#morgan stark x you

[literaryavenger]

Obsessed

Summary: Your crush on Bucky may be getting out of control.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Dramatic Reader. Language. Angst. Fluff. My poor attempts at being Funny.

Word Count: 1.4K I'm physically incapable of making anything short.

A/N: I wrote this in like 2 hours and I don't even know what this is, just... Yeah.

Masterlist

This is terrible.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to you.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to anyone. It's just the most horrible, dreadful, awful thing that could’ve ever happen to yo-

“Would you stop staring at him for fuck's sakes!” Natasha's hissed words make your eyes snap to her and finally away from the metal armed Supersoldier lifting weights. Shirtless.

You don't know when Bucky stopped feeling self-conscious enough to allow him to workout in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, but it has become literal torture for you.

Needless to say, Bucky's current level of undress is making it impossible for you to concentrate on the stretching you're supposed to be doing before your sparring match with Natasha.

But your very thoughtful and not at all exasperated friend makes sure to keep your attention on her during the entirety of our match by thoroughly kicking your ass.

What a lovely best friend you have.

Anyways.

Your entire mood shifts with one not intentionally overheard conversation. Steve enters the gym and goes straight to Bucky, who was putting his weight set down.

“She’s here!” Is all the blonde says to his friend and your heart stops at the way Bucky’s face lights up with a smile, not needing any more information before following Steve out of the gym.

She’s here? Who the fuck is she? Does Bucky have a girlfriend? And most importantly, she’s here? In the Compound?

Natasha can almost see the gears turning in your brain as you make no attempts to move from the mat after she knocked you on your ass for the hundredth time today. You didn’t even seem to notice her hand offering you help to get up, your eyes still looking where Bucky was just a moment ago, staring at nothing in particular while your brain drowns in your overthinking.

Natasha sighs and decides to end the match here, kneeling down in front of you and placing her hands on your shoulders, shaking you gently to snap you out of it.

“Don’t overthink this.” She tells you when she’s sure she has your attention. “It’s probably just a friend visiting.” She tries to comfort you, but you both know that’s highly unlikely. 

Bucky has no other friends outside the team. He doesn’t know how to talk to civilians anymore after everything he’s been through, and gave up trying to after the hundredth time he saw fear in a person’s eyes just by recognizing him. So his friend circle now includes the team and the agents of SHIELD that are not intimidated by him. Point is, every friend he has already lives in the Compound.

So who the fuck is here just to see him? 

Natasha can see that this is a lost battle, your eyes barely concentrating on her as you start drowning in your mind again. All she can do when you’re like this is try to distract you and keep you out of your head. So she takes your hand and helps you up, leading the way to the common room to watch one of your beloved romcoms together, because that’s how much she loves you.

Big mistake.

“Y/N! Y/N!” The excited high-pitched voice came just seconds after you set foot in the common room. And that’s about the only warning you got before the excited 5-year-old jumped on you, your reflexes thankfully quick enough to catch her.

“Hi, Maguna!” You say while chuckling as the little girl hugs you. “You seem excited today. Did you get into the sugar cabinet again?”

Morgan giggles at your joke and shakes her hand before taking your face in her little hands and dramatically saying, “No! A princess came to visit uncle Bucky! A real princess.”

You frown, confused at what she’s talking about, before you look around the room and finally notice everyone else in it. Pepper and Tony are on the couch, looking at you lovingly as you interact with their daughter.

You love Morgan, she’s like a little sister. You never miss an opportunity to babysit her and you spend as much time with her as you can. She also loves you, out of all the Avengers you’re her favorite, much to everyone’s dismay. She calls them all ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’, but you’re just Y/N. You’re her big sister, you don’t need a title. Which is why you're the only one other than Tony allowed to call her 'Maguna'.

Then you notice the other people in the room: Steve, Bucky and… Shuri. The fucking Princess of Wakanda, standing in the common room of the Avengers Compound and just smiling at you as you carry Morgan.

You’ve never met Shuri, but you know she played an important part in deprogramming the Winter Soldier out of Bucky, and you’re grateful to her for it. She’s important to Bucky, and you can’t believe you forgot Bucky has Wakandan friends.

You put Morgan down on the ground again and the little girl takes your hand and aggressively steers you towards where Steve, Bucky and Shuri are standing, clearly thrilled to be in the presence of a real life princess.

“Hi, I’m Shuri.” She offers you her hand when you get close enough and you shake it with your free hand while introducing yourself.

There’s a bit of an awkward pause and you’re about to say the first thing that pops into your head when Morgan thankfully saves you by pulling on your hand, making you look at her. She tells you to come close and, chuckling, you kneel beside her so she can whisper conspiratorially in your ear.

“She’s a princess and she’s really pretty, but I still like you better.” She whispers and you can’t help but laugh.

God, you love this little girl.

You smile brightly at her and launch a tickle attack, her adorable giggles filling the room as everyone looks at you two with warm smiles.

Your attention is solely on Morgan, until you unintentionally hear the whispered conversation between Shuri and Bucky.

“So, this is the girl, huh? She’s pretty.” Shuri says and your heart skips a beat. 

You glance at them as discreetly as you can while still tickling Morgan, only to find Bucky looking at someone behind you. You turn around less carefully and see Sharon just entered the room, and she's also looking at Bucky with a smirk. You quickly return your attention to Morgan, but your mind is going a thousand miles a minute.

Of course he’d like someone more like Sharon. She’s pretty, she’s talented, she’s a total badass and she’s not afraid to go after what she wants.

She’s not a mass of anxiety in the shape of a woman that overthinks everything and becomes a flustered mess every time she’s even near Bucky.

It’s time to admit it to yourself: Bucky just doesn’t see you like that and you need to move on. 

Natasha is right, your obsession with Bucky needs to end.

What you don’t see is Bucky almost glaring at Sharon because he knows damn well why she’s smirking. She came in just before Shuri whispered to Bucky, when he was very intent on looking at you with heart eyes as you played with Morgan.

Just before you looked at him, Bucky noticed Sharon and he had to hold in a groan at her because he knows that she’s never gonna let him live this down.

Both Sharon and Steve have tried really hard to convince Bucky that you like him back and he should make a move on you. But Bucky, being as stubborn as they come, never believes them.

He obviously makes you uncomfortable, you’re always stuttering when he’s around and you avoid eye contact whenever possible. He’s just glad that you can stand his presence enough for the two of you to work together when necessary and to hang out with the rest of the team without problems.

So he just enjoys looking at you from a distance. He loves watching you play with Morgan and his thoughts always run wild with images of you playing like that with kids that are yours and his.

But he knows that’s never going to happen. Why would you like a damaged, PTSD ridden soldier that can’t even make it through the night without waking up from a nightmare? No, that’s definitely not your type.

Bucky accepts the truth: He doesn’t deserve you and you don’t see him like that anyways. 

It doesn’t matter that Sam thinks he’s obsessed, that won’t stop him from looking at you whenever he’s lucky enough to get a glimpse of his little ray of sunshine.

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[kat651]

touch starved (Bucky x reader)

warnings: none, pure fluff.

word count: 1473

Everyone lives au

Bucky had been dating you for almost a year now and he hasn't given you much physical contact except for the occasional holding of hands. Even his kisses, though sweet, were always short but passionate. You hadn't pushed it, figuring he just wasn't big on physical touch. Which was hard for you since touch was something you loved. You got your hugs and snuggles elsewhere though. Thor, and Steve didn't mind prolonged hugs. Thor was huge on touch, and always knew when you needed a hug. And Nat was your go to for cuddles. You'd cuddle Thor if both you and him were single but you weren't and it would be weird for you to do so, also it wouldn't be the most appropriate thing either. And Morgan! Morgan saw you as a big sister, she loved to watch movies with you while snuggling up in your lap. 

At first Tony would tell Morgan to leave you be, but you immediately told Tony that you didn't mind at all. Morgan was a little snuggle bug, which you needed. 

Bucky sat on the couch, watching tv, well he had it on but he didn't really care for the film he was just wondering how on earth to tell you that he was craving touch. He had been since he got his mind back, but why would anyone want to snuggle up to an x assassin/ murderer?

“Something bothering you Buck?” Steve asked, sitting down on the couch.

Bucky sighed, “i- i just… i don't know how to tell y/n that i…” bucky looked away. “Nevermind it's dumb.”

“Bucky what is it?” 

Bucky sighed. “I… I feel empty…”

“Empty?” Dr. Strange asked, sitting. “Empty how?”

Bucky sighed, he knew that Strange was the one person he couldn't argue with. “I…it's rather personal…”

Dr. Strange used his magic to make his lips zip closed. Bucky sighed but knew he'd have to speak eventually… “I don't know, I guess I just feel almost… cold inside… like a warmth is missing…" Bucky paused. “I don't know why i feel this way, y/n has never made me feel like she doesnt care i just…” 

Bucky paused as you walked in with Morgan on your shoulders. “Have you guys seen Tony?” you asked. 

“He’s in the lab with Bruce.” Steve said. 

“Ok. thanks Steve.” you said turning and walking back out.

“I want that…” bucky said, pointing to where you had been moments earlier. 

“You want to ride around on y/n’s shoulders? Buck no offense but I think you'd break her back, you're too big." Steve said.

Bucky growled. “No, I want her to.. To…” bucky mumbled the rest of his sentence under his breath. 

“What?”

Bucky sighed. “I want her touch… you know, her to curl up against my side like Morgan does with y/n… i… i don't know why, i don't-”

“It sounds like your touch starved…” Strange said. “When's the last time you've hugged someone for longer than ten seconds? 

“1945.” Bucky said without even having to think. “I haven't danced since then either…”

Strange frowned. “Yeah, if you want that empty and cold feeling to go away you're gonna need to let her hold you.” he said before standing and walking off. “Wong's calling. I have to take this…”

Bucky frowned. “What so I'm just supposed to go up to her and say ‘hold me’ like I'm some baby. No thanks…”

“What are we talking about?” nat asked, plopping down on the couch. 

“Buck's too scared to tell y/n he needs a hug.” Steve teased.

Bucky punched Steve, “I will kill you.”

Nat chuckled. “Then don't tell her, just randomly come up behind her and hug her. Don't tell anyone but that's what Bruce does every morning. If he doesn't randomly hug me I know he's angry about something…”

Bucky thought about this as Nat and Steve got a call for a mission. 

“Tonight’s movie night, you can snuggle up to her for over an hour!” Steve shouted as he ran out of the room behind nat. 

Bucky smiled and stood before heading to Bruce’s lab. He decided he was going to try the surprise hug from behind thing on you.

When he arrived in the lab you were braiding Morgan's hair as she sat in a chair. Bucky smiled, Pepper had asked you to watch her one time during the blip and now wherever you went Morgan was almost always following you. If she wasnt that was probably because she was with her ‘big brother’ peter. Bucky also knew that Morgan was a little shy around him. Which didn’t surprise him, Bucky was tall, quiet, and muscular and his arm was made completely of metal. 

Bucky waited for Morgan to go over to Tony before wrapping you in a surprise hug. 

You shook your head. “Thor, how many times do I have to tell you not to do that?’ you turned and a smile spread across your face. “Oh hey bucky…” you pressed a kiss on Bucky's cheek. “Hi…” you whispered, leaning back so you were even closer to him. “What did you do?”

“What?” 

“Bucky you only hug me after you've done something you regret. What did you do?”

Bucky turned you around so you were facing him. “I honestly just wanted a hug this time…ok?”

You let your head fall on Bucky's shoulder. “Ok…”

Morgan ran back over and paused, she wasn't sure what to do. She would never tell anyone but Bucky Barnes scared her. 

Bucky gave Morgan a smile before pressing another kiss on your temple. “Love you…” he whispered before walking off. 

.-.-.

When movie night rolled around, Bucky grabbed his sweater and threw it on before heading into the main room where everyone sat together for the movie. Bucky then realized that everyone had their ‘spot’ ; this was the first time that Bucky had decided to join the movie night; he normally just used this time to have the training room all to himself. Heck, even Fury was there. 

Bucky then realized there was only one empty spot, the one right next to you. He smiled and went to sit when Morgan ran up and jumped into the empty spot. Bucky frowned. So there wasn't an empty spot for him after all.

“Bucky, come on, sit!” He looked over and saw that there was another empty spot, next to Sharon. 

“Actually, Bucky is going to sit with his girlfriend,” Nat said, getting up from her spot on Morgan's other side and going over to the empty space next to sharon. 

Sharon scowled as nat sat down next to her. “Really?” 

“What? y/n is Bucky's girlfriend.” nat said, settling down and getting comfortable. Sharon left and didn't return. Bruce pointed to Sharon's empty spot and whispered something to Steve and Sam before walking over and sitting next to Nat. 

You scooted over so he could sit. Bucky sat and slipped an arm around you while Morgan curled up with a blanket. You were surprised by Bucky's sudden hunger for touch but you weren't complaining you wanted this. You nuzzled closer and Bucky pulled you into his lap before motioning for Morgan to get in your lap. 

Tony and Pepper walked in and raised a brow. “Morgan, why don't you sit with Peter tonight?” Tony offered. 

Morgan looked up at you and you nodded. “Go on…”

“Wait, I got an idea.” Peter walked over and sat in the now empty spot on the couch and Morgan sat on his lap. “Mj isn't here tonight…”

Morgan smiled, she was a very happy five year old girl. 

Tony shook his head and sat down, opening his arms so Pepper could snuggle into his embrace. 

Once the movie started, Bucky began to feel a warm feeling in his chest as you nuzzled closer to him. “I love you, bucky…” you whispered in his ear. Bucky smiled and put his other arm around you, this was exactly what he needed, your embrace and love to fill his tired and slightly shattered heart.  

By the time the movie was half way through, Bucky had fallen asleep within his head on top of yours, making you smile. Who were you to wake him? When the movie ended, you did end up waking a very groggy bucky and pulling him to his room. You covered him with his blanket and turned to leave when Bucky grabbed your hand and held open the blanket, beckoning you to sleep in his arms.

A smile spread across your face and you slipped into the bed. “Bucky?”

“Hmmm?” he hummed, already half asleep. 

“I like this new cuddly version of you…”

Bucky smiled. “Me too…” he mumbled, placing a soft kiss on your cheek before drifting off as he held you close.

[sycamorelibrary754]

Merry Christmas

Summary: It’s the most wonderful time of the year. You and Natasha are off to the annual Stark Christmas Party. Little does the team know that a special surprise awaits them.

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Natasha x reader, Avengers x reader (platonic).

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None

A/N: This is part 2 to Happy Thanksgiving! I recommend reading it first, but it can be read as a stand-alone story as well. I hope you enjoy!

“Be down in a minute, malyshka!” Natasha called from the bedroom. 

You were standing in the cozy kitchen, savoring spoonfuls of creamy peanut butter straight from the jar, drizzled with rich chocolate sauce. You jokingly referred to it as your "homemade Reese's." It was your first pregnancy craving, prompting Nat to rush to the corner grocery store at 2 am to procure the duo of ingredients.

"No need to worry, my dear!" I'm all set for Tony's yearly Christmas gathering at the estate. I'm wearing a stunning green Sequin-Lace Halter Twist-Neck Jumpsuit, and my growing baby bump adds an extra glow to the outfit.

Natasha's arrival was announced by the confident click of her high heels. A few moments later, she appeared in a stunning, sleek red midi dress with a scoop-back design, perfectly accentuating her figure.

"Wow, Nat, you look absolutely stunning in red. It's definitely your color," you complimented.

Her smirk grew as she put on her earrings, 'So, you're choosing it over the black?' she teased.

"I never said that, did I?" with a cheeky wink.

"Is the little one loving the homemade Reese’s?" she said, grabbing her clutch.

Absolutely!" I exclaimed, setting aside the tempting chocolate and peanut butter. "How about we whip up some delicious fudge tomorrow?

"Is it because the baby has such a sweet tooth?" Nat playfully teased.

"Absolutely," you giggled coyly.

"Whatever the baby wants, I guess," she said as she enveloped you in a warm embrace, then leaned over to plant a tender kiss on your belly.

"Are you ready to drop the baby bomb tonight?" Patting Nat's head affectionately.

“I'm feeling a bit nervous," she confessed, standing upright. "I remember how everyone reacted when they learned about Clint's family. I can't help but wonder how they'll take this news.

“They will embrace their roles as the wonderful aunts and uncles they were meant to be,” you said, grabbing your wife's hand. “Plus, announcing it with the Christmas crackers is a cute idea.”

"I hope so," she whispered before planting a gentle kiss on your lips. 

Can you believe Yelena still hasn't spilled the beans?” you asked.

"Oh, that's because I warned her that if she told anyone, I would make her run with me every morning at 5 am until the baby is born," Natasha explained.

“Well played,” you replied, high-fiving your wife. 

Thank you," she smiled. "Now, come on, let's go and get into the holiday spirit.

*^~^*

As we drove to the compound, the snowflakes delicately blanketed the landscape, creating a picturesque scene of holiday cheer. Each house we passed was adorned with shimmering Christmas lights, casting a warm, enchanting glow upon the neighborhood. I reached out to hold Natasha's hand, our fingers naturally intertwining as I pressed a tender kiss to the back of her hand, savoring the moment.

Upon our arrival at the compound, a rush of inviting warmth enveloped us as you both stepped into the lobby. Natasha brushed the delicate snowflakes from your hair and coat, her caring touch bringing a sense of comfort. Together, you made our way onto the elevator, where the voice of FRIDAY greeted us, creating a tranquil atmosphere as we continued our journey.

“Ladies, Merry Christmas, and welcome to the annual Stark Christmas party!”

“Merry Christmas, FRIDAY. How’s the party so far?” You asked as the elevator hum carried you up to the living quarters.

“The festivities are in full swing. Mr. Stark is treating the guests to a medley of lively and heartwarming Christmas carols,” FRIDAY explained.

"Of course he is," you chuckled.

“He only plays that baby grand after a few drinks," Nat added. "After our month-long covert op in Romania, we flew back, and he decided to mark the occasion with a tipsy performance of ABBA’s Dancing Queen.”

"Ah, I can't believe I missed it!" you groaned, pretending to be disappointed.

