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thran-duils · 3 years ago

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Run Into Trouble (P.1)

Title: Run Into Trouble (Part One) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Bandit Tony Stark. Infamous bandit, Tony, leaves his wife that he gained through nefarious means when he goes on dangerous runs to continue procuring fortune for himself. The reader is watched over by town patrons who are scared of her husband’s mean streak and bloodlust. But one man is not so easily frightened away. The reader is indulging herself in his company for as long as she can before Tony returns. Words: 2,163 Warnings (more may be added): Non-con, kidnapping, violence/death

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~Present

You took the treat from Ian’s calloused hand, a playful smile on your face. You unwrapped it, taking a bite leaving it in half. You savored the sugar melting on your tongue and the softness of the texture, eyes closed. The treat was pricey from the bakery down the street back in town. You had seen it in the window earlier today on your daily errands. How he knew it was what you eyed was beyond you but you guessed he merely saw it displayed and thought it was the best choice.

Ian earned well enough coin from his field work, but you did not want to deny him the taste. Holding the other half out to him, you gestured for him to take it.

Ian shook his head and gently pushed your outstretched hand back towards you. “I bought that for you. I wanted you to have it.”

You swallowed the first bite, holding the other one close again.

“That’s real sweet,” you told him. Deciding to share that you had been craving it, you said, “It was looking delicious earlier today in the store front. Like you answered a little wish to taste it.”

Ian beamed as you popped the other half in your mouth.

You typically would not walk away from the saloon with another patron alone, but you trusted him well enough. And whenever he visited, he never went upstairs with any of the workers. Never once had made a pass at you either. He was interested that was for sure, but he was respectful. He came to hear you sing and have himself a drink. And then try to get you alone to have conversation.

Ian had been warned the first time he approached you that you were off limits by the barkeep, Frank. Ian had told you as such. Frank did not hold back from telling him about Tony and Ian needed no information on who Tony Stark was. No one did.

Tony had left you here in this town as he periodically did when he was gonna go on a long job. There were towns sprinkled around you were becoming familiar with because of this. Sometimes he brought you along for short stints but not on dangerous runs. Not runs where he did not know the territory like the back of his hand and where there was risk of you getting yourself injured or worse killed. Tony was a son of a bitch and that extended to his selfish want — no, need — to have you protected for him. He did not care that you hated being left behind, only that you were there for him when he got back, unmarked, and ready to sing for him – and not just on the stage. He had loyalty through fear in towns like this. And coin he provided barkeeps for making sure his wife was well kept while he was away.

Frank did not approve of Ian wanting to hang out with you simply because he feared Tony’s wrath. So much that after a couple of weeks when Ian kept coming in after work, he had security tell Ian the last night last week he had come in he could come in as long as he kept to himself.

Ian followed the rules that time, the two of you not visiting. When he came in the next night though, you had one of the girls slip him a note and he had met you out back where you greeted him with a mug of beer. The two of you visited outside, mostly sharing stories of both of your travels.

He was nicer than Tony. A man of integrity. And you wished you had met him a long time ago, long before you had been swept away by Tony and his gang. But he had rolled in with a new wave of field workers just this last time that you were dropped off here and you knew you were running out of time to spend with him cause Tony would eventually be back.

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~Capture

Your hymn came to an end and a smile tugged at your lips, seeing your uncle smile at you from beside the front of the crowd. Your uncle thanked you for your uplifting song before taking your place in front of the small crowd gathered in the small village square as he began to share passages about abundant life through God’s word.

Your uncle had been your only family left since your parents had caught the winter flu three years ago. Slowly, your village had grown smaller and smaller as people left as so many had perished from the sickness. As if they could not bear it to be in the same spot that they had lost loved ones. Which eventually meant that your uncle made the decision to go to the road with you. You had been his caregiver since before your parents death as his gait was getting worse. He had been injured when he was thrown from a horse, but his spirits were never down. He loved continuing to do his life’s work as a pastor and you were happy to assist him. It allowed you to see more of the land and you enjoyed experiencing the travel. And singing was a passion which you were thankfully granted gift with. Plus… love was never far from your mind. Passing the word of God was the last priority on your list, love being first. Selfishly, you would only admit that to yourself.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a young boy watching the crowd from behind a pillar on the general store. You gave him a kind smile and waved your hand gently to invite him towards you. He shook his head vigorously and gestured urgently for you. Your smile faltered a little at his strange behavior, but you shot a look at your uncle before picking up your skirts and beginning to walk towards the boy.

