolates fall to the ground.

“Peter Parker!” Yelena shouts as she walks into the room with Natasha and Wanda hot on her trail. “Fix whatever you’ve done to y/n! I was so close to bonding with her! We were gonna go vest shopping! I was going to make her see the joy in pockets!” She shouts as she points at the boy.

“I-I tried. She won’t accept my apology.” He defends himself and backs up as Yelena glares at him. Yelena would always scare him more than anything in the world.

“Peter Parker if you dont-”

“Yelena thats enough” Natasha calls to her sister. The younger girl huffs and crosses her arms.

Peter stood in your room proud of his work as he looked around at all the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling and the fake flowers, vines, and butterflies that were scattered on your walls. Until now your room had been the exact same since before you started sleeping in it.

As you walked into the room your body seemed to be on Alert. Looking up you gasped at all the things in your room as tears filled your eyes. You continued to look around until you spotted a figure standing in the middle.

“Peter?” You asked softly “What. Did you do this?”

“I did. I asked Natasha if she knew of anything you liked. She said you seemed very happy watching the stars and butterflies so I ask Mr. Stark for some help.” With a choked sob you ran into his arms giving him a hug. He was taken back but quickly reciprocated.

“Thank you!”

“Anything for you.” He whispered.

After that you had begun warming up to the team. You allowed Yelena to take you vest shopping and you both came back with bags and bags of vests each with different amounts of pockets. Clint and Kate showed you how to shoot a bow and arrow. Natasha helped train you with hand to hand combat while Wanda helped you control your powers. Bruce and Tony showed you around the lab and let you help build new suits and technology. Peter helped you learn what a prank was although you were still very confused but eventually both of you ran around the compound pulling pranks on everyone in sight. You finally had a home and you loved it.

[bean-bean2000]

The Hacker - Part 6

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Status: Ongoing

All feedback is very welcome and appreciated!

Warnings: dark, eludes to torture, kidnapping, fear, angst, swearing.

Please let me know if i missed any warnings and I will add them.

Part 5

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Your ears are ringing as you try to open your eyes. Everything is blurry as you try to get up; failing as your head spins from your concussion. You flinch as you touch your head, blood covers your hand and chest. You look down and notice your leg is pinned beneath something.

As you try to pull your leg, you scream in agony. It's stuck. You start looking around, you can't see clearly. You're in and out of consciousness while trying to understand what's happening. You still can't hear properly, everything is muffled as you see blurry figures approaching you.

"Wake up, darling. Or should I say, Cyberpunk? Miss me?" he chuckles darkly.

You gasp. It can't be him.

He snares at you and lifts his gun, smacking you across the head knocking you out cold.

As the scene unfolds, Bucky is a few yards away as he was flown out of the helicopter when it crashed. The serum in his body healing him incredibly quickly. He sees you get knocked out and dragged away. He's still hurt, his leg is broken. He can't reach you. He tries to scream your name but he's too far away.

Bucky pushes the emergency button Tony installed in his arm, sending out a distress signal with his location. He punches the floor in frustration, creating a hole in the ground.

Steve and Natasha arrive seconds later.

"What happened? How did you crash? Where's Y/N?!" screams Steve. Natasha leans down to Bucky and tends to his wounds, trying to make him stable enough for transport.

"They took her! I saw them, Steve."

"Who took her?" prods Steve.

"It can't be but I swear I saw it. I saw the symbol on their jackets. I swear it was Hydra" Bucky says weakly.

"HYDRA?! What would they want with Cyber?!" Steve says, lifting his hands to his head in frustration, trying to calm himself down.

"Guys, we need to regroup and figure out what to do and how to find her. This isn't helping anyone. Bucky needs medical attention and we need to get out of here before the media starts swarming us." Natasha states calmly.

"NO! We can't! We have to find her NOW!" screams Bucky.

"Bucky, buddy, look at me. You need to calm down. We can't find her if you're clouding your thoughts with anger. I promise you we'll find her but we need to get out of here first." Steve explains calmly.

"I - I promised her - We... We promised her- We said she would be safe. We promised to protect her..." Bucky chokes out.

"I know Buck! I know! You think this isn't breaking me apart right now? All I want to do is run after those bastards but we can't! It will lead to nothing! We have to go, now."

Bucky rubs his eyes and gets up with Natasha's help. They climb into the quinjet and start their way back to the Avengers compound.

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"What the hell happened?" yells Tony as they exit the quinjet.

"Hydra took her Tony... we don't know where or why but we'll find her." Steve says.

"HYDRA?! what - why her?...This was supposed to be an easy in and out!! What the hell?!" Tony says exasperated. He throws his arms up in the air as he talks to Steve.

"They fired an RPG at the helicopter. The tail was hit and it spiralled to the ground. The pilot was KIA. Cyber was taken, so we can assume she's alive. Bucky broke his leg but he's healing quickly because of the serum." Steve summarizes the situation to the rest of the team.

Bucky hobbles away with Bruce to tend to his wounds.

"What does Hydra want with Y/N?....oh shit... no... it can't be... she's not that stupid...." Tony widens his eyes with his realization.

"What Tony? What are you talking about?"

"The people who found her... who took her off the streets.... it must have been Hydra.. she was fucking trained by Hydra to be their own cyber weapon... but she ran away from them...." Tony thinks to himself out loud.

"Oh my - okay... listen, she didn't have a choice. She needed a way off the streets, there's no way she could've known who she was truly dealing with until it was too late..." Steve says, sighing.

"Let's regroup and tell the others. We have to make our game plan." Steve says as he walks past Tony, back into the compound.

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You wake up with your head pounding. It takes you awhile to wake up and for your vision to focus so you can analyze your surroundings.

You try to rub your eyes but as you lift your arm it's met with strong resistance. You look down and realize your hands are chained to the wall. You squint in the darkness, looking for any clue as to where you are and who took you.

Then, you remember who you saw before you were knocked out.

Shit Shit Shit. I have to get out. How did he find me?! Fuck!

You start tugging at the chains as you're cursing to yourself. You're frantically looking for a way out of the chains when you hear a door creak open, followed by the switch of a few lights opening to illuminate the space.

You're in a damp, dingy room. No windows, behind solid bars, solid walls...

You start screaming when you realize where you truly are.

"NO! NO! NO!" you're frantically tugging at the chains agains, kicking and screaming, pulling until your wrists are bleeding. Contemplating dislocating your thumb to get out of the chains.

You start sobbing as you hear footsteps approach your cell slowly.

"No, please..."

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Y/N... I didn't think I'd ever see you here." he says coldly.

He's dressed in all black. A long dark rubber surgeon's overcoat covering him down to his rubber boots. Black gloves adorning his hands. Everything on him is splattered with blood. You look up and face him. Staring at the skull mask.

You're shaking. They can't do this to me, not him.

"You know who I am... you remember me, don't you? Or... you've at least heard of me and my business..."

You're breathing heavily, trying to maintain your composure and form coherent thoughts so you can get out of this mess.

"You're the reaper." you whisper.

He chuckles and walks closer to you, the heavy boots clicking on the stone floor with every step.

"Correct. And I'm sure you're heard of my.... unorthodox methods of.... let's say, prying information from people, yes?"

"Please... don't." you cry.

"ah ah ah, that's not up to me to decide.... whether I hurt you at all or how much I hurt you, depends entirely on your cooperation, darling."

He laughs maniacally as he places the large metal briefcase he carried inside the room with him on the metal table and opens it for you to see.

"This here, is my new invention... a new method i'm willing to experiment on you with..." he says slyly.

The briefcase is filled with a menagerie of syringes, filled with various coloured substances; various tools, and medical equipment.

"I don't know anything, please I promise" you plead.

He chuckles at your pleading, as if he's getting off on your fear.

"I'm sure you've head of what I do and how I do it... If not, I'm sure you'll figure it out quickly when you hear the screams and sounds next door..."

"I don't know ANYTHING! Please Please Please, I swear!" you repeat, louder this time, tears streaming down your face. You're rocking back and forth, crawling into the furthest corner of your cell, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

He laughs again "I'll let you think about that for a little longer and come back to you a little later when you may be a bit more cooperative. However, don't be naive, this is the last chance I am giving you at mercy." he snares at you.

"I would think long and hard at the consequences of your actions, dearie..."

You look down at the floor in defeat, sobbing.

No. It can't be. I left. I escaped. I can't be here again. Why? Why me?

The click of The Reaper's boots slowly die down as he walks to the door and shutting it closed behind him. The lights shut off and you're surrounded by pure darkness again.

All you can hear is The Reaper's disturbing evil laughter bouncing off the walls.

Will anybody find me? Will they even look for me? Do they even care? Why would they... nobody every did before...I'm alone... I'm going to die alone, horribly, in pain, in fear....

You sink to floor and let the darkness engulf you.

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The Lost Child - Chapter 35 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 5.8k

Note: There is only an epilogue left and that should be posted tomorrow!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***

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Epilogue

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“Can you tell me something about her?” Peter asks.

“What?” Stiles shakes out of his thoughts and turns to look at Peter. They have been slowly walking around the perimeter of the fighting waiting for someone to call for them.

“Can you tell me something about Y/N?”

“Like what?”

“Like what was it like growing up with her?”

Stiles thinks for a second, “Other than when our mom died, it was pretty good.”

Peter watches Stiles fiddle with the straps of the bulletproof vest he’s wearing. Stiles told them about their mom dying earlier but he hasn’t thought about it too much. Now thinking about it, not only did Y/N have one mom who died early on in her life, but she also had another mom who gave her to Hydra to be experimented on. He can’t even begin to comprehend how much that has messed with her.

Peter has so many questions that he wants to ask Y/N after all of this is over. He’s not sure if she’ll even be up for them or even want to answer them. The only things he knows about her are things other people have told him. Even then, how much has he not been told? How much will he never know?

They continue to walk in silence until Argent’s voice rings out from their walkie-talkies, “Stiles, we need you!”

“Shit,” Stiles mutters under his breath as they take off toward Chris and the others. Stiles tries to keep up with Peter while also trying not to trip on his own feet. He doesn’t have the speed that Peter has.

By the time they reach Chris, Derek, and other Peter, the Anuk-Ite is already gone. Derek and Chris seem to be okay but the Anuk-ite got Peter.

“What happened?!” Stiles asks out of breath.

“What do you think?” Derek huffs.

“Where did it go?”

“Our eyes were closed. How would we know where it went?” Chris responds, rolling his eyes and pulling a knife out of a fallen hunter.

“Well, we need to trap it soon or else he and the others are going to stay like this forever.”

“What others?” Derek questions.

“Malia and Bucky are also statues.”

Derek curses under his breath.

“Maybe instead of waiting for it to come to us, we should make it come to us,” Chris states.

“How?” Peter asks.

Chris thinks for a second, “It feeds on fear, so let’s give it some fear.”

“Again, how?”

“I don’t know. We’ll have to figure somethi–”

Chris gets cut off by the sound of Scott’s voice coming out through the walkie-talkies, “Guys, we need help!”

“What’s going on?” Stiles responds.

“We’re outnumbered and they’ve got a kanima now!”

“What’s a kanima?” Peter asks.

“A lizard that can paralyze you,” Stiles mutters, trying to decide in his head if it’s a good idea to go help them or if he and Peter need to focus on the Anuk-Ite.

“We’ll go help them. You two go after the Anuk-Ite and take it down now. You don’t have much time.” Chris states. He turns to nod at Derek before they run off in the direction Scott is in.

“How?!”

“Figure it out!”

“That’s so helpful! Thanks!” Stiles rolls his eyes before looking back at Peter. “We need a plan.”

Peter throws his hands up in defense, “This is your realm of expertise. I’m just here to help.”

“My realm of expertise requires research and a lot of guessing and hope that we don’t die.”

Stiles and Peter look at each other in annoyance. Time is ticking down and they need to kill the Anuk-Ite as soon as possible. Waiting for people to call for them is taking too long and they keep getting there too late.

“What if we tell everyone to go to one side?” Stiles suggests. “If everyone is in one area, then it only has one place to go.”

“I thought they wanted us attacking on all sides?”

“Yeah, well, people are dying and our current plan isn’t working.” Stiles pulls the walkie-talkie in his hand up to his mouth, “Everyone go to Scott’s side.”

It’s silent for a moment before Kira’s voice comes through, “We’re already here!”

“Why do we need to go to Scott’s side?” Liam’s voice came through after hers.

“Just go to Scott’s side.”

They wait a moment for a reply but no one does.

“Let’s just go and hope they do too,” Peter says, already walking away from Stiles.

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Y/N tries to ignore the throbbing pain of her ankle as it feels like the bear trap keeps getting deeper. Is it possible for it to decapitate her foot from her body? She looks up and sees that Kate is still slowly approaching her but the other hunters and Berserkers have stopped.

“The whole world knows who you are now!” Kate calls out. “You’re all anyone can talk about.”

“Your plan isn’t going to work! People aren’t afraid of the Hulk and they won’t be afraid of me!” Y/N yells back. She hopes she sounded confident saying what she said because she’s not sure she believes it herself. She knows she’s capable of a lot and she is technically a monster, so she couldn’t fault people for being afraid of her.

Kate laughs, “You think I want people to be afraid of you?!”

“Why else would you leak my information?!” Y/N tries to pull the bear trap open but the pain is causing her strength to weaken. She can’t seem to get it off. She knows she could easily take the hunters and Berserkers down without having to move, but she’s not sure she could concentrate enough to do so.

“Not everything is just about you.” Kate stops ten feet away from me. “Is that really the best thing you could come up with?”

“Then why the fuck are you doing this?! For an army that wants to get rid of the supernatural, you seem to have a lot of them on your side!”

“They want you dead,” Kate points back to the hunters behind her, “I, personally, think you’re better off alive.”

“Why?”

“Do you really think I told the world who you are so that I could kill you? Or—what did you say—that people will be afraid of you?”

Y/N’s hands keep slipping from the metal trap and blood continues to pour from her ankle, “Then why did you do it?”

“For the same reason why you let Pepper Potts go—suffering for eternity is so much better than the instant kill.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “That doesn’t explain anything. And I actually have a reason to make her suffer and you’ve got nothing on me.”

“You want to know why I told the press who you are? It’s not to make people afraid of you. If I wanted to do that I would’ve also told them why you smell like wet dogs and have fun playing in the shadows.” Kate walks closer to Y/N before kneeling down a few feet away from her. “You’ve seen how the internet has reacted so far. Just wait until they start to really dig into your life.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Do you really think the best they can do is find out where you live or who you’re dating? Just wait until they find out about the multiple friends of yours that have died within the last few years or the fact that there seem to be a lot of unsolved murders under your dad’s watch. Better yet, what happens when they start looking into Derek’s past and find out about Paige?

“I’m going to watch as the world tears you and everyone you associate with limb from limb. I’m going to watch as the world plasters your face and your life on every news article, every gossip page, and every social media platform.

“I don’t care if people fear you. I want them to fear the people closest to you. How much longer do you think they’ll stick around once you ruin their lives just by association?”

Y/N scowls at Kate. She doesn’t even know how to respond to Kate because Kate’s right. If people were able to find where Derek lives, they’ll be able to find more. They’ll never be able to link him to Paige’s death, but what about his sister’s? Even though he had nothing to do with it—thanks to Stiles and Scott—he does have an arrest record for it. What other things could they find out about him?

What about her dad? There are indeed a lot of unsolved cases due to the supernatural being involved. There is also a suspicious amount of deaths ruled ‘animal attack.’ Not too long ago there were human sacrifices going on too.

What about the rough patch he hit after her mom’s death? Is it even possible for people to find out about that? What if this situation drives him into another rough patch?

Would being associated with her affect her friend’s futures? If she gets exposed—which exposes them too—will that affect their college chances? Stiles is interested in working for the FBI; will this affect his chance to work with them?

It doesn’t matter what she tells people or what she does, people will make their own judgments about her no matter what. If the extent of the Hydra experiments gets out, she will be branded a murderer. It won’t matter her age at the time or that she was forced to do them, they’ll see her as a monster. Bucky has been out of Hydra’s grasp for over a decade and people still look at him with fear as if he’ll become the Winter Soldier again if something slightly upsets him. While not everyone treats him like that, there is a loud, large majority that does.

“If that’s all you wanted to do, then why gather an army to kill us?” Y/N asks.

“I don’t want to kill all of you. That would make my whole plan irrelevant.” Kate replies. “I just want to kill one of you.”

“Why do you have to be so fucking vague?”

“When do people get obsessed with digging into people’s lives? When drama happens. What’s a bigger drama than you running off with the Avengers after daddy sheriff will no longer speak to you after his son was mysteriously killed by a wild animal?” Kate stands up from her kneeling position. “Do you think people will blame you or one of the other wolves you run around with? Do you think Scott will forgive you after you dragged him and his best friend into your world? What about the others?”

Y/N eyes start to glow bright blue and her fangs drop down in anger. She smirks as Kate takes a slight step back, but she doesn’t see what Kate sees. She doesn’t see that her eyes flicker from blue to black before going back to blue.

“What makes you think that I’m going to let you do that?” Y/N asks.

“I think that you find yourself to be a bit too busy to save him,” Kate smirks, running and jumping down into the tunnels through the hatch Y/N just climbed out of—narrowly missing Y/N’s claws that swipe at her.

As Y/N yells at Kate, the hunters and Berserkers start running toward her. She starts to pull at the bear trap in anger, trying to rip it apart. As her eyes go solid black, she rips the trap apart and off of her ankle. Screaming in pain and anger, complete and utter darkness engulfs her, the hunters, the Berserkers, and their surroundings as darkness comes off of Y/N in a wave of immense power.

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“Where the hell did it go?!” Natasha yells out.

“I don’t know!” Kira yells back.

Steve and Isaac are propped up against a tree waiting for the kanima venom to wear off as Nat and Kira circle around them in protection. The kanima keeps coming back to them but they’ve been able to hold it off so far.