As the elevator doors slid open, the vibrant red and green decorations instantly caught your eye, along with the magnificent 12-foot-tall Noble Fir Christmas tree that stood proudly in the heart of the common area. It was evident that Pepper had poured her heart into adorning the tree, carefully draping it in an array of colored lights and delicate silver and gold ornaments. The festive ambiance filled the air, evoking a sense of warmth and holiday cheer.

"Look who's here - the Romanoff's have arrived!" Clint cheered as his kids eagerly ran over to greet you and Natahsa.

As Nate leaped into your wife's embrace, you welcomed Lila and Cooper with warm hugs. Each time you saw the Barton kids, it became apparent that they had grown a little more. Banner and Cho made carrying a child that would be a combination of both your and Natasha's genes possible. Observing the striking resemblance of Clint and Laura's children to their parents, you eagerly anticipated discovering which traits your little plum would inherit from each of you.

Natasha leaned in and planted a kiss on Nathaniel's cheek. "How's my little namesake?" she grinned. "Have you been practicing those punch and kick combinations I taught you?

"Practicing the what?" Laura asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, nothing,” Natasha flashed a sly smile as Nate burst into laughter.

"You both look amazing! The green and red combination is really working for you," Clint said.

Thanks! I have to say that your Christmas sweater is quite lovely. I really dig Rudolph's glowing nose." You don't see that very often!” You teased.

“Hey, the Barton’s are the cream of the crop when it comes to ugly Christmas sweaters.”

“Clearly,” Nat stated.

"I’ll take your coats," Cooper graciously offered.

"Wow, thank you. What a gentleman," you said with a wink as you handed him yours and Natasha’s pea coats.

Looking around, you spotted Wanda adding the final decorations to trays of delicious Christmas cookies. You put a hand on Nat’s shoulder and motioned toward the kitchen. She gave you a quick nod as you meandered over to the counter. 

"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda... What do we have here?" you inquired with a sly grin.

Y/N! It's so good to see you," she exclaimed, her arms wrapping around me in one of her signature warm and comforting hugs that I always loved. "This is my parents' famous Christmas cookie recipe," she proudly announced, holding up a worn and stained piece of paper. "I managed to convince Tony and Pepper to let me take charge of the desserts this year. So, we've got batches of freshly baked cookies, the decadent Viennese torte chilling in the fridge, and the pumpkin pie just coming out to cool on the counter.

Wow, you've been keeping busy," you said with a smile. "Is there anything I can do to lend a hand?

"Sure, you can take a cookie and go mingle. I'll be finished in a few minutes," she said, handing you a delightful cookie shaped like Santa. As you bit into it, you were amazed. It was the most delicious cookie you had ever tasted.

"Wow, Wanda! This is fantastic!" you exclaimed excitedly.

"That's exactly why I'll always champion homemade goodies over store-bought ones. Now, come on, go join the fun," she said, playfully shooing you away.

You turned around to see your wife, elegantly positioned by the fireplace, conversing with Steve with a champagne glass. As you began crossing the room, Kate and Lucky, adorned in festive attire, intercepted your path.

"Y/N! It's been ages! How have you been?" Kate exclaimed, her face lighting up with excitement.

"Hey, Kate! It's great to see you and Lucky enjoying the party," while giving the Golden Retriever some affectionate pets.

"Kate joyfully exclaimed, "Yes, say hello to Santa Paws and Mrs. Claus!" Sadly, we can't seem to find Yelena. She's our dedicated elf." Kate glanced around the room with concern.

Wait, Yelena is actually dressed as an elf?!" Your eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, that's fantastic.”

“Yeah, if you see her, will you send her our way? We’re supposed to take the photo for our holiday card tonight,” Kate explained.

"Nothing would make me happier," you said with a smirk and a hand resting on Kate's shoulder.

You bid farewell to the young archer and her loyal pup before rejoining your wife.

"Hey detka," Nat greeted, gently wrapping her arm around your waist.

"Y/N, I was just telling your wife that she needs to find her holiday spirit and come Christmas caroling with us next week," Steve stated.

"Natasha singing? I'm not convinced that would do wonders for the community's morale," you quipped.

Nat giggled at the remark, "Says the woman who performs one-woman tributes to Harry Styles in the shower?"

“Hey" you interrupted, "I'll have you know that my performance of Sign of the Times has been receiving high praise.

A moment later, Tony and Pepper joined your little group, with Morgan walking alongside them.

"Hey there, Romanoffs! You've got to taste this amazing Hot Buttered Rum," Tony exclaimed.

I adore Hot Buttered Rum, but I'm in the mood for some sparkling cider tonight," you explained. "I bet Nat would enjoy some, though. Don't you think, sweetheart?”

"Sure," she said, grabbing the glass from Tony's hand. Steve looked back at you curiously.

As you looked down at Morgan, who was sitting on the cozy ottoman next to the crackling fireplace, you couldn't help but feel a deep connection. Ever since you discovered that you were expecting a baby, your heart has been inexplicably drawn to children in a way you had never experienced before.

"Hey there, cutie!" you exclaimed to the young Stark. "You're looking lovely tonight," as you crouched down to her eye level.

"Thank you so much, Aunt Y/N," she said with a big grin.

“Are you getting excited for Christmas?" you inquired. "You're at the top of Santa's nice list this year!

“Really?!” Morgan squealed.

"Definitely! I have a feeling the man in red will bring you some amazing surprises this year," you winked.

Hey, did you catch that, Daddy? Aunt Y/N just told me that I'm at the very top of the nice list!

“I sure did, squirt. I didn’t realize Aunt Y/N was so tight with St. Nick,” Tony said, eyeing you coyly.

"Of course, we're on a first-name basis. I'm amazed you're not," you said with a smirk, looking at the billionaire. You had a strong bond with Tony, treating him like a brother, but you couldn't resist teasing him.

Trust me, Mrs. Romanoff," Tony said with a smirk. "I'm way closer to Santa than you are.

“Do you have a direct line to the North Pole?” You countered.

"Are you getting milk and cookies flown in from Holland? You know those are his absolute favorites," Tony remarked, giving you a knowing look.

"Alright, that's it," your wife said as she touched your shoulders from behind. "You both know Santa. You both have giant egos. Merry Christmas," Nat mocked. "Come on, Tony, let's grab some hors d'oeuvres for our better halves. I'll be right back, detka," she said, leading the billionaire toward the kitchen.

You couldn’t help but admire Natasha as she walked away. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled at you with all the love in the world. You just about melted right there in front of the fireplace. Snapping out of your love daze, you noticed Pepper grinning at you.

“What?” you asked.

"Oh, nothing. I just can’t help but notice how glowing you look tonight," Pepper said as Morgan pulled her away towards Clint’s kids, while Steve strolled away to join Bucky in conversation with Rhodes.

"Hey, psst... psst!" a voice suddenly whispered.

You suddenly spun around just in time to see a styrofoam snowball hurtling towards your face. With lightning-fast reflexes, you snatched it out of the air smoothly.

"Great snag," a Russian voice exclaimed.

"Yelena, where are you?" You glanced around, but couldn't see my sister-in-law anywhere.

"Over here!" she called out, peeking from behind the towering seven-foot snowman beside the pool table.

"Aww, you look absolutely adorable as an elf," you giggled.

Yelena's voice was barely audible as she uttered, "If you weren't pregnant with my niece or nephew, you would be hanging upside down from the rafters right now."

"Do you know that Kate and Lucky are looking for you?" you asked.

“Why do you think I’m hiding behind the enormous snowman? Kate Bishop forced me to dress in this saccharin American Christmas costume, and now she wants photographic evidence of it.” Yelena said.

"Because she loves you, silly," she said with a smile, arms crossed over her chest.

"Dinner time, detka. Let's go," Natasha called out and then abruptly halted, bursting into laughter at the sight of her sister.

“Tred carefully, sestra,” Yelena threatened. 

Nope, I'm loving this. Isn't this the new mission suit attire?" she said, playfully tapping the bell hanging from her elf hat. "Maybe we can convince Stark to level up this outfit with some Widow Bites action.

“Do you have a death wish?” Yelena sneered.

“Come on, you adorable elf, it’s time for dinner,” you say as you place an arm around your best friend’s shoulder.

*^~^*

As you sat next to your wife at the elegant Astoria Grand Giovani dining table, the soft touch of Natasha's hand sent a gentle warmth through you. You turned to her and caught her shy smile; her cheeks tinged with a rosy, festive blush.

Pepper rose from her seat beside Tony at the head of the lavishly decorated holiday table. With warmth in her voice and a genuine smile, she addressed the gathered guests. "Before we savor this delectable holiday spread, I want to express our deep gratitude for every one of you being here," she said, gently clasping Tony's hand. "Every person in this room understands the preciousness of life, and we cherish every moment together. We want you to know how much we love you, and we wish you all a Merry Christmas."

"Cheers!" Thor exclaimed a few seats away, raising his glass as clinking filled the table.

The festive Christmas feast brought an abundance of delightful dishes to savor. The centerpiece was a perfectly roasted turkey, surrounded by tempting trimmings. Freshly baked bread, creamy mashed potatoes, and garden-fresh vegetables, delicately roasted and complemented with balsamic vinegar, graced the table. Laughter filled the air as the group indulged in cheerful conversation and shared a medley of lighthearted, albeit incredibly corny, jokes.

As the evening progressed, pregnancy mood swings began to intensify. Amidst the gathering, a wave of emotion washed over you as you and your extended family relished the holiday season together.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Carol's eyes held a deep sense of concern as she gazed at you from across the table.

Oh, yeah," you say, dabbing at the corner of your eyes with a napkin. "I'm fine.

"The holidays always tug at her heartstrings," Natasha covered, resting her head on your shoulder.

After your delicious dinner, you assisted Wanda in setting up the dessert spread. Placing the Christmas cookies in the center, you carefully arranged the Viennese torte and the pumpkin pie on either side. As the evening progressed, you passed around coffee and dessert wine; all enjoying the company and the sweet treats.

The room was filled with the cozy warmth of full bellies and slightly sleepy eyes as the group relaxed in the living room. Soft, enchanting Christmas music filled the air, creating the perfect backdrop for the kids' lively discussions about their Christmas wishes and what they hoped Santa would bring them this year.

"Alright, Kate Bishop, let's hurry up with this photo. I can't wait to change into my pajamas," Yelena declared as she reluctantly rose from the couch.

You got it! Stay right there. Come here, Lucky," Kate called out as the dog happily bounded over. "Vision, could you snap the photo for us?

"Of course, Ms. Bishop," he said, confidently taking the Canon EOS R-50 from the archer's hands.

“It is customary to say cheese before a picture, but since it is Christmas time, perhaps you should say mistletoe?” Vision inquired.

"Just take the picture," Yelena said dryly, a hint of impatience in her voice.

Kate's voice echoed through the room, 'Mistletoe!'

"Hey, we're getting one of these cards, right?" you eagerly looked at your wife.

“I had Kate put us down for two,” she smirked.

*^~^*

As darkness descended, you leaned back and rested your tired head on Nat's comforting lap, feeling the soothing sensation of her fingers gently running through your hair.

Natasha glanced at her watch, noting the late hour. "Are you ready to drop the baby bomb?"

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I'll grab the Christmas crackers," you declared, getting up from the sofa.

"Hey everyone, Y/N and I have a surprise for you," your wife nervously announced as you handed out the gold and silver novelties to the team.

"Christmas crackers? Seriously? I was expecting something a bit more extravagant… Oww!" Tony complained as Pepper playfully pinched his arm.

You smiled nervously, your heart racing as you reached for Natasha. The snap of the festive crackers echoed merrily across the room, adding to the holiday cheer. Clint's eyes lit up as he was the first to reach inside and carefully remove the tiny gift from the cracker. The little round ceramic white ornament, delicately tied to a vibrant red ribbon, appeared in his hand, reflecting the warm glow of the holiday lights. Lila, Cooper, and Nate, their faces filled with excitement and curiosity, eagerly huddled around their dad to get a glimpse as Clint slowly turned the ornament to read the inscription, a moment of joy and togetherness shared by the entire family.

"Uncle Clint?" he read, looking up at Natasha in complete shock.

Sam couldn't believe it and shouted, "No way!"

As Wanda, Carol, and Kate gazed upon their unique ornaments, they couldn't help but shout a collective scream of joy. Each ornament proudly displayed its name, followed by the cherished title of "Aunt."

Thor exclaimed, 'This is joyous news!'

Pepper jumped to her feet and wrapped you in a bear hug, while Laura did the same with Natasha.

“How far along are you?” Wanda asked.

“Almost three months,” Yelena cut in.

"Wait, you knew?! Why didn't you tell me?" Kate yelled, slapping her girlfriend on the arm.

“Because I want to sleep in!” Yelena shouted.

"Nat, I'm thrilled for you," Steve exclaimed, gently kissing her cheek.

Bucky enveloped you in a warm embrace, planting a soft kiss on your head.

"Are you prepared to take on the role of Uncle Bucky?" You lock eyes with him.

His face froze in sheer panic, like a deer caught in the headlights.

“You’ll be great, Buck,” you chuckled. 

Bruce and Helen wrapped Natasha in a warm, heartfelt embrace, simultaneously holding her close from both sides.

Helen turned to you with a look of relief. "Now that everyone knows, we can openly discuss your pregnancy," she said. "Have you been taking your prenatal vitamins regularly?

"Don't forget, you've got an appointment on Friday," Bruce said.

Without a second thought, you replied, "Yes and yes," as Natasha leaned in to gently kiss your cheek, followed by another on your belly.

Tony swaggered up to you with his trademark smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Bracing yourself for one of his classic Stark one-liners or a cheeky joke, you were entirely taken off guard when he unexpectedly enveloped you in a comforting and heartfelt hug.

“Congratulations, Romanoff,” Tony said. “It looks like you do know Santa best.” 

[reidingandwriting]

darlin’ i’d wait for you > p.p.

Word Count: ~5,000

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Warnings: The author entirely makes up how the memory erasing spell would work, mild language throughout, mentions of an attempted mugging

Author’s Note: What watching NWH for the first time in two years does to a mf! Cross posted on my ao3 account. Peter deserves a happy ending and by god I’m giving him one!!

It was a cold night that night. Peter swung through the city, happy things were relatively calm tonight. though he wouldn’t mind a little more action so he could fight and warm up a little. He was about to turn in for the night, anyway, so Peter could cope.

It was on his swing back home that he saw it. Three bulking men cornering one person in an alley. Peter perched on the rooftop, assessing the scene before he jumped in. Two appeared to be unarmed, but Peter froze when he saw the gun the third pulled out. Peter quickly shot a web at the gun, yanking it out of his hands and up towards the roof before he dove in. One direct kick to the face had the first guy out cold.

Peter dodged the punch from one of the others and he narrowly missed another punch from the other. Peter landed a punch of his own to one of the men and webbed him to the wall before doing the same to the remaining guy. Peter webbed the guy who had the gun against the side of the dumpster in case he woke up, and then he turned to face you.

“Holy shit. Thank you so much, Spider-Man.” Peter froze when he heard your voice and he was grateful to the mask for hiding his expression. You. Tony's child, his former partner… all before Doctor Strange’s spell erased all memories of peter parker from the world. Realization flashed in your eyes and Peter felt his heart skip a beat from your smile. Did you remember? “Spidey! I haven't seen you in forever it feels like. It’s been ages, hasn’t it?”

Of course you didn’t remember him. You knew Spider-Man from him working with the Avengers, but you didn’t know him. Most of the time he spent with your family was as Peter. Spider-Man had been a rare visitor to the Stark family; what was the point of hiding behind the Spider-Man persona when you all knew him? Why hide from someone who had been to his and May’s home countless times? From the same someone who had spent hours in the lab with him making improvements to the spider suit.

“Yeah. Yeah, it has been, hasn’t it?” Peter rubbed the back of his neck and you still smiled that bright, warm smile. Peter's eyes began to burn with the feeling of unshed tears; god he had missed you so much. “I'm, uh, surprised you’re out here this late.”

“Wasn’t supposed to be. Happy was running a little late picking me up, and I thought it would be quicker for me to just walk over to his, but then that happened,” you laughed and Peter couldn’t help but smile as well.

“Do- do you want an escort? Or I could wait with you until you’re picked up. My patrol is over anyways, and I don’t. I don't have anywhere else to be.” Peter offered and you nodded.

“Let me just,” your phone ringing cut you off and you smiled apologetically at him. “One second, sorry.” You dug your phone out of your pocket and answered it, holding it to your ear. “Hey, Hap!” Peter could faintly make out happy on the other line and his heart ached. Happy… Peter tuned out the majority of your conversation, not wanting to eavesdrop and violate your privacy, even if he kind of wanted to just to hear Happy’s voice some more. You hung up the phone a moment later and Peter turned to look at you.

“What's the plan?”

“Since I'm not too far from Happy, I think I'll walk over to where he’s waiting. Are you sure you don’t mind walking with me? I'm sure you’re ready to get home by now.” Home. Peter wanted to laugh- home didn’t exist to him anymore. Not one he could have, anyways.

“Wouldn’t be very friendly neighborhood Spider-Man of me to let you walk by yourself, especially after you’ve already been cornered once. At gunpoint,” Peter emphasized and you merely shrugged.

“Unfortunately something I've gotten somewhat immune to. The panic will hit later,” Your tone was joking but Peter knew the weight behind your words. You were like your dad. So good at bottling up emotions and being able to put them to good use. Until the bottle eventually filled and you cracked. You had gotten better about bottling up and your emotions hit faster now- even if you did have delayed reactions to trauma at this point. “I guess we should start walking then, huh?”

Peter followed just a step behind you as you walked to Happy’s. You made small talk with Peter, asking him how patrols were going and how he had been lately. Peter brushed over that question and turned it back on you, and you happily obliged. You had just left your friend Betty’s since it was her birthday, and you were about to go back home to celebrate the holidays with Happy, your mom, and sister. Pepper and Morgan…

It had taken a few visits for Morgan to warm up to Peter, but she had quickly worked her way into his heart and she rather quickly learned that she had Peter (and most everyone who knew her) wrapped around her finger. He had countless movie nights with you and the younger Stark and Peter remembered the first time Morgan chose to cuddle into his side during the movie like it was yesterday.