As you approached, you asked sweetly, “What’s your name?”

“Peter,” he answered quietly.

He looked to be around ten or eleven, not too short but clearly had not reached his growth spurt yet.

He shot a look over at the bank across the square before grasping your hand tightly. He started to walk off in between the general store and the tavern, you only stumbling for a moment before deciding to allow him to pull you along with him. He was moving quickly.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked him, something inside beginning to stir with worry. Why was he taking you away and where were his parents?

“Come with me!”

“What are we doing back here?”

“Safety,” he answered over his shoulder.

Something was very off. You quickly looked around, past the ends of the buildings towards where the fields began. There was nothing in sight except the mountains in the distance and the cows standing together. Yet it did not feel right, the energy the boy was giving off. You stopped before you reached the ends of the buildings, still shielded between the two.

He grasped your hand again and began to try to drag you again. You stopped him and firmly said, “What’s going on, Peter?”

“I’m trying to make sure you are safe. It is important,” Peter responded. “Our horses are back here.”

“What do—”

You started to ask him for an explanation but suddenly a loud bang rang out from behind you. Screams followed shortly after. You stood straight, eyes zoned in back down the path between the general store and the tavern. Another loud bang and another and another before it registered with you that they were gunshots.

Your uncle!

Tearing your hand away from Peter, you gathered up your skirts, running back towards the gunfire. You did not make it far because someone came down the path suddenly and you skidded to a stop, unsure if they were friend or foe. Your answer was given quickly when they were shot in the back and blood splattered down your front and onto your face and neck. Your mouth fell open in horror as the man fell to his knees, falling face down in the dirt. Another man was coming up the path now, a bandana across the bottom half of his face, cowboy hat shadowing the top half. His gun was pulled, and he was coming straight for you.

“Uncle Bucky!” you heard Peter shout from behind you. “Not her!”

“I know not her,” the man – Bucky – said before he still pointed his gun at you and a sob welled in your throat, thinking he meant to shoot you. Instead, he threatened, “Turn around and quick!”

Terrified, you did as he asked and felt him keeping pace right behind you. He was not digging the gun into your back, but you had the feeling of it aimed directly at your back.

“You do anything stupid, and I might forget I’m not supposed to shoot you,” he said, confirming what your senses were telling you.

Behind the tavern were two horses – the ones Peter must have been referring to. Bucky threatened you to get on the bigger horse as Peter swung himself up into his saddle on the smaller horse. You grasped the horse’s reins as Bucky threatened you to ride the horse; he had you in the saddle.

As you took off, you felt him turn around and tears blurred your vision as you tried to guide the horse. You kept behind Peter, trying to blink the tears away. The gunshots died behind you, the wind in your ears. You became aware that suddenly you were being followed and you risked turning your head to look. Bucky was not threatened as he did not draw his gun and whistled, which was met with a twin whistle back. They were traveling together.

Another rider gained and took the lead in front of Peter and lead you towards the mountains. You would surely be lost. You had no idea about this area and where the next town was.

When the company came to a stop, you immediately tried to jump off the horse, but Bucky wrapped his arm tight around you.

“Whoa, there, darling. Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he grunted.

“Let me go!” you shrieked, the panic rising in your throat.

Where were you? What had happened to your uncle? Who were these men? A million worries were crashing into you.

“Get her down here!” the man who had been leading the group since he joined you in the plains barked as he came towards Bucky’s horse.

Bucky and someone who came up from your side began to strong arm you down. You thrashed, trying to scratch at the other man’s face.

“I oughta fucking—” he grunted before pinning your arms painfully to your sides and then twisting them around your back. His grip was bruising on your wrists.

Whipping you around, he forced you to face the lead man. He was sauntering now as he approached, his bandana pulled down now around his neck, exposing his face. His chestnut eyes were running up and down your frame. Heat came to your cheeks, your mind going to a dark place fathoming what was rolling around in his as he raked his gaze. He came to a stop in front of you. You did not miss the blood splattered on the sleeve of his shirt. His beard was trimmed nicely despite the dirt around his fingernails and the smell of sweat from riding.