“Are you sure we can’t kill it?!”

“Scott says not to because it’s not like the hunters! It doesn’t want to hurt us! It’s only doing what it’s master says and we don’t know if, whoever it is, is doing this willingly or not!”

“How does he know that?!”

“Personal experience!” Isaac yells out.

“I think I’m starting to get feeling back in my hands. I can feel my fingers moving.” Steve says. He hates that it only took a little scratch on his neck to knock him down and prevent him from being a part of the fight.

Isaac glances down at Steve’s hands, “As someone who can see your hands—they aren’t moving.”

“Well, yours aren’t moving either!”

Nat and Kira quickly turn toward the right side of the trees as they hear footsteps quickly approaching them. They tighten their grips on their weapons as the footsteps get closer.

“Derek?” Kira lowers her sword as Derek and Chris step out of the tree line.

“Scott said that he needed help,” Derek says. “What’s going on?”

“They’ve got a kanima and some really big Berserkers,” Isaac says from behind Kira.

“Isaac?”

“Hey, Derek. Hey, Mr. Argent. I’d greet you properly but I can’t move.”

“What are you doing here?” Chris asks.

“Scott told us everything.”

“Us?” Derek questions.

“Braeden’s here too,” Kira says.

“Great,” Derek mumbles under his breath. He hasn’t spoken to Braeden much since he and Y/N got together unless it had to do with supernatural business. There’s no big reason why they don’t talk, but there is a bit of an awkward tension between the three of them.

“The others are closer to the house. We’re keeping these two safe until they can move again while the others are fighting whatever else.” Natasha states, pretending not to notice Derek sigh after hearing what Kira said. She makes a mental note to ask Y/N about it later when all of this is over and hopefully they’ve gotten closer.

“Chris, you stay with them and I’ll go help Scott.”

“No!” Everyone’s heads turn to look at Stiles and Peter running toward them. “We need everyone to be in the same spot. It’s the only way we’ll be able to kill the Anuk-Ite before the others die.”

“What do you mean ‘before the others die?’” Natasha questions.

“Malia and creepy Peter are currently almost statues for the rest of their lives.”

“So is Uncle Bucky,” Peter adds.

“What?!” Steve yells, trying to will his legs to move to go question Peter but nothing happens. His mind is racing. Bucky better not die on him again. He promised not to do that to Steve again.

“Hey! I can feel my hands again!” Isaac calls out. Steve glares at Isaac as Isaac’s fingers start to slowly move. Steve’s eyes quickly widen in horror as Isaac flicks out his claws before digging them into his leg.

“What are you doing?!”

“Triggering the healing process,” Isaac grunts out, digging his claws in deeper.

“Like I was saying,” Stiles says, pulling the attention back to him, “we need everyone to be together. It’s too hard to catch the Anuk-Ite when we’re all spread out. It’s gone by the time we reach the area it’s supposed to be in. If we’re all in one spot, then it only has one place to attack us.”

“We’ll move toward Scott and the others,” Derek states.

“Someone will need to carry those two,” Kira says, pointing to Isaac and Steve behind her.

“No one needs to carry me!” Isaac yells, slowly standing up from the ground. “I’m okay!”

“If you scratch me, will I turn into a werewolf?” Steve asks, looking up at Isaac.

“No, I’m not an alpha. Even then it’s pretty rare.”

“Then scratch me to speed this up. I don’t like not being able to do anything.”

“I’m not sure if it works the same for humans.”

“I’m a bit more than human. Just do it.”

Isaac sighs in annoyance and flicks out his claws—bending down next to Steve’s legs, “I’ll try not to hit anything important.” Steve watches as Isaac digs his claws into him—the claws easily pierce through his suit and into his thigh.

“One of us will still have to carry him until he can carry himself,” Chris states.

“I’ve got him,” Isaac grunts, pulling Steve up and putting him on his back in a fireman’s carry. “Let’s go.”

Kira leads as the group starts to walk toward Scott and the others. Derek tries to focus on his surroundings so he can be ready if anything tries to attack them but his mind is on Y/N. Is she okay? Is she hurt? Has she found Kate or is she still looking for her?

As they get closer to the house, the sounds of fighting become more clear. Emerging from the trees, they can see Scott and Liam fighting a large Berserker together. Next to them, Sam and Tony are fighting off the other three while Braeden is standing protectively in front of Wanda—who is propped up against the house and appears paralyzed.

“Kira, go help Scott and Liam. Isaac, go to Braeden. I’ll go help the other two. The rest of you take down the kanima and anything else that shows up.” Derek orders, charging toward the Berserker that just swiped at Sam while Stiles and Peter move toward the house.

Isaac runs over to Braeden and not-so-gently sets down Steve next to Wanda. Steve winces in pain as the feeling starts to come back to his legs.

“What happened to you?” Steve asks Wanda.

“The stupid lizard got me when my back was turned.” Wanda practically growls out in anger.

“Good to see you back on your feet,” Braeden says to Isaac, quickly glancing over at him before continuing to watch for the kanima.

“What’s going on?” Isaac asks.

“Any hunters that were still left have now run away. It’s just them now and the lizard.”

“Have you seen Y/N again?”

“I haven’t seen her since she ran off.” Braeden looks behind her at Steve regaining movement of his limbs and Wanda eyeing Steve in jealousy. “Do you know who these people are?”

“Not a clue. Scott told me who they were but I wasn’t really paying attention.”

“Aim for their masks!” Derek yells out, narrowly missing the bone claw that swiped at his face.

Tony aims his hand at the mask of the Berserker running his way. The mask is obliterated as soon as the powerful ray from his suit hits it. They watch as the Berserker quickly turns to dust.

“Why weren’t we told that earlier?!” Sam yells out.

Derek ignores him as he knocks down the Berserker next to him. His fist slams down onto the mask before the Berserker moves to get up. The mask slightly cracks before shattering when he brings his fist down again. The Berserker now lies on the floor of the woods dead.

Derek looks up from the dead Berserker and watches as Scott jumps on the back of the Berserker he’s fighting and rips the mask off it. To his left, Tony blasts the mask off the last standing Berserker.

“Thank god they're dead. I’m not sure I could’ve lasted much longer.” Liam huffs out, gripping his side in pain.

“Where’s the kanima?” Scott asks.

“Where’s Y/N?” Derek asks, looking around at everyone for answers.

“She went looking for Kate a while ago,” Isaac says.

“I’m goin–”

“Watch out!” Scott yells, tackling Derek to the ground as the kanima jumps out from the trees behind him.

The kanima lands on it’s feet before turning toward Tony. It takes two large strides toward him before jumping in the air, claws ready to swipe at him. Before it reaches him, it is shot down by Chris, falling to the ground unconscious.

“I thought we weren’t going to kill it?!” Kira yells out. She could’ve killed it a long time ago but Scott told her not to.

“I didn’t,” Chris says, walking over to the kanima. “I shot it with some darts full of ketamine. It should be out for a while but we should put some mountain ash around it just in case. We should also move it out of the way.”

“I’ve got it,” Isaac grumbles after nobody else moves. He drags the kanima out of the way and Chris follows him while digging through his bag looking for the extra mountain ash he brought.

The hair on the back of Derek’s neck feels like it’s standing up as he pushes Scott off of him and rises from the ground, “Can you feel that?”

“Stiles, get ready,” Scott says. “Everyone close your eyes.”

Everyone closes their eyes as the uneasy feeling starts to wash over them. Stiles can hear someone murmuring close to him. He can’t tell if it’s something the Anuk-Ite is doing to him or if someone else is talking to it. He tries to hone his hearing in to locate the Anuk-Ite but he’s not like the werewolves and superhumans next to him.

Stiles takes a deep breath—trying to think of what to do. That’s when he feels some kind of magical pull. It feels like it’s pulling him toward the Anuk-Ite. He can sense the Anuk-Ite getting closer to him but he doesn’t understand why nothing else is happening. Where’s the vision trying to get him to open his eyes or anything?

Stiles can feel his heart beating faster as he senses the Anuk-ite standing in front of him. Trying to think quickly, he pours a bit of the mountain ash into his hand before blowing it into the Anuk-Ite’s face. Stepping back as the Anuk-Ite struggles in the cloud of ash, Stiles opens his eyes and throws the rest of the mountain ash in a circle around it.

He watches as the Anuk-Ite’s powers turn on itself and turns itself into stone before disintegrating into ash.

“It’s gone!” Stiles yells out.

Scott is the first person to open his eyes, “What happened?”

“I don’t know. Its powers didn’t seem to work on me and I could just sense it in front of me so I threw the mountain ash around it and now it’s gone.”

“What do you mean it’s powers didn’t work on you?” Everyone else slowly opens their eyes to look at the interaction between Scott and Stiles.

“It’s supposed to mess with your mind but nothing happened.”

“Nothing happened to me either,” Wanda speaks up, standing up from her spot on the ground now that the kanima venom has worn off. “I could hear Steve speaking to something but I didn’t get anything. I think my magic blocked it.”

“I could hear Bucky speaking to me…Bucky!” Steve’s eyes widen before he runs off in the direction Bucky’s supposed to be.

“I don’t have magic though. I don’t understand why nothing happened?” Stiles can’t seem to wrap his head around the situation.

“Maybe you do and you just don’t know it,” Scott says.

Stiles goes to say something before Derek cuts him off, “You can figure it out later. We need to find Y/N.”

“She’s a bit tied up at the moment!” Everyone’s heads turn to look at Kate as she emerges from the house—claws wrapping around Stiles’ throat.

Stiles struggles against Kate’s grip but it only seems to tighten, “You little bitch!”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say.” Kates tuts.

“You’re outnumbered, Kate. We both know it so let Stiles go.” Scott says, trying to subtly move closer to them.

Kate laughs a little to herself, “It’s been years and you have yet to catch me. I think I’ll take my chances.” Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Chris trying to move into a position to get a shot at her. She pulls Stiles closer to her body so that if someone tries to hurt her they hurt him too.

“It’s over, Kate. Any hunters left standing are now gone. They left you.” Derek says, his glowing bright red eyes never leaving her hand around Stiles’ throat.

“Derek, you nev–” she cuts herself off as a cloud of darkness engulfs them.

“What the hell?” Sam mutters. He tries to turn on some lights on his suit to see but they don’t make a difference.

Stiles screams, falling to the ground, as Kate’s grip on his neck is released and something pushes him forward—if anyone asks him later, he will deny that the scream came from him.

“Stiles?!” Scott yells out. He wants to go to him but he doesn’t know where he is. He tries to use his werewolf senses but it’s as if they’ve been dulled. He can’t sense anything.

Almost as quickly as the darkness came, it quickly disappears. As their surroundings become apparent, they notice Stiles standing up from the ground while staring at something in shock in the house that they can’t seem to see.

“What just happened?” Peter asks.

“Sorry about that.” Y/N steps out of the house with a slight limp, her body covered in blood. “I kinda lost control there and I didn’t know how to control it. I didn’t even know I could do it.”

Derek sighs in relief and runs toward Y/N, scooping her up in his arms and pulling her into a tight hug, “Are you okay?”

“My ankle has seen better days but I’ll live,” she murmurs, burying her face into his neck and hugging him just as tight.

“What happened?” Scott asks.

“I got caught in a bear trap and Kate ran off while her little followers tried to kill me so I killed them first.” She pulls away from Derek and raises her hand as she cuts off Scott from trying to say something. “I know. Killing people is bad, but I only killed the ones that I had to, and that just happened to be all of them.”

“So what you’re saying is you robbed me of seeing Thor fight because ‘we don’t want to kill people we don’t have to’ but you went ahead and did it anyways?!” Stiles yells. He doesn’t actually care that Thor stayed behind or that she killed anyone—he’s just in a bit of shock and he doesn’t know how to react to everything. He still doesn’t know how to react to what happened with the Anuk-Ite.

“What happened to Kate?” Isaac asks, moving out from his position in the woods.

Y/N steps into the house and grabs a chain that’s lying on the floor. Yanking harshly on the chain, Kate comes flying out of the house, chains wrapped around her, and lands in front of Stiles. She’s cursing Y/N out but everyone ignores her.

“Where did the chains come from?” Natasha asks.

“I made them,” Y/N smiles proudly.

“What are we going to do with her?” Kira questions.

“I’ve got a few ideas,” Tony says, glaring down at Kate.

“We aren’t going to do anything,” Y/N says, pulling a matchbox out of her pocket and holding it out to Derek, “You are.”

Derek looks at her confused before Chris moves closer to her with a bottle of lighter fluid in his hand, “I told you you didn’t want to know what I got in my bag.”

Y/N grabs the lighter fluid from Chris and pours it on Kate. Kate’s eyes squeeze shut and she sputters as some of it gets in her mouth. Stiles steps back before any of it can get on him—he’s not trying to burn to death too.

“Ready?” Y/N looks at Derek who’s looking at her with so much love in his eyes.

“Always,” Derek says, grabbing the matchbox from Y/N’s hand.

“Make sure the fire stays contained to her and doesn’t set the rest of the woods on fire,” Y/N says, looking around at the Avengers and hoping one of them has the powers to do that.

Derek pulls out a match from the box and lights it on fire. He takes a deep breath, staring at the small flame, and throws the match onto Kate’s body. She screams out in pain as her body starts to burn. They watch as she continues to scream agony before her screams come to an end but her body continues to burn.

As they watch the last of her burn, Steve, Bucky, Peter Hale, and Malia run out of the woods with looks of confusion and fear on their faces.

“What’s going on?” Steve asks, his eyes landing on the fire burning.

“It’s over,” Y/N nods her head at Wanda who extinguishes the fire with her magic, “let’s go home.” She grabs Derek’s hand and starts to walk away from Kate and what’s left of the hunter’s safehouse.

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“How are you feeling?” Tony asks Y/N.

It’s been a week since the fight against Kate, the hunters, and the others. It was a big night for the FBI and sheriff’s offices who arrested all of the hunters that were still alive. Tony made sure to clear all of the dead hunters before the police arrived, even though Sheriff Stilinski and Scott’s dad wouldn’t have questioned it.

Rumors and conspiracies are still circulating online about Y/N, her family, and friends. While Lydia has been keeping up to date with everything, Y/N completely turned off her phone and refused to turn it back on until she figured everything out.

After the big fight, Y/N and Derek went back to their place to relax and take a few days for themselves. The Avengers went back to their lakehouse and have been waiting to hear from Y/N. They understood why she needed time to herself and why she turned her phone off but Tony’s eyes never left his phone hoping she’d reach out. When she finally texted and asked to meet at the lakehouse, he nearly fell running down the stairs to tell everyone.

“I’m fine,” Y/N gives him a small smile. She doesn’t want to go into all of her current feelings or else they’d be here for a few days. She’s currently sitting on a sofa in the middle of the Avenger’s lakehouse with Derek to her right and the Avengers spread out around them.

“Whatever you want to do, we understand.” Wanda blurts out. “This has been really confusing us but it’s definitely been more confusing for you.” Wanda sat everyone down the night before and gave them a stern talking to about how they can’t control Y/N and they can’t force her to do anything that she doesn’t want to.

“This has been a little more than just confusing, but I’ve done some thinking and I know what I want to do,” Y/N says as Derek places a hand on her thigh in comfort. “I do want a relationship with you.”

“Really?” Peter asks, smiling like he just won a big prize.

“Yes, but I’m not abandoning Beacon Hills and I’m not abandoning my family here.”

“That sounds pretty reasonable,” Bruce says.

“I also just need you to be patient with me. This is a lot and I can’t promise that there won’t be days where I lock myself away and have to get away from everything. I also can’t promise that within a week we’re all going to be super close or anything. We’re all strangers to each other. Yes, you knew me when I was really little and I get glimpses of memories, or sometimes things feel familiar, but we are all completely different people now.”

“We understand,” Steve gives her a small smile of reassurance.

“Thank you. Also, one more thing,” Y/N looks directly at Bucky, “Derek means everything to me, and his place in my life is not allowed to be questioned or anything.”

Bucky huffs in slight annoyance, “I won’t say anything…anymore.”

Y/N smiles in relief, “Great. Now we just have to do the hard part.”

“What’s that?” Tony questions.

“Making a public statement.”

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Dozens of journalists and photographers are waiting patiently for the Avengers press conference to start. They already know what it’s about since it’s being held in front of the sheriff’s station in Beacon Hills.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Derek asks. He and Y/N are currently sitting in her dad’s office with Tony, Peter, Stiles, and the sheriff himself.

“Yeah, I just want to get this over with before Lydia tells me about another conspiracy about how I’m lying for money because my boyfriend’s money has started to run dry due to my ‘spending issue.’” Y/N rolls her eyes. Those aren’t even the worst of it but Lydia refuses to tell her about those.

“And you’re sure you don’t want me up there with you?” Tony questions.

“If you’re up there with me, it will look like I’m choosing the Avengers over my family here.”

Tony tries not to flinch at her calling them the Avengers and not her family too. It will take some getting used to but he doesn’t want to run her off by forcing her to talk about them exactly like the family she grew up with.

“But you want us to go up with you?” Stiles points between himself and Peter.

“You’re both around my age. It shows that you’ve confirmed my identity with at least one Avenger up there, but it also shows that I’m not abandoning my Beacon Hills family with you up there. People are also less likely to say things about you two than Tony and Dad.”

Lydia opens the office door before Stiles can reply, “Y/N, they’re ready.”

Y/N huffs, standing up and looking at both Stiles and Peter, “Let’s get this over with so I can home and take a nap.”

“A nap?” Peter questions.

“Well I plan on doing something else too but I’m sparing the others in the room from hearing about it.” She glances over at Tony and the sheriff.

“That’s already more than I want to hear,” Tony says, frowning while looking between Y/N and Derek. They promised not to say anything about their relationship and Derek has proven to be a good boyfriend to her, but he doesn’t want to hear about what they do.