“What about you, Spidey? Any plans for the holidays?” Your question startled Peter and he shook his head. “Nothing?”

“I.. I don't really have anyone to celebrate with. Will probably just stay in, watch some movies. Maybe do an extra long patrol, gotta make sure everyone else gets to be safe during the holidays.” There goes that look Peter missed- you were thinking about something; your brows furrowed just slightly and your nose scrunched in contemplation.

“Well, if you get lonely. You should reach out to me.” You dug in your bag for a moment before you pulled out a sticky note and pen. You wrote quickly before you handed the note to him- your number. Of course he had it already, had long since memorized it, but you didn’t know that. “No pressure or anything at all but. It can get lonely this time of year, and my dad always spoke highly of you. So if you ever just need someone to talk to or anything,” you sounded a little uncertain. Anxious, even. “I unfortunately adopted my dad’s horrible sleeping patterns so I should just be a text away.”

“Thank you. So much,” When Peter said your name, you blinked in surprise that quickly smoothed out. Right, Spider-Man knew your name, why wouldn’t he? A familiar voice snapped you and Peter back to reality and you waved excitedly.

“Did something happen? Why is Spider-Man walking with you?” You hesitated briefly and Peter stepped in.

“We ran into each other while I was swinging around. My patrol was ending anyways, and it wasn’t out of my way to walk with them.” Peter lied smoothly. It was completely out of his way and he didn’t want to mention the fact that you had almost been mugged, potentially worse. Selfishly, he wanted another chance to see you and he knew he wouldn’t get that opportunity if Happy knew what happened.

“He was great company,” you flashed Peter a grateful smile before you turned back to Happy.

“Thanks, Spider-Man. I've got it from here.” Happy looked at him and Peter nodded.

“I hope I'll hear from you, Spidey.” You said and Peter smiled. Peter said his goodbyes before he swung away, leaving you and Happy outside his apartment complex.

Peter barely locked his door and tore off his mask before tears filled his eyes. God he missed you. Missed Happy, Pepper, Morgan, all his friends. You may not remember him, but he hoped this could be the start of starting over with you. He had to have you in his life again, even if he was just a stranger to you right now.

-

Two weeks had passed since you had run into Spider-Man and you were feeling odd. You had trouble sleeping the night you got home and you assumed it was the stress from having the gun pulled out on you. Every night since then, you’ve had dreams that felt strangely like memories? A few of them included your friends MJ and Ned, but they all had some guy with a blurry face in them. His voice in the memories was a little distorted, but vaguely familiar at the same time.

You were doing some cleaning when you found an old sketchbook and you took a moment to go through a few of the pages, and you tilted your head when again, you saw the faceless guy from your dreams. How could you not remember him? You stopped when you saw a polaroid in the middle of your sketchbook, a picture of you and your father with the faceless guy in the middle. You slammed the book shut and tried to focus on controlling your breathing. You slid down against the wall, hands trembling.

Who was this person? How was he such a prominent part of your life but you couldn’t remember him? You buried your face in your hands and you barely processed the click of your door opening.

“Since MJ is coming over, what do you think about- kid?” Pepper's voice sounded through the room and you looked up. “Hey, what happened?” Pepper rushed over and took a seat beside you. Her hands cupped your face as her thumbs wiped away the tears you hadn’t even noticed beginning to fall.

“Do you ever feel like there’s something you’re just missing?” You nodded towards the sketchbook and Pepper cautiously grabbed it, and she flipped through the pages. She stopped when she saw the polaroid and looked at you. “I feel like I'm going crazy, Mom. I know who this is, I have to know. But I can't remember him. Ever since I ran into Spider-Man, I've been having these dreams. I think they’re memories and they all have him in them. I thought I was just making him up and then I saw this. I don't know what’s wrong with me, why can’t I remember him?”

“I don’t remember this either.” Pepper said and you looked at her, confused. “I remember taking this picture but him?” Pepper tapped the person in the middle. “Not a clue who he is. I can ask Happy if you want? Maybe he remembers?” You nodded before you curled into Pepper’s side. Your mom’s arms wrapped around you, and she leaned her head against yours. “We'll figure it out, somehow.”

You tried to have a normal rest of your night. You helped your mom cook dinner for everyone, you all played a game with Morgan before tucking her into bed with a bedtime story, and you, MJ, and your mom watched some mindless reality show before she went to bed. The night ended the same way, with her kissing your head and telling you not to stay up too late, and you stayed on the couch for a while longer before returning to your room. You and MJ laid on your bed and MJ let out a loud sigh.

“Okay, what’s up?” MJ asked and you turned towards her. “You’ve been acting off all night and you’re guarding your phone. I’m all for some quiet body doubling time, but you seem a little checked out.”

“It’s gonna sound crazy,” you said and MJ shrugged.

“I’m no stranger to crazy.” And so you told her. You told her how you ran into Spider-Man and how you have felt odd ever since. You told her about the weird dreams and how you feel like your memories are incomplete and you’re missing something. You showed her the sketchbook, the photo, and you took a deep breath.

“I reached out to Happy and he doesn’t remember him either, but he says he’ll try to look into things. I, uh, have my own plan if he’ll ever answer me.”

“Who?” MJ asked.

“Have you ever seen that… really strange building in the city?”

-

“Thanks for letting me in,” You said to Doctor Strange, Stephen he insisted, as you took a seat in his… was lair the right term? Office felt too informal but lair felt too menacing. Whatever.

“I must admit I was curious as to why you wanted to see me. I don’t think we’ve spoken since the funeral.” Stephen said and you nodded.

“Never had much of a reason to. We didn’t know each other before, and I was,” you trailed off, “occupied after. Between my sister and helping my mom with the company, and this new thing that’s occurred.” Stephen hummed in response and made a gesture for you to continue speaking. “I think some kind of magic has interfered with my life and altered my memories.” Stephen paused, genuinely looking like he was blue screening, and you began to speak again when he raised his hand.

“What exactly do you think has been altered?” Stephen asked, words coming out slowly, like he was still processing what he had heard.

“I think a person has been removed from my memories. Not just mine. Mine, my family’s, my friends. I have a feeling it’s bigger than that, and.” You trailed off.

“I would be the only one- well, not the only one capable- but I would be the only one to risk a spell of that caliber.” Your lips twitched upwards into a smirk and Stephen rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of amusement on his face as well. “Is it just your memories that have changed?” You shook your head and pulled the photo from your bag and you held it out to him. Stephen took it carefully, studying it.

“I have drawings of him, but the faces are all blank. I can see him in my dreams, I can hear his voice.” Your voice cracked. “I don’t even know who this is, but with each day that passes, the pain of losing whoever he is gets worse.” Stephen’s eyes met yours and you continued. “I can’t sleep without him being involved. I keep getting these deja vu moments but they’re incomplete. Hell, even my camera roll on my phone is messed up. Every picture or video he’s in? His face is blurry and his voice is distorted. Every night it gets worse. Like my brain wants me to remember, but I can’t.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You can’t cry in front of the wizard, that would be so embarrassing.

“Did something specific trigger this? When did you notice your memories had been affected?” Stephen asked and you sighed.

“After I ran into Spider-Man two weeks ago. I was walking to meet Happy, and some guys had cornered me. Spider-Man saved me and from that night on, I feel like my brain has been scrambled.” Stephen’s eyes widened a fraction. “You’re missing something too, aren’t you?” Your question came out more as a statement and Stephen stood. You quickly stood and when Stephen saw you stand, he walked out of the room and down the hall to another room. This room was darker, much more lair-ish, filled with books and other mystical looking items. Stephen’s strangely sentient cape fluttered over, whipping around you in some oddly cute form of greeting? before it flew over to Stephen and settled on his shoulders.

“I’m fuzzy on the details, but I remember seeing Spider-Man recently. We were fighting over some containment box that had a powerful spell in it. Then suddenly I was in the city, near the Statue of Liberty. Something big was happening and I performed some spell to help Spider-Man and I don’t remember anything after. Suddenly I was home and I guess I never looked further into it.” Stephen pulled a book from a shelf and flipped it open, rapidly scanning the pages until he landed on it. “This was the spell I had to contain.” As Stephen told you about the basics of the spell, your heart ached. What could have happened to Spider-Man that made him need a memory erasing spell?

“Then Spider-Man must have asked you to do another memory erasing spell. Hiding his identity?”

“More like erasing it. The universe as we knew it was breaking, the multiverse is real. And it almost became a real threat to our universe. Whatever I did fixed it. The multiverse is safe, but-”

“Now no one remembers who our hero really is,” you said. “I’m guessing there’s no way to counteract the spell.”

“No safe way to do it, even if we discovered who Spider-Man is. If it even could be reversed, the threat would return. These people were after Spider-Man, whoever he is. If the spell was reversed, those same people could very well slip through and become a problem all over again. Likely worse than before.”

“Shit. There’s no winning, is there? He just has to exist for the rest of his life, alone.”

“He may be alone, but it is odd that your memories are seemingly trying to come back. Has anyone else you’ve told experienced anything similar?” You shook your head. “He has you, then.” Stephen made eye contact with you. “Memory altering spells like this are unpredictable at best. For whatever reason, your brain is trying to make the connections. And from what I know about your family, if you are anything like your father, you are the best person to figure this out. I’m happy to assist however I can, but you, kid? You’re Spider-Man’s best chance at having anyone remember him again.”

-

It had been a few days since Peter had last contacted you. He didn’t text you often, scared to bother you. You always responded whenever he did reach out, but Peter hesitated when it came to you. Selfishly, he wanted to be in your life again. But he was terrified he would only hurt you again. That’s what he seemed best at and he couldn’t put you through that pain again. It’s been about three weeks since your first run-in and Peter hadn’t seen you in person again. He was starting to think it was a sign that he didn’t deserve to be in your life anymore.

It was raining as he came home from patrol that night. His apartment complex was in sight and he fumbled when he saw you outside of his building. Peter perched on a lamp post near you and called your name, and you jumped when you heard him.

“Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me!” You held a hand to your chest when you saw him, and Peter winced.

“Sorry, sorry! What are you doing out here?” Peter hopped down to stand in front of you. God, you were drenched. Your hair laid flat, soaked from the storm and Peter looked around. “Actually, let’s not have this conversation outside. You’re gonna get sick and your mom would kill me.” Peter opened an arm for you. “I need you to hold onto me.”

“Hold onto you?”

“I can’t exactly walk through the front door,” Peter gestured to himself.

“Right. Sorry.” You walked over to him and Peter wrapped an arm around you, lifting you just enough to support you before he shot a web towards his fire escape. You yelped as you clung to him and Peter carefully set you down once he was steady on the fire escape. Peter slid his window open and carefully helped you in before he climbed through, shutting the window behind him. Peter felt self conscious as you looked around the minimally decorated apartment. Peter didn’t have the money for anything beyond the essentials, and he knew his apartment looked more like a crash pad than a home.

“Do you have, like, towels or anything? I don’t want to,” you trailed off, and Peter sprung into action.

“Right! Sorry. Towels are in the bathroom. I’ll grab you one real quick.” Peter rushed to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. “Here, let me grab you something dry to change into.” Peter left the bathroom and walked towards his closet in the hall. He grabbed a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants and handed them to you. You thanked Peter before you disappeared into the bathroom and Peter looked around. He could, shit. He could at least get you a glass of water, right? Peter walked to the kitchen and grabbed two cups, filling them both with ice and water. God, why did he feel so sick? It was you. He knows you, he loves you. You had never judged him before, why would you now?

Peter had just set up the glasses when you came out of the bathroom. He swore his heart skipped a few beats when he saw you in his sweatshirt, and you played with the end of the sleeve.

“I, uh, left my clothes in your shower. Thanks for these,” you said and Peter nodded. God Peter was so glad he had tidied up this morning.

“No problem. It’s not much but make yourself at home. Should’ve dropped by tomorrow, tomorrow is grocery day and I could’ve had more for you,” Peter said and you shook your head as you sat on the edge of his bed. Peter stood by the other edge of the bed and you tilted your head.

“Keeping the suit on? Isn’t it a little wet?” Peter’s eyes widened and he rushed to his closet to change, and he barely heard your faint huff of laughter. Peter stared at himself in the mirror, mask still on his face after he had changed. He didn’t know what to do. Not like revealing his identity would change anything, but he felt safer behind the mask. With a sigh, he left the bathroom and your smile fell to a frown when you saw the mask. “Can we talk, Spidey?” Peter took a seat beside you and you both turned to face each other. Your gaze was determined, hopeful, and anxious all at the same time and Peter couldn’t tell if he wanted to look into your eyes forever or look away from the emotion in them.

“The floor is yours,” Peter said and you let out a breath.

“I may sound batshit insane, so please. Just listen to me until I’m done.” You said and Peter nodded. After a moment, you began to speak. “I know who you are.” Peter swore his heart stopped for a beat or two. “Or I did at least. You knew me, my family, my friends. Our friends, I guess I should say. But something happened and now no one knows you. Doctor Strange did some kind of spell for whatever saving the multiverse reason, and everyone forgot about you. The man behind Spider-Man.” Your eyes began to water and Peter wanted to reach out, to hold you close. But he was frozen.

“Ever since we ran into each other those weeks ago, I’ve been having these dreams. Memories, more like, but there was something missing in them. You. I could see the memories, I could hear your voice and see you. But I couldn’t remember who the voice belonged to. I couldn’t see the face, it was all blurry and distorted. I have a picture of us with my dad, I have countless videos and pictures in my camera roll; all of them having a person with a blurry face and distorted voice. For three weeks, you’ve been on my mind, awake or not. I’ve spent the last five days trying to find you, trying to figure out anything about you. Every file I found, redacted. Eventually, I just tracked your usual patrol route and your response time to local crimes and hoped I would stumble across you. I’d been walking around for at least two hours to find you, because somehow. I just know you’re the person I’m missing.” Your hands reached out and settled on Peter’s shoulders, and it took all of Peter’s restraint not to melt into your touch as he whispered your name. “Can I…?” You tapped the side of Peter’s neck and he nodded.

You moved slowly, as if you’d hurt him, as your hands traveled. You stuck your thumbs under the mask and you looked at Peter. Only when he nodded did you start to pull the mask off. The seconds it took you to pull the mask off felt like hours to Peter, and you let the mask fall beside you as you studied Peter. You reached out towards him, motions careful as you moved, and you rested one of your hands on his cheek. Peter felt the first tear slip and then you blinked.

It was like Peter was seeing an entirely new person again. Your eyes flashed with a million different emotions until they settled on recognition. Your eyes were wide and your own eyes began to fill up with tears.

“Peter?” You whispered and the dam broke. Peter let out a choked sob as he nodded and you threw yourself into his arms, clinging to him just as quickly as he clung to you. “Oh my god, Peter.” One of your hands tangled in his hair, the other hand gripped the material of his shirt like a vice. You moved back just enough to look at him, and Peter let out a teary laugh as his forehead rested against your own.

“I missed you so much.” Tears were falling from Peter’s cheeks and you somehow did the impossible by pulling Peter even closer to you. “How, how do you?”

“I don’t know,” You laughed in between your cries. “I don’t know how but oh my god, Peter.” You pulled back, his brown eyes meeting your own, and you smiled at him. So happy, so familiar, so full of love. Peter cupped your cheeks and pressed a kiss to your lips, which you happily returned.

You remembered him. Peter wasn’t entirely alone anymore. He had you. The love of his life, one of his best friends. When you broke apart, you cupped Peter’s face in your hands and wiped his tears away with your thumbs. “I thought I’d be alone forever. That no one would ever remember me. And I couldn’t, I couldn’t make myself talk to anyone new because all I do is get people hurt and-”

“Shhh, that’s not true. Not true at all.” You raked your fingers through his hair and Peter slumped into you. “I told you, you’d have me forever. Just took a little while for me to find you again.” You kissed Peter’s head and ran one hand up and down his back, the other gently working out the tangles in his hair. Peter’s breathing began to steady and he closed his eyes. For the first time in what felt like ages, he was content.

“What’s gonna happen now?” Peter asked and you hummed.

“First, you’re gonna rest. Your dark circles could rival my own,” you teased and Peter huffed in response, but a smile still lit up his face. “I told my mom I would be out tonight, so tomorrow morning, we’ll decide what our next steps are. I know there’s a few people who would like to meet you again, but if you’re not ready, we’ll wait.”

“I want to see them again. I’ve missed everyone so much, but I don’t know if I’m ready.” Peter trailed off. “I’m really scared.” Peter admitted. “I’m scared when I see them again, they won’t want to get to know me again. I’m scared I’ll wake up and this will all be a fluke; you’ll have forgotten me and I’ll be alone all over again.” Peter’s grip on you tightened and you continued to comb through his hair, hoping to soothe him.

“They’re your best friends, Peter. They’ll love you.” Peter was fully laying against you at this point, and you shifted so you could lean back as well. “I know my mom will too, and Morgan will be so happy to have a big brother again. But you’re in control, okay? You get to choose when we meet, who we meet.” Peter let out a shaky breath as he buried his face in your neck, and you closed your eyes. “Just say the word and I’ll make it happen.”

“I love you.” Peter pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. “So much.”

“I love you even more.” And for the first time in weeks, you both fell into a dreamless sleep. The next afternoon, you and Peter stood outside your family's cabin. Your hand held Peter's and he squeezed your hand.

You had told your mom you were bringing company over, but you had been vague about the details. Kind of hard to explain everything over a phone call, you rationalized to Peter. You had Peter's bag on your back, with enough clothes to last him a few days, and his suit just in case. Neither of you seemed fond of the idea of separating now that you finally had each other again and if your mom didn't understand, you were willing to stay with Peter at a hotel because 'I love you, Peter, but this apartment is not it. Maybe I can buy you out of your lease,' you had said with a laugh but you were half joking. Whatever your next move ended up being, you'd do it together.

With one final nod, you walked inside with Peter, ready to re-introduce him to your family; ready for him to be a part of your family again.

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

Picnics and Starks.

Wanda Maximoff x Stark fem!reader.

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Translations: “Hola hermosa.” Hello beautiful.

“Mami.” Mom.

“Detka.” Baby.

“Cariño.” Dear.

“Hijita.” Daughter.

“Amor.” Love.

Word count: 4,180.

Masterlist.