A sudden smirk, “Well, well, songbird…” Your brow furrowed slightly, and he said, “Even in the midst of the job, I still got to appreciate that performance. Granted, not my usual type of music but I’d listen to anything you would sing to me.” It was his turn to pinch his brow before he asked, “How’d you end up on Bucky’s horse?”

“You said she was pretty,” Peter piped up, catching everyone’s attention. He went red in the ears seeing everyone’s eyes on him. He pushed on, a slight nervousness to his voice, “That she sang like a bird. I… I thought you wanted to take her.”

The man was staring at Peter, sizing him up. You were staring at him as well, mortified that such a young boy could do something so deceitful. But seeing who he ran with, men you were quickly gathering were bandits, should you even be surprised?

“You’re right,” the man said, turning his gaze back to you. His hand came to the side of your face, and you jerked your head away. That only caused him to chortle in amusement. “You’ll take a liking to me sooner or later, darling. Trust me.”

It would not be until when you got the courage to ask that you would learn your uncle had tried to save someone and taken a bullet himself.

No one was coming for you.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark fic #dark tony stark #dark marvel #dark marvel fic #my shit

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lovelybarnes · 4 years ago

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for the oneshot game thing: the title "daggers" + loki 💕

pairings: loki x reader, mentions of wanda maximoff, thor odinson, natasha romanoff, sam wilson, and bruce banner

warnings: loki’s daggers, i think that’s all? it's mostly fluff and oblivious lol

about: title request- daggers

a/n: finally finished! i actually really like how this came out- until the ending. i think i may just be incapable of writing a definitive happy ending for my darling god :(

loki and his belongings were off-limits. it was an unspoken rule announced in a booming voice every ten minutes. the god himself enforced it every time anyone came into the vicinity of his things, a scowl and his magic- activated by a single twirl of his hand- driving away any ideas someone could have dared to come up with.

not even thor was exempt to this rule, proven by the blade protruding from his side when he had come into loki’s room unannounced, fingers already tangled in his items within the first few minutes he had been inside.

loki’s things were not to be touched, barely even looked at; it was a rule.

but rules have exceptions, and it turned out you were this one’s.

thor was the first one to figure it out, first inkling coming from the time he spotted you with loki’s great treasure- the brilliantly blue tesseract- resting in your hands while you stared at it in awe. you were slumped down on the couch after a long mission that had left you sore and sad, even your favorite show unable to console you. it usually took you a few days to bounce back, although your heart was a little more chipped than before.

however, that day was different; loki was there. loki, who, to his surprise, despised seeing you so melancholy, and decided that the situation would just not do. and who better than a god to hold your hands and lift you to your feet? a god who held the same thing you had asked excitedly about the first time you heard about it.

so, he frowned at you and flicked his hand, a small whirlpool appearing above it and dropping his beloved tesseract into his waiting hand. you had gaped at him, startled eyes flicking from him to the cube you thought shield had safely stored away in one of its facilities. “shield thinks a lot of things, my pet,” loki had muttered simply and offered you the glowing tesseract, urging you to hold it. “r- really?” you asked, reaching for it once you got his faux annoyed confirmation and marvelling at it. “wow,” you had whispered, before smiling at loki, “thank you, loki.”

natasha noticed when she’d see you sneak into his room in the night- when the only thing preventing the dark sky above you to swallow you whole were the bright littered stars, observing as you took his offered book from his outstretched hand. watching as you read a few chapters yourself before ultimately deciding you liked it much better when loki was the one that read to you, velvet voice bringing the words to life, and wonderful magic making pretty images for you to look at.

steve and tony realized when they spotted you inside his room, a wide grin taking up half your face while you eyed the gold horns resting carefully in your hand. the pair had frozen in the hallway, arguing voices falling silent as they struggled to see through the sliver between the door and the doorframe. steve was seconds away from pushing the door open to remind you of The Rule when another pair of fingertips touched yours, a different voice mixing gently with yours. pale fingers lifted the headpiece from your grasp, turning it and placing it on your head with the care no one believed loki was capable of.