Y/N places a quick kiss on Derek’s lips before walking out of the room with Stiles and Peter trailing behind her. She walks out of the sheriff’s station and walks onto the little stage they have set up. The crowd turns silent as she steps up to the podium as Stiles and Peter stand silently behind her.

Y/N clears her throat and looks out at the crowd of people and cameras, “Hi. There’s been a lot of speculation and rumors about who I am so I’m here to clear a few things up. My name is Y/N Stilinski, but you may also know me by my other name, Y/N Stark.”

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Hello! I figured I would write this here instead of on the epilogue. Thank you all so much for supporting my work and for all the kind messages you've sent me! Even if you haven't commented or liked any of my posts, thank you reading my work! I started writing this as a way to get back into writing. My dream has always been to write a book but my parents preferred me in sports than me doing my artistic ventures. Over a year ago, I decided to back into writing but I felt like I needed some feedback that wasn't my own so I started posting this. It's definitely far from perfect but I did enjoy writing it and I'm glad that so many people enjoyed reading it! My writing has a long way to go but thank you for being on this journey with me! Like my note at the top says, the epilogue will be posted tomorrow. I was also thinking of writing a bonus chapter with some smut if anyone would be interested in that! I hope y'all are doing well and I appreciate every single one of you!

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The Spectacular N O W

Summary: You and Bucky have feelings for one another, that everyone can plainly see but the two of you. A mission goes horribly wrong and Bucky is faced with the reality that he may have waited too late. But when lovers are destined to be together something spectacular happens.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 1877

Warnings: Angst ! so much angst ! Bucky heartbroken and depressed. Violence

The Hydra base was poorly lit, lights constantly flickered making it hard to decipher when a Hydra agent was lurking in the shadows. John had disobeyed your orders and decided to go further into the base, a few of the SHIELD agents who wanted to impress their second in command followed him. 

The mission was a shit show to put it simply.

You could hear their screams as they were attacked from all angles, they had walked right into an ambush. 

“Stay where you’re at Y/n, they can’t sneak up behind you” Sam said but the signal was getting choppy. You winced as static came through the comms when he tried to tell you something else.

“What did you say, Sam? You’re breaking up” more static was heard and then silence.

Total and complete silence.

You were in enemy territory and you had just lost all communication with your team.

Sweat rolled down the side of your face, you were trying so hard to not start hyperventilating in front of the SHIELD recruits. You could tell they were scared from how wide their eyes were and how they shook all over.

“Oh God we’re going to die” one of the girls said with tears in her eyes as the screams down the hallway increased.

“No we’re not. We’re getting out of here alive” you said, hoping that you wouldn’t let them down.

All of a sudden a bomb went off nearby, your line of sight got even worse as smoke filled the hallway, your ears ringing from being so close to the explosion.

You could hear a few male voices yelling in Russian followed by rounds of gunshots.

“I NEED HELP” You heard John yell making you curse under your breath. No matter how much he annoyed you, you couldn’t leave him there to die.

“Okay team, listen up this is now a rescue mission” you said, turning to look back at faces that were young, too young to die on a mission in the middle of nowhere.

Taking in a shaky breath you led your small team down twist and turns, keeping close to the walls to keep the enemy in front of you.

Masked men and women jumped in front of you, guns aimed on your chest but you were quicker pulling the trigger of your own sniper, slitting throats open with your knives.

It was kill or be killed, years of being Natasha and Bucky’s partner helped to quicken your reflexes.

You could feel blood splatter on your face but you didn’t blink, you didn’t want to risk missing one of them. 

Lives were on the line, lives that you had been tasked with protecting, you couldn’t let them down.

Bucky’s face flashed in your mind. It was a fleeting thought but you hoped you made it out so one day maybe one day soon you could confess how you felt.

Finally you made it to a long hallway, wires sparked from up above where bombs had went off, you could smell burning flesh and had to swallow back the bile that threatened to come up. The men and women you passed by, both from your team and Hydra agents, had been badly burned, skin charred and kevlar suits soaked in blood.

John was kneeling in the middle of it all, you couldn’t see his face but you could see he still had his weapon.

“John” you called out, weary of getting any closer. It was eerily quiet now, shivers running down your spine as you tried to look for any signs of Hydra agents.

It didn’t matter how much you strained your eyes, you were unable to see anyone besides John. Your eyes were starting to burn and water from the thick smoke that still hung heavy in the air. The agents behind you were coughing, their lungs not used to having to be in harsh environments yet.

“Y/n it’s good to see you” you heard a raspy voice speak from somewhere hidden in the darkness.

Your senses were heightened, dialed to eleven as you tried to spot where the voice was.

“I can’t say the same about you” You said, just as a cloaked figure stepped out of the shadows then about a dozen others stood behind him.

They all had snipers trained on the agents cowering behind you, red dots on their chest or heads, each one would instantly kill them.

If it were physically possible your heart would have beat straight out of your chest, your ribs not able to contain it. You could picture it in front of you, still beating wildly, trying desperately to get back to the compound where you had yet to give your heart to the man you wanted to.

You didn’t know if you were even breathing, you only knew that your lungs were aching like they were unable to fill themselves.

Breathe. 

Breathe.

Breathe.

You tried to tell yourself to do it, it was a simple command but it felt like your throat was beginning to close in on itself.

You knew what you had to do and if you were being honest you were scared to death about what it was.

You could hear Bucky in the back of your mind beg you not to do it but lives were at stake and YOU were the one in command. 

You hoped he could forgive you.

You dropped your gun along with your knives and raised your hands in the air in surrender.

Every sniper was now trained on you, aimed at your heart that felt like it was no longer there.

The man in the middle raised his hand, the guns lowered but you knew their fingers were still on the trigger.

“Let them go” You heard yourself say, in your peripheral vision you saw Red Wing turn its lens onto you.

The man in the middle smiled sinisterly, this had been their plan all along.

He made a hand gesture and one of the agents walked up to John and cut him loose. John made a run for it, only caring that his life was being spared.

The agents surrounded you, pushing you down to the ground, bending and twisting your arms. You had to bite your tongue to keep from screaming out in pain.

They yelled at you in a thick Russian accent, you were begging your mind to remember the Russian that Bucky had tried to teach you late one night. They were talking too fast for you to follow and their accent too thick to grasp on to any words.

You saw Red Wing hovering by the SHIELD agents, your heart was racing. You didn’t know what Hydra had in store for you but you had to let Bucky know how you felt. 

Even if this was the last moment he would ever see you alive you wanted him to at least know that he had your heart.

“Bucky-” you had started, tears welling up in your eyes but then darkness consumed you when one of the men hit you at the base of your skull, knocking you out.

Bucky felt like he was underwater, he ran from the monitor room, his feet carrying him but he didn’t know where. His body collided with walls, tables, and people but he felt nothing. Pictures fell from the walls, vases lay shattered from tables, and people grabbed at their shoulders where Bucky shoved past.

He didn’t know how long it had been since he had taken a breath. Maybe it was when you had called out to him. Maybe it was when you had been taken. Maybe it was when Red Wings video feed went dark. He didn’t know when it was but he felt lightheaded. His vision was becoming spotty but still his feet carried him further in the compound.

He needed something.

The desperation was there, he could feel it clawing up his back.

He fell, his body lay on the tiled floor and that was something he could focus on. He could focus on how cold it felt.

He could focus on the tiny specks that littered each tile.

He took a shaky breath in and then he was crawling along the floor.

He had never felt so broken before, even when Hydra had broken him down and wiped his mind.

He crawled past his bedroom door, his lungs still burning for more air.

That’s when he saw it, your room.

The room directly beside his, over the years he had spent more time in there then he had in his own.

Bucky could only find enough strength to shakily reach up to the handprint analyzer in hopes of accessing your room.

“Welcome Sergeant Barnes” a robotic voice said before your door opened.

Only when he made it in your room could he take a deep breath in.

Your scent surrounded him.

A heart-shattering sob tore through his body as tears ran down his face into the plush carpet.

Bucky’s hands both real and metal, gripped into the fabric of the carpet, trying so hard to reel in his emotions that were spiraling out of control.

“Sergeant Barnes' heart rate has accelerated dangerously high” Bucky heard Friday speak over the intercom system.

It was a matter of seconds before Sam and Steve were right by his side trying to get him up off the floor but he swung at them wildly. His fist connected with jaws, cheekbones, and eyes as he fought to get out of their grasp.

“NO” he screamed, surprising himself at his outburst.

Steve and Sam immediately let him go.

“Leave me alone” he said, his voice cracked and his throat felt raw.

“Buck we’re going to find her I prom-” Steve had started to say but was cut off when Bucky slammed his fist on the ground.

A picture fell from off your bedside table to right beside Bucky but he didn’t even flinch.

He looked at Steve with tears in his cerulean blue eyes, he was heartbroken and he didn’t know if he could handle not finding you.

He should have been there with you.

It was always you and him on every mission together except for this one and now you were gone.

Sam could see Bucky was going into a dark place, he had seen the same look of despair in his own eyes when he had lost his best friend Riley.

“Buck you need to breathe man, c’mon take a deep breath, just focus on me” Sam said calmly as he over exaggerated his breathing so Bucky could follow along. 

They did that for close to an hour, Bucky’s eyes were half lidded by the time they finished. His body had been in fight or flight mode for so long that he had exhausted himself. The tension in his shoulders and back left as he slowly started to relax, he could feel sleep try to drag him under but he was fighting it.

He needed to find you! He needed to do something! He….. He……. He needed to sleep. Steve had grabbed one of your pillows and placed it under Bucky’s head, your scent helping to calm him down and lull him to a somewhat peaceful sleep.

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[ourghoststories]

Carrier Chaos [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

I was losing my mind, I couldn't cope with the loud noises of the crew drill outside and around the ship going on.

I was on a carrier ship and it made me feel anxious, I thought I started hearing the voices of everyone in my past who had kept me control under HYDRA.

The avengers carrier was what I was on and it was in the ocean, I was with Bucky on the Ship and I needed to find him before I had a panic attack.

Sweat beaded my forehead as it intensified, he was on the same floor as me, I just had to make it down to his room.

Finally I made it down the ship to his room, but he hadn't answered, dang it, he would've been in the training room, working on his form for fighting, the drill was probably getting to him too.

I walked to the lift and took it up two floors, with the sirens still blaring so I felt woozy, I took a minute, before I got off the lift, but by that time it started to head up to the cafeteria.

Lucky it did because Bucky walked in and saw me "hey y/n what are you- oh shit doll you aren't doing too well and look like you're struggling with the drill" he said with a concerned tone.

"Hey, look at me, you're doing fine, you just need to look at me and breathe" he said softly, pulling me into a hug.

"I- i- Bucky, I'm having a panic attack" I breathed rapidly, feeling the panic take over.

I blanked out.

--

"It's gonna be okay, it usually happens to me but I've learnt to get used to it. I know what you're going through Doll, just trust me and try to breathe. In... And out... See like this" he explained, motioning to his chest when he was breathing.

I tried breathing in and out but the panic was still overtaking me, my eyes filled with tears and I hugged him but pulled back "I'm sorry Buck" I cried.

"Hey, calm down... I know it's hard but you can do this. If I can, you can. I promise. Cross my fingers and pinky swear" he smiled softly.

My breath hitched in my throat, the alarm subsided and I felt like I could calm down, it had me exhausted as I used up so much energy having the panic attack, Bucky knew how to help me.

"Let's go to your room, how are you feeling?" He ushered before taking me to my room.

"Don't worry, we'll be docking soon and we can get off for some quiet time, before they send us on our upcoming mission. I think you should take it easy for the next day, keep a low profile" he smiled, patting me on the back.

I planted a kiss on his cheek, he looked a bit shocked but overall grateful "thanks Bucky, I really appreciate your help. You know how hard it's been lately... I've been struggling to sleep, been hearing voices, having flashbacks. It's been awful. But you've been helping me through" I smiled.

"Hey it's gonna be okay, I'm going through the same stuff, I can barely get through a night without having a night terror, I wake up sweating and struggle. You've seen me up at ridiculous hours of the night, I can't stop shaking." He gulped, looking at the group and shaking his head solemnly.

"Hey Bucky, stop being so hard on yourself" I reassured, I cupped his chin with my hands, before slowly and deeply kissing him, trying to make him feel better like he made me feel.

"I didn't know that's what you were going to do, please do it again. I love the feeling of your lips on mine y/n" he smiled, I hadn't seen him smile like that before.

"Wow, I didn't actually think you liked me back like that" I said, unknowingly.

"You bet I do, I have for a while y/n, I just didn't expect you to feel the same about an old guy like me" he said in a more serious tone.

"Old guy, please Bucky- I like you for you" I quipped back.

He cocked his eyebrow up, as if to say he didn't believe me "do I have to prove it to you super soldier?" I laughed, reminiscing about old times.

"Hmm I'll get back to you on that one" he laughed, pulling me into another hug and returning a kiss on the cheek.

A/N----

sorry this is a repost, just fit the formatting better

[its2sasha]

TOKYO REVENGERS X STARK!READER

Warning:The characters and you are 17-18 years old. Everything is the same, only the age is not 14, you can still adjust the age according to your preference☆

(Pt.1)

"mom?" Pepper turned to you, “yes baby?”

y/n:"can I talk to you about something?…"

pepper:"of course."

Y/n:" mom, I'm thin king of going on vacation to Tokyo… and maybe it would be better for me. I thought maybe you could come too-"

Pepper worriedly "Tokyo?! Alone?! y/n, if Hydra finds you What will happen?!”

y/n: "I know! But… we have memories of my father all over this city and… and it's so painful." Pepper hugged you "I know, I know baby…but…" Morgan walked in, rubbing her eyes "Big sister, mom? Are you crying?" , pulling away from the hug, “No, no, honey.”

Pepper turned to you and whispered, "If you're going to leave, please don't forget your weapons." Morgan grabs your hand and pulls it, "Can you read a story, sis~? You promised"

y/n: "Of course baby" turning to your mother, "I'll take care of everything, don't tire yourself out."

You went to Morgan's room to read her a story. “Which story would you like?”

Morgan: "Can you tell the story of two young people who fall in love?"

y/n:"ah okay~ once upon a time, a young girl moved from the city she lived in to another city. She met a boy there…"

time skip

You had fallen asleep next to Morgana while she was telling a story and you were woken up by a voice. You quietly walked towards the direction of your voice without waking Morgan. Pepper had fallen asleep on the couch with the television on. You turned off the TV and covered Pepper up before heading back to your own room.

I was on my way to your room when you remembered that you didn't buy your plane ticket. Instead of going to your room, you went to your study and did what you had to do.You re-entered your father's study before going to bed, you did this every 6 hours a day, habits are not easy to break.

You entered the room and left the door open, looking at the papers on his desk, most of them had 'defense weapon projects' for you. You did not allow his room to be touched after he died.Your hand was wandering over the dusty table, one of your shirts was lying on the chair. A tear fell from her eye onto his shirt.

"How much longer do you think you can go on like this?" Your mother was leaning against the door.

y/n:"mom…" you hugged pepper.

She stroked your hair "I know baby, I understand how you feel… but you can't keep going on like this."

A muffled voice came out from between her sobs: "I miss him."

Pepper: "Me too…" After a while, Pepper raised her head and wiped her tears, "You must be strong, Morgan gets strength from you, honey."

“I know,” you said, sniffling.

time skip - in tokyo

"I know mom, I'll be careful, I promise ….. okay, see you later …… i love you~" You hung up the phone after saying goodbye to Pepper.

"Shit.." You tried to find the key in your bag to enter the house, "Hi!" Instead of reacting to the sound, you continued searching for the key. You knew the owner of the voice wouldn't leave, "I said hi!"

"What?!" You turned around angrily and in front of you was a boy around your age. He seemed upset by your reaction. "I just wanted a photo for my girlfriend…"

y/n: "oh- i'm sorry, I overreacted. and of course we can take a photo." You couldn't help but feel guilty. The boy took a picture with you and left smiling.

You finally find your key and get in, finding the previous interaction strange. It was still early, you decided to go to the market to buy groceries for the house. Because that's what normal people do, right?

You activated jarvis before going to the market, its name was actually luna, but you felt the need to change it.

time skip (I know it's a lot but I'm sleepy lmao)

You have everything you need but it's still not too late to grab your favorite chips.

You quickly went to the chips section, you were lucky there was only 1 of the chips you liked.

You pulled the bag of chips to put it in the basket, but someone else pulled it from the back of the aisle, "Hey! Stop it!"

y/n:"excuse me? I got here first."

The man didn't give up, "This is one of Mikey's favorites, let it go woman!"

sarcastically "oops! how rude of you sir." You said and dug your nail into the man's hand to grab the package.

"OWW!" the man came out from behind the hallway, hissing in pain, "what are you doing?!"

A few other young people around your age gathered around you. One of them intervened and said: "Excuse me, ma'am, I'm sure the draken didn't mean to treat you this way. I apologize on his behalf."

I hope you like it. If there are any grammatical errors please tell me, my native language is not English.

You can find the rest in the masterlist!☆

Thanks for reading!

《I'm taking requests》

[jimblejamblewritings]

falling for the captain | part 1.

Summary: Captain Y/N L/N. Leader of the Avengers on Earth-563, not really a family or team strictly just coworkers. A lot of responsibility for someone only nineteen. What happens when the Captain finds herself on “Earth Earth” in the compound of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Stuck on Earth for the time being, Y/N sees what these Avengers are about. And Captain America finds himself falling for this leader, even though her age is throwing him… that and the fact no one knows if she’ll head back to Earth-563 the minute she can.