It was a hot summer day and Wanda Maximoff found herself making her way up the massive driveway of her girlfriend, Y/N Stark's house, feeling beyond terrified as today would be the day she would be celebrating her first annual Stark picnic party, therefore ensuring she would be meeting the rest of her girlfriend's extended family.

As Wanda got closer to the huge double doors, she wiped her sweaty palms on her shorts and exhaled a breath to help settle her nerves, "okay Wanda, you can do this," she whispers to herself as she presses the doorbell, heart racing in anticipation.

As she waits for a minute she hears rustling and yelling coming from inside the house and she sends a quick prayer up above once the doorknob starts rattling, that the person to greet her is either you, Pepper or Tony.

Once the door swings open, the redhead lets out a sigh in relief as your smiling face comes into view.

“Hey baby, you made it!” You exclaim happily, pulling your girlfriend in by the waist and kissing her softly.

Wanda hums against your lips, feeling her nerves wash away as she stands in your arms, a smile over taking her face, “hello good-looking,” the redhead whispers with a loving smile.

“Hola hermosa,” you reply with a playful wink. “How you doing? You okay to meet everyone?” You ask your girlfriend as you hold her against your chest.

Wanda plays with the collar of your shirt lightly, her lip caught between her teeth as she shakes her head slowly, “honestly detka, I'm nervous. What if they don't like me?” She questions softly.

You move back slightly, taking her face into your hands, rubbing soothing circles on her cheekbones, “hey Wands, look at me,” you say just as soft and nervous green eyes meet yours. “They are going to love you. My parents, Tony, Pepper and Morgan already do and they're the most important people in my life. This is just an extension of that love, and if they don't like you, then they are all idiots and I could care less what they have to say,” you tell your girlfriend with conviction, “but they will love you Max, because you're wonderful, and you make me truly happy. Plus what's not to love, you're the best!” You say, a dopey lovesick smile on your face, eyes crinkled in delight.

Wanda laughs, enamored at the sight of your happiness, “okay, I trust you babe, let's do this,” she says after a minute.

You take Wanda's hand, rubbing soothing circles to help ease her nerves as you both make your way through the huge house. “I'm with you every step of the way, if it gets to be too much let me know and we're out of here,” you tell Wanda and she nods appreciatively once you make it to your big backyard.

As Wanda is looking around, she catches sight of your brother, his wife and some of their closest friends near the grill and some tables, as some others are by or in the pool and the tension she felt in her shoulders melts away.

“Let's go say hi to Tony,” you say, as you pull the redhead towards your older brother and his friends. Once you’re near your older brother you reluctantly let go of Wanda's hand, “Tony!” You exclaim excitedly to your brother that is manning the grill.

“Hey! Short stack!” Tony says just as excited, as he hands the spatula to the person beside him and pulls you in for a tight bear hug.

“I'm not a short stack,” you mutter into your brother's shoulder, “I'm literally an inch taller than you,” you pout, causing the people around you to let out a laugh.

“Technicalities kid,” he says as he pulls back, his signature smirk on his face, “so how are you?” He asks sincerely, an arm going around your shoulders, “are you doing okay? Taking care of yourself?” He says looking at you softly, being a dad has done him wonders.

“Yeah Tony, I'm doing great, thanks for asking,” you say with an appreciative smile, “how are you guys doing? How's the little critter? Where is she by the way?” You ask, scanning the backyard for your niece.

Tony walks a short distance with you away from the grill, “we're great! She's as great as can be and she's over by the pool with Steve and Bucky,” he says with a smile, pointing out his daughter dressed in a cute pink swimsuit and a matching pink life vest, splashing around two of the men you've known for a good portion of your life. “She is an extreme troublemaker though. Just as chaotic as you were at age 4. I swear, if you two have children, I hope they're as bad as you were at that age so you can see what I had to deal with,” Tony says with a chuckle, looking between you and Wanda, causing both of you to blush at the topic of having children together.

“I wasn't a troublemaker,” you mumble shyly, looking at the ground, cheeks burning red.

“You so were a troublemaker!” Tony says mildly offended, “you nearly gave me a heart-attack every time we went out because of how much trouble you caused,” he begins ranting, “you literally made me swear off teen pregnancy!” Tony exclaims, drawing eyes to you both at his loud outburst.

“Tony, shut up!” You whisper yell with a laugh covering your brother's mouth with your hands, “I get it, okay, I was a little shit,” you say and Wanda lets out an amused laugh.

Tony begins swatting your arms, “get your hands off of me,” he huffs, pushing you away from him and you laugh harder.

“Well then shut up, because you're causing a scene,” you say, your older brother looking scandalized.

“I'm causing a scene?” Tony gasps, his voice going slightly higher.

“Yes, you're causing a scene,” you tease, a smirk on your face because you know just how well to get under your brother's skin.

“Oh, you take that back or I'll show you a scene,” Tony says, advancing towards you quickly, causing you to run behind Wanda, grabbing both her arms and maneuvering her as if she were a human shield, protecting you from your brother, “get over here kid,” he says, arms trying to reach around Wanda to get to you.

“No,” you say playfully, still using your girlfriend's body to help you deflect his hands.

“Come on, I just wanna talk,” Tony says exasperated, still running circles around the redhead.

“Oh no you don't, you want to hurt me,” you laugh.

“Nuh uh,” he says childishly, causing you to laugh out even louder, “please Y/N/N leave lovely Wanda out of this and let's talk,” Tony says with a faux softness, seizing his movements, causing you to stop as well. “See that wasn't so hard, was it?” He says, and once you're caught off guard enough, he quickly says, “sorry Wanda,” and softly pushes your girlfriend to the side to reach you, putting you in a chokehold and rubbing his knuckles on your head as he has done plenty of times before.

“Ow, shit Tony, let go you fucker,” you yell, your arms going to push at your brother's waist in an attempt to shove him off and break your head free.

“No, take it back,” he says his arms tight, just enough to keep your head in a hold without actually hurting you.

“But you were causing a scene,” you say, not one to back down.

“No, I wasn't.”

“Yes, you were.”

“No, I wasn't.”

“Yes, you were.”

You begin arguing back and forth, tussling about.

“Children, please stop your bickering,” you hear a voice above you say, and both you and Tony stop to look at Pepper, an amused smile on her face, “Tony, let your sister go,” she demands and your brother let's go immediately, “now, both of you, apologize to each other,” the blonde says sternly, causing both you and Tony to look like scolded kids.

“I'm sorry,” you both mutter and the people around you let out laughs.

“Now, hug it out,” Pepper smiles, and both you and Tony do, pulling away in a second, proceeding to stick your tongues out at each other. “Oh, my god, Pepper laughs, “children. You two are literal children,” Pepper says, turning to face your laughing girlfriend. “Hello Wanda, how are you?” Pepper asks, arms wrapping around the redhead.

“I'm doing great Pep, how are you?” Wanda asks sincerely, returning the hug.

“I'm great as well,” she smiles, “but, I think my child needs a nap.”

Tony looks at his wife with a frown of confusion and asks, “what? Is Morgan tired? She slept on the way here.”

Pepper shakes her head and says, “not Morgan, you! Now quit being a cranky pants, stop fighting with your sister and get back to manning the grill. You handed the spatula to Nat and if we want any more burgers and hotdogs, you better take over quickly,” the blonde teases.

Causing an offended, “hey!” To be heard through the backyard.

As your brother walks away from you by orders of his wife, you make your way towards some of Tony's friends.

“Hey Nat,” you greet the offended redhead that is sitting down in a chair, sulking while drinking a beer.

“Hey kid,” the slightly older woman greets happily, standing up to pull you into a hug.

“You remember my girlfriend Wanda, right?” You say as you move back towards the redhead, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Of course I remember her, we've met a couple of times Y/N,” Natasha laughs, rolling her eyes teasingly, “Wanda, good to see you again,” she says kindly, also pulling your girlfriend into a hug.

“Good to see you again too Nat,” Wanda nods with a smile as she pulls back.

“So, not that I don't want to spend some time with you two, but you should really go around and greet everyone else. They haven't taken their eyes off of you since you both walked in,” Natasha says with a head nod in the general direction of the rest of your family and both you and Wanda turn around to see that everyone is, in fact, looking at you.

At this, Wanda immediately puts her hand in yours, her nerves suddenly reappearing tenfold, causing her to tense. Something that Natasha immediately notices.

“You've got this Wanda,” the woman says with a smile, hand coming to squeeze your girlfriend's shoulder reassuringly, “you'll do great, they're all pretty cool, except for a few bad seeds, but you've got mini Stark with you, she won't let anything bad happen to you,” Natasha winks at you both softly and you smile in appreciation. “Come and find me later, we definitely need to catch up,” the redhead says and you both nod, then walk away in search of your parents.

As you locate your mother talking to some of your aunts, you pull Wanda towards the small circle and greet your mother.

“Hey Mami, look who's here,” you say, a smile overtaking your face.

“Wanda!” Your mother greets happily, pulling your girlfriend into a hug, “I'm so glad you could make it, cariño,” she smiles.

“Me too, Mrs. Stark,” Wanda says with a polite smile.

“Oh Wanda, what have we said about calling me Mrs. Stark?” Your mom scolds playfully, hands coming to her hips, causing you and Wanda laughter.

“To not call you that, my apologies Maria,” Wanda blushes.

“It's alright cariño,” Maria Stark winks, then she turns to look at you, “now Y/N, does your father know that Wanda is here?” She asks and you shake your head. “Well, let him know immediately and after you do, you can go ahead and go around showing her off to the rest of the family,” the older Stark woman says and you grin, “but please, for the love of all that is holy. Don't go bragging to your cousin Jarvis about Wanda and how you can keep a girl longer than he can. He's already resentful that some of your cousins and his brother have married before him,” your mother says, “and I definitely do not want to break up a fight today.”

“Oh, come on mom, but Jarvis is an ass-“ you begin, but your mother's glare cuts you right off.

“Y/N Y/M/N Stark, do not talk about your cousin that way,” Maria scolds, causing you to shut up immediately. Knowing you do not want to go against your mother because you certainly don't have a death wish.

“Fine, I promise to be civil. But, if he gets out of line, I won't hold back. You know how he likes to push my buttons and literally has no ounce of human decency. If he tries anything with Wanda, I won't be held responsible for my actions,” you say sternly and your mother sighs.

“Okay, but please for my sake hijita, don't antagonize him,” Maria says softly.

Your girlfriend takes your hand, then looks at your mother, “I'll make sure she behaves, Maria,” Wanda smiles, “now come on baby, let's go find your dad,” the redhead says, tugging your hand to get you to walk away.

Y/N throws Wanda a loving smile and squeezes her hand, eyes flitting around the huge backyard, “do you see him anywhere?” You ask and Wanda shakes her head, “I think I see him over there right outside the kitchen actually,” you say as you guide Wanda towards your father.

When you reach your father you realize some of his business partners are with him and slowly approach, “hello everybody, pops, can I pull you away for a minute?” You ask softly, as you and Wanda wave politely at the men.

“Sure!” He exclaims happily, “I see Wanda is here,” he smiles, his arms opening up to hug your girlfriend, “so how are you both doing? Are you finding everything okay?” Howard Stark asks.

“Yes Mr. Stark, everything is great, lovely party,” Wanda replies nervously, and you squeeze her hand to help ground her.

“Great, great!” Your father's loud voice booms, “I'm glad you're having a good time, and please, what have we said about calling me Mr. Stark?” He smiles and Wanda blushes.

“I'm sorry Howard, I just assumed since you were in company you'd want me to greet you formally,” Wanda stutters.

“Oh please, don't you worry about formalities when speaking to me no matter who I'm with. You're practically my daughter now with how long you two have been together, Howard is always fine, or dad,” he winks in good nature, “but never Mr. Stark, we're family now,” your dad grins and Wanda smiles tearfully as you rush to hug him.

“Thanks dad,” you whisper emotionally against his chest.

“Anytime kid,” he whispers back, placing a kiss on your forehead, “now go ahead and introduce her to everyone, I'll see you after the party, okay?” He says, you and Wanda nod.

As you walk away from your dad and to a more secluded spot in the backyard, you take Wanda's hands into yours and stand in front of her, “okay amor, how are you holding up? Is it getting to be all too much or are you good to keep on going?” You ask softly, eyes full of concern as you look at Wanda.

Wanda squeezes your hands, letting go of one to put a strand of her behind your ear as she responds, “I'm actually doing good because you're by my side. We can keep going,” Wanda smiles and you nod with a smile as well.

“Sounds good, babe. Okay, let's start with my aunt Rebecca and my uncle Adam, you remember them right?” You ask as you begin walking towards the pair. At the lack of response you turn to face Wanda who is sporting a clueless look causing you to chuckle, “they're the ones that let us use they're restaurant for our 3rd year anniversary.”

“Oh... okay,” Wanda nods, still slightly clueless and you laugh, halting your walk to place a soft kiss on your girlfriend's cheek in adoration.

“I love you,” you say with laughter and Wanda beams.

“I love you,” the redhead replies with a bright smile, continuing her trek beside you to meet your family.

As both of you make your rounds of greeting family members, you stop every so often to make sure Wanda is doing alright, something she greatly appreciates having met throngs and throngs of Stark's in such little time.

You even put off meeting Jarvis until the very end not wanting Wanda's impression of your family to be tainted by your douchebag of a cousin.

After you have finally greeted everyone you begrudgingly take Wanda to meet your cousin Jarvis ‘Vision’ Stark. Someone you truly despised simply because, well, he was a dick.

Coming after several of your girlfriend's since you were a teen, trying to coax them away from you with false promises and the ever so ignorant comments of how being with “a Stark man” was simply the better option.

Standing in front of Jarvis, you introduce your girlfriend to the slimey blonde man, “Max, this is Jarvis,” you say with a nonchalant wave of your hand, not sparing your cousin a glance.

“Hello, it is truly such an honor to meet you,” the man says in what Wanda can only assume is a faux charming tone. The man bending slightly to take her hand in attempts to place a kiss causing Wanda to snatch it back immediately with a grimace.

“It's nice to meet you Jarvis,” Wanda says in discomfort, subtly inching closer to you causing you to wrap your arm around the redhead's waist.

“Please, call me Vision,” the man says, British accent sounding pompous, “Y/N why don't you go and make yourself useful or something and grabs us some drinks, I'd like to take the time to get to know this beautiful woman you have presented me with,” Vision says with a sleazy smile.

“Hey, now listen here you fucking dickhead-” you begin angrily, removing your arm from around Wanda's waist to advance towards Vision.

This makes Wanda spur into action as she places her hand onto your arm rubbing softly to stop you and help ease your anger away, “detka,” the redhead whispers as she looks at your slightly fuming form.

“Sorry. Alright,” you breathe, sending a glare towards the wide eyed man, “what would you like amor?” You ask your girlfriend sweetly.

“I'm okay with just some water please,” the redhead replies, kissing your cheek before you walk away without even asking Vision what he wants.

“So, Wanda,” Vision begins once you’re a good distance away, “have you ever been with a man?” The blonde asks.

Wanda sputters, taken aback by the question, “excuse me?” She asks, offended.

“Yeah, have you ever been with a man?” He asks again, advancing dangerously close to Wanda, “I mean, I love my dear cousin and all, I really do. But being with a real man, a Stark man nonetheless is surely to be the much better option than being with some weak pathetic girl. You'll definitely leave my cousin the minute you spend some time with me and see what I have to offer. Come on, what do you say? I'm sure I can please you way better than-” Vision says, his rambling cut off by a harsh shove coming from the side, effectively knocking him to the ground.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Wanda hears you angrily ask, “what the fuck is your problem dude! You don't, and I repeat, don't. Ever talk to my girlfriend like that, you piece of fucking shit!” You continue, your figure towering over Vision, “I promised I'd be civil, but you crossed the fucking line you fucking asshole!” You yell, waiting for the blonde man to stand. “Why do you always do this?” You say as you seethe with anger.

“Because, I just don't get it!” Vision screams in frustration, “how do you always manage to pull the hottest looking women when you look like- well when you look like that!” He snarls.

Wanda frowns angrily ready to defend you, but you step up to the man before she can say a word, “because I have human decency you moron and I'm actually secure in the way I look. Plus I happen to be pretty damn fucking great! So I don't care what you have to say about the way that I look cause at least I have a hot, badass girlfriend,” you begin sending Wanda a quick wink, your girlfriend smiling proudly, “and you, you're just so bitter because you know that at this point you're going to end up all alone because nobody fucking likes you. So, I suggest you leave my girlfriend and I alone, or I swear Vision, I will make your life a living hell,” you whisper dangerously low.

“Oh please,” Vision rolls his eyes, “you can keep her for all I care, she's not even that hot anyway,” he says and you take a deep breath to try and calm yourself.

But your anger completely takes over, causing you to knee Vision in the stomach, making him hunch over, giving you the opportunity to swing upward to punch him square on his nose. A gross crack flowing through the backyard eliciting gasps from your family.

“Y/N!” Wanda exclaims as she sees you getting ready to do more damage to the blonde man, “baby, calm down,” the redhead says as her arms come around your waist from behind in an attempt to ground you.

“Apologize, dick face,” you seethe, letting Wanda hold you back.

“Detka, it's okay,” Wanda whispers, watching the tension in your shoulders slowly start to leave.

“No Max, he doesn't get to talk about you like that,” you shake your head, “apologize!” You shout.

“I-I’m sorry,” Vision stutters, groaning painfully from the ground as he clutches his bloody nose.

“Dick,” you mutter angrily, Wanda releasing her hold on you as you turn around and grab her hand to pull her away, “come on babe, lets go talk to someone else,” you say as you drag her inside your house.

“Who are we talking to here?” Wanda asks with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looks around and not another person is in sight.

You laugh softly at the look on your girlfriend’s face, “okay, I lied, there won't be any talking,” you say, pulling Wanda into your body. “But my cousin is clearly blind,” you whisper, eyes raking over the redhead’s body as you caress the soft skin of her face, “talking shit about you while he should be grateful to be in your presence,” you breathe. Placing several kisses on her neck and jaw, “because you amor, are truly a goddess and I plan on worshiping you for a few hours,” you smirk as you pull back, Wanda gasping softly at the hungry look in your eyes, letting you drag her up the stairs and into your room.