your gasp snapped them out of it, fearful that it was pointed at them rather than at your reflection.

sam and wanda noticed when they recognized loki’s ring on your finger. an accidental look into your mind confirmed that it had been dotingly slipped on barely two nights before, after having seen the ring on one of loki’s own digits and twirled it in circles in anxiety enough times to realize how it was always there- which was why it was so surprising when he offered it to you a morning after you had spent the night curled up with him.

he had watched as you fingered the ring he had left on his nightstand, interested eyes following every ridge and indent as if trying to commit it to memory. you had refused at first, but he had had none of it, taking it from your attentive hold and delicately putting it on your finger. he had pressed his lips to your knuckles, although you were too oblivious to see how serious his eyes truly were, how honest the truth of his actions were.

you were the last to see it, of course, and it came when shocked eyes fell on you while you handled sharp blades with nimble fingers. “what are you doing?-” banner asked you, eyes wide, startling realization of what exactly the weapons were and who they belonged to suddenly coming to him. had he not been as scared of loki as he had, he would’ve taken them from you and dragged you off to escape the god’s wrath.

you frowned at him, pausing your actions. “just playing with loki’s daggers, they’re really impressive, look.” you grabbed the sharp side and lightly pushed bruce’s chest with the handle, making him flinch back. “you can’t touch those- do you know how much he likes them?”

you nodded, “i do, and i see why,” you bring them back to you, holding them correctly as you observed them. “you’re not supposed to touch any of his stuff,” bruce informed you, looking to the hallway leading to the elevator. “why not?” you question, genuinely concerned you had been overstepping.

“because he likes them and he doesn’t like us.”

your eyes flicker down to the ring you’re still wearing, the ghost of the weight of loki’s elegant horns settling on the crown of your head like the night he had placed them there. the realization hits you, making your eyelids flutter, daggers nearly falling from your hold when loki himself walks in, indifferent to the fact you’re in possession of his beloved daggers. bruce warningly gestures to them, oblivious, once more before walking off awkwardly, ignoring loki’s narrowed eyes in his direction.

noticing the look in your eyes, loki tilts his head, walking towards you, “is something wrong, darling?” he queries. you blink, the image of your favorite god clearer as you smile. “no,” you reply, “nothing’s wrong,” you reassure, glancing back at the daggers that make your soft smile grow, “everything’s perfect.”

and it was- especially when you kissed him two days letter, and everything his became yours, too (although it already was).

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marvelsuperfangirl · 4 years ago

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Mystery

Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader

Bucky thought he would be the weirdest among that team of weirdoes called the Avengers.

However he quickly realized that it wouldn’t be the case. Sure he was a 106 years old man, former soldier and also former brainwashed assassin turned super soldier hero with a metal arm, but he had serious competition in his teammates.

An equally old super soldier turned nationan symbol, a guy turning green and giant when angry, a super mysterious spy queen of sass, an overly sarcastic and a bit stupid archer, a super well-performing android, a witch or something like that and of course, the owner of the place : the edge-depressed billionaire fighting in a high-tech armor.

But among all of them, the one who’d win the gold on that weirdness podium was the young woman whose arrival preceeded his : Y/N.

At first, he simply thought that itw as strange for her to only show herself at night, but with all their teammates quirks it wasn’t that surprising.

And as the time passed, he started noticing more things. They met in the compound’s kitchen, in the middle of the night, where he learnt her name and who she was. She never eat anything, she was rushing off the living room when the sun started to rise…. Apart from that she seemed totally normal but those few things were definitely strange enought to grab his attention.

Soon that attention turned into hardcore curiosity. Bucky had to know what was going on.

Of course, he thought about asking his teammates but they all exchanged glances and small « complices » smiles before sending him off with a pathetic excuse.

« Why don’t you investigate on your own ? If we tell you i twill be no fun at all » Steve said, patting his best friend on the shoulder.

« Or you could go ask her…If youd are » Tony added, throwing a dark glance his way before returning to making his umpteenth cup of coffee.

Everyone threw the same glance at the super soldier.

« Okay… »

He got up and walked back to his room, to think of the perfect plan to uncover Y/N A.K.A the Avengers’ compound most mysterious resident secret.