Warnings: AGE GAP (clear from the summary, it’s a young reader but legal), none

Pairing: (eventual) Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Note: first of all, huge shoutout to @venusbarnes​ for the idea of a young reader and creating such an interesting dynamic with that. I recommend her operation brat fic! Second, the reader is going to be black/woc. I try to switch it up with my stories, leaving some with ambiguous readers or with characteristics you can work around. But I feel like we don’t have a lot of explicitly woc!reader inserts like how we do for white or ambiguous!reader inserts so for this one I chose to be more over the head with it but anyone not poc, hopefully shouldn’t feel taken out of the story.

(Series Masterlist)

“Honestly, I think it’s just some magic trick. That’s it. All that’s to it,” Tony muttered as he downed his drink.

“Didn’t we have this argument last year, Stark,” Natasha laughed.

The Avengers were gathered in the common room, drinking and relaxing after a mission. It was the first real mission with Wanda, Vision, Peter, and Bucky. Bucky stayed monitoring in the quinjet, Wakanda might have been able to give him a new arm but even they couldn’t get rid of the mind control of HYDRA. It ran so deep in Bucky. Shuri thought maybe it’s because he was still scared. They would revisit the re-programming on a different day.

Enjoying the little get together was everyone who stayed in the compound, plus Rhodey. Scott had left to do whatever. Peter went back to his Aunt May’s for the weekend and T’Challa was busy running whole kingdoms but promised to make it the next night.

“Ah ah. We had this argument but Thor wouldn’t let us try it,” Tony rebutted.

Thor set Mjolnir on the table and gestured towards it. “Go ahead then, try.”

The God of Asgard laughed as most of his teammates tried and failed to lift the hammer. He lifted his flask of Asgardian mead towards Natasha but the Black Widow just shook her head. Natasha didn’t need the hammer to answer if she was worthy or not. It wasn’t a question she really wanted to find out the answer to.

Thor’s eye twitched when Steve stepped towards Mjolnir. No one may have noticed but Thor was firmly looking at how the hammer moved ever so slightly under Steve’s pull. He tried to laugh it off as Steve sat back down and held out his cup for Thor to pour him some more mead. Steve and Bucky were grateful for Thor’s stash of alcohol; it felt so good for them to be able to get drunk again with the team.

“So how long do you think before Fury’s breathing down our backs again?” Rhodey asked.

“Since you somehow convinced the UN we didn’t need the Accords, I give it a week tops,” Clint said. “Actually, in three days, we’ll find ourselves in some country before Monday.”

Everyone chuckled. Convincing the UN to let the Avengers still run without being signed to anything was a lot of work. After Sokovia, they weren’t exactly happy. But with the promise of establishing a S.H.I.E.L.D. branch in the UN and the backing of T’Challa to vouch for them, they managed to stay the way they were operating before.

“Well, if we’re going to be shipped out before the weekend ends… who wants to play a game?” Tony asked.

Everyone groaned, Tony’s games usually involved things that were both embarrassing and very sexual. Before they could move to make themselves comfortable for the game, a portal opened up in front of the couches. A girl and a cat tumbled out.

“No, no, no! Shit!” you yelled as the portal closed.

You patted on the brick fireplace. You moved your arm and hands in the circle you’ve done so many times but nothing happened. You groaned. This was not the plan. You were supposed to knock the HYDRA agent into the portal, sending him away from Earth-563 and to wherever the hell you were now. You didn’t know how long you were going to be here, you hoped your team could function without you.

Well, you knew they could. You might have been “Captain” but it wasn’t really like you were close with the team, you just fought alongside them. They were the family, you were the outsider.

You let out a frustrated yell and turned around. A group of, well you had no clue who they were, stared at you. Before you could even say anything, a large man with long blond hair was pressing a hammer into your stomach. You would’ve laughed but somehow you couldn’t move from under the hammer.

“Who are you and state your case?” he said, aggressively.

“Um, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). My case is… staying here until I get back home, I guess.”

“And home is?”

“Earth-563 shortened to Earth.”

“Call Fury.” You heard someone else say. You couldn’t see past the man in front of you.

“Who’s the feline?” You heard a female voice ask.

“You mean Goose?”

There were a couple chuckles before it became deadly silent again.

“You named the cat Goose?” Some other voice asked. It sounded like a man… and dripping with arrogance.

“I was three, sue me.”

“Well, I think we can handle the girl. And she seems to not be a threat, you can let her go Thor,” a different man said. At least you think it was a different man, the voice sounded more authoritative but it could’ve been the same for all you knew.  

Thor. So that was the name of the man holding you to the fireplace. Thor very slowly let you go, you knew he didn’t trust you. None of them probably trusted you. Not that you could blame them but also if anyone was in your position, you should be the scared one. There’s only one of you and like thirty of them.

As Thor backed away, you could see all the other people standing up and watching you. Not that you were focused on anyone else, just the man with the metal arm. The man you hadn’t seen till he got shipped off to war.

“James?” you breathed out.

Your feet moved before your brain could process. You threw your arms around Bucky’s neck while he just stood there awkwardly. None of the other Avengers could move. You pulled back and placed both your hands on the side of his face.

“What happened to you? They told us the 107th went— you were MIA… you’re not my James, are you?”

You pulled away very embarrassed.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve seen your face before.”

“How the hell do you know Barnes?” the arrogant man asked.

“I… can I get some names first? I don’t know any of you.”

“You seem to know Bucky… Fine, Tony Stark,” Tony said after you glared at him.

The rest of the team, that you came to know as the Avengers— funny that was the name of your team as well, introduced themselves.

“Maybe we should hold off on, (Y/N) was it?” Steve asked, he continued when you nodded. “How about we wait for (Y/N) to answer when Nick gets here.”

“When is that?”

“He said give him thirty minutes,” Natasha said as she looked at her phone.

Thirty minutes in awkward silence is all you were thinking. So you plopped down onto the floor and grabbed Goose, petting that cat while you waited. The Avengers just stared at you. It wasn’t everyday a girl opened a portal into what they thought was their very secure compound.

~~

The first thing you heard was a scream. A man with an eye patch attempted to return himself to his normally stoic demeanor. The rest of the Avengers looked at him in complete confusion, they had never seen the Nick Fury act like that before. Your cat meowed and you lifted him to your ear. You nodded in understanding.

“Goose says she’s sorry about the 90s and the whole…” you pointed to your eye.

Nick looked at you amazed. “You speak Flerken?”

“Flerken? The cat meows?”

“She has a dangerous alien pet and thinks it’s still a cat. Okay, who the hell are you?” Nick asked as he sat down on one of the armchairs.

You spent the next hour answering all their questions as best as you could: Your name was (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), nineteen years old. You come from Earth-563, a parallel Earth according to a quick phone call to a Carol Danvers by Nick. You were captain of the Avengers back on your Earth where yes HYDRA is also a problem, on top of other threats. Your powers closely resembled Wanda’s with a few additional points. You’ve known Goose since you were a baby and no you weren’t sure how the cat made its way to Earth-563. You don’t know why you can’t get back home, the portal you created should’ve opened the minute you tried. And of course the pressing question was how do you know Bucky?

“My brother?”

“Brother? That’s impossible, Bucky’s—”

You cut Sam off.

“James Buchanan Barnes. 107th regiment. Sergeant. Adopted by our parents on March 10, making that his birthday. Lost an arm in duty on a super soldier program. Was given a new arm and immediately chose to continue fighting. You brought me the cat when you came back during a break from fighting. Admittedly, you look a bit older than I remember but James was already older before I was even born. We were told his regiment was declared MIA… they wanted to declare to you dead but we wouldn’t let them. You told me you were with me till—”

“Till the end of the line. Okay, somehow she knows me.”

“Well, it is possible for some of us to have parallel versions of us. Maybe Bucky is one of them?” Bruce offered.

“But then why don’t I know you or I guess our Earth’s you?” Bucky asked, turning back.

“Well, we did come from the 40s Buck,” Steve said. “It wasn’t exactly like they let everyone… hang out.”

He awkwardly cleared his throat, not wanting to really talk about the less than diverse times he came from and it was pretty obvious from the curly hair and brown skin that you looked nothing like most of the Avengers, save Sam and Rhodey. The team agreed and dropped the subject. The new focus was on your powers, or lack thereof.

“I don’t get it. You all saw the portal.”

“Yeah, gave us quite the shock.”

“That’s not even half of what I can do… if I could do it.”

“So you’re a badass fighter, with no powers right now and currently no way to get home,” Tony said as he took a sip of the whiskey he had been slowly nursing since you tumbled into the living room. “Would you like to join the Avengers? Well, our Earth’s Avengers.”

“What?”

“Well you seem like you already do this whole superhero thing and we can’t exactly let you leave here until we have everything figured out. Not that we don’t believe you but can never be too cautious, kid.”

“So join your Avengers or be a prisoner till you vet me?”

Tony shrugged. You looked down at Goose in your lap, the cat giving no response but a yawn.

“Okay, I guess we’re in.”

“Great. I think we can call it a night. F.R.I.D.A.Y.!”

“Yes, Mr. Stark?” the robotic voice rang throughout the compound.

“Spare room in the compound?”

“The only fully done spare room would be on the floor with Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes.”

“You don’t mind sharing a floor with the old men?”

“I don’t think so… you don’t snore, right?”

Sam laughed while Steve and Bucky just shook their heads.

“Okay. Capsicle, Buckaroo. Show the lady to your floor. We’ll continue all this when we’re all less drunk. Maybe the little lady can show us her powers, huh?”

Everyone started heading out one by one. Nick Fury said goodbye to you from a distance, refusing to step near the cat. You followed Steve and Bucky into the elevators. Despite the elevator being big, you and Goose felt relatively squished sandwiched between the two super soldiers. When you exited the elevators, you understood why there weren’t many people rooming on a single floor. After Bucky opened the door to your room, it might as well have been a mini apartment— minus a kitchen.

“This is huge.” You let Goose drop from your arms and she walked around before jumping gently onto the bed.

“Tony’s money,” Steve said. “So, F.R.I.D.A.Y. should give you a wake-up call. We usually meet in the kitchen before doing our own thing.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s the A.I.?”

“Yeah. Also, Tony.”

You hummed in understanding. “I don’t suppose the closet has a change of clothes? Or do I just have to sleep in my fighting clothes?”

Bucky looked at you confused. “You fight in jean shorts? Doesn’t that leave you a bit exposed?”

“Hmm? HYDRA agents only hit me badly a couple times, I heal up pretty fine. Never really thought about what I fight in.”

“Well, you should reconsider.”

“How are you and my James so much alike? Huh, parallel bodies have the same condescending brain.”

Bucky said nothing, but you could see the corner of his mouth go up just a bit. Steve bit back a laugh. Bucky left and returned with a sweater and sweatpants. He handed them to you.

“How’d you know I listen to AC/DC?” You asked as you looked at the logo on the sweatpants.

“I didn’t… you just seemed like the type. I guess maybe I do know you or some things about you.”

“Well, thank you, Bu— James.”

“You can call me Bucky.”

“Are you sure?”

“You called him that, didn’t you? It’s fine with me.”

“Okay. Thanks. Goodnight, Bucky, Steve.”

The two said their goodnights to you and you closed your door. You looked around your new temporary residence.

“Um, F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

“Yes, Miss (Y/L/N)?”

“How do I work the shower?”

(Part 2)...

[mediocre-writerr]

we’ll be alright [natasha romanoff]

natasha romanoff x fem!reader

requested by anon: CAN WE PLEASE HAVE THE AFTER MATH OF IT’LL BE OKAY I NEED THE ANGST

requested by @gladiatorwarriorpops​: Hey, could you do a part to of 'it'll be okay' with like natasha telling yelena the r sacrificed themself and yelena being like "oh shit! They kept their promise!" And yelena visiting their grave and saying thank you?

a/n: okay, so i got this request and ideas popped into my head. but i promise you i will finish up my fluff nat fic because she deserves all the fluff after the endless amounts of pain i put her through in my fics, but here you are! i hope you enjoy this pretty long fic!

pt.1

*not my gif*

Wanda sat on the edge of her bed in the compound, a picture frame in her hand. She smiled at it softly, it was you and her at this random breakfast spot. It was one of those days where there were no missions, no aliens, no HYDRA agents. One of those days where you could just pretend to be normal. 

She took in the photo once more. Your arm was wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her closer to your side. The two of you were looking at each other, doubling over from laughing too hard. The red head ran her thumb over your smiling face, a small sigh escaping her lips. 

Everyone feared her after Ultron, but you saw her for who she really was. She was struggling. She lost her parents and her brother. She had no one and all she wanted to do was fight for the greater good. 

 You two were inseparable. She became your best friend, your sister, your platonic soulmate, your twin flame...whatever you wanted to call it. 

People keep asking: “how are you feeling?” “What are you feeling?” But what can you say about your best friend who died when you got blipped and sacrificed herself to bring you back? 

“Y/N. Y/N, c’mon get up. Please.” You heard a voice plead as they shook your body gently. Finally, coming to your senses, you opened your eyes to see your beautiful fiance staring back at you. A relieved sigh, escaping her lips. 

You put your head in your hands before hissing at the stinging of the wound right above your eyebrow. The last thing you remember before falling unconscious was Thanos catching your webs and throwing you into a tree.

“Detka, be careful please. You were just unconscious please-” Natasha tried reasoning with you. 

And you were going to listen, but you felt your spidey tingle start to go off. Something was happening, but you didn’t know what or where. You shot up from your spot in the ground, trying to let your senses guide you to where you needed to be, but it was going haywire.

“Love, what’s going on? What are you feeling?” Nat’s voice was like an echo, even though she was right there. You let out a quick sigh of relief, knowing that nothing bad was happening to her.

As soon as you ran into Wanda, your spidey senses were even louder than before. You immediately crouched down in front of her, cupping her face in your hands to make sure she was okay, “What’s wrong? Something’s wrong.” You told her.

“There’s this numbing feeling in my chest and it’s starting to spread through my entire body. I think, I think I need Bruce to check me out. Thanos must have done something to me, while I was protecting Vision.” She rambled on and on. Her heart rate was there, but it was growing more distant as time went on. 

“Hey, you’re fine. You’re okay, nothing’s wrong.” Just as those words left your mouth, you noticed her body slowly start to fade away and you could tell she felt it too.

“Y/N, what’s going on??” She asked you, frantically, “What’s happening? Please don’t leave me.” 

You tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill at the sight of your best friend, literally slipping away from your fingers, “Shh shh, it’s okay. I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. I’m not leaving you alone.” You wrapped your arms around her fading figure, “I promise, I’m going to bring you back.” 

And just like every promise you made to Wanda, you meant it. Except, you lied about one thing. You left her all alone. 

That wasn’t your fault though. What choice did you have? You got handed the short end of the stick. Either you die or the love of your life dies. 

Maybe it didn’t have to end like that though. Maybe if she didn’t get blipped it wouldn’t have happened. 

You’d still be here and she wouldn’t be all alone...right? 

At her mere thoughts, Wanda took a sip out of her flask. It always helped push away those thoughts. The Sokovian heard the lock to her bathroom turn and she quickly hid the picture frame and flask under her pillow. She used to keep the frame out 24/7, but ever since Nat had been taking residence in Wanda’s room the last month, she hides it, too scared to find out how she’d react to the photo.

Natasha came walking out, the same somber look on her face since the moment she got back from Vormir. This was the first time she’s showered willingly since you died. Honestly, this was the first time she was actually dressed up and presentable to even leave the room. 

The drive up to Tony and Pepper’s cabin was quiet. Even stopping to pick up Yelena, the three girls who were usually talkative when together, were now silent. 

“Natasha, where’s Natasha?” Yelena bursted through the compound. 

The blonde was trying to save all the brainwashed Widows that she could, when suddenly she disappears for two seconds. Only to find out that it had been five years.

Yelena was impatient as it is, but that three hour drive to the Avengers Compound was one of the hardest things she’s ever had to do. 

The amount of people she almost ran over, the red lights that she sped through, was too many to count. All she knew was that she needed to get to her sister. 

“Yelena! You’re okay!” Clint greeted the girl. 

But the blonde paid no attention to him, her head frantically searching for the person she needed to see the most, “Is Natasha okay? Where is she?” 

“She’s not okay,” Clint told her, “I mean she’s alive and she’s well, but something happened and I think she needs her sister right now.” 

The archer led his best friend’s younger sister to you and Natasha’s shared room. Broken frames and ripped pieces of clothing were scattered all over the floor and there was a hole in the hall that replaced Nat’s favorite picture of you and her. 

The ex-assassin was sitting on the floor, staring blankly at the hole that was currently in the wall. Yelena approached her cautiously, sitting on the floor next to her, “What did the wall do to you?” 

Yelena was expecting some sort of laugh or a quirk of the lips, but Natasha’s emerald eyes were locked on the wall in front of her, “Natasha, what happened?” The blonde approached again, but this time in a more sincere tone.

There was silence once more. The silence between the two sisters was usually comfortable. But this time, it was far from that. 

“If you don’t start talking, I’m going to grab Y/N.” Yelena threatened. 

And just by the sound of your name Nat finally looked at her sister. The look on her older’s sisters face said it all. The agony in her eyes was now visible. Her heart that pumped for you and for you only had now stopped. 

Silence has never been so loud. 

“Oh.” 

From that moment on, Yelena put Natasha above herself. Every chance she got, whatever Nat needed, the blonde would be right by her side. But in doing that, she never got to process your death. 

This isn’t real, Yelena thought. She’s not going to your funeral right now. She’s just going to Tony’s and when they reach his cabin, you’re going to be there. This is just a prank that you’re pulling on her. You always used to pull pranks on the girl and this one was just the biggest of them all.

That’s it. That’s the real reason why you weren’t here. 

It’s just some sick joke you’re playing. 

While everyone was trying to make small talk before the ceremony, Wanda headed towards the cellar, where all the alcohol was stored. She took a long hard look at all of the bottles. They were practically screaming her name, begging for her to drink them. 