-

A few hours later the Stark household is empty save for Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Wanda, you and your parents.

As you're sitting on the couch conversing with your family in the living room, your mom decides to speak up.

“I can't believe you punched Jarvis in the nose,” Maria says, trying so hard not to giggle.

“I'm sorry mom, I really tried, but he went too far,” you reply, remnants of anger still present.

“I know cariño, but I could've gone without the violence,” your mother sighs.

“Hey, he said Wanda wasn't hot and he was being completely disrespectful! I was not going to let him speak about my baby like that!” You pout, pulling Wanda into your lap holding her tightly, causing your family to laugh.

“Well, I for one applaud you short stack. I've been wanting to punch his smug looking face in since he pretty much said the same thing about Pep, but I couldn't, so for that I thank you,” Tony grins, curtseying jokingly.

“Not a problem Tony!” You grin happily, “now I feel slightly less bad about breaking his nose, he’s clearly blind and stupid for talking about our women like that,” you say and Tony nods.

“Alright kids, well it's getting late,” your dad says with a clap of his hands as he stands from his seat, “you're all more than welcome to stay I know your destinations are pretty far, so make yourselves at home,” Howard says, causing you and Tony to nod, “Wanda, I hope you enjoyed yourself today and that the little scuffle from earlier doesn't prevent you from attending more Stark picnics.”

Wanda shakes her head, “I had an amazing time Howard, I will definitely be back,” she says as she glances back at you with a smile.

“Hell yeah, that's my girl,” you say, placing a kiss on her cheek.

[romanoffshouse]

Morgan: [drops a plate] Oh, shit.

Tony: WHO THE FUCK TAUGHT YOU TO SWEAR?

Morgan:

Tony: It was your mom wasn't it?

Morgan:

Tony: Oh fuck it was me wasn't it.

[mymelodymia]

Not the end Dad!Tony stark x daughter!reader

Summary: after the end game, you and your father have some bonding time <3

Warnings: slight endgame spoilers but thats really it 🙂

A/N: in this particular fic, tony did not die cause my heart 😭 steve didn't go back in time for Peggy that was dumb. And Carol did successfully take the stones from thanos and snapped 👏

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After the long battle between Thanos and the avengers, you and your father went home. You never thought that the tony stark would settle down and live the quiet life. But he did.

when you arrived at this new home, you walked inside and morgan immediately ran toward you. Wrapping you in a tight hug, you were aware that morgan was your new little sister given that tony had told you while on the battlefield.

You had always dreamed of having a younger sister, you could teach her how to be all sassy like you.

As a kid, you used to make tony pretend to be pregnant and in the delivery room. And when the "baby" which was just one of your baby dolls, was born you would name it something like daisy or kitty.

A few moments later, tony walked into the kitchen and made you and him a cup of hot cocoa.

You were sitting on the couch waiting for him, you had turned on a movie that you and him loved to watch when you were little.

He sat down next to you, handing you the drink he had just prepared for you. You leaned into him and he wrapped an arm around you, kissing the top of your head, he had missed stark movie nights, he had missed you.

You rested your head on his shoulder.

"Alright fill me in."

"Mmm" tony hummed looking down at you.

"Tell me about the last five years" you said looking up at him, he turned his head back in the direction of the tv and began to tell you all about the years he spent without you

He told you he always threw you a birthday party, he kept your room the same as it was, every piece of furniture in the same spot. and he said that all the presents were in your closet. and that he had photographs of you all around the house, and that he would show them to morgan and tell her all about you. He also said that she would ask him when she would be able to meet you, and he always responded with "soon". Morgan loved to hear about you, she thought you were the coolest person in the galaxy, even cooler then tony, she always asked for tony to tell her a story about you at bedtime. He kept going on and on, till Morgan walked into the room, immediately running toward you once again.

You picked her up and held her to you. You leaned to lay on your side, your back to the tv, and tony did as well.

You held morgan to your chest just like tony used to hold you when you were little, tony wrapped his arms around both of you. Tony was facing the tv and rested his head on yours. Your movie playing softly In the background.

You all soon fell asleep together ❤️

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EXTRA: when you woke up, you carefully took morgan off of your chest, placing her in tonys arms. You quietly creeped into your bedroom, which looked the same, you slowly walked toward your closet and opened it. You saw dozens of wrapped gifts with notes on top. When you read the notes, each one of them ended with "i miss you kiddo, i really wish you were here" you definitely cried a little bit that day.

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@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @yummyangy // @zebralover //

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Second Chance - Chapter 2

Masterlist 

Warning: mention of chemotherapy and symptoms, mention of death 

Word count: 3.3k

Tony held open the door for you to head back into the tower. Exhaustion was the best way to describe how you were feeling. Every part of your body was sore. To your surprise, a small body ran into your legs. You looked down at a young girl with shoulder-length brown hair and eyes identical to yours and Tony’s. “Hi,” you smiled. She blinked up at you. You could see the gears in her brain trying to figure out who you were. “You must be Princess Morgan I’ve heard so much about.” It was a little white lie. The CEO and billionaire kept their daughter out of the limelight as best as possible. But they did announce her birth. She took a step back, glancing behind you to look at her mom and dad. 

“Who are you?” She asked. You smiled. Now that was a complicated question as it wasn’t a simple answer. How do you tell a child that you were her sister? 

“I’m a friend of your dad's,” it wasn’t a total lie but not the full truth. You didn’t like lying to kids just because they were younger wasn’t a good enough reason to lie to them. “We haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

“Why is that?” One of the reasons you loved kids so much was their thousand and one questions. You heard hurried footsteps walking behind the younger girl. It was the Black Widow. 

“Sorry, Pepper,” she said. “This little nugget is very sneaky.” She attacked Morgan’s sides which made the girl dissolve into a fit of giggles. 

“Don’t worry about it Nat,” the CEO said. “We are done talking.” Morgan gasped suddenly, bringing the attention back to her. 

“If you're friends with my daddy, does that make us friends?” She asked. Ah. The minds of children were so simple, you envied them. 

“Do you want to be friends?” You questioned. She nodded, jumping on the balls of her feet. 

“New friend, new friend. Let’s go play,” she grabbed your hand. 

“Morgan,” Pepper’s voice was stern with a hint of amusement at her daughter but Morgan stopped in her tracks. “You have to ask before you drag someone off.” She sighed, dropping her hand. 

“Can you play with me?” She asked. Oh, it was so hard for you to say no to little kids. You saw Pepper speak with eyes, ‘You don’t have to.’ But you nodded. 

“Lead the way, Princess Morgan,” she giggled, grabbing your hand again and dragging you off. 

*

Pepper watched with a fond smile on her face as the duo ran off. She was surprised by how well you handled everything. You had to be no more than 25 but you walked around with such grace and a positive outlook on the world. She looked at her husband, who has been oddly quiet since they learned of your condition. “Are you okay?” She asked, rubbing his arm. Her gentle touch seemed to snap him out of his trance. 

“FRIDAY, please call all available Avengers to the conference room,” he ordered the AI. “Tell them it��s urgent.” He took off towards the conference room without another word. Natasha raised her eyebrow, questioning his odd behavior but Pepper shook her head. It was better to explain it once. She and Natasha walked to the conference room in comfortable silence. There weren’t many Avengers in the tower. Kate and America were on a mission, Yelena was in St. Petersburg, Bruce took a short trip to New Asgard, and Rhodey was in DC with Maria and Nick. Once the fight with Thanos was over, the Avengers went back home and tried to help those who came back. Her mind seemed to wander back to you. Were you part of the population that Thanos’ snapped away?

She remembered reading about Jessica’s passing. Their paths crossed once at a conference in DC and Pepper would have never guessed she had a daughter. A daughter who shared half the DNA with her own. It was a small world. 

When Pepper entered the conference room Tony was already standing up front. She chose to stand next to him, offering any support she could give him. “I appreciate all of you coming on such short notice.”

“What’s going on Stark?” Steve questioned. 

“It has to be serious. I’ve never seen him like this.” Sam mumbled. 

“That’s because it is serious,” he snapped. The Avengers looked at each other, having a silent conversation with one another. They’ve done enough missions together to speak without saying anything. Tony sighed. “Sorry,” he apologized. “As many of you know, Y/n claims to be my daughter. Her mother and I were together before Pepper and I.”

“Where is her mother?” Bucky asked. 

“Dead,” Pepper answered. “She died in a car accident a few years ago.” 

“She has cancer,” Tony told the team. Pepper could hear the slight shake in his voice showing how much this was affecting him. It was a lot. A stranger showed up, claiming to be his daughter, and telling them she needs help. “Chemotherapy isn’t working anymore. She needs a bone marrow transplant if not she has 6 months to live.” 

“Jesus,” Sam mumbled. 

“I’m sorry, Tony,” Natasha said. “But I’m a little confused about why you called a meeting to tell us this.” Pepper was with the Black Widow on this. It made sense to tell the team all at once but she saw Tony chew on the inside of his cheek. 

“My guess is Mr. Stark is going to ask if you all can see if you are a match for Miss. Easton. Only 2% of the entire population are registered bone marrow donors,” Vision said, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a 1% chance for a parent to match their child, 50% for siblings, and 29%-79% for everyone else.” Tony nodded, resting his hand on his chin. 

“I’m asking a lot,” he said. “Especially to help a total stranger but I’m all she has left.” 

“You're wrong, Tony,” Wanda smiled. “She has us.” Pepper looked at the Sokovian. 

“I’m guessing you knew,” the CEO said. A slight blush rose on her cheeks as she nodded. 

“As soon as she introduced herself. For someone so young, she’s not scared.” 

 *

You glanced over Morgan’s shoulder as you heard footsteps approaching. It was Pepper. “Come on, come on,” she tugged on your arm. “You have to continue the story!” All her toys were laid out in a makeshift battlefield, two sides facing each other. You smiled at the CEO before returning your attention to the young girl. 

“So there they stood, the king's men facing the Swarm’s army. The king’s army were strong men who were called forth to protect their homes. But,” you picked up a stuffed animal. It was a dragon, a gift from Natasha and Bucky that Morgan informed you of. “The Swarm didn’t just have men but a dragon that breathed fire,” you noticed Pepper being more interested in the story. You set the plushie down. “The king’s hand steps forward, with the spellbound sword ready to fight the dragon. But a voice in the crowd told him to stop,” Morgan was bouncing where she sat. “The king’s daughter, Princess Phoebe stood forward and took the sword. She faced the army,” You choose one of her Barbie's as the princess, maneuvering her arm to mimic she was holding a sword over her head. “And she said, ‘I will kill the dragon and lead this army to victory. Who will join me?’ But no one stepped forward.” Morgan gasped. “The princess wasn’t worried. She knew she would have to earn the men’s trust. So, she faced the dragon,” You grabbed the plushie. “Alone.” 

“What happened? Did she win?” She asked. You sighed. 

“It was a long and hard fight,” you paused for dramatic effect. “She killed the dragon, led her father’s army to victory, and became the first Queen to sit on the throne of Krucia.” Morgan jumped up to her feet and cheered at your story's ending. She saw Pepper standing in the doorway. 

“Mommy, did you hear?” She ran over to her, throwing her body at her legs. “The princess won! She won!” You smiled at the interaction, it made you miss your mom. 

“I did,” the CEO smiled. “What do you say to Y/n?” She let go of her mother’s legs and ran back over to you. You were surprised when she hugged you tight. 

“Thank you for playing with me,” you hugged her back. “Can you tell me another story?” 

“Maybe tomorrow. I have to come up with another one. Now let’s clean up your toys,” the pout that formed on her face made you laugh. “If Princess Phoebe can beat a dragon you can clean up your toys,” you said, tapping her nose. She sighed but nodded. It didn’t take long for you both to put her toys away and the playroom was soon spotless. 

“Morgan,” Pepper said, once the last toy was put away. “Your father wants to see you in his lab.” 

“Am I in trouble?” She asked. You stifled your laughter at Pepper’s reaction, not expecting her daughter’s question. 

“Did you do something to get in trouble?” Pepper countered. Morgan shrugged, skipping past her mother. You giggled, slowly standing, and ignored the ache in your body. “Not many people get her to clean up her toys. I may have to steal that story.” 

“Go for it,” you said, placing your bag on your shoulder. “I have a ton of them.” You smiled. “I draw comic books,” you answered Pepper’s unasked question. “I learned that I can hold a child’s attention longer with pictures instead of words. I bet I’ve made up stories about all of you.” She laughed. 

“You’ll have to show us them. I’ll show you to your room.” You followed the CEO to the elevator. She told you that she was taking you to the floor below her and Tony’s. You were grateful they were giving you a place to stay, especially with how tired you were. She must have seen it in your eyes as she rubbed your back and opened the door for you. 

You were shocked, yet not surprised to see a small apartment. The door opened to a personal kitchen and a living space. Pepper walked into the living room which consisted of a dining room table, couch, and TV, and opened up the blinds to show the view of the city. “Tony knows how to spend his money for the best views,” you mumbled, walking over to the window. 

“You aren’t wrong,” Pepper said, glancing over to you. “He rented out the top of the Empire State Building for date night.” You smiled. 

“Romantic.” It was. If you had a partner and the money to spoil them like that you would do the same thing. 

“Your room is over here,” she said, leading you down a hallway, past a small closet, and into a bedroom. It was simple. A queen-sized bed was pushed against the wall with a private bathroom and closet. “We’ll make a trip to your apartment to get your things and if you need anything ask FRIDAY. She’ll order it for you.” You nodded, sitting on the bed. 

“Thank you,” you said. “I know I came here and turned everyone’s life upside down so I appreciate it.” 

“Your family,” she said simply. “Besides with this group it’s the most normal thing,” you laughed which quickly turned into a yawn. “Get some sleep and come find me if you need anything.” 

“Thank you, Pepper.” She smiled and left your room. When you heard the door close, you let out a slow breath. You felt a weight lifted off your shoulders on how well today went. But you knew you had to be realistic. Even though they agreed to help doesn’t mean they will be matched. It was a small percentage that Tony would be a match. There was a Plan B. It took a very long time for your doctor to convince you to reach out to the billionaire. Doctor Lucas Carpenter. He was a family friend and he had the honor to watch you grow up, something he liked to remind you every single day. So Plan B was to increase your chemo dosage and the frequency of the treatment. 

You rubbed your forehead and emptied your bag onto the bed. You plugged in your phone charger and attached your phone. The pill counter you used was put on the bathroom counter and the rest of your belongings were thrown on the floor to be dealt with later. You climbed underneath the covers, taking off your beanie and throwing it on top of your bag. It wasn’t long before the exhaustion of the day caught up with you and you fell asleep.    

*

“Daddy!” Morgan ran into her father’s lap. Tony had just enough time to set the swabs down before catching his youngest. “Mommy said you wanted to see me.”

“And what has Mommy said about running in my lab?” He asked. She smiled. 

“But she isn’t here now.” Tony sighed, shaking his head with a soft smile on his face. The billionaire sat Morgan down on his workbench. 

“I need you to use your best listening skills,” he tickled right underneath her ears. Her laughter echoed in the quiet lab. It was music to Tony’s ear and a wonderful reminder of the life he had. But it made him wonder what he missed with you. “Y/n needs our help,” he continued once her laughter calmed down. 

“Help?” She repeated back to him. “Is she okay? I was just playing with her.” 

“She’s sick,” Tony simply said. He wasn’t sure how to explain a topic like cancer to his youngest. He and Pepper tried to shield the darker parts of the world from Morgan and they did their best. But she was smart and knew that sometimes her daddy, aunts, and uncles had to go away to keep the world safe. “And we could help her. Do you want to try?” She nodded. He grabbed two cotton swabs, he purposely didn’t do it with the others so he could show Morgan. “I’m going to do a swab of your mouth like his,” he made sure to get the inside of both of his cheeks. Once he was done, he put it in a bag. “See simple. Are you ready?” He wasn’t going to force her to do it if he didn’t want to. She stared at the cotton swap. 

“Will it hurt?” She whispered. Tony shook his head. 

“It’ll just tickle,” he said. He wasn’t going to go into detail about the procedure if they were a match. They couldn’t get ahead of themselves. Morgan opened her mouth and Tony quickly swapped both of her cheeks. “There,” he sealed her sample and labeled it. “All done. Thank you, sweetheart. You're my hero.” Morgan shook her head, hugging her father. 

“I’m not a superhero, Daddy, you are.” At the moment, Tony didn’t feel like one. He was angry that Jessica kept you from him. Tony kissed the top of her head. 

“I love you 3000,” he whispered. 

“Love you too Daddy.” 

*

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” you heard a calming voice pull you out of your dream state. “Come on. We can’t sleep anymore.” You were awake but you did not want to be. Groaning, you buried your head deeper into the pillow. 

“Don’t wanna,” you mumbled. Someone giggled. You opened your eyes, peeking to the side, and saw that it was Wanda. “What time is it?” You asked, flopping onto your back. 

“7 o’clock,” your eyes widened. You got to the tower around 1300 and fell asleep around 1430, you did not mean to sleep for that long. “You’ve had a busy day and we wanted you to rest. But dinner is ready and you need to eat.” That was true. You had a small breakfast due to your nerves and the crackers she got you for lunch. 

“Thank you,” you said, sitting up. “Give me a second and we can head down.” You walked into the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face. 

“We are having lasagna,” she told you. You opened your pill container and pulled out an anti-nausea pill, just in case. “We weren’t sure what you liked.” 

“That’s fine,” you stepped out of the bathroom and picked up the beanie on the ground, whipping it off before placing it on your head. 

“I want you to know you don’t have to wear a beanie in front of us,” you shrugged. 

“It’s second nature to wear it,” you told her as you walked out of your room and to the front door. “Most people stare at me and I get uncomfortable. So who lives on this floor?” You asked her as you waited for the elevator. Wanda explained each floor had 4 apartments and a common space to share. Peter, Kate, and America were on your floor.