After long hours of trying to get the girl or mostly her secret out of her mind, he decided to take matter in his own hand.

His alarm clock showed 20:16. It would soon be time for dinner, investigation mode was on. Bucky left his room to join the bunch in the floor right under.

Most of the team was already around the table and in the kitchen when he walked in.

Y/N was sitting at the table beside Clint, discussing whatever topic which seemed to lit up her face, while all the others enjoyed their diner. As always, she was the only one not to have anything in front of her.

Bucky chose to be upfront to finally get the answers he needed and finally regain his sleep and peace of mind. He marched to the table and took a seat right at the opposite of Y/N, she looked at him and smiled.

Without giving her even the time to vocally greet him, he asked her about what has been troubling him for so long.

« Y/N, why do you sleep during the day, never eat anything and have a weird behaviour ? »

The young woman stared at the soldier with her eyebrowd scrunched up, betraying her confusion.

« Ugh, nothing more than the ordinary reasons. Why the questions out of nowhere ? »

All the other teammates were watching, with bemused looks.

« He dared ! » Clint whispered

« He dared ! » followed Sam and Natasha

« Yes, he did » Tony finished as they all started chuckling, leaving Bucky and Y/N in the uttermost confusion.

« Okay…Is there a private joke going on that we clearly aren’t a part of or… ? » Y/N asked, annoyed at her friends ‘s behaviour.

« She’s angry ! We told you Bucky, didn’t we ? Why did you dared ask her ? » Clint pleaded, pointing an accusatory finger at the former soldier with fear in his eyes.

« Undercome her wrath now ! It was nice knowing you, pal » Natasha said, patting his shoulder before retreating ot the kitchen.

« Alright, I get it ! » Bucky exclaimed getting annoyed at all of them, seeing the questions remaining unanswered and being mocked by most of his friends. It didn’t ease him that Y/N seemed as clueless as he was.

Natasha passed him by the second time and before going back to her seat, handed something to Y/N.

« Here, Y/N. Fresh from this morning »

The young woman accepted the gift with a smile.

The item in question was a plastic bag, the one you can find hanging from metal poles and « perfed » to bedded patients. A red liquid filled the bag…

Y/N uncapped the tube linked to the bag and placed the extremity into her mouth, like a straw and the liquid was sucked into the tube, right into her mouth.

Bucky’s brain cells , that failed to connect until now, did the math…

Y/N was drinking from a blood pack and nobody seemed to think itw as normal. Then why did his eyes widened so much he felt like his eyes were about to pop out of their socket.

« You’re…A vampire ? »

Y/N stopped drinking and took the tube out of her mouth ?

« Weren’t you aware after all this time ? »

The not so discreet snickers of the rest of the group turned into full laughter, under the shocked gaze of Bucky and the uncomprehension of Y/N.

While everyone was laughing like a bunch of whales, Y/N focused on Bucky.

« They didn’t tell you until now ? »

He sigh in response, rolling his eyes at the group.

« Don’t worry, I don’t bite »

Then she threw him a fangy smile , leaving her two sharp teeth out for him to see, before returning to her meal.

Bucky watched her all the while.

She let go of the bag for the second time , licking your lips and fangs greedily, preventing any blood to linger where it shouldn’t, then your eyes settled back on your clueless teammate.

« I only bite with consent. So if you want to try it, don’t hesitate you’re exactly my type, a delicious snack »

And with a wink, she focused back on her blood pack, leaving the soldier blushing like mad, under the gazes of the team who had gone silent, watching the scene unfold before their eyes with smirks and teasing smiles.

When Bucky realized that he was being stared at, he thrw them his best glare and when they weren’t even phased by his dangerosity, he hurriedly stood up and walked out of the living area, face still flushed from his cluelessness and at how adorable his vampire mate was and he didn’t notice before.

After all, if she thought of him as a snack, he wouldn’t mind being devoured by her.

#marvel #marvel imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #vampire!reader #halloween #halloween imagine

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hiddlesbummmm · 4 years ago

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Here is the Peter X Loki fic requested by anon! You can read the original prompt here

Thank you for the request, I absolutely loved writing this! I hope you enjoy 😁💕

Next on my list is a Bucky X Reader fic requested by an Anon! Stay tuned for that one in (hopefully) a few days!