One bottle wouldn’t hurt, right? 

She unscrewed a bottle of bourbon and just as she was about to pour it, a voice called out to her, “You really think that’s a good idea?” 

She sighed, placing the bottle back down on the counter. The Sokovian took one look at the blonde man in front of her, “It’s only one shot, Steve.” 

“Then one turns to two, two turns to three, three turns to four, four turns to-” He was about to continue when Wanda cut him off.

“I get it, okay? But one shot is not a big deal,” She tried to reason, “And on a day like today, I need all the alcohol I can get.” 

Steve let out a frustrated sigh, “Just like how every night that you’re not taking care of Natasha you’re getting blacked out?” His blue eyes were staring daggers into the younger Avenger, “Look, I get needing something for the first few days, but it’s been a month. Wanda, we all know what you’re going through. We’re feeling it too.” 

She shook her head, “No, you’re not feeling what I am feeling! No one understands!” 

“Really? Not even Natasha?!” He asked her, “So go on, tell me! Since no one seems to understand, tell me!” 

“She promised she’d never leave me alone!” She screamed at him, throwing the bottle of bourbon at the wall. The glass shattering into a million pieces, just like the witch’s heart. 

“Come here.” Steve gestured to the spot on the floor where had chosen to reside in. 

Wanda sat down next to him, trying to calm her breathing down, but she just couldn’t hold onto it anymore. A sob escaped her lips as she hung her head down and more sobs continued to follow.

“I can’t take it,” She murmured. Steve wrapped his strong arms around her, pulling her closer to him. He rubbed her back softly, trying to console her as best as he could.

“Y/N was the only person who reminded me everyday of who I really am. I wasn’t this monster who hurts people. I’m just someone who’s trying to do the right thing. But how am I supposed to remember that without her being here to remind me?” 

“It’s just something you gotta do on your own now, Kid. It’s not the same as when she was alive, I know, but you need to remember how she saw you,” Captain’s voice started becoming more and more choked up as he kept talking, “She always saw the best in you, so be the best version of you for her. If you listen close enough, her voice is still in your head and it will always be there.”

Wanda silently sobbed at his words. The tears were falling and falling and it seemed like they would never stop. 

Upstairs, Peter was sitting on the couch with Aunt May by his side. He didn’t say anything to anyone. Well, he hasn’t said anything for the last month. 

“Peter, sweetie, do you need anything?” Aunt May asked and he just shook his head, giving her a tight-lipped smile.

Sure, everyone lost two people that day, but Peter...he lost so much more than that. He lost a father figure. He lost a mother figure. He lost his mentors. He lost everything that made him into the hero he is today. 

“Now that we’re all here, I’d like to thank you all for coming today,” Happy’s voice spoke up through the small crowd of people, “Before we start the actual ceremony, Rhodey and I found a video in FRIDAY to play for you guys.” 

Tony’s hologram appeared in the living room, “So I thought I better record a greeting, in the case of an untimely death, on my part. I mean, not that death at any time isn’t untimely. This time travel thing we’re gonna try and pull of tomorrow, it’s got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. Then again, that’s the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end. What am I even tripping for? Everything’s gonna work out exactly the way it’s supposed to.” 

“Tony, what the hell are you doing?” Your voice echoed from off the hologram, “Are you vlogging? I didn’t think you knew what that was!” 

Natasha’s breath hitched as you came into view of the hologram. You were wearing one of her t-shirt’s that was a little too big and sweatpants, “I know what vlogging is, I am not Cap!” Tony argued and there was a dry chuckle that swept over the Avengers.

Steve rolled his eyes playfully, his ice blue eyes bordering with tears, “So, what are you doing then?” You asked him, sitting down next to him.

Tony pointed at his suit helmet, “I’m filming a video, just in case I...ya know.” He dropped his head to to the side and stuck out his tongue. 

Your teasing smile dropped as you looked at him with serious eyes, “We’ll be alright, you know that, right?” You told him, but you were trying to convince yourself more than him, “We’re the Avengers. We’re going to bring them back: Wanda, Peter, Pepper, all of them. We’ll be fine, right?” 

“We’ll be just fine, Kiddo.” He put his hand on your shoulder and squeezed it softly, but by the look in his eyes you knew he had no clue. Everyone in the room had tears in their eyes, some already falling onto their cheeks. “Do you have anything you want to say before we sign off?”

“No, I don’t because I know it’ll be okay. When Nat and I finally have our wedding, I promise I’ll get sappy on all of you then. But for right now, I’m saving it until I see you all again.” You told the camera with a confident smile on your face. 

Tony looked at the time on his watch, “Kid, what are you doing up anyway?” 

“Oh, Nat’s not feeling well. She woke up and ran to the bathroom to throw up,” The ex-assassin’s heart dropped to her stomach at those words, “I’m making her toast right now.” 

“Is that what’s burning?” He asked and you sniffed the air, turning towards the kitchen, but you just brushed it off, “She like it extra toasty, so it’ll be okay!”

“Why is there black smoke in the kitchen?!” Clint’s voice came through the hologram. 

That’s when you shot up from your seat and sprinted towards the kitchen. Tony just shook his head disappointedly at the camera, “I don’t know how you deal with that Romanoff, but I get why you love her.”

The holograms faded away and everyone sat there in a heavy silence. Until Yelena let out a roar of laughter, “Alright Y/N, come on out now! The joke is going a little too far.” 

“Yelena, what are you talking about?” Wanda asked her, nudging her shoulder.

“This is obviously a prank, you know how she is. She loves to prank us. She’s a jokester! This is all one big joke, come on Y/N. Where are you hiding? I’m an assassin, you know. I could find you in two seconds.” She stood up from her chair and searched the room.

“No this isn’t-” Bruce’s voice filled the air before she cut him off.

“Seriously guys, where is she? Haha, we’re all laughing! It was a good prank, now come on out Y/N!” There was an eerie silence that no one dared to fill as the girl’s voice started growing more frantic, “Y/N! Y/N! This isn’t funny, please!” 

“She’s dead, Yelena!” Natasha screamed, shocking everyone, “She is dead! Gone! We’re about to bury her empty casket! So please stop giving me the slightest bit of hope that she’ll actually come back because I know she’s not!” 

The younger Black Widow looked at everyone, shaking her head slightly, “No.” She muttered, but all it took was one look at Clint who gave her the slightest nod to start breaking down. 

A small cry escaped the blonde’s lips. She covered her mouth as tears threatened to fall out of her eyes, but she couldn’t let anyone see her break. Natasha removed her eyes from her sister and looked at her hands in her laps, fiddling with her fingers while trying to ignore the sobs that came. 

Peter and Clint all stood up from their seats to try and console the Widow, but she ran out of the house. Without another word, Peter followed her, using his spidey senses to navigate where she went. He found her not too far from the cabin, sitting on the edge of the dock. 

“Are you okay?” Peter whispered, his own voice even shocking him. He forgot what he sounded like for a second.

“That’s a dumb question, Little Spider.” Yelena sniffled and Peter’s lips quirked up into a small smile at nickname. There was a comfortable silence between the two until she finally spoke up again, “She’s really gone?” 

“Yeah. She really is.” 

A shaky breath left Yelena’s mouth before she spoke, “She was a much better person than I am. Even though she was tortured and became a science experiment, not once did she use her powers for evil. She didn’t go around assassinating people. She was just...good.” 

“Y/N loved you like a little sister. It wasn’t even because you’re Ms. Romanoff’s little sister. She would’ve loved you either way,” He told her, “I made mistakes when I became Spider-Man. A lot of people could’ve gotten hurt on a mission and I was angry and frustrated that Mr. Stark was treating me like a little kid that I didn’t care.”

There was a small pause as he sniffled, “And despite screwing everything up, she didn’t care. She still saw the good and the potential in me, even when no one else did.” 

“Is everyone okay?” Peter asked. 

You were sitting on the edge of a building, watching as Tony started scolding your young protege. Even though there are better ways to approach this, you couldn’t really step in. It was Tony’s suit that he hacked. 

“No thanks to you.” 

Peter looked at him with an incredulous look on his face as he hopped down onto the platform, “No thanks to me? Those weapons are out there and I tried to tell you about it, but you didn’t listen. None of this would’ve happened if you would’ve just listened to me!”

You put your hand on Peter’s chest, pushing him back slightly, “Hey, that’s enough. Calm down.” You warned him, but he pushed past you.

“If you actually cared, you would be here right now!” 

Tony’s suit opened up as he stood in front of you and Peter. You left out a soft sigh, knowing that the young boy had disobeyed Tony’s commands one too many times. 

“This isn’t working out. Give me the suit back.” Tony demanded and that’s when you shot your head up. 

“For how long?” Peter’s voice asked laced with worry and disbelief.

“Forever.” 

You took off your mask and stood in front of your student, “Tony, c’mon. He made a mistake, is that really necessary?” You asked him, before bringing your voice down to a whisper, “He has so much potential, don’t let that go to waste.” 

Your mentor shook his head, “It is necessary! People almost died! He could’ve died! And you know what? Maybe that’s not gonna be on me if he died, that would’ve been on you! I trusted you to be his mentor and now he’s going out disobeying not just you, but me! Do I have to question your abilities now?” 

“No, sir.” You whispered, clenching your jaw to stop from going off on him.

When Tony left with the suit, you continued to sit there in silence with Peter. When finally, he turned to you with red eyes, “I’m sorry. I should’ve just listened. Then I wouldn’t have failed you or disappointed you.”

“No. I’m sorry, Parker. I should’ve been a better mentor to you. You didn’t fail me, I failed you. Is what you did wrong? Yes, you should’ve talked to me. I could’ve helped you. You don’t have to lie to me.” You told him.

“I know.” He whispered. 

“I can show you all these cool tricks and fighting moves, but the best thing I can teach you is to just be better. Be better than me. Be better than Tony. Tony and I used to fight battles just to fight, but you need to fight with meaning. Pick the battles that you are passionate about, the battles that you believe in despite what everyone else says. You’re more than just a fancy suit, Parker. You are the future of the Avengers.” You tried to comfort him the best you could. 

“But I’m not an Avenger anymore.” He muttered, looking back down at his lap. 

You scoffed, “When we stop this guy, you will be.” 

His eyes perked up at your statement, “Wait what?” 

“You think this fight is worth it?” You asked and he just nodded, “Then we’ll stop him. Remember where you started, you’re more than just a fancy suit.” 

Peter smiled widely, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He crashed into you, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You laughed softly, hugging him back even tighter. 

“I know you’ll make me proud.” 

“Despite everything you’ve done Yelena, she still loves you.” He whispered to the girl with tears in his eyes, “The only thing you can do is just be better than her, that’s what she would’ve wanted.” 

“I just don’t know how that’s possible.” She whispered, staring out at the water.

“I don’t know how either, but one day we’ll figure it out. We just got to take it one step at a time. We’re the future, now.” 

“No pressure, right?” Yelena teased, chuckling to herself.

Peter let out a chuckle himself, “Right. We’ve got some big shoes to fill, but they wouldn’t have made us Avengers if they didn’t think we could do it.” The two shared a smile,  “Now c’mon, let’s head back.” 

Natasha and the rest of the Avengers stood around the dug up ground. Wanda and Yelena’s hand were intertwined with Nat’s the entire time. The red head had a strong front, but it didn’t take a rocket science to know that she was breaking.

“Nat. Natty. Love. Lovey. Baby.” You called out to her in a sing song voice. She was sitting on your shared bed mesmerized by the book she reading. It normally didn’t bother you, but the book was getting so much more attention than you were. 

You huffed in frustration, placing your head in her lap. When you would normally do that, she’d start playing with your hair or something. But she just continued reading. 

“If I die, bury me in the ground, so if you get sad or feel alone, just know that I still lie underneath the same stars. Plus, it’ll be cute for picnic dates because you know that I love a good picnic. And I’ll be one with my people! The spiders!” You told her, out of nowhere.

That seemed to grab her attention, “You’re a dork, did you know that?” 

“But I’m your dork and I finally got your attention haha!” You poked her nose, softly and she just rolled her eyes playfully.

“Out of all the things you could say, you went with dying, really?” She asked you. 

You shrugged, shooting up from your spot in her lap, “I don’t know! It was either that or I just stripped in front of you right now!” You tried to explain your reasoning.

Nat raised her eyebrows at your suggestion. She put the book down and grabbed your waist, pulling you onto her lap. Her lips ghosted over yours and you didn’t know it was possible for your heart to beat so fast, “I would’ve much rather prefer the latter.” 

As she watched them lower your casket into the ground, the wall that she built so high to stay strong was quickly crumbling from underneath her. Natasha let out a shaky breath to try and contain it. 

“Can you promise me something?” Nat whispered to you. 

Your back was against her front and you just held her tightly. This was one of the time where she was the most vulnerable, being held in her arms just made her feel like she was invincible. Nothing could hurt her if you were just right here.

“Anything, my love.” 

“Promise that you’ll raise our kids to be like you. I’m just going to fuck them up.” She muttered, “Everything I did, all the people I hurt...I don’t want them to end up like me.” 

You sat your head up on your elbow before guiding your fiance to look at you. Finally, you were met with her piercing green eyes, “I hope they end up like you. Natasha, you’re strong and resilient and you never give up on the people you love ever. Our kids will be lucky to have a mom like you.” 

The emotions. They were all starting to get a little too much, “No.” Natasha whispered to no one in particular.

“What?” Yelena asked, “Natasha, are you okay?”

Natasha pinched herself over and over again. C’mon, this is just a dream. She’s not dead. I’m not going to look over this cliff and see her lifeless body. She didn’t leave me.

The Black Widow finally gained enough courage to peek over the edge of the cliff. She let out a heart wrenching scream at the sight of you, “No! Y/N! Come back, please! Please!” 

An orange stone magically appeared in her hands. All of this for a fucking stone. She fought every urge in her body to not throw it off the cliff. To not destroy it into a million pieces. Because then it would’ve meant nothing and you were always everything to her.

The red head threw her hand over her mouth as a sob escaped her lips. Her whole body started shaking with sobs. Yelena wrapped her arms around her sister to try and console her, but it was no use. 

The casket disappeared from view and Nat couldn’t take it anymore. It was all too much. She shook her head, mumbling once more, “No.” 

She looked around the grassy area, trying to find you somewhere in the comfort. Trying to find the ghost of you, but you weren’t there. Her comfort. Her home. Her hope. You weren’t there.

The ex-assassin let out an exasperated breath, suddenly feeling like all the oxygen was slowly leaving her body. She started to gasp for breath as she fell onto her knees. 

Everyone just stood around and watched. There was nothing else they could do. They couldn’t bring you back. Natasha let out a groan in agony and Clint just closed his eyes, trying to block out the noises of his best friend in pain. 

Yelena stood back, putting her hand up against her mouth at the sigh of the strongest person she knew breaking down. The tears that she was trying to hold back was falling freely. 

Nat continued to sob, grasping for air, grasping for you to hold onto. She let out another painful groan which caused Steve to physically wince. No one should ever hear that in their life. Even Thor was struggling to keep the tears in. 

Everyone gathered in a line to toss flowers on top of your casket. Wanda held Nat as she tried to calm down. The duo watched as everyone tossed a flower in. 

Steve kissed his flower softly before throwing it into your casket, “Until we meet again.” He whispered. 

“Thank you for protecting my sister. I promise I’ll protect her, just like you did. You have my word.” The younger Black Widow looked down at your casket, letting out a deep shaky breath, before throwing the flower in.

Your protege stood tall, trying his best to fight back the tears. He shot a web out of his wrist, a thing the two of you would do every time you’d leave each other. A quick web on the back or you’d web his butt just to annoy him. 

“Thank you for everything. I’ll make you proud.” He whispered. 

Wanda slowly made her way up to the casket, after Yelena took over where she once was, “You’re an ass for leaving me.” She muttered to your casket, “But I know you’re never actually gone. I’ll take care of everything down here, you say hi to Pietro for me and save me a spot up there.” 

Lastly, it was Natasha’s turn. Yelena and Clint were at her side, their arms linked with hers. Even though her sobbing was calmed down, the tears still fell. 

“I love you Y/N. I will always love you. We’ll be okay.” 

Natasha stood by the shore of the lake. The cool water pooling at her feet as she stared out at the sun that was beginning to set.

“How long?” Wanda’s voice filled her ears, breaking her from her trace. 

“2 months,” The Black Widow responded, her hand resting on her stomach, “We didn’t think it would work. We had no idea. When everyone was blipped, we realized that life was too short to not try to start our family. Bruce used his big brain to create an artificial uterus that would function properly. We tried a few times and it didn’t work until the very last time.” 

The Sokovian looked at her with sad eyes, “You never told her?” 

Natasha shook her head, tears finally threatening to spill, “I was going to tell her before we went to Vormir, but I never got the chance to and-“ Her voice cracked, “I just knew that if I told her on Vormir, it would make her want to sacrifice herself even more because now she wasn’t just protecting me, but she was protecting our baby.” 

“She did what she thought was right. Maybe a part of her knew. You know, her spidey tingle and all that...” Wanda said, trying to make her feel better, “She always knew when you started to feel sick, so maybe she already knew.” 

Natasha was sleeping peacefully by your side. Your hands were running through her hair and small snores escaped her beautiful face. The sound of her heartbeat was slowly lulling you to sleep. 

It was one of the only things that could get you to sleep. Just as you were about to drift off into dreamland, you heard a second heartbeat. It was faint, but you heard it. You looked around the room trying to find out where it was coming from.

You leaned forward, closer to Nat, noticing how the heartbeat grew louder the closer you got. Silently, you put your head against her stomach. The heartbeat was thumping in your ear now, louder than ever. 

A wide smile formed onto your face, tears of joy starting to fall onto your face, “Hey, little spider. I can’t wait to meet you.” 

“You were right.” Natasha stated.