“But America is usually in Kate’s room. They’ve been dating for a few months.” Cute. You were excited to meet them. When the metal doors opened, the smells hit you immediately. You scrunch your nose, hiding your disgust as you scratch your nose. It was the worst part of chemo. Not the hair loss or the fatigue, your taste buds and sense of smell changed. Going to grocery stores was a nightmare. It was a common side effect of chemotherapy and it would go away once the treatment was over. But now it was killing you especially since you loved cooking. Cooking was a way to communicate when you didn’t know the language or the way to learn about a different culture. It was a beautiful art form and it was impossible to cook when your senses were out of whack. It changed from day to day. Some foods made you nauseous but a week later it was your comfort food. It was annoying. 

Natasha went to hand you a plate but you held up your hand, showing her the pill in your hand. She nodded, placing the plate on the counter. You quickly filled up a glass of water and took the pill. It was the tomato sauce and garlic that were causing your stomach to twist and turn. “Are you okay?” Tony asked. You nodded, filling up the glass. 

“Worst part of chemo,” you smiled. “My sense of smell and taste gets all weird.” You put some salad on your plate and opted out of the garlic bread, which hurt because you loved garlic bread. Tony smiled sadly. 

“We’ll figure it out, kid,” he said, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. It felt a little weird, receiving comfort from a man that was missing your entire life. You placed your hand on top of yours. 

“Yeah, we will.” Morgan wanted to sit next to you. So you sat next to her and Tony and Pepper on the other side of Morgan. Natasha sat in front of you with Bucky next to her. You kept out of the conversation, trying to focus on keeping the food you were eating down. 

“So,” Natasha said, directing the table to you. “Tell us about yourself.” You whipped your mouth with a napkin. 

“Like what my favorite color is?” You questioned with a teasing smile. Natasha rolled her eyes, mumbling under her breath, ‘Great now there are two of them.’ You laughed. “I was homeschooled until I reached college. I double majored in marine biology and mechanical engineering then I got my doctorate in marine biology. I lived on a sailboat for a little bit.” 

“By yourself?” Steve questioned. You nodded, taking the last bite of your salad. You wondered if they noticed your untouched lasagna. 

“Aren’t you a little young to be living on a sailboat and getting your doctorate?” You shrugged. Probably.

“I graduated college when I was 15,” you simply said, cheeks burning at their impressed looks. You didn’t like to make a big deal of your accomplishments because you knew you were lucky to have the resources to accomplish everything. But you didn’t miss the proud smile on Tony’s face. And you smiled back. 

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Chapter XVI ✧ I Love You

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Roman Reigns

Summary: Rhea finally confesses.

Warnings; smut, fluff

Word Count: 6.9k

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A/n: Alright yall, this is it. This is the last chapter I hope you enjoy 🤗

A week had swung by ever since the events that had transpired. At the Performance Center, Rhea could be seen standing near the ring as she paced around with her arms crossed, watching as her boys were training and preparing for War Games. Drew, who had decided to form that alliance with the Judgement Day and surprisingly with the Bloodline despite what they did to him, had also volunteered to help them train. Raquel and Liv also volunteered in assisting with training, with the taller woman being the one in the ring while Liv stood around the ring, explaining and suggesting what they should do in certain situations during the match. Jimmy’s Solo, and Roman were also of great help, seeing how last year they were the ones at War Games.

Liv’s leg had healed quickly, thanks to her resting the time she was needed and required. As for Rhea, she was already feeling good as new after the day that she woke up. Things were slowly working out between the two, despite the fact that Liv still wanted a title shot after Survivor Series. She had to admit, out of everyone in that locker room, Liv was relentless and stubborn, but in a good way. Regardless, she was going to make sure that she still retained and that she can hopefully see Liv improve more each day.

“Hey! Wanna switch for a bit?” Raquel called out to Rhea as she slid away from the ring to take a break. At that, Rhea perked up and nodded as she placed her bottle of water to the side and switched with Raquel, sliding her way through the ring while the taller woman went to take a seat for a bit. She was training Damian and Finn, both of them facing each other as Rhea gave them pointers and suggestions, all the while Liv, who also had her own share of experience in War Games, had decided to get in the ring and began leading both Dom and Jimmy and even teaching the younger male how to break from a lock, something that Dom seemed to have some struggle with at first until he had it all down to a T.

They were all scheduled to assist that Friday Night Smackdown, with Damian and Finn defending their titles against the Street Profits. It was still noon, so they had more than enough time to prepare. Unless, that’s what they thought that they were going to do when suddenly, as they were all taking a small break, they received a text notification.

“Team, due to the incident from the past week, Friday Night Smackdown will be canceled for tonight…” Dom read out loud from his phone while the others read the exact same thing. “We do apologize in advance as we are currently in the process of an ongoing investigation regarding the incident in question. As for Survivor Series, this will once again be postponed for next Saturday, none of you who are scheduled to assist will not have to arrive at the airport tonight. Apologies for any inconvenience this could cause.”

“Apologies? Pft, they just gave you guys more time to train.” Liv said as she chuckled. “You guys are lucky.”

“Yeah, but they’re really extending the events because of the incident. Which means the cause of the incident was really that serious…” Solo commented as he drank his water.

“Well, someone from tech probably screwed up while setting up the pyros.” Damian suggested as he crossed his arms.

“Ooohhhhh their asses are getting fired…” Jimmy mumbled while he wiped off the sweat from his forehead. A phone suddenly rang as Drew looked down at it before he spoke to the group.

“I have to get going, I got a few errands to run now.” He told the group, gathering his things before they all bid farewell to him as he left.

“So, does anyone wanna eat somewhere? I’m starving.” Jimmy asked. At that, Roman faced him as he arched an eyebrow.

“You remember the last time we all went out to eat together?” At his comment, Damian almost spat out his water while trying not to laugh.

“Cabrón, Jimmy and Dom fought over a chicken tender—“

“Yeah man, you guys got us almost banned because of that, I still remember!” Finn also chuckled while Dom shook his head and Jimmy raised his hands in defense.

“Hey Uce, I’m a changed man, I don’t steal no one’s tenders any more.”

“You guys fought over a chicken tender?” Raquel asked as she sat down while she arched an eyebrow. Rhea couldn’t help but snicker.

“It’s a very long story, you had to be there to witness it though, it was hilarious.”

“Well it was all fun and games until the manager almost called us out. That shit was embarrassing.” Dom told them. “They even thought that I was the one that stole the tender when it was Jimmy who did it.”

“Now I kindly asked though—“

“Sure you did, Jimmy. Sure you did.”

“Honestly guys, we should just do take-out. We got this day off and I think we should use it to take a small break.” Finn suggested as he placed a towel on his shoulder while looking at his food.

“Or… we can like, go out tonight.” Liv suggested. At that, everyone turned to look at each other at the suggestion.

“Honestly, yeah, we need it. Hell yeah.” Dom agreed, as well as everyone else unanimously.

“Ah no es que ustedes todos son unos pinches alcohólicos.” Raquel muttered.

“No vengas que tú también eres igual y peor.” Damián called out. “Ah, y más con el tequila.”

“Shut up, tequila’s fine.”

“Alright, alright, we can go out tonight, but after we get something to eat.” Rhea told them as she went to grab her things.

“Alright, let’s go—“ The guys attempted to go until Liv stood and paused them as she arched an eyebrow.

“And who said you guys were coming with us?” She asked, pointing at herself, Rhea, and Raquel.

“Wait what—“

“Nah, you guys get your own food, we’re gonna get our own and plus, we have some catching up to do. Sooooo, see ya!” Liv laughed before she grabbed both Rhea and Raquel’s arms, dragging both of them with her.

The others blinked as they watched the three walk away.

“… well at least they get along now.”

“… should we have them two join our grou—“

“Jimmy, no.”

2:45 PM

After going out to eat with both women, Rhea returned with them back to the hotel. Upon returning, they overheard that the other superstars were planning on going out tonight as a group to the same bar that they all went to last night. The three simply sat by the lounge area of the hotel as they chatted, spending their time catching up on the time that they lost all because they were against one another.

“So,” Liv began as she shifted in her seat, shifting the conversation that they had earlier to another topic. “… you and Roman, Rhea?”

Rhea stared at her momentarily. “Next question.”

“And here she goes again…” Raquel sighed and shook her head.

“What? Did I say something bad?” Liv asked as she looked at Raquel, concerned that she might have said something wrong, but the Latina just shook her head.

“No, Liv, you’re good. The thing is that THIS person right here is in complete and utter denial.”

“Just like how you’re in denial about you losing against me three times in a row?” Rhea asked as she arched an eyebrow.

“I— don’t drag me in this fight, I’m not a part of it, starting now.” Liv quickly warned the two as she tried to shift away from the two slightly in her seat. Raquel rolled her eyes at that.

“Come on, we’re not starting any fights. If anything, we should address the elephant in the room: Rhea Bloody Ripley in denial.”

“Okay- look.” Rhea sighed deeply as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. “… if I say this, promise you won’t freak out.”

“I promise.” Liv quickly said

“I can’t promise shit, Ripley.” Raquel simply said as she crossed her arms. The Eradicator deadpanned at her before she took a deep breath and spoke.

“… Roman confessed to me while I was asleep.”

“He WHAT—“

“Knew it.”

“Okay one, Liv, I told you not to freak out and two, Raquel, don’t be a smartass.” Rhea said as she scoffed. “Look- the point is that he made the official confession while I was asleep. Well, half-conscious. I wasn’t exactly awake but I did hear him damn well the moment he said it.”

“Aaaaaand how do you feel about it…?” Liv asked as she gave her a look.

“…”

“… Rhea, we don’t know the meaning of that silence.”

“…”

In her few seconds of silence, Raquel grew impatient before she took her hand and slapped it against the back of Rhea’s head. Making her cry out in pain and a few other people from afar stare at them.

“Raquel what the fu—“

“Chingona, just fucking say it already, damn! What’s it gonna take for you to admit it?!”

“Hm, hit her more.” Liv mumbled. At that, Rhea abruptly turned to face her.

“Liv!”

“What? I’m only suggesting—“

“And they say I’m the bad influence—“

“Okay enough.” Raquel huffed. “Rhea. You need to come to terms with this shit. Either you feel something or you don’t. That’s all we need to know so we can help you and then, we can move on with our lives forever.”

“… I’ll have my answer by tonight.”

“By toni— oh come on–“

“Rhea, you’re literally torturing yourself.” Liv told her as she shook her head. “Like literally.”

“You better keep on that promise, Ripley. Because if you don’t, we’re about to have a problem.”

“Guys, it’s gonna be fine. I will have that answer by tonight and then after that, y’all can live in peace.” Rhea reassured them before she looked at the time. “We should rest for a bit tonight before we leave. I’m betting you everyone’s going and we might ride in the van again tonight.”

“Yeah, good call.” Liv agreed as the three sat up. “What time should we come down here?”

“Austin said that they’re driving off at 6 PM.” Raquel said as she glanced at her phone. “They’re saying it in the group chat as we speak.”

“Alright, six o’clock it is, then.” They walked away together to the elevator before they decided to take a small nap at Raquel’s room, just so they could get ready together later on once they woke up.

5:45 PM

“Come on people, we got fifteen minutes left! Take it or leave it!” Austin called from outside as Grayson had already started the van behind him. “We still have a few seats left!”

“Should we take the other van? Just in case?” Grayson asked him.

“Eh, we’ll see. How many seats do we have left?”

“I’m counting ten more.”

“Should be enough for now. I’ll probably be driving the other van if more people decide to come.” Austin nodded before they saw more people walk out as he perked up before he grinned. “Hey, look who’s tagging along!” He went to the crowd to greet a few superstars.

After a while everyone who wanted to go and hang out at the bar with the others were already walking inside the two vans, one of them which was driven by Grayson which was full whilst the other one was half-full and was driven by Austin. At Grayson’s van, the Judgement Day and the Bloodline, along with Liv, Raquel, Shayna, and Zoey all sat in the back as they chatted amongst each other.

“Dude, rumors are going around that Randy’s coming back as the fifth member for Cody’s teams.” Shayna commented, passing along a bottle of vodka that they had been drinking from since five minutes ago.

“What? After Jey took him out?” Damian scoffed while the others laughed.

“Dude, not only him, but Jimmy too. And Roman.”

“Hey now he’s gonna want to mess with us now then if that’s true.” Jimmy quickly said almost in a nervous tone while Roman scoffed.

“Good luck with that, he probably doesn’t even know the Bloodline and the Judgement Day are unified.”

“Oh he’s gonna be screwed.” Zoey snickered, taking the bottle as she took a sip from it. “Unless he gets to RKO one of y’all first.”

“Sike, nooooot happening.” Damian immediately said before he was given the bottle and drank a bit as well.

“Hey, pass some of that?” They all kept chatting and drinking only small sips of the bottle, knowing that they couldn’t consume that much alcohol considering how they were about to drink the second they arrived at the bar. After a few minutes, both vans parked near the bar as everyone began to go inside.

“Where’s Zelina at?” Raquel was the first to ask as she looked within the crowd. “She should be here right?”

“Yeah she came from the other van—“

“Good, let’s go!” She immediately grabbed Liv and Rhea’s arms as she dragged both of them with her. “Rhea- you know how to dance salsa, so we’re gonna teach Liv after we find Zelina—“

“What- I don’t know how to–!”

“Oh please, Damian and I taught you that, now let’s go!”

“I’d rather be moshing than doing this but whatever—“

“Oh shut up, come on now!”

Two had passed since their arrival, and during those hours, the three women spent their time dancing and even taking small breaks by the bar while sharing a drink. Liv even took a moment to buy an appetizer for them just to crash down the alcohol an hour later. The three sat as they drank, ate, and laughed.

“You know back when I attacked Rhea way back then, I wanted to do a spear on her but I realize I’ve never even done a spear before on someone!” Liv commented, eating a piece of a spicy wing while she wiped her mouth with a napkin. Raquel smiled and shook her head while Rhea snorted.

“Okay, that would’ve been insane if you did, I’ll admit it—“

“Right?!”

“Her spearing Kevin Owens during Payback had my jaw on the floor, I’ll tell you that.” Raquel also admitted, taking a sip from her martini. “I thought she was done for when she did that, like— I actually thought she was going to be spent after that and that I was gonna win the title.”

“Well, you were damn wrong, so.” Rhea chuckled, causing Liv to laugh.

“On a serious note, I hope you retain next week, because I’m gonna be next, Rhe Rhe. Watch me.”

“Yeaaaaaah about that, I think Shayna wants a shot too, you know… and Becky—“

“What? Them? Oh I’m gonna have to fight them both for the title shot—“

“Let Pearce know after I retain, he’ll make it official. Trust me.”

“Ohhhhh, she’s that confident to retain next week…” Raquel chuckled. “Zoey isn’t easy to beat, Rhe Rhe. You think she has potential though?”

“Honestly? She does.” Rhea spoke sincerely, leaning back on her chair while grabbing her drink. “The way I view you and Liv here, is the same way I view Zoey. Both of you have potential. Lots of it. And I’m not going to spill too much info, but a little birdie told me that more championship titles might start coming out…”

“No way.” Liv immediately said as her eyes widened. Almost leaning forward as she looked at Rhea while she drank whilst Raquel also grew interested. “How did you get this info?”

“Well, when the Wiseman is friends with both Pearce and Aldis and when he represents the Bloodline and the Judgement Day at the same time, you end up knowing everything.”

“Girl, you better not put our hopes up for nothing.” Raquel told her, dipping a piece of celery into the ranch that they had with the wings before she took a bite out of it. Liv then gasped before she looked at the two.

“Wait, what if they decide to put on a triple tag championship? For the women?”

“That would make the roster explode, trust me.” Rhea chortled. They kept on chatting, and when Raquel was talking about Santos turning against Rey during Friday Night Smackdown weeks ago and how Zelina told how she felt about it, Rhea took a moment to look at the crowd of people. She then smiled when she saw Damian and Iyo from afar, both smiling and laughing as Damian was teaching her to dance to bachata. He looked happy when he was around her; free from all the stress and anger that he kept on having at work. It was a nice change for him to be in a committed relationship with someone like Iyo. She only hoped that their relationship lasted longer than anyone would expect.

She then turned her head and saw Dom chatting with Jimmy and Finn. The group shared a drink and laughed before the song that played in the bar switched, and as soon as it did, Dom and Finn immediately sang along with it out loud like almost everyone within the bar while Jimmy tried his best to follow along but ended up with the other two laughing and helping him. The Samoan twin didn’t know Spanish very well unlike Dom and Finn, but they were able to help him get along with it.

Near them were Solo and Roman, both of them also chatting and sharing a drink before she saw Damian and Iyo- both of them who finished dancing and were holding hands as they walked up to them. She watched as Damian and Roman exchanged a few words while the former paid for his and Iyo’s drinks. They both seemed to be in an understanding conversation with one another before Damian extended his hand to the Tribal Chief in a handshake, with the male Samoan smiling and accepting said handshake before—

“Mira ve y comételo a besos, pues.” Raquel suddenly interrupted her chain of thoughts, causing Rhea to almost jump in her seat as she turned to her and Liv.

“What–”

“Girl, just go! You said you were going to have your answer by tonight, right?!”

“Rhea, you’ve been watching him for the past five minutes, you’re not even being subtle about it!” Liv agreed as she ordered another drink for herself. “It’s that easy. Go up to him, chat about anything- literally anything, and then boom, pour your freakin’ heart out! Easy, simple!”

“Exactly, what she said.” Raquel agreed as she pointed at Liv while nodding her head.

“Look, at midnight, we’re all going to start taking shots. Midnight. Right now, it’s 8:40 PM.” Raquel showed her the time on her watch. “If you don’t make a decision before then, you’re gonna lose your chance. At some point, he might get tired of waiting. Is that what you want, Ripley?”

“I couldn’t agree more, she’s right, you know.” A female voice suddenly spoke beside them. At that, all three heads turned to see Nia who was paying for her own drink. At that, Raquel was the first one to frown disapprovingly.

“Haven’t you done enough, Nia?” She asked. “Why don’t you go and talk shit somewhere else and leave Rhea be?”

“Whoa there, I’m not here to cause issues, alright?” Nia simply sat, waiting for her drink to be prepared. “I’ve come in peace, and I’d like to talk to Rhea. It’s nothing bad.”

Rhea looked at her momentarily, before she shared a look with Raquel and Liv. Liv wore a concerned look on her face, whilst Raquel looked at Nia sternly. Reminding her how Damian would do the exact same thing for her in these types of situations.