Warnings: SFW Tickle fic

Words: 2534 Lee Peter X Ler Loki

Learning Humanity

Patience was not in Loki’s nature. Due to him being the God of Mischief, he tended to be blunt, stubborn, impatient, and of course mischievous. On the outside, Loki appeared uncaring and unbothered by Midgardian emotions. But, those close to him, knew this was inaccurate. For those close to Loki, he was actually quite open, caring, and attentive to their needs. Yes, he poked fun at these emotions, but he truly did care for his friends and family. Once his tough-guy facade was dropped, he was one of the best listeners in the compound.

Many of the other avengers constantly used Loki as a backboard to bounce ideas off of or to vent about something another teammate did or how a mission went array. Mostly because he was unbiased and looked at the situation in full instead of the character of the person who brought up the idea. He was well trusted and gave good advice.

Now, there was one person in the compound who had reserved a very soft spot in Loki’s heart. Your first assumption would probably be his older brother Thor, but you would be wrong. Of course, Thor reserved a huge chunk of Loki’s time, respect, and love. But, there was also another person with who Loki truly cared for and bonded. This person happened to be Peter Parker.

Maybe it was because Peter was a constant reminder of Loki’s youth. Peter took after the God by being a very brilliant prankster. Of course, Peter had never attempted to prank Loki before, but Loki was impressed, to say the least. Peter didn’t know that for lots of his pranks, Loki would be lurking nearby, baffled by the creativity of the young teenager.

Growing up, Loki was of course quite a trickster. But eventually, he had to back off because Lady Sif had had enough of his silliness and took matters into her own hands. Loki would never wish the wrath of Sif onto anyone.

Even though Peter did get on some people's nerves, his pranks were harmless enough that no real punishment ever occurred. Peter had an innocent aura that radiated around him, so even when he was caught dead in the act of something mischievous, he often was able to stutter his way out of it. His face would turn beet red, and he would cower like a hurt puppy dog. This induced a high level of pity on the boy, and he was able to escape any ratifications. Loki heavily praised him for that skill.

This was why Loki had such a soft spot for the boy. Peter was just like a younger brother to Loki. He had always dreamed of having a younger sibling in his life. Thor was a great older brother, but sometimes Loki wished he himself could fill the role of being the big brother. He wanted to be someone the youth looked up to, came to for support, and slightly feared.

Peter, an only child, of course, loved the attention he received from Loki. Especially when he pulled off a decent prank. Growing up, he was absolutely terrified of Loki because of the 2012 alien invasion. But after living with the God for a few months, Peter decided he wasn’t that bad after all. He was just another victim of manipulation and mind control whose image had been warped by the media.

Peter liked talking with Loki mainly because he didn’t feel embarrassed about discussing his failures with him. As much as Peter loved and respected Tony, sometimes he felt like nothing he did would ever be good enough for him. Loki never gave off that vibe. Loki always teased Peter of course whenever he stopped by the library to ask for help. He would say “Wow. You must be truly desperate to come to me for help”. But then after making Peter chuckle, he would place his book back on the coffee table and take a look at Peter’s blueprints.

After months of bonding, the unlikely duo ruled the compound in prank wars and compassion. Thor was especially pleased to see Loki fitting in much better now with Earth's mightiest heroes. Loki enjoyed fulfilling Peter’s knack of curiosity about Asgard and all things alien. Loki even took the time to train Peter in some Asgardian hand-to-hand combat.

Although he wouldn’t say it out loud, Loki missed the boy while he was away at school. Loki didn’t relate as well to his other teammates and so he more often than not subjected himself to reading by himself in his room or library. He did enjoy when he was invited to play poker or any other board game, but it was never the same without Peter’s high amounts of energy shifting the moods of everyone he was around.

This is why Loki truly regrets the day he made the poor boy cry. Loki struggled with controlling his rage, and up until this point was able to push those emotions aside. But, for some reason, he was not able to control himself the day Peter broke his mother's vase.

The day started like usual. It was a Saturday so Peter didn’t have to go to school. The compound was scarce due to most of the team being on a mission somewhere in Africa. Steve decided Loki’s services were not needed this trip and asked him to hang back and keep an eye on the teenager. Loki happily obliged since he didn’t feel like going on a mission this time around.