Wanda tilted her head, “Right about what?” 

“I was going to be the death of her.” She stated, her voice choking up.

“No, no you weren’t. You brought the life into her. She was just living just to live before she met you, Nat. And now? She’s gone, yes, but she found something to die for.” Wanda told her, “I know you’re thinking of leaving and never coming back. I saw your packed bag in my room, but she’d want you to stay. Stay with your family, live for her now and for your child, but the choice is yours.” 

Wanda left the woman alone with her thoughts. The sunset and a beautiful purple hue started to fill the sky. Natasha let out a soft cry, a smile appearing on her face at the sight.

Purple was always her favorite color.

[graciegoeskrazy]

Irreplaceable

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Teen!Daughter!Reader

Word count: 726

Warnings: dead mom, bad grammar

A/N: Idk how a feel about the ending so don't be surprised if I edit the whole entire thing. Also, did you know TFATWS takes place only 7 MONTHS AFTER ENDGAME?!?! that cant be right. anyways, I saw The Adam Project awhile ago so this is inspired by the scene where Adam’s mother is about to go on a date only after a year since his dad died. I hope you enjoy! PLEASE DO NOT REPOST!

Divider: @firefly-graphics​

Your dad didn’t notice you walking into the kitchen. “Good morning.” You said, finally grabbing his attention. “Hey sweetie. How’d you sleep?”

“Fine, I guess. When did you get back?”

“Uh, not until 11-ish. What do you want for Breakfast?”

“Uh, cereal?”

“Coming right up.”

“Thanks.”

You could tell he was acting differently. He was nervous, but tried to play it cool, but it just made him seem more nervous. He tried not to admit it, but he went on a date last night. It doesn’t seem like it should be a big deal, but it was his first time since your mother had died. It had barely been a year and a half since she passed and your dad was already on his way to find someone new.

“Don’t answer the door, call me if you need anything, no…housepartys or anything.” Your dad said while walking around the apartment locking everything up to make sure you were safe. “I’ll try not to.” You said. Your dad looked at you and smiled at your joke while pulling you into one last hug. “Where are you going anyway?” You asked. “Izzy.” Your dad said continuing to pace around, making sure everything was safe for you. “With Yori? What's he doing up at 9:00 at night?”

“No, with uh….the girl from the bar?”

Oh shit. “You’re going on a date?!” He quickly turned around to object. “No. No. No. Not a date just as friends, y/n.” You raised your eyebrow and he realized what was happening. “Oh shit, I'm going on a date.” You scoffed and went to turn on the TV to begin your quiet night of having the place to yourself. “Doll, I'm so sorry. Let's talk about this.”

“Dad, it’s fine. It's not a big deal. Go have fun.”

“It is a big deal.”

“It's one date dad.”

He looked at you, took a breath, and smiled. “Gosh you're so wonderful.” He laid a kiss to your head and started to head out. “This conversation isn't over. I love you.

“Love you more.”

He smiled and shut the door.

Truth be told, It made you really sad. You knew that you both needed to move on sooner or later, but your mom and dad were the definition of perfect. They met when they were 2 and spent a literal century together. (Even though a good amount of that century was spent in ice.) They were inseparable, and fell in love and had you. It wasn't the most appropriate of circumstances being that there was HYDRA and all, but they both loved you so much. Your mother died unexpectedly during a mission. You and your father both missed her so much.

He handed you the bowl of cereal. “So…uh. What did you do last night?” He said. You just wanted to rip the bandage off. “Just ask me, Dad.” you said dropping the spoon. “I'd rather we’d just talk without making it awkward.” He sighed and put his chin on his hands over the counter. “How do you feel about it?” You shrugged and got back to picking at your food. “I don’t know. It makes me kinda sad I guess. But it was one date I don't really mind.” He took a pause before speaking. “Y/N, if they make you uncomfortable, I won't date them.” Here we go.

“But it's not about the person. I’ve barely met her dad.” You didn’t want to have this conversation, but it was important. You wanted to make it as light as possible. A fight with your father is not what you needed today. “Look at me.” He grabbed your hand. “I don’t want you to think that whoever I might be with one day, will be your mother. No one will ever replace her Y/N.” You took your hand away and looked back down. “But you’re replacing her.” He walked over to you and pulled you into a hug which you gladly accepted. “She’s Irreplaceable. Other people can only make us feel better, but no one can fill her spot. She was something special. The most special person in the world. And you,” He pulled away and wiped your face. “You are exactly like her. And no one can replace you either.” You smiled, “I love you.” You said. “I love you most.”

[lovelybarnes]

baby blue- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, tony stark bruce banner, steve rogers, sam wilson warnings: child bucky, language, this is long. why is this so long about: requested by @cherry-season (apparently can't tag you)! bucky turns into a baby/toddler and is clingy a/n: okay so i know virtually nothing about three-year-olds. can you tell? thank you so much for requesting!! I had so much fun writing this <333

[@tylard-blog1]

bucky’s day wasn’t particularly fantastic to begin with.

he was already exhausted when he woke up in the early lights of the morning, his nightmares had kept him up all night-- which you theorized was due to the mission the day before that took place in one of the same hydra bases bucky had been held in. you had frowned when you realized it the day of, turning your attention to bucky and making sure he was okay with it because if he wasn’t, you would make sure someone else took care of it. he had insisted it was fine, even though the next night proved him wrong. you had done what you could, running your fingers through his hair and humming lightly until you fell asleep and he refused to wake you up, resigning himself to a sleepless night.

his morning started with his flesh arm reaching out to feel your side of the bed, hoping to find your soft, warm skin to pull you closer, but instead being met with the unkind sheets that missed the gentleness of your body. he had frowned when he realized you had already left for a meeting with some important hotshot in space with carol (you couldn’t find a better excuse to go get breakfast at your favorite alien restaurant with your favorite aliens) and wouldn’t be back for a solid few hours too long. groaning, and with no real reason to stay in bed for any longer without the excuse of getting to feel you for a few more hours, he dragged himself out of bed.

it didn’t get much better from there, because he was greeted with the sight of sam eating the last bowl of the last box of cereal in the whole damn tower because everyone rejected to go grocery shopping. since bucky refused to eat any of the frozen breakfasts tony loved so much and the stark kid swore were “the best thing ever,” he grunted at sam and walked away without eating, knowing he’d regret it later when his stomach would growl and you would immediately know he skipped breakfast.

for some unknown reason, tony had found out about bucky’s lack of things to do, and with a few winks and manipulative large-worded engineering phrases, convinced him to join him in the lab, which bucky had only really been able to see through the clear glass that separated the lab from the rest of the tower, and from the occasions where he would take food and drinks to you while you locked yourself away inside, building something alongside tony.

being inside, so close to the various machines and objects bucky cant begin to figure out the purpose of, his memories of being in school and at the top of his math and engineering classes bubble to the surface, filling him with the pride he remembers having every day at school. the thought that he could probably understand everything if you or tony explained it to him passes through his mind and urges him to ask tony to do just that, but tony beats him before he can get the chance.

bruce is eyeing them wearily from the other side of the lab, attention mostly on the test tubes in front of him. he gives bucky a smile when he comes in, but seems to ignore him for the most part until tony shows bucky to bruce’s work station, pointing out a blue liquid in a test tube marked TESTING. bruce’s neck snaps to them when tony open his big mouth, “you know, y/n was actually supposed to test something out for me today,” tony begins innocently, a suggestion laced in his words that bucky catches but decides to ignore because of the high he feels from understanding the equations scribbled on the clear glass, “do you know where she is?”

bucky narrows his eyes at him, then looks up at the clock, realizing it’s still a while before you get back, “not even on earth,” he recipes blandly, slyly sneaking a glance at the liquid for any indications of what it could be.

tony sighs dramatically, his shoulders sagging, “oh no, how do i test this now?” bruce shoots tony a warning glance that is blatantly ignored.

bucky’s shrugging before he can help it, the reminder that since you were going to do it, what could be the harm if he did? “i could do it.”

tony claps, “great!” he gestures to a door behind him, “please go in there to sign non-disclosure agreements and wash your hands.”

bucky’s shoved inside before he can fully understand the implications of his stupid offer.

-

the thought of asking the basic questions he should have asked before he agreed to test an unidentified liquid comes to bucky nearly an hour later, when the small vial of weird blue liquid sits in front of him, waiting to be drunk. tony and bruce sit in chairs a couple of feet away, clipboards in both of their hands, and interested expressions settled on their features.

“what does this do again?” he asks, squinting at the vial that he doesn’t notice tony isn’t looking at, furrowing his eyebrows when tony waves him off, “something super smart. no side effects or anything.” bucky’s eyes flit down to the little vial again, before they nearly bug out of his head at the humongous laser that is rolled into the room, “what the hell is that.”

“ah,” tony grins, bouncing from his seat to stand next to his invention proudly, “this is what you’re testing out.” bucky cocks his head at the man, “i thought i was drinking blue water. y/n was going to drink blue water.” tony shakes his head, adjusting some dials on the machine, “yeah, no, it was this. pretty sure i told you.”

“you didn’t-” bruce is looking at tony in concern, about to tell him to slow down so bucky has a chance to think all this through again and maybe ask if there is any chance the laser will melt him, when tony clicks a large red button and a bright white light clouds bucky’s vision just as he sees the clock on the exact same time he saw an hour ago, realizing the clock in the billion-dollar lab is broken, and you’re probably getting home any second.

“tony!” he hears bruce yell before his vision goes dark.

it’s only a second until he can pry open his eyes again, a hand curling into a fist, ready to pound stark into tomorrow when he can suddenly feel the nails of his hand digging into his palm. the surprising feeling of it where his vibranium arm should be forces him to look down at a small arm, fully skin and thin. he looks around, noticing his surroundings suddenly have grown very large around him, and the sound of his voice is higher when he tries to speak again.

“what the f-” he mumbles, cutting himself off when a sudden memory of his ma yelling at him to wash his mouth out if he wants to talk like that floods his mind, and he stares down at himself, eyebrows furrowing when he spots his short stature and the tiny hands and feet that look up at him. realization floods him like a wave, raising his chin at the two, tall, gobsmacked men in front of. “was that supposed to happen?” bruce asks quietly, nodding slowly when tony shakes his head, “no.”

there’s a light knock at the door, your hand pushing it open before anyone can stop you, and your tired face peeks in, a glowing smiling adorning your face and your eyes searching for your boyfriend, “hey, do you guys know where bucky is-” your voice cuts through the stunned silence, pausing when you catch the little boy’s eye. at first, you stare at him, your eyebrows pulling together as you get a good look at the familiar cerulean of his eyes and scan the clothing you’d seen on bucky before. for a second, everything is silent, bucky’s eyes are wide and staring as yours bore into them, searching for something you’re nearly touching until you gasp, “bucky?” you choke, reaching for him when he nods, his legs already trying to reach you as fast as they possibly can but they buckle. bucky realizes just then how old he must be now. “oh, baby,” you murmur, gathering him up in your arms before he can fall to the hard ground of the lab. “what the hell did you idiots do to my boyfriend?” you demand, turning to the two scientists who are going over tony’s notes.

bruce glances at tony, tilting his head at him as if to say him. you roll your eyes, not having any more information than when you asked, “tony?” you growl, walking over to the man, not missing the way little bucky’s hand grabs onto your shirt.

“it didn’t- that wasn’t supposed to happen,” tony defends weakly, a lazy shrug pulling at his shoulders. your eyes flash with velvet red, and, without moving a finger, tony’s pulled in front of you, wrapped in red swirls bucky can’t help but gawk at.

“fix it.” you order. tony nods, pursing his lips, “we’ll do that.” bruce looks a little taken aback, looking up from tony’s scribbles and equations. “i don’t think it’ll last more than a day,” he offers helpfully, “whatever it was tony was trying to do wasn’t either.”

bucky’s eyes start to droop, which he assumes is an effect of the sleepless night he just had on his infant body, something that usually wouldn’t affect him in his one-hundred-and-six-year-old self. he hums when he realizes the irony, leaning his head against the welcoming crook of your neck and catching your attention. you turn to him for a moment, softening a little before turning back to tony and glaring at him, “fix it.”

-

steve catches you when you walk out of the lab, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head when he spots the toddler in your arms, “holy shit, that looks exactly like bucky,” he breathes, scanning the dark mussed-up hair and stepping back when bucky opens his eyes. from next to him, sam looks from bucky to you, “did you two have a kid and not tell anyone, because this-”

“is bucky. that’s bucky.” you interrupt, looking at the toddler, “tony messed up with something and… this happened, i don’t completely… bucky’s a baby.”

steve raises an eyebrow, squinting at his best friend, “ha,” he laughs, “wow, he looks exactly like his pictures. he must be about three years old.” bucky blinks at him. “his ma said he was chatting up a storm at that age, though,” steve informs, looking back up at you. sam grins, “has he said anything? i kinda want to hear if he still sounds old.” bucky frowns at him, his pout deepening when sam bursts into laughter, “his grumpy face is the same!”

you look at your boyfriend, tilting your head and smiling a little when you realize he’s right, “you’re cute,” you coo now that you get a good look at him, “you’re so cute,” you murmur, poking his nose with your finger. bucky can’t help the blush that comes to his cheeks. but he slaps away sam’s fingers, scowling at him, “no.” he argues, “no.”

sam frowns, “no old man voice.”

“i hate you,” bucky says to sam, and you laugh, “i think we should leave for now. i need to figure out what will make three-year-old bucky not as grumpy.” sam looks at bucky’s furrowed brows and the same two little lines between them, his eyes flickering back up to yours, “i think that may just be a bucky thing.”

-

you bring bucky to the living room, sitting him down at the edge of the couch and crouching in front of him, watching him and his little crossed arms, bottom lip jutted out against his own will. bucky isn’t used to the emotional control of a child who’s three and can’t control the frustration that’s coursing through him at the moment. the only thing he knows for sure is that he doesn’t want you to leave him again.

“bucky?” you start, looking deep into the wide blue eyes that let you know it is bucky you’re speaking to. “what do you want to do? are you hungry? d’you want to sleep?” bucky shakes his head stubbornly at you, “i want tony to fix this.”

you sigh, “i know, baby. i do too, but until he finds a cure to this, you’re gonna stay small for a couple more hours.” he pouts at that, and you smooth your thumb over his cheek, “no pouting. we can do whatever you want, buck.”

just as he’s about to reject any idea you have, his stomach rumbles loudly, directing your attention to the arms that guiltily cover up his middle. “bucky... did you eat breakfast today?” you query, a lecturing tone sneaking into your words. “sam ate my cereal,” bucky grumbles, crossing his arms.

“bucky!” you exclaim, standing up to turn to the kitchen, “that’s no excuse. i told you you needed to eat--” you’re barely three steps into the kitchen when you hear the pattering of his feet towards you, grubby hands pawing at your legs.

“don’t leave,” he whines, hugging your ankles and sitting down on the floor, “you left all morning,” he mumbles, smushing his cheeks against your calf.

“i’m sorry,” you apologize, bending over to brush away the hair that falls over his eyes. “c’mere,” you murmur, reaching down to pick him up again and bounce him on your hip while you head to the kitchen. “what do you want to eat?” bucky thinks about it for a minute, before smiling, “i want pizza and ice cream.” you frown at him, “i don’t think three-year-olds can eat that. actually, i don’t think anyone should.”

after consulting google on what three-year-olds should eat, you have bucky’s head resting on your shoulder, refusing to let you put him down even as you made him the mac and cheese he had agreed to, still a little upset over the fact you wouldn’t let him eat all the other things he wanted. the only time he let you not carry him was when he was eating, still insisting you sit right next to him to watch as he smeared cheese all over tony’s expensive table.

“okay,” you whisper breathlessly after watching him eat his third bowl of the meal, “i think that’s good.” you shove the dirty dishes in the sink, washing bucky’s hands and wiping at him cheeks with a warm cloth to get the mess he managed to create off. “did you forget how to eat?” you wonder aloud when you finally fnish cleaning him up, watching his small shoulders shrug.

“what do you want to do now? anything you want,” you propose.

“i want you,” he says, reaching his stubby arms out, “cuddles. ‘m sleepy,” he yawns, making grabby hands at you when you take too long to pick him up. “bucky,” you chuckle, complying with him and bringing him into your chest, where he leans his head on your shoulder. “you sure you don’t want to play or something? you don’t want to…” you trail off, trying to think of what three-year-olds do, “walk or read or something?”

bucky grunts in your ear, his eyelids already closing again, “cuddles,” he repeats, balling your shirt up in his little hands.

“okay,” you sigh, bouncing him gently while you walk to your shared bedroom. you pick up a stuffed animal you brought for bucky from one of your most recent missions, “did you sleep last night? is that why you’re so tired?” bucky hums, cuddling further into your chest when you lay down with him on top of you. you hand him the little dog plush, pressing a kiss to his head when he takes the gift, hugging it with you. “honey, i’m sorry,” you frown, gently threading your fingers through his short hair, humming the same song bucky sings to you when you can’t get to sleep. it doesn’t take long to lull him into the calmness of rest.

you only wake up when the weight on you is suddenly multiplied, completely taking your breath away, “bucky!-” you exclaim, rolling from underneath him to meet his closed eyes. you shake your head with a light laugh, drawing a strand of hair behind his ear before you press your lips to his cheeks, snuggling in with him again, “sweet dreams, darling,” you murmur, placing the stuffed animal he dropped on your dresser.

[buckybarnesdiaries]

white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)

© @capsgrantrogers

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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...And Forever

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Enhanced!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

AU: MCU A/U, after TFATWS

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk. Alternate MCU facts/timeline, lies, cursing, angst,  oral, (F, M receiving) fingering, spit play rank kink, size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), sex on a pool table, semi-public sex, a special surprise, stalker-ish behavior, almost Dark!Steve? Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: I am an MCU nerd but not a timeline detail gal. Please forgive me if the timeline is off. This is an alternate universe and a work of fiction. Please have fun with it! This is the second part to Always.  Enjoy!