“Raq. Liv, I’ll be fine.” She reassured both women. “I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit, okay?” Rhea watched as Liv and Raquel hesitantly walked away before she turned towards Nia.

“What do you want?”

“Well, first I'd like to apologize for my…behavior at Crown Jewel- and before that. When Solo texted me asking for my help to convince Roman to leave your side and get some rest because he refused, I didn't believe it because that’s just not how Roman was. Then when I got to the hospital and saw how bad it actually was, it made me realize that, Rhea, he truly does love you. He was crying and that is not a sight I've seen much growing up with him.” She then paused as she took a sip from her drink after the bartender served it to her while Rhea listened, a bit taken back not only because Nia was apologizing to her out of all people, but at the fact that she was actually caring towards her own blood.

“Look. What I’m trying to say is that… don’t make him wait any longer.” Nia set her drink down as she then turned to her yet again. “All I want is the best for my own blood and I’d hate to see any of them suffer. At the end of the day, they’re my family. No matter what.”

Rhea didn’t know what to say as she looked down. Nia then sighed as she took her drink from the table and walked past her before she spoke yet again. “If you want my advice, go get him while you still can. Life’s too short, Ripley.”

She was walking away after she said that while Rhea was left thinking until she spoke to her, making the irresistible force pause in her steps. “Shayna forced you to apologize, didn’t she?”

Nia remained silent for a bit before she turned to face her yet again. “I would’ve still apologized to you after what I saw. But… yeah, she kinda did. You might want to thank her for that. And also… I’m sorry I called you a whore. Now that was out of line from me, I will admit.”

Rhea wanted to laugh at that but she decided to keep herself. She watched as Nia walked away through the crowd of people, leaving her alone in her booth with her own thoughts. She looked among the crowd, watching everyone enjoying their time and having fun while she was mentally contemplating as she finished her drink. When she did, she set her glass down before she once again looked to Roman’s direction, noticing how he was now talking to Solo and Jimmy for a few seconds before she saw the two walk away, leaving their cousin by himself at the bar.

She watched him from where she sat as he ordered his own drink to the bartender. She then looked around, wondering if Raquel and Liv would come back anytime soon. When she then realized that they were probably somewhere in the bar talking with other people, she made her choice. Grabbing her things, she then stood up, walking and making her way through the crowd.

She noticed how he was about to take out his own wallet to pay when the bartender handed him his drink as she was already a few feet away from him. When she was already close enough, she spoke to the bartender as she cleared her throat.

“I’ll pay for his drink, and I’ll take what he’s having as well.”

At that, both the bartender and Roman himself turned their heads to face her. “Bourbon whiskey ma’am?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back with that.” He nodded as he went to prepare the drink while Rhea took a seat next to Roman.

“Well, typically I pay for my own stuff.” Roman commented as he took a sip from his drink. At that, she faced him with an arched eyebrow.

“Well, get used to it. You paid for mine last time, now it’s my turn.” She simply told him as the bartender came back with her drink while she paid. While she did, Roman chuckled.

“Are you sure you can handle whiskey?”

“Well, you’re a piece of work and I can handle you. What makes you think I can’t handle this?”

“Okay, so we’re being bold now?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at her comment while she smiled. “Alright, go ahead, see if you can drink that in one go. I wanna see you try.”

At that, Rhea scoffed, taking the drink in her hand as she drank it all in one go without hesitation. She then set the glass on the table with a small ‘cling’, before she made a gesture to it while showing it to Roman. “You were saying?”

“I could’ve easily done that.”

“Sure you can.” Rhea said sarcastically while Roman snorted, also drinking his whiskey in one go before he set the empty glass on the table as she watched him.

“You were saying?” He smirked at her, imitating her question while she rolled her eyes, trying to hold back a smile of her own, though she failed in doing so.

“Show-off.” She only said while he only chucked. The two then took a moment to glance at the crowd of people around the bar, especially watching their group having fun.

“This place is packed unlike the last time we all went here. No wonder people like this place.”

“Especially on a Friday night, though.” Roman agreed as they turned back to each other. “The beers are good too, I’ll tell you that.”

At that, an idea came to her head as Rhea saw the bartender pass by while she turned her head to Roman and spoke. “What kind of beers do you like?”

“I’m good with any, why?”

“Good. Excuse me?” She called the bartender who perked up as he turned to her. “Could we get two Coronas with lime?”

The bartender quickly nodded before he served the two beers while Rhea paid for them once again. She thanked the bartender before she sat up, taking her own beer while she nudged at Roman. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” He asked as he took his own beer while he followed her.

“Chat somewhere more private. We can go back to the van for a bit.” She told him. “I have spare keys to get in, so we should be good.”

Both of them began to go through the crowd until they made their way outside the bar. It was a bit cold given the weather at the moment, but they were able to arrive at the van quickly as Rhea unlocked it. They both went inside the large van, careful not to trip over anything before they got all the way to the back where the wider and more comfortable seats were.

“Well, this is a bit better. Needed a break from all the noise inside anyways.” Roman commented as they both sat together, with Roman sitting on one far end while Rhea sat with her legs propped up to the seat. Just like how she would usually do.

“Yeah, well, that was kinda the intention, to be honest.” Rhea told him, leaning against the seat comfortably with her beer in hand as she took a sip from it. “I just… wanted to catch up with you in a quieter place.”

“Yeah? Well… it’s been a while since we talked like this.” Roman pointed out as he also drank his beer. “After everything that went down.”

“I know.” She said almost softly, looking down at her beer. “… and I’ll be honest, I’ve been a dick lately and for that, I apologize.”

“No. No, I don’t blame you.” He reassured her. “After everything that happened? I would’ve reacted in a same or similar way if I was in your shoes.”

“No, it’s not just that, it’s…” She trailed off, not knowing how to explain it. “I kept pushing you away and it was unfair of me. I should’ve done things differently but I didn’t know what to do or say, hell, I didn’t even know how to feel, so I panicked.”

“Well… if it makes you feel any better, it wasn’t as hurtful as the time Seth hit me with that steel chair.”

At that, she snorted as she kicked him lightly in the side with her heel, making him yelp. “Ow–“

“That’s what you get.”

“Geeze, you wanna take me out all of the sudden?” He asked as he rubbed his side while she couldn’t help but chuckle. At his question, she arched an eyebrow.

“Reigns, you have to be more specific when asking a question like that, because either I can just take you out or send you to rehab.”

At that, he paused as he arched an eyebrow at her. They both looked at each other for a moment until they couldn’t help but break as they laughed together.

“Were you trying to flirt with me—“

“I was—“ The two remained there as they chatted for the next two hours while having already finished their beers. Right now, it was 11:30 PM. Rhea listened to Roman talk about his times during the Shield as she looked at him. After a while, they changed the subject until Rhea winced when she noticed that she had her legs folded for a while and she needed to stretch them as they were threatening to fall asleep. At that, Roman allowed her to place one leg on his lap while she set the other on the floor, making her also needing to scorch a little bit closer to his side.

“Reigns?”

“Hm?”

For a moment, Rhea seemed to hesitate to ask whatever she had in her mind at first until she steeled herself, knowing that she couldn't hold back any longer. “This is out of curiosity and if you don’t want to answer, that’s fine, but…” She paused, looking at her lap. “… why did you kiss me when we first met?”

At the question, Roman gazed at her for a few minutes. She waited for an answer from him as she leaned her head to the side. He then looked down at his empty bottle before he carefully set it on the ground, finally deciding to speak after he gathered what he intended on saying.

“I think at the time I did it because I wanted to shut you up-

“Yeah I know, I argue a lot.” Rhea said as she sighed while Roman chuckled before he continued to speak.

“Well yeah, but that was also just an excuse to hide the fact that I was starting to like you…”

Her gaze softened slightly at that. Her hand extended to hold his momentarily as he allowed her to do so, his thumb caressing her knuckles like he usually did. “And… what did it feel like to you?”

“What?”

“The kiss. Did it… did it mean anything to you?” She asked. For some time, she never knew why, but she always had this sort of fear in which one day she was going to hear how he truly felt. At first they were nothing but a fling but now, things have changed.

And deep down she also wanted this, but at the same time, she was scared.

“It meant the world to me, Rhea. Do you think I'll just kiss anyone?”

“I-”

“Don’t answer that,” they both chuckled, “But no I wouldn't. What did it mean to you?”

“To be honest it was kinda the downfall of everything,” Roman’s face fell a bit, “But I loved every second of it. I tried to convince myself that I didn't, that it was wrong, but god it felt so right,” Rhea continued, “Roman i have to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“At the hospital, when I was still asleep…I heard what you said.”

“...You did?”

“Everything. And I think it’s time I finally say it back. I love you too, Roman,” Rhea said teary eyed. Without hesitation Roman pulled Rhea into a sweet kiss, both smiling into it. Rhea began to move closer, wanting more but the moment was cut short by someone knocking on the van’s window. The sound making both Rhea and Roman jump.

“Yo, take it easy. Dejen esa bellaquera para el hotel. We’re getting shots now, let’s go.”

Damian.

They sighed before they started laughing while Damian walked away.

“I think I almost died again,” Rhea said jokingly before they got out of the van and walked into the bar holding hands.

It was already 2:30 AM as everyone returned to the hotel. Unlike last time, more people were drunk and had to be escorted by the sober ones to their rooms. Liv and Rhea had to escort a tipsy Raquel back to her room while making sure that she was okay. Afterwards, Rhea was called for help to drag both Jimmy and Finn to their rooms as well.

“Are you okay with sobering Raquel up? I need to head back to the lobby.” Rhea asked Liv as she kept her phone inside her pocket while they stood outside the taller woman’s room.

“Sure, I’ll be fine.” Liv reassured her.

“Alright. Night Liv, take care- call me if you need anything.”

“Goodnight- oh, also!” Liv paused her. “Before you leave…”

“Yeah?”

“You need to tell me and Raquel about everything.”

At that, Rhea blinked in confusion. “About what?”

“You and Roman- you know, when you both came back to take shots with us and you were holding hands…”

“Pft, no we weren’t.” Rhea lied while she made a face. At that, Liv arched an eyebrow.

“Literally everyone saw you two.”

“Okay, okay- I’ll tell you in the morning.” Both chuckled. Rhea was about to turn to the elevator when Liv spoke once more.

“I’m glad you’re happy… you know.” A bit of sadness could be heard in her voice. Rhea turned to her, looking as the blonde smiled sadly. Rhea felt a pang of pity before she spoke.

“And you’ll be happy someday too, Liv. I know you will.” She pressed the elevator button. “But I’ll still be here for you no matter what.”

They both smiled at one another until Rhea couldn’t help but approach Liv with a hug. Liv returned the hug, trying her best not to cry while she rubbed her back. When the elevator doors opened they broke away, with Liv wiping her tears.

“I’ll see you in the morning?”

“Yeah. I’ll text you guys for breakfast.” Rhea nodded as they both bid farewell before Liv went to check on Raquel while Rhea went to the elevator. She arrived at the lobby after a while to see Damian and Roman dragging a drunk Jimmy while Dom was helping a drunk Finn.

“A little help here? Please?” Damian asked while looking at Rhea as he gestured to Finn. She sighed and shook her head before she went and helped Finn.

“Where’s Solo?”

“He was a bit drunk too. He had a headache, so he went straight to his room.” The group went inside the elevator, escorting both Finn and Jimmy to their rooms. They were able to take Finn first as Dom volunteered in helping him sober up.

“He’s been saying yeet for the past thirty minutes…” Roman mumbled as he rolled his eyes, finally being able to bring Jimmy to his room while Damian and Rhea tried their best not to laugh. “I’m gonna check on him before we leave, I’ll be right back.” He told them before he went to his cousin’s room to help him sober up.

“So…” Damian and Rhea both waited in the hallway as the older male turned to her. “It’s official, I’m assuming?”

“Well… yeah.” She told him as she leaned against the wall while holding her hands inside her pockets. “How about you and Iyo?”

“Well, Bayley was a bit against it at first because she wants Iyo to be focused on her championship and war games, but Dakota and Iyo were able to talk her out of it.” Damian explained. “But so far, we’re good.”

“Well, at least she isn’t giving you the stink eye.”

“Nope. For now.” Both chuckled before Damian got a text. “And speak of the devil- she wants me downstairs with her and Iyo at the bar.”

“Try not to get drunk again.” She reminded him while he walked to the elevator as he pressed the button. “And leave the bellaquera with Iyo afterwards!”

“Hey that’s my word—“ Damian called out while Rhea laughed before he went inside the elevator. “See you in the morning!”

“See ya!” She watched him leave as she decided to stay and wait for Roman in the hallway. She figured she should spend a little bit more time with him before she went to sleep. She wasn’t that tired yet, after all. After about a minute or so Roman finally came out of Jimmy’s room.

“How’s he doing?”

“He’ll be fine. He’s going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning though.” They chuckled and began to walk towards Rhea’s room.

“Did he keep saying ‘yeet’?”

“God, he wouldn’t shut up,” Roman groaned, making Rhea laugh even more. They eventually arrived at Rhea's room and she turned towards him.

“About what he talked about in the van-”

“Yeah I don’t think we're quite finished. Where did we leave off again?” He said with a smirk on his face and pulled her closer to his body by her waist. She gave him a knowing look before she pulled him into a kiss.

“Stay with me tonight…please?” Rhea mumbled into his lips.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He picked her up with ease, opened the door, and closed with his foot behind them. He gently placed her on the bed all while still kissing her. They finally pulled away to breathe.

“I’m going to make you mine tonight,” he whispered and began to pull at the hem of her shirt. She raised her arms for him to take it off. Roman caressed her waist with his cold hands, making her slightly shiver. He then unclipped her bra and slowly slid the straps down her shoulders.

“Now is your turn,” Rhea teased while pulling at his shirt. In a swift moment, he took his shirt off and she took the opportunity to pull him into a needy kiss once again only to drag him into the bed with her. She got on top of him and dragged her hands over his toned abs all the way up to his chest. She leaned down and kissed his neck, determined to leave a mark of her own.

“I was the one who was supposed to mark you tonight,” Roman said.

“Hm, you still can,” Rhea teased. With that he flipped them over making Rhea giggle a bit. He kissed and licked from her collarbone up to her jaw. He then leaned his forehead against hers just to look at her eyes.

“What?” she asked, smiling.

“Just thinking of how I got so lucky.” Rhea bit her lip before kissing him once again. While doing so, she hooked her finger around one of the belt loops from his jeans.

“I think it’s time for you to take these off, don’t you think?”

“As you wish.” He began to take his pants off as well as hers. Once they were discarded on the floor, Roman knelt down on the foot of the bed, lifted one of Rhea’s legs and started leaving a trail of wet kisses down until he reached her dripping core.

“Roman, please- I’ve waited enough.”

“You’re so impatient.” He sat up and aligned his rock hard cock with her entrance. He looked at her face for any signs of protest before finally going in. Rhea closed her eyes and tossed her head back in pleasure.

“Ro…”

“Look at me, mami. Look at me while I finally make you mine.” She opened her eyes, her gaze filled with love and lust. He pulled her into a messy kiss all while speeding up his thrusts. Her moans kept getting louder along with his grunts.

“I’m close, baby,” she moaned.

“Just a little longer-” he whispered in her ear.

“Please-” she said desperately, letting herself be vulnerable for once.

“Now.” She gripped onto his back, letting out a high pitched moan. Roman’s thrust became sloppy and soon came to a stop. The room was filled with tired pants. Rhea laid with her eyes closed, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.

“You alright?” He asked, a bit concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need a minute.”

“Are you willing to give me a number higher than a six now?” He asked with a cocky smile. Soon it turned into a look of pain caused by a kick from Rhea. He tried to get up to grab a cloth for her but she pulled back.

“Stay,” she said in a gentle voice. He gave in and laid down and pulled her cold body to his warm embrace. Her head was pressed against his chest with a calm look on her face. She soon started running her finger through his tattoos. He ran his fingers over her shoulder and then placed a kiss on her forehead, the action making Rhea look up at him.

“I love you, Ro,” she pecked his lips.

“I love you too, mami.”

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[mostly-marvel-musings]

Can you write 🏠 with Tony and Morgan?! Let them wreck the kitchennnnn

Gingerbread wrecked-house

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Birds happily chirped outside while you read your favourite holiday novel sitting out on the porch chair, sipping your morning coffee peacefully.

Your ears were accustomed to the usual clatter of utensils inside the kitchen as your husband and daughter prepped a special something for Christmas. The moment silence fell over the house, was when you were concerned.

That usually meant trouble.

Peering inside from the window, you noticed Tony urgently whispering something in Morgan’s ear while she nodded her little head enthusiastically, narrowing her big brown eyes that matched so perfectly with Tony; catching your gaze and looking away quickly.

Chuckling to yourself, you decided to give them some time before you announced your arrival back in the lake house.

Immediately the smell of baked goodies mixed with a borderline burnt ginger hit your nostrils, a spic-n-span kitchen and rather innocent looking Tony and Morgan Stark.

“So…my little chefs, how did it go?” You asked brightly, not missing the slightly ajar cabinet above the sink.

“Perfect! Nothing to worry about, as you can see, your kitchen is mess-free.” Tony grinned proudly, looking at Morgan for assurance, who nodded with equal fervour, the sight making your heart swell with adoration.

“Look at our gingerbread house, Mommie!” Your daughter jumped, pointing her finger at the decorated gingerbread house that sat atop the counter.

You had to give it to them, it looked good. You were impressed.

“Well done, you two! It looks delicious.” You beamed, giving Morgan a big kiss on her cheek and repeating the action for your husband only on his lips.

“We made you some cookies too, here.” Tony handed you a plate of sugar cookies, making your narrow you eyes at him.

“You did something, didn’t you? Out with it, come on.” You crossed your arms over your chest, hiding a playful smile while Stark and Stark Jr exchanged looks.

“Why would you assume that? There’s no evidence, is there?” Tony mumbled the last bit mostly to himself, making you giggle and shake your head.

He shut the cabinet door that was open, in attempts of hiding said evidence only for the contents inside to clatter loudly and crash. You were sure there was a broken cup or two inside.

“It was Daddy’s idea!”