Since most of the team of gone, Loki thought it would be fitting to teach Peter the skills of being stealthy. Peter was great at sneaking around and swinging up into rafters of buildings to hide. But, without his webs, he was pretty clunky on his feet.

Loki thought it would be wise to teach him these skills in case he gets into a situation where his web-shooters become disarmed or something. Peter was happy to learn from an experienced fighter and gleefully obliged to the training.

In this exercise, the game was similar to hide and seek. Peter was to sneak around the compound and see how long it would take for Loki to catch up to him. The only rule was Peter could not climb anything, and he could not settle down and hide for more than 5 minutes in a single spot. If Peter could avoid Loki for more than an hour, Loki promised he would allow the boy to try a sip of one of his special Asgardian spirits. That alone was enough to get the boy buzzed. Obviously Tony would never let this happen, so it was perfect he was on the mission.

Peter disappeared into the darkness of the compound as Loki counted to 100, giving Peter ample time to put some distance between themselves. Once he reached 100, Loki wandered around looking for the boy. Loki looked in the usual spots the boy liked to hang out. The kitchen, the common room, the gym, but there was no trace of the spider. Loki glanced at his timer and realized it had been 45 minutes somehow and he needed to hurry up or he would lose the challenge. Loki quietly stalked down the hallway leading to the living quarters and paused when he thought he heard something in the distance.

Listening intently, he heard a crashing sound and very quiet “ Oh shit” echoing down the hallway. Smirking, Loki bounded down the halls to find the culprit. He rounded the corner and noticed his bedroom door was agape. The silly boy had chosen to hide in his room. Clever, but not clever enough.

Loki jumped into his room to surprise the boy when he froze in his steps once he saw the scene laid out in front of him.

Peter was crouched next to Loki’s bookshelf hurriedly picking up pieces of broken glass. Loki flicked on the light to see what it was half expecting it to be a random coffee mug he haphazardly left in his room. But, to Loki’s horror, it was actually something much more important. It was a vase his mother had gotten him.

Now, Loki wasn’t a sentimental person, but just having the presence of an object that was so loved by his mother put his heart at ease. Frigga had given this to Loki upon his return to Asgard after the 2012 earth invasion. It was her way of showing that she still loved him even after the horrible things he had done. She would replace the flowers inside the vase weekly outside of Loki’s prison cell so he would have a constant reminder of her love.

Seeing that precious vase laying on the floor shattered to pieces caused Loki’s blood to boil. Without processing his next words he spat hateful things at Peter.

“You clumsy incompetent swine! I can’t believe that out of pure stupidity you waltzed into my room and destroyed something so priceless. You will never be a good fighter since you can’t even pay attention to your immediate surroundings without an ounce of danger in your presence.”

Loki’s harsh tone sliced through the air and pierced Peter deeply. Peter opened his mouth to apologize but nothing came out. His head hung low as he ran from the room, tears running down his cheek as he couldn’t hold them back.

The moment Peter disappeared from view, Loki was filled with guilt. How could he say such horrid things to Peter!? His mother would have most definitely scolded him if he ever talked to Thor that way. Loki was supposed to be the role model, and instead, he snapped and chewed up the kid for something that was a complete and utter accident. Loki could fix it with his magic if he really wanted to! Filled with regret, Loki went in search of Peter to give him a proper apology.

It didn’t take long to find the young boy. He was laying down on a couch in the common room, with his feet on the cushions and his knees tucked into his chest. Peter was no longer crying, but his eyes were still puffy and red. Loki walked over to the boy and gestured his interest in sitting down. Peter nodded and Loki sat down by his feet.

It was silent for a few moments until Loki spoke up.

“ Peter, you have no idea how incredibly sorry I am for the way I spoke to you. I should have held my tongue and not snapped like I did. You are like my little brother, and I should have treated you with the utmost respect. Will you please forgive me?”

Peter swallowed as he turned to lay on his back so he could see Loki face to face. Peter was never one to hold a grudge and he could see the sadness behind Loki’s eyes as he truly meant the words he spoke.