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You opened your eyes to see that you were in what looked like a break room. There was a coffee machine, a round table with five chairs, a row of lockers, two Captain Americas, and a Winter Soldier.

There was some strange conversation going on.

“Then who gave me the shield at the lake…?”  

Sam was questioning Steve, but he stopped talking when you started moving around.  You must have still been in the wedding venue, because you saw the name of the historic building on various items in the room. 

You scowled up at Sam, Bucky and Steve.

You moved to sit up and Steve was at your side. “Easy…”

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

You squinted at Steve. His hair was shorter and he was clean shaven, but he was still gorgeous. Those blue eyes were full of concern. 

You raised your hand, and he held it, holding it and caressing it as you raised it to his face.

“Is it really you?”

Steve smiled ruefully at you. “Yeah, it’s me.”

You held his cheek and looked at him, bringing your other hand up to the other side of his face. He smiled at you. 

You grabbed him and hugged him hard, and then pulled back again as he held you in his arms. He moved back and pursed those ruby red lips. 

You had this irresistible urge to...slap the shit out of him. And so you did.

The sound reverberated in the room. Steve just stared up at you, with that fucking beautiful face, and then smiled, rubbing his jaw as if it hurt. 

But you knew it didn’t. And you were tired of the bullshit.

Sam and Bucky moved to calm you down, but you were too quick for them, pacing to the other side of the room. 

“All of you can stay the hell away from me. Y’all have some fuckin nerve. Especially you, Steven.”  

Your Houston accent was shining through with your anger.

“Wow, Sweetheart, that was harsh. But I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

You pointed at Steve.

“Fuck you.” 

You were seething, especially when he raised his eyebrow at your comment. But he quickly fixed his face when he saw the rage on yours. You looked at Sam, who just looked down, and at Bucky, who looked like he was in pain.  

Fuck thier feelings.

“I deserve your anger. I didn't tell…” Steve tried it. 

“You don’t deserve a got damn thing. Not even my anger.” 

Steve was stone faced at your vitriol. You were shaking, trying to control your emotions and not cry.  You were so hot. You fought to keep your voice steady.

“I thought you were dead.” It came out as a ragged whisper. But you knew everyone heard you.

Your voice was low, even, and scary. Bucky looked at you with wide eyes. Your own were brimming with tears.

“I thought you were dead and that they didn’t want to tell me.” 

You waved your hand at Bucky and Sam. And you waited until Steve looked you in the eyes again. 

“I thought you were in prison, that someone, on some alien star, forced you to play some sick gladiator games. Or that HYDRA was still around and they turned you into an agent for them. Or that you lost your memory in the blip. So many scenarios played in my mind, Steven.”

Steve knew better than to talk. This was his time to listen.

“But I never ever once thought that you chose this. Never thought it was your choice to leave and to stay away.”

“Listen…” Sam started speaking.

“Shut the fuck UP, Samuel.” 

If you had Bucky’s knives, all of them would be seriously injured right now.  

“You knew that he was alive and you didn’t tell me. Despite me begging for any kind of information.”  

Sam just pursed his lips and returned your glare.  You were right.

You went and stood in front of Bucky.

“James…” 

He looked at you, those pained eyes making your stomach flip.  

“How could you?  You knew?”

He just stared at you. Retreating into not speaking.

Steve spoke up.

“Yes, I left. Yes, it was my choice.  I thought I could… Well, let’s just say that hindsight is 20/20 and you can’t ever go back. I swore Sam and Buck to secrecy and I asked them to take care of you.  This all just got out of hand.  Didn’t it Buck?”

You watched Steve in disbelief and you swiveled your head toward Bucky and Sam again.

“You both lied to me. And Sam. Did you tell Steve to come back and ruin my life?”

Sam scoffed, offended. “No. I didn’t. S.H.I.E.L.D gave Steve quarterly updates.  You and Bucky happened so fast…” 

You ignored his explanation.

“But you knew exactly where he’d gone.”

“Yes.” Sam was cornered.

You turned back to Bucky. 

“I asked you a question earlier. Did you know?”

He nodded, imperceptibly.  “Doll… I…”

“James Buchanan Barnes. You knew?” Your heart was breaking even more than it was.

“Yes, but it’s complicated. He didn’t come back, at least not the way he left, and I thought it was a done deal. I thought he found…”

You interrupted him. 

“What. Happiness?” 

You turned back to Steve. “Is that what you were looking for, Steve? Happiness?”

“Sweetheart, you made me happy, I just had the chance to finally settle some unfinished business.”

You nodded.

“So James here took advantage of your little vacation to get with his best friend's girl while you explored your other options. Cool.”

It was not cool.

“Do you remember when you asked me if you could trust me, Steve?”  

He just gave a little smile and came to stand before you, looking down at you in that way of his.  He was trying to shake you. You were unshakeable. You raised your chin and looked right in his eyes.

“What you don’t understand is that you can’t pick and choose the pieces of life that you want, Steven.” 

You moved away from all of them. Steve stepped toward you, but stopped when you held up your hand.

“I’ve lived my life for everyone else, for this country, for as long as I can remember.  I deserve a little piece of life, Sweetheart.”  

Steve really believed what he was saying.

“What about me? Do I get a choice?”

Steve looked around at his two best friends, who were now best friends, and his best girl.

“You’re right. I think you should. You should choose.”

Your mouth hinged open. You spoke at the wall, then looked at Bucky.

“What about you, James? Do I need to choose?”

Bucky walked in front of you

“No Doll. You don’t have to choose.”  

You looked up into his eyes.  Damn, he looked so handsome in his bespoke grey suit that he chose for the wedding. And the tie that you gave him set off his eyes.  

“I just….  I just wanted a piece of happiness too. I knew you were Steve’s girl.”  He took both of your hands in his. 

“I don’t deserve you. When Steve didn’t come back, and you and I connected, I couldn’t help it. I was just going to keep an eye out, but…”

He gave you that cute little side smile of his.  And then he kissed you. It was short and sweet and oh so hot. You looked up at him, shook to the core. And then he ruined it all.

“I love you Doll. It was nice while it lasted.” 

Bucky was giving up. 

You nodded and backed away. Not believing this situation. 

“Ok. I’m making my choice.” 

You raised your chin and looked at Steve and Bucky.

“I’m not some fucking marble that you pass around, play with, and trade with your friend.” 

You took a deep breath.  “I choose me.”

You were gone in a flash, before they could even register it.  And although they ran, they couldn’t catch you before you were out of reach.

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Three months later, you walked through the late August soup of Houston heat to the bar, pausing when you thought you heard footfalls behind you. You used your speed to zip along to Willy’s; you were safe there.

You were back sharking with the best of them.  But your training was put to good use.  You never got burned and you never got caught.  You were making a good living.  

There were a jumble of misfit super humans who had gathered there with you.  You were a leader now. And you were doing well on your own. It was a life.

You already knew he was coming, and maybe that’s why you moved to the back room to play.

You were prepared, but when you felt him, you still lost your breath.  But you recovered quickly, straightening your spine, despite the fact that he was standing so close to you.

You looked at the dartboard on the wall across from you and chalked your cue.

“Don’t you have other things to take care of? Other wheres? Other whens maybe?”

You learned more about time travel since you’d left New York, and you understood more of what happened. 

The Avengers had access to time travel.  If only you could go back… but no. You were stronger than those men.  You could live with your decisions. And move forward.

“No. What I need to take care of is right here. Right now.”  

His deep growl stirred something inside you, and you fought your body, which was becoming moist at his proximity.

You bent over the table, super soldier dick poking you in the ass before you drew your pool cue back sharply into his stomach.  Abs of steel met the cue and nearly broke it.  He just stepped aside and shook his head at you.

You turned your head to look into his aqua blue eyes and you fell in love all over again.  Shit.

You gave up and turned around, leaning back against the pool table, because he wasn’t giving an inch, not moving from your space.

You scanned the room and your people were watching, but keeping your distance. They all knew who he was, and your history. They gave you space, but wouldn’t let you be hurt without a fight. You nodded at them and they all went to the front, giving you more privacy.

He nodded in their direction. 

“People fall under your spell fast, I know that all too well. They trust you.”

You lifted your head. “I’ve never done anything to make them not trust me.”

He sighed.  “Point taken.”

“Why did you come here?  I know that you’ve known where I was. Sam must have told you.” 

“I’ve known where you were. How could I not? I didn’t need Sam to tell me. It’s not like you were trying to hide.”  

He cocked his head at you.

“But the reason that I’m here, now, is that I’ve always been slow at math. And I just put two and two together.”

You smirked up at him. “You’re right. This is home. A leopard doesn’t change her stripes.”

He just chuckled at your evasion.

“You wanna play a game?” 

His eyes followed you, undeterred by your challenge.

You walked around to the other side of the table, leaned over and gathered the balls to be racked. 

You held two in one hand and looked at him.  He smiled and the electricity at the small of your back was everything. He slowly walked around to you as you racked them.

He took in your form (including your ample cleavage) as you bent over the table and your mouth as you said the word, “Break.”

“I’m tired of playing games, Doll. I’m just here to win you back.”

You turned around and faced him, looking up at him, now aware of his smell.  You closed your eyes and inhaled leather and metal. You opened them again and his eyes were blazing.

“James.. I”  

Bucky grabbed your face, hands gently cradling your head, and cut you off with a kiss, his lips gentle at first. Then his hands moved to your hips and lifted you onto the table. He slotted himself in between your thighs, your bodies separated by the same brand of black denim. 

His lips and tongue seemed determined to possess you. Bucky kissed and felt your body like he hadn’t in a lifetime. His hands roamed you like they were starved from touching you. 

Your hands were on his neck and in his hair, relishing the feel of him. You’d  missed him so fucking much. You drew apart, and his breath fanned your face as you two panted together, his forehead resting on yours.

“I am never going to let you go again.”

“James…”

“Hold on Doll, I’ve got to say this.” 

He smiled and gave you another quick peck.  You nodded, solemn.

“I said the wrong thing back in Brooklyn. I don’t care that you were with him first. I don’t care if you think that you might want to be with him. When I fell for you, I fell harder than I ever have. Even from the train.”  

He was whispering the words you wanted to hear months ago, causing you to cry.  But a lot of things caused you to cry lately. 

Bucky smiled at you, his eyes crinkling in that adorable way that you loved. You opened your mouth to speak and he kissed you, silencing you again. You responded with a smile. He continued.

“I know that you think that I folded and just gave up on you on our wedding day. I was just thinking that I don’t deserve you. Especially next to Steve.  I mean, you won’t find a better man.  But in the time since, I’ve realized, even though it’s hard. I’m a good man too.”

“You are, James…”

“You helped me come to terms with everything that’s happened. Sam has helped me deal with everything I did...and I’m not perfect, and neither are you, but we can be perfect for each other.”  

You nodded, smiling a little.

“I’m in love with you and I deserve you. You deserve me. We deserve each other.  And I’m not saying this because I think you saved me. But you are the strongest woman I know, enough to be with me when I am weak. I figured out that I can be strong for you too. I have to be now. I am so sorry that I let you walk away. But I’m not going to let you out of my sight now, even if you don’t want to be with me.  But I am asking you, again. Be my family. Make one with me. Choose me.”

You shook your head as tears fell from your eyes.

“James Barnes, there was never ever any choice. It’s you. It will be you. Forever.”

Bucky let out a sigh of relief and started kissing you all over your face, down your neck and into your cleavage.

“I was scared shitless, Doll! I love you so much,…”

You kissed him now, your hands under his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders. Next, you went under his shirt, feeling his nipples, playing with them as he shuddered. Then your hands went up to one cold shoulder and one warm, grasping them as he ground his hard jeans covered crotch into yours.

“Too many clothes.”

You ended up helping him pull his shirt over his head. You trailed your hand back down his abs to the button on his jeans.

“I missed you James. My hormones are going crazy, Baby…”  

His eyes got wide as you popped the top button and bit your lip.  Bucky moaned.  He was about to explode just being near you.

“Th-that’s what we need to talk about…”

“Talk later. Fuck. Now.”

Bucky looked over your shoulder to the other room. To his surprise, the door was now closed.

“Wow, they…”

You hopped down from the table and got on your knees in front of him.

“You gonna let me suck your dick or not James?”

He looked down at you smirking up at him and could feel himself leaking in his jeans.  Three months of his hand had been torture, thinking of you.  

It seemed as if he unfastened and pulled himself out without knowing.  For a moment he feared mind control. 

But it was just love and lust.

You grasped him, testing his girth and admiring how your fingers did not meet around his cock.  

“Mmmmmmmm,” you moaned while you thumbed his tip, collecting the pre-cum and lubricating him as you pumped.

He stared at you, slack jawed and sexy as he watched you.  He reached down and put his hand in your hair, massaging your scalp.

You commanded him. “Eyes on me, Sergeant.”

Bucky locked eyes with you and watched as you licked your lips, opened your mouth, and spit on his cock.

“Fuck.”

You pumped him a couple of times before you opened wide and took him as deep as you could, relishing the feel of his wide, smooth, hard unit in your mouth.  You pulled off of him with a pop.

“Damn I missed this dick.” 

Then you deep throated him again, making Bucky have to hold on to the side of the pool table as he held your head while you spluttered around him.

“And I missed your pretty little mouth, Doll. Damn.”  He watched as you did it a few more times.

When you looked up and  he saw your ruined face, Bucky went feral.

He pulled you up by your shirt, pulling it over your head and wiping your face with it.  Then he kissed you.

“Fucking love how you do that, Doll.”  

He started kissing down your chest, pulling your breasts out of your bra, pinching and rolling your nipples gently, a little more carefully than usual. He looked at you knowingly as you squirmed in pleasure.

“I’ve been doing my research.”  

Then, he leaned down and suckled them with that mouth until you almost came, writhing in his arms. Bucky unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down, kneeling, and staring up at you as you leaned against the green felt table.

You stepped out of your jeans and panties and watched as his flesh hand glided from your ankle to your ass, palming it and then sliding back down as he lifted your thigh on his shoulder.  You shuddered as you could feel his breath on your cunt.

“I’ve been dreaming of this.”  

His eyes held yours as he leaned in for a kiss, then a long wet lick of your cunt.  You grabbed his brown hair as his blue eyes hypnotized you and as he ate you out. When his metal fingers came up, whirring, you started begging.

“Please, James…please…please…..”

He laughed, mouth still fucking your pussy. He pulled away, chin glistening with your juices. His fingers began pumping inside you, the vibration driving you up the wall.

“Are you begging me to stop, or to continue, Doll? Talk to me.”

“Unnnh, unnnnh, oooohhh shittttt. Don’t ever stop.” 

And then you came all over his face,  Bucky slurping it up happily.  He stood up, taking you with him and maneuvering you so that you could feel his thick tip at your hole before it breached you. 

Bucky’s cock stretched you out and made you see stars as you slid down his thick pole while he was standing up, pumping inside you as he deposited you on the table.

You wrapped around him like a vine as he held you, cock pounding from the feeling of being inside you again. He pulled back to kiss you again.  He was grunting in his throat as he tried to speak.

“Fuck you feel so good...Fair warning, Doll. I’m not going to last. Been too long.”

You let go of him, and leaned back on the felt, arms braced behind you as you replied, “Just fuck me James.”

Bucky took in your body, from where you were connected up your torso to your breasts and the beautiful fucked out look on your face and started moving.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk.”  You took him, looking down to see the impossible stretch.

“Yeah, look at that. Looks and feels so damn good, doesn’t it, Doll? How the fuck are you so… so… fucking… tight….?”

“Yes, fuck, James, FUCKKKKK.”

All nerves were in your cunt as you went down to your elbows, and then to your back flat on the slate table, pool balls going everywhere.

Bucky pulled your hips off the table and really started digging in, hips snapping at a frenzied pace as his metal hand slid down your body. You could tell that he was almost there.

“Cum with me Doll.” 

When that metal thumb touched your clit, it was over.  You came as soon as you felt his white hot ropes of cum drench your walls. You closed your eyes for just a second, and then opened your eyes wide.

‘Why am I curled up on a pool table after being fucked by my 106 year old fiance? What is life?”

Bucky laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head and helped you off the table. He looked around, going to get you a bottle of water from the vending machine.

“You good?” 

Bucky eyed you as you got your clothes together.  He leaned next to you as he watched you drink the water.

“Baby okay?”

You ducked your head, smiled and grabbed his hand, putting it on your slightly rounded stomach.

“Yeah. I can feel him moving around.  Can you feel that?”  

Bucky just stared at his hand, then at your face.

“Not really… Him?”  He was astounded.

“That’s normal. I’m gonna be able to feel him before you can, And yeah, Him.”  

You turned more fully toward Bucky and he took you in his arms.  

“I had all kinds of tests, to make sure that he was okay.  I wanted to know if… if what they did to me would affect…. “ 

You shook your head, then smiled up at Bucky.

“He’s healthy.  I’m 20 weeks. I figured we’d call him Jamie?”  

Bucky beamed at you and nodded. 

“How did you know?”

“Well, I figured out that you didn’t faint at the wedding just because of Steve. Why didn’t you tell me, Doll?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Are you really asking me that question?”  

Bucky blanched and you decided not to be salty. 

“Well, At first, I didn’t want you to feel trapped. I was so happy that you asked me and didn’t know.”  You beamed at him. “ But then…” Your smile faded.

“I’m an idiot, Doll. Forgive me.  It’s me and you. And Jamie. Forever.”  

You two shared the kiss you missed at the altar. It was going to be okay.

“Now, let’s go get some food. I know you’re hungry.”

You laughed as you punched his arm. 

“Ass. But you’re right.” 