Morgan promptly ran to hug your legs, abandoning Tony’s held hand and hiding her face. You raised your eyebrows at your husband who sighed in defeat, hanging his head, melting your annoyance away in a second.

These two had you wrapped around their fingers, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Picking Morgan up, you walked over to Tony and kissed his forehead softly, laughing when he wrapped his arms around you and mirrored Morgan’s actions of hiding his face in your neck.

“I have two children, don’t I?”

“Mmhmm.” He murmured, promising you to take care of the mess he had made with his little sous chef.

“But I’m your favouwite, am I not Mommie?” Morgan piped, sticking her tongue out at her father, showing zero remorse for ratting him out.

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Prompts are here

Happy Holidays ✨

[she-karev]

FAVORITE ORIGINAL AVENGER (As voted by my followers) #2. Iron Man/Tony Stark 🤖🧔🏻💰

[literaryavenger]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

SERIES (3+ parts)

Broken - finished

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Bonus Part

TWO-PART SHOTS

I love you and I hate it

Part 1 | Part 2

Meet the Guardians of the Galaxy

Part 1 | Part 2

Sargeant Grumpy

Part 1 | Part 2

ONE-SHOTS

On Thin Ice - Figure Skating AU - requested

Mornings Like This - requested

Love Is A Battlefield

New Year's Eve

Back To You - alternative ending

Happy Birthday

Birthday Kiss - 40s Bucky

Can I Be Him?

Not So Bad

Sputnik - requested

Obsessed

Stargazing

You Were My Sunshine

DRABBLES

You're Still My Sunshine

[lives-in-midgard]

"I love you 3000"

[sycamorelibrary754]

The Doting Tree

Summary: During your visit to your grandmother at her assisted living community, you learn that Bucky has been regularly volunteering there as a part of his therapy sessions with Dr. Raynor.

Pairings: Bucky x Platonic reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: None

A/N: Who doesn't want to see Bucky healing?

"Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Stark requests your presence in his lab," Friday announced, pulling you out of your intense focus.

"Can it wait, FRIDAY? I'm swamped with overdue mission reports here," you replied, shuffling through the stack of papers on your desk.

“Mr. Stark says you have a phone call,” FRIDAY responded.

“A phone call?” you asked, puzzled, picking up your phone. “No, I don't.”

“In his lab, Ms. Y/L/N,” FRIDAY said.

"Okay,” you said as you rubbed your tired eyes. “Tell him I'm on my way.”

Walking into Tony's lab, you found the genius hunched over his desk, tinkering with one of his holographic interfaces. His phone was propped between his ear and shoulder.

“Really? I had no idea,” Tony said with a surprised look. “Y/N is so at ease on the motorcycle you would never know she didn't learn to ride a two-wheeler until she was nine.”

Your eyes widened. "Oh my God. Who are you talking to?" 

"One moment, ma'am," Tony said before placing the phone against his chest.

"It’s your grandmother," Tony said. "She called the front desk trying to reach you, and they patched her through to me." 

"What? Why didn't they call me?" you said, reaching for the phone as Tony pulled it away. 

"Because this is way more fun," Tony smirked. 

"Gimme the phone!" You snapped.

Tony placed a hand on your forehead to hold you at arm's length like an annoying older brother while putting the phone back to his ear.

"Y/G/N, your granddaughter just walked in. So, I’m going to pass you over to her," Tony said. "No, don't be silly. It's no problem. I enjoyed talking with you, too. Feel free to call back anytime. My pleasure, ma'am. Bye-bye."

You sighed as the billionaire finally handed over his phone, walking back toward the pane-glass windows for some privacy.

"Hi, Grandma," you chirped.

"Hello, dear, so good to hear your voice," your grandmother said.

"How did you end up on the phone with Mr. Stark?" you asked.

"I accidentally deleted your cell phone number, but your mom has your workplace down on this list she made, so I called information and then was connected to your lovely boss," your grandma explained.

"Ah, I see. Well, he’s not technically my boss, more like an annoying man-child who pays for everything," Smirking back at Tony and sticking your tongue out.

Your grandma asked, 'What is this I hear about you riding a motorcycle?”

"Oh, no need to worry. I’m a professional, and it's part of my job," you reassured her.

"Still," your grandma began. "I hope you're wearing a helmet."

"Always, Grandma, don't worry,” you fibbed. “So, how are you?” Doing your best to shift the conversation away from your dangerous life as an Avenger.

"I’m good, sweetheart. I'm just wondering when you're going to visit me. It's been a while since I’ve seen you,” your grandma asked. 

Your heart broke at her words. Your grandma lives in an assisted living community near the compound called The Doting Tree. You did your best to see her often, but the unpredictable nature of your work made regular visits difficult.

“I know; I’m sorry. Things have been hectic lately, and I just got home from a work trip a few days ago. How about I stop by tomorrow around noon?" you asked.

“That would be great," she exclaimed. "See you then!"

"Okay, bye," you said, hanging up Tony’s phone.

You gave Tony his phone back, and he handed you a hundred-dollar bill in exchange.

“What's this for?” you asked.

“I may be an annoying man-child, but even I know you treat Grandma like a queen,” Tony quipped with a wink.

*^~^*

The following day, you joined the rest of the team for breakfast. Wanda had made her special chocolate chip pancakes and fresh orange juice for everyone. You sat beside Bucky and began squeezing Maple syrup over your pancakes. 

Pepper set a plate in front of Morgan and sat beside Tony. "So, what's everyone got lined up for today?"

"Nat and I are getting the recruits up to speed," Steve replied, digging into his pancakes.

“That sounds interesting,” Pepper said.

"It would be interesting if they paid attention this time," Nat remarked, downing the last of her orange juice.

"I always paid attention," you declared confidently.

"Sure, Y/N, you ran those extra laps after training at Nat’s request just for fun," Maria teased.

"Yelena and I are off to an advanced obedience class with Lucky and Fanny," Kate said. "This week, it's all about the army crawling!"

"By the end of the training, they'll be more mission-ready than your little recruits, Natasha," Yelena teased as she cut into her pancakes.

Nat leaned over and flicked her sister's arm.

"Ow, son of a—"

"Language!" Steve interjected.

Yelena was about to retort, but then she caught Morgan's smile and shut her mouth.

"I’m supposed to meet with Secretary Ross, but I'd much rather catch the new Godzilla vs. Kong movie. Anyone up for it?" Rhodes suggested.

"I'm in!" Sam exclaimed. "How about you, Buck?"

"Can't make it; I'm tied up," Bucky replied, sipping his orange juice.

“Come on, man, how often do we blend in with the crowd?" Sam quipped.

"I can't, Sam," Bucky replied with a shrug.

"Your loss," Sam retorted. "What about you, Y/N?"

"I'd love to, but I promised my grandma a visit," you replied.

"That's thoughtful of you, Y/N," Wanda chimed in.

"Oh, that reminds me, guess who didn't learn to ride a bike until they were nine?" Tony butted in enthusiastically.

You rolled your eyes. “And that's my cue to leave," you said, getting up. "Catch you all later.”

*^~^*

You made great use of Tony's money by treating your grandma to a lovely bouquet of roses and a box of her favorite chocolates. When you arrived at The Doting Tree, the scent of Fabuloso greeted you, mixing with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the communal area. Passing through the lobby, you exchanged a warm smile and a wave with Joan, the friendly receptionist stationed behind the oak desk.

You knocked eagerly on the door of room 508, and the sound of your grandmother's footsteps grew louder before she swung open the door.

"Y/N!" she exclaimed.

"Hey, grandma," you greeted her with a smile. "These are for you," you said, handing her the roses and chocolates.

"Oh, you didn't have to, sweetheart," she replied, taking her gifts.

You hugged her and were instantly transported back to his childhood. Her warm embrace was a comfort you didn't know you were missing.

"Please, come on in, Y/N," she said as she broke the hug.

As your grandma whipped up a delightful batch of creamy, rich hot chocolate, the cozy aroma filled the room, enveloping you in warmth and comfort. You lost track of time, immersed in lively conversations and shared memories as you leisurely walked down memory lane. She asked about your work, and you carefully selected the most positive stories to share: the most recent Stark Gala and the Avengers community outreach efforts. You wouldn't dream of telling her about the near miss on your last mission when Nat's impressive scissor-leg neck grab saved you from a potentially fatal situation.

I can't believe how quickly time has flown by," your grandma exclaimed, glancing at the clock. "Movie night starts downstairs in fifteen minutes."

"Oh, in that case, I'll leave you to get ready," you replied, getting up.

"Nonsense," she insisted. "I'd love for you to join me. Tonight is Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, a classic from the Golden Age of Hollywood."

You quickly checked your phone and were relieved to see no missed calls or texts from Fury, Maria, or Steve.

"Great, I've never seen it, and I’m free for the rest of the day," you said.

"Wonderful, let’s go," your grandma replied.

*^~^*

When you and your grandmother arrived in the small community theater, the Doting Tree staff handed out popcorn and queued up the movie. You followed your grandma to two empty seats near the end of the row. 

Hi, Y/G/N, I was hoping to see you here tonight," the brunette woman with half glasses beside her confessed.

"I wouldn't have missed this for anything. You know Jimmy Stewart is my favorite!" your grandma proclaimed. "Oh, Betty, this is my granddaughter Y/N, she's one of those Avengers!" she proudly introduced.

You felt slightly embarrassed by the attention but extended your hand to Betty. "Hi, Betty. It's great to meet you."

"It's lovely to meet you, dear. Y/G/N has told me so much about you!" Betty said.

"All good, I hope?" you joked.

"Of course. I don't know how you all do it, but thank you for everything you've done."

"It's my honor, ma'am,” you said.

"Excuse me?" a man in a sweater vest behind you said, catching your attention. "I couldn't help but overhear. You mentioned you're one of the Avengers?" 

"That's right," you replied.

"Do you happen to know James? He's one of our volunteers. My buddy Walter swears he's an Avenger."

"James?" you asked, puzzled. "We don't have anyone named—"

"Alright, folks," a familiar voice interrupted.

"Bucky," you whispered to yourself in surprise.

Your friend stood at the front of the room, looking effortlessly stylish in a casual navy crew neck shirt, perfectly fitted jeans, and trendy sneakers. His beaming smile transformed his entire appearance, making him almost unrecognizable.

"Tonight's movie is one of my favorites, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington," Bucky announced, clapping his hands together. "Jimmy Stewart was one of my favorite actors when I was a kid."

"Not to mention Jean Arthur!" someone shouted from the back row, and the room erupted in laughter.

“Alright, Stacy, can you turn off the lights, please?” Bucky asked one of the staff members.

As the idealistic young Jefferson Smith was appointed to the United States Senate, your attention continually drifted to Bucky. You observed as he quietly passed a box of Nestle crunch bites down the row to one of the residents and whispered something to the woman beside him, who laughed in response.

*^~^*

When the credits rolled, and the lights came on in the theater, you lingered at the back of the room while your grandmother caught up with her friends. Perhaps it was the spy-like instincts that Natasha had instilled in you, but you couldn’t take your eyes off him. You were captivated by the transformation in his demeanor. The man who once seemed only to wear a scowl now appeared happier than you had ever seen him.

You walked over slowly as he was engrossed in conversation with a man you recognized as Richard Swanson. According to Joan, he was one of The Doting Tree’s oldest residents in time and age. Tall and slender, with a confident posture that hinted at a lifetime of discipline and care, he still boasted a thick mane of hair that belied his age. The strands, once a rich chestnut, now shimmered with a distinguished silver hue, the only overt sign of the passing years.

"What unit were you in, Barnes?" Mr. Swanson asked.

"107th Infantry Regiment, sir," Bucky replied.

"No kidding?” said Mr. Swanson. “I was in the 103rd."

"I remember that regiment," Bucky said, snapping his fingers. "You were guarding the Trisssana Bridge, right?"

"That's right," Mr. Swanson replied. “My cousin was in the 107th Regiment. Maybe you knew him? Tim Dugan.”

"Wow," Bucky sighed, his voice trailing off as he paused to reflect. "Tim Dugan. I haven't heard that name in almost 80 years," Bucky said, his eyes distant with memories. "I did know him. He was a good man," Bucky reminisced, a hint of wistfulness in his voice.

He was indeed," Mr. Swanson sighed, his tired eyes reflecting the long day he had endured. The elderly gentleman checked his antique pocket watch. "I've got to get going. It's almost past my bedtime," he chuckled softly as he patted Bucky on the shoulder with a sense of fondness. "See you next time, Barnes."

"See you, Mr. Swanson," Buck called out, his voice carrying a tinge of warmth and respect.

"Bucky?" you said softly, careful not to startle him as you approached.

He turned at the sound of your voice, his eyes meeting yours with surprise. "Y/N? What are you doing here? I thought you were visiting your grandmother today?"

"I am; she lives here," you explained, a gentle smile gracing your lips.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, your curiosity piqued.

Bucky took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, the weight of his thoughts evident in the furrow of his brow. "Alright, look,” running his hand through his hair nervously. “Dr. Raynor thought it would be good for me to volunteer here. Spend some time with people from my generation," he said. "I resisted at first, but now..." he paused, looking around at the bustling activity of the assisted living community. "It's nice.”

"That's awesome, Buck. It's clear that the residents appreciate having you around, but why didn't you mention it to us?" You inquired.

"I just didn't want to deal with the inevitable jokes and questions from everyone," he explained.

"Oh, come on, Bucky. It wouldn't have been that bad. They would have been supportive," you reassured.

"After you left, Tony told the bike story and bought you a kid’s bicycle as a joke," Bucky deadpanned.

"Jackass," you remarked dryly.

"See," Bucky declared.

"But a supportive jackass, Buck. We all give each other shit, but at the end of the day, we're a family," you insisted. "Everyone would get it."

"Maybe," he mused. "When I'm here, I'm not an Avenger, The Winter Soldier, The White Wolf. Hell, I’m not even Bucky."

"I've noticed that, James," you said with a smirk.

Before he could respond, your grandma and her friend Betty strolled over to where you were standing.

“James, I just had to tell you how much I enjoyed tonight's movie. You have impeccable taste,” Betty said, touching his metal arm.

“Thanks a lot,” Bucky replied.

“Will you join us for our knitting class next week?” she asked eagerly.

“Work can be unpredictable, but I'm planning on it,” he responded.

“Wonderful!” Betty exclaimed. “I've been knitting a scarf for you, honey.”

Bucky blushed. “Oh, thank you. I can't wait to see it.”

"I see you’ve met James, Y/N,” your grandma said. “We’ve so enjoyed having him here the last few months.”

“Oh,” you said, looking between Bucky and your grandmother. “Yeah, I just had to come up and tell him how much I loved the movie, too.”

“Right,” Bucky said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Well, I’m feeling a bit tuckered out, Y/N,” your grandmother said. I think I'll call it a night.”

“Okay,” you said. “I'll walk you back to your room.”

“Okay, goodnight, James,” your grandmother said.

“Goodnight, Y/G/N,” Bucky replied.

You turned back toward him before following your grandma out of the room and whispered, “Don’t leave. I'll be down in a few minutes.”

Bucky nodded in agreement.

*^~^*

As you stepped off the elevator and entered the lobby, the warm glow of the chandeliers illuminated the spacious communal room. Your eyes scanned the area, searching for Bucky. After a moment, you spotted him sitting on the plush sofa, engrossed in a copy of Lord of the Rings, which he had plucked from the nearby shelf.

Sitting beside him, you couldn't help but ask, "So, what do people think James does for a living?"

With a half-smile, he replied, "Well, those who don't know who I am think I’m a mechanic at that garage on Wilshire."

The image of Bucky as a mechanic made you chuckle, and you leaned in to hear more.

"The ones who do, like Mr. Swanson, don't give a damn about who I am or who I‘ve been," he continued, returning the book to the shelf. "All they care about is living each day to the fullest."

As you silently nodded, you reflected on his words, feeling the weight of the conversation settle in. "I understand, Buck," you said, patting his thigh. "I'm glad you're finding fulfillment here, and you can trust me to keep this between us."

"Thank you," he sighed, a sense of relief in his voice.

"Let’s go home," Bucky said, a hint of determination in his tone.

As you both said goodbye to Joan in the lobby, you stepped out into the refreshing early evening breeze.

"Alright, see you at home," you said, heading towards the bus stop.

"You took the bus here?" Bucky inquired.

"Yeah, just didn't feel like driving today," you replied.

“Want a ride? I've got Nat's motorcycle," he offered, nodding towards the bike.

You arched an eyebrow, "Does she know you have it?" You knew Natasha didn't just lend her bike to anyone. You had learned that the hard way during one of your early missions together.

"Yep, she allows me to borrow the motorcycle in exchange for helping with recruit training," Bucky explained as he slipped on his leather jacket.

"Alright, I'll take your word for it," you agreed.

As you were getting ready to hop on the back of the motorcycle, you spotted the extra helmet hanging on the back. 

“Really?” Bucky quipped. “You never wear a helmet out in the field.”

“I know,” glancing back at The Doting Tree, “I just want to keep a promise to my grandmother,” you said with a smirk.

“Good call,” he replied with a grin.

You fastened the helmet and hopped on the back of the bike, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s waist. With a twist of the throttle, the bike roared to life as Bucky revved up the engine. Together, you both zoomed out of the parking lot, heading back toward the compound with a newfound sense of camaraderie and understanding.

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Imagine Tony finding out Male Reader his son used his money to buy like LOTS of LEGOs that him, Peter and Morgan spend time building things

Tony walks in with a credit card bill…

Tony: Y/N?! Why is there a charge to my card from the Lego store-

He sees Y/N, Peter and Morgan all building giant Lego sets…

Morgan: sorry Poppa

Y/N: I couldn’t say no!

Peter: yeah she gave us the eyes, Mr Stark! And Ned bought a set too!

Ned: it was the new Lego Death Star!!!

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My headcanon is that Tony Stark is wearing hair ties in his both wrists for Pepper and Morgan. Like, whenever they wanted to tie it up, he easily passed them the hair tie and maybe even doing it for them.🥰

He even love to play with their hair and making braids and various hairstyles. Tony tying up Pepper’s hair when she’s back from her work. Morgan always asked her dad to do her hair in a ponytail or and kind of braids🥹