You two walked down the street to Ninfa’s Restaurant hand in hand. Bucky turned his head and gave an imperceptible nod as you two passed by an alley/

Steve returned the greeting as he stepped out and watched you and Bucky make your way down the street.

“That’s okay Sweetheart,” he whispered. “Buck’s a good man. But I know you’ll choose me. In another time.”

He walked to the quinjet, which was pointed toward New York.

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Mr. and Mrs. Swift 2

Part One

Pairing: Black Cat! Reader x Peter Parker

Masterlist

“Y/n? Did you just take a spontaneous nap or did I hit you over the head with this pole?”

“….again?” He said after a beat of silence. Peter rushed over to your limp body and shook you, but your eyes remained shut.

“Oh shit oh fuck oh balls.” He panicked. “Please wake up. God, how did this happen twice?”

He continued to shake you, but you were knocked out cold. Knowing another brain injury could cause serious damage, he called for backup.

“Mr. Stark! I committed an act of violence!” Peter shouted. “On accident though!”

“Oh my God.” Tony sighed when he saw you unconscious in Peters arms. “What did you do?”

“It was an accident!” Peter protested. “She kissed me so I got excited and things stick to me when I’m excited. Then I hit her with the IV pole.”

“Yeah, I can see that, Doogie Hooser M.D.” Tony grumbled as he knelt down beside you.

“Did you hit your head too? It’s me, Peter.” Peter missed the joke as Tony checked your pulse.

“I know who you are. Help me get her to her room.” Tony sighed as he picked you up. Peter held your head up as the two of them carried you to your room.

A nurse checked you over and found that you were okay, just unconscious. Peter pulled up a chair beside your bed and waited for you to wake up, just like last time. In less than an hour, your eyelids fluttered open.

“Oh thank God. You’re awake.” Peter sighed in relief. He put his hands on your face and tried to kiss you, but you shoved him off.

“Get off of me!” You said as you forced him back. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He held up his hands. “I thought the last kiss meant we were together now. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“How do you know my name?” You asked as you drew your knees to your chest.

“What?” His face fell. “It’s me, Peter. Although, the hospital still thinks we’re Mr. and Mrs. Swift.”

“I don’t know you. What did you do to me?” You panicked as you jumped out of your bed. You backed yourself against the wall, staying as far from Peter as possible.

“I hit you over the head with your IV pole. And you do know me. It’s Peter.” He said as he pointed to himself.

“Where am I? Am I back at HYDRA?” You worried as you looked around the room.

“No, no, no.” He assured you. “It’s okay. You’re in the Avengers tower.”

“Avengers? Oh my God. Did Spiderman take me here?” You gasped. “He was the last person I was with. I don’t remember what happened after I went to see him.”

“You don’t remember what happened?” Peter asked as he listened to your questions. You shook your head as Peter realized what had happened. Your memory was back, but it had returned to the night that he first hit you over the head.

“Oh my God. You don’t remember what happened.” He realized as his heart sunk. You looked at him in confusion, but he didn’t have the strength to tell you what, or who, you had forgotten. He gave you a sad smile and quickly excused himself before you could see him cry.

“Peter? What’s wrong with you?” Carol asked when she found Peter crying in the hallway.

“She doesn’t remember any of it.” He sniffled. “Everything that happened since I knocked her out the first time is gone.”

“Wait, the first time?” Carol raised her eyebrow. “Did you knock her out a second time?”

“That’s not the point Carol!” He whined. “We spent two weeks together in that hospital after her surgery. And we really connected by the time she was discharged. An hour ago, she told me she wanted to stay here, specifically with me might I add, while she got back on her feet.”

“Okay. And?”

“And now she’s forgotten all of that.” His wiped his tears. “Before I knocked her out again, she was gonna quit being the Black Cat and find herself.”

“Oh, wow.” Carol looked at him sympathetically.

“And also she kissed me.” Peter said quickly.

“Oh, I see.” Carol nodded. “That’s why you’re upset. You’re mad that your little girlfriend forgot you and went back to being your arch nemesis or whatever.”

“People say that! It’s not just me.” He insisted. “And yeah. I am upset. I really like her. I’ve always liked her. And now she doesn’t know who I am. She doesn’t even know I’m Spiderman.”

“So tell her.” Carol shrugged.

“I can’t tell her. Everything is different now. She doesn’t like me anymore.” Peter folded his arms and pouted.

“Peter, any chance of you having a relationship with her will dissolve if you don’t go in there and tell her everything.” Carol said. “She deserves to know as much as you know. And that means telling her you’re Spiderman.”

“Why do you always have to be mature? Maria would never have suggested that.” Peter whined. “She would’ve told me to hit her a third time, and Monica would’ve agreed!”

“Go in there. Go make up with your arch nemesis.” Carol instructed as he pushed Peter back towards your room.

“Fine.” He grumbled as he wiped the rest of his tears. He knocked on your door softly before going inside.

“Y/n, I have to tell you something.” He sighed. “And this is gonna be really hard for you to hear but just-“

“Oh my God. Spiderman?” You asked as you stared at Peter.

“Where?” Peter turned around to look.

“No, you.” You pointed to him. “You’re Spiderman.”

“What makes you say that?” Peter wondered as he folded his arms.

“Um, the fact that you have the same voice, height, build, and gait. You’re literally standing like him right now.” You said like it was obvious.

“No I’m not.” Peter said as he uncrossed his arms.

“You totally are. Oh my God, where’s my suit? You can’t see my face.” You covered your face with your hands and turned away from Peter.

“Hey, hey, hey. Relax.” Peter went over to you and rubbed your arm. “I’ve already seen your face. This isn’t the first time we’ve met.”

“It’s not?” You asked as you slowly uncovered your face.

“The last time we fought, I hit you on the head on, and I cannot stress this enough, accident.” Peter began. “You woke up and forgot all about Black Cat and Spiderman. That was a few weeks ago.”

“Oh.”

“And also you kissed me.” He said sheepishly. “Twice.”

“Oh.” You looked away in embarrassment.

“And also also, I hit you on the head a second time.” He admitted. “Also an accident. They really need to make steel rods less….made of steel.”

You and Peters eyes shifted to the IV pole next to your bed, and Peter wordlessly took it out of the room.

“Wait, so I kissed you?” You asked when he came back. “Why would I do that?”

“You didn’t figure out I was Spiderman when you saw me without my mask on last time.” Peter explained. “You thought I was your boyfriend because of the way you felt about me when you first saw me in the hospital.”

“Why was I in the hospital?”

“Because I checked you into one under the alias Taylor Swift and her clumsy but lovable husband Mr. Swift after I accidentally hit you over the head with a pole a few weeks ago.” Peter sighed in exasperation of having to explain it again. “Why is that so confusing for you? I feel like the orange fish from Finding Nemo.”

“Nemo?” You chuckled.

“No. Nemo’s dad.” Peter said. “After he had to repeat everything to Dory a million times.”

“Why are you so frustrated with me?” You wondered. “I just woke up from you knocking me unconscious for a second time. Sorry if my memory isn’t great.”

“Because you forgot about me!” He exclaimed as he walked away from you.

“No I didn’t. You’re Spiderman.”

“No, not that.” He rubbed his face. “You forgot about us. We had….moments.”

“Moments?” You wondered.

“You know. A moment.” He said sheepishly. “Like in the romance movies that someone in the tower mysteriously records and then watches when he comes back from patrol because he likes to live vicariously through the characters because he knows he can never have a love that is simple and easy since he is a superhero with an extremely demanding schedule. A moment.”

“You lost me.”

“A moment.” He sighed. “A brief moment when two people genuinely connect and they look at each other and their eyes just say, “hey. I see you. You’re seen.” And then they smile and the moment is over but it leaves a lasting impact on the both of them until they are inevitably married at the end of the moving and or running through an airport to confess their love to the other.”

“So are we married? Or did one of us go through the airport?”

“No.” Peter whined. “It wasn’t like the movies. It was more simple. It was you pretending not to like lemon lime flavoring so I could eat your jello everyday at the hospital. We both know you could’ve just asked for a different flavor, but you wanted it give it to me. Or us muting the television and making up our own voices for the characters. Moments like that.”

“Oh.” You frowned. “Sorry. I don’t remember that.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s mine.” He shook his head and sat down on your bed. “I just wish you remembered. It was really nice, you know? We were flirting with each other, but not like when we’re out as Spiderman and Black Cat. It was different. It was…nice.”

“I’m sorry.” You took a seat next to him. “Whoever you spent the last few weeks with isn’t there anymore. Maybe I’ll remember it one day but-“

“It’s okay.” He cut you off. “If that wasn’t the real you, then I don’t want her.”

“I should go.” You said after a beat of silence.

“You don’t want to stay?” Peter asked in disappointment.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You smiled apologetically. “I don’t want to make things hard for you.”

You silently collected all your belongings from the room as Peter sat glumly on your bed. You looked at him before leaving and felt guilty.

“Did you really like her?” You asked softly.

“Who?”

“The me you spent the last few weeks with.” You replied.

“I did.” He smiled a little. “She was like you, all confident and debonair, but she had a vulnerable side. And she let me see it.”

“That’s definitely not me.” You chuckled. Peter smiled sadly and looked away from you as he felt his tears come back. You frowned at how upset he looked, but knew there was nothing to be done.

“Well, I’m off.” You jumped back into character. “I’ll see you on the streets, Spiderman. Save me a dance.”

“Yeah.” Peter nodded glumly. “I’ll see you.”

You left without another word and shut the door behind you. You hesitated briefly and pressed your palm against the door, debating going back in there to talk to him. Your eyes fell onto the suit in your arms, with your black mask staring back at you. A sigh escaped your lips as your palm slowly slid down the door, leaving before you had a chance to change your mind.

A week later, you were on one of your nightly endeavors when you spotted Spiderman up on a roof. His legs were dangling over the edge as he just sat there, all alone. You smiled at the chance to talk to him again and quickly scaled the building.

“Spiderman.” You purred as you landed down behind of him. “I was hoping I’d run in to you soon. Tell me, did you miss me?”

“Hi Y/n.” Peter nodded curtly at you. You frowned momentarily when he didn’t return with his usual banter, but quickly threw your smile back on.

“I’m afraid I don’t know who you’re talking about.” You said as you twirled your white hair around your finger. “If you’re going to insist on calling me names, might I suggest “kitten”? It’s way more fun.”

“I’m all done up here.” Peter sighed as he stood up. “You can have the roof if you want.”

“I didn’t come here to sit on the roof. I came to see you, dummy.” You tried to sound playful, but his indifference to you was bumming you out.

“Why?” He asked with a defeated shrug.

“Because, silly. You know how much I enjoy our little talks.” You cooed as you tilted his chin up with your fingernail.

“Oh. Right.” He nodded and stepped away from you.

“What’s the matter with you?” You put your hands on your hips. “Why aren’t you playing along?”

“I don’t know.” He sighed and sat down with a huff. “I’m sorry. I’m not really into it anymore.”

“Why not?” You asked as you sat beside him. You peeled your eye mask off so you could look at him better and gave him your hair

“Because I know who’s under your mask and I…” Peter trailed off when he noticed your mask was gone and looked down in dismay.

“You what?”

“I miss her.” He said softly. He pulled his mask off and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight the urge to cry. He knew it was dumb, but he really missed you, even though you were right beside him. You just weren’t the you he had gotten to know.

“When did I kiss you the second time?” You asked him when you noticed his forlorn expression. You wanted to try to understand how he was feeling the best you could, but you had no idea what he was going through.

“After I brought you back to the tower.” He smiled a little. “You told me you wanted to stay with me instead of returning to your life as the Black Cat. And then you kissed me to thank you for being nice to you.”

“That doesn’t sound like me.” You frowned.

“I think you were just tired of fighting.” He shrugged and adverted his eyes.

“I don’t know.” You said. “I like fighting.”

“I know. I think you were tired of fighting me. Because I know I’ve been tired of fighting you.” Peter looked at you with sad eyes. “I didn’t want to see you once a week to have a battle of wits that ended in you kicking my ass anymore. I wanted to take you on a date and get to know you for real. And I think when you woke up in the hospital, you saw me and wanted the same thing. You just forgot why you couldn’t have it.”

“But I like our weekly battle of wits. And I like kicking your ass.” You tried to joke.

“You like them because you always win.” He replied.

“I like them because they’re the one time a week I get to see you.” You admitted as you nudged him. “I like seeing you.”

Peter stared into your eyes for a long time before his gaze fell to your lips. His face scrunched up in disappointment before he looked away from you again.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He shook his head. “I can’t go back to being your arch nemesis.”

“Nobody says-“

“I am so fragile right now.” He cut you off. You sighed and rubbed his shoulder, feeling guilty for the damage you’d done.

“I’m sorry.” You told him. “But Peter, why can’t we just go back to the way things were? If I don’t remember the past few weeks, can’t we just pretend they never happened?”

“But they did happen. And I haven’t forgotten them.” He reminded you. “I always had a crush on Black Cat, but Y/n is so much better. And I can’t just go back to fighting you and pretending I don’t know that.”

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could say.

“You keep saying that. You don’t have to be sorry.” He laughed sadly. “This whole thing reminded me that real love isn’t like the movies. You don’t fall in love with someone after knowing them for two weeks. That’s just not how it works. And I’m not in love with you. I know I’m not. I just felt like I made a genuine connection with you. And even if you don’t remember that, I do. And I think I always will.”

You looked at each other fondly for a minute as that connection resurfaced. Even if you didn’t remember those weeks with Peter, you felt differently towards him now. The memories were gone, but your feelings remained.

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“I see you.”

“You’re looking directly at me.”

“No, dummy.” You rolled your eyes. “I see you. We just had a moment.”

“Oh. Yeah.” He smiled softly. “I guess we did.”

“I’m not gonna kiss you this time, because I literally don’t know you and I don’t know why post first knock out but pre second knock out me did that.” You began.

“Fair enough.” He agreed.

“But I do feel like we have a connection.” You continued. “And I want to get to know you as Peter, not just the weak and feeble Spiderman.”

“That was almost nice.” He chuckled.

“I try.” You grinned. “And I’m still gonna kick your ass as Black Cat. But maybe not as hard next time.”

“Thanks.” He smiled back. You rested your head on his shoulder and looked out at the horizon, content in the comfortable silence. Peter rested his head on top of yours, a nice change to what he usually did to your head.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah Peter?” You answered.

“Would you like to come over?” He asked. “We could hang out at the tower if you’d like. That way we don’t have to be in our suits on a rooftop.”

“I would like that.” You smiled shyly. Peter smiled back and stood up, holding out his hand to help you up as well.

“You’re gonna love this.” Peter said excitedly as he wrapped his arm around your waist. He swung back to the tower with you in his arms and brought you inside.

“Oh, hey you two.” Tony greeted as you and Peter came in the front door. “Would either of you happen to know why I just got a hospital bill for Taylor Swift?”

“Did you? That’s crazy. They must’ve sent it to the wrong place. Bye!” Peter said before grabbing your hand and running out of the room. He brought you to his bedroom and found some comfortable clothes for you to change into.

“Here. You can wear these.” He handed them to you. “I’m sure they’re more comfortable then latex.”

“You’d be surprised. It’s snug in all the right places.” You winked at him and smacked your butt.

“I’ve noticed.” He said as he turned bright red. You smirked before disappearing into his bathroom. Peter shook his head before getting changed himself. You came out of the bathroom shortly in a pair of Peters pajama pants and an old t shirt.

“Much better. Although, I don’t really understand the science pun.” You said as you held out the shirt to read it.

“Well electrons are-“

“No, I know that part.” You cut in. “I just don’t understand why anyone would buy it.”

“You are so mean to me.” He laughed as he admired you in his clothing.

“Yes.” You agreed. “But you love that.”

“I can’t disagree with you.” He shrugged as he took a step closer to you.

“So what are your powers?” You wondered. “What can you do besides lose to me over and over again?”

“Funny.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “Well, lets see. I can pretty much do whatever a spider can. Wall crawling, shooting webs, super strength, enhanced hearing, eating flies. The works.”

“Super strength?” You raised your eyebrow. “I bet you can’t lift me.”

“I could lift a million of you.” Peter scoffed.

“I don’t believe you.” You folded your arms.

“Well I could. Easily.” Peter insisted.

“Okay. So move me.” You challenged as you planted your feet firmly on the ground. Peter rolled his eyes before easily picking you up and moving you a few feet over.

“See? Easy.” He shrugged as he set you down. You were secretly loving every minute of it and wanted it to continue.

“All right, tough guy.” You smirked. “Try it with one hand.”

“I don’t even have to try.” Peter scoffed as he lifted you up with one arm. He moved you to a different spot in the room as you happily laughed. Peter noticed how much you liked it, so he began to bench press you like you were a weight.

“Oh my God.” You sighed dreamily. “Can you lift your bed with your pinky?”

“What is this? Kindergarten?” He laughed. You watched him in delight as he effortlessly lifted his bed off the ground.

“Anything else you need me to lift? A bus? Maybe an airplane?” He teased.

“Want to lift my spirits?” You asked as you jumped into his arms. He easily caught you as you wrapped your legs around his torso and held on.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to kiss me?” He asked quietly as his face heated up.

“Who said I was?” You smirked as you jumped back out of his arms and landed gracefully on your feet.

“Me.” He said quickly. “I’m saying it now. I highly suggest you do it. It’ll be good for the economy.”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck as you pretending to think about it.

“Oh really?” You asked. “How so?”

“Um.” Peter gulped at how close you were. “Because kissing burns calories and burning calories releases endorphins and endorphins would make us happy and happy people don’t kill people so the government won’t have to spend money on putting us in prison which would-“

“Shhh.” You leaned in so your lips were touching. “Just kiss me before you find a way to knock me out again.”

“Is that a challenge?” Peter asked as his lips brushed against yours.

“Absolutely not.” You whispered before connecting your lips to his.

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