“ I I I forgive you. I re-really am sorry for breaking that vase. I uh should have paid more attention to my surroundings. Will you keep training me?”

Loki was tempted to hug the boy but fought against it because he didn’t want to invade his space while his emotions were high.

“ Peter, of course, I will still train you. It was a silly thing for me to get upset about. I can always fix it with my magic”. Loki looked down at his lap.

“ Well, what’s so important about that vase anyway? It obviously must mean something to you?” Peter trod lightly.

With a sideward glance, Loki chuckled and explained the history of the vase. Peter listened intently and now deeply understood Loki’s frustration and anger.

While Loki was telling the tale, he happened to place a hand on Peter’s foot that had made its way into his lap. Accidentally brushing his sole, Peter let out a shriek and clamped his hand over his mouth.

A mischievous twinkle appeared his Loki’s eyes as he realized what he had done. Gripping Peter’s foot tightly now, he smirked at the boy.

“ Well well well. It appears you are rather ticklish. How perfect the timing! I can’t let you stay sad forever, how about I cheer you up?”

Apparently, Peter’s feet were one of his worst spots because the moment Loki scratched 5 of his fingers against the sole, Peter howled and violently tried to shake his foot out of Loki’s grasp. Loki sneered as he pulled Peter closer to him and swiftly sat in his shins to hold his feet in place. Loki scribbled all over his feet and learned that when he swiped under his toes, Peter would squeal.

“ PLEHEHEASE LOKI IHHH AM NOT SAHAHAD ANYMORE”

Loki released his torturous grip on his feet and switch to his belly. Peter was already weakened by the previous attack, so he just allowed Loki to poke and prod at his stomach.

“ Wow. I never knew you could make such cute noises.” Loki teased as Peter quickly covered his face with his hands.

“ Hey! Don’t you be hiding your laughter from me boy!” Loki said as he dove his hands under the boy's arms. Peter slammed his arms down and started giggling like crazy.

“ Okayahaha Lo-Loki! I’m all chehehered up now!”

Loki could tell Peter was getting close to tapping out, so he stopped his tickling to allow the boy to breathe.

“ Okay okay. I see that smile. I guess you aren’t sad anymore. But just to make sure that frown doesn’t come back, I have one more thing in store for you” Loki grinned and quickly leaned down to blow a raspberry on Peter’s now exposed stomach.

Blow after blow caused Peter to just throw his head back, squint his eyes shut, and let deep belly laughter escape from his mouth. To make things even worse, Loki also spidered up one of his sides at the same time just to throw his nerves on the edge.

Once his laughter turned to coughs and hiccups, Loki relented his attack for good.

“Ehehe please do-don’t tell the others about this hehe. I can’t stand *hiccup* any more teasing.”

Loki chuckled and nodded. “ Of course. I want to keep this cute little tickle toy to myself now”. He reached over and pinched Peter’s beet red cheek.

“ In all seriousness, I really do regret all the things I said to you. How about I make it up to you and allow you to try my spirits as well as show you how I can fix the vase?”

Peter nodded gleefully and together the brothers from other mothers went in search of the liquor cabinet.

The night was then filled with even more helpless giggles as the unlikely duo stayed up late telling each other embarrassing tales and participating in more tickle fights until they both fell asleep on the ground.

When the team returned the following morning, they all chuckled seeing the two of them sleeping on the floor in the common room. They didn’t know what had happened that previous night, but we’re glad to see Loki learning the ropes of humanity.

#Mcu tickle fic #lee peter #ler loki #soft loki #tickle fic #marvel tic #marvel tickle #cheer up tickles #anon prompt #hiddlesbummmm fics

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years ago

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Don’t Feed The Flames - Bucky Barnes x (f)reader, Natasha x platonic (f) reader

Summary: Bucky has made you angry after a tough mission with the crew, why you ask? Apparently he thinks it’s totally fine to run inside a burning building to help you complete the mission in question.

Warning: bit of angst, mostly a good time with the team, Bucky fluff shoved in ur welcome

-reader has fire powers btw, I don’t wanna confuse anyone lol

Masterlist

The mission was difficult to say the least, successful in its own right, but tough for everyone involved. All the Avengers were needed for this clusterfuck of a mission, minus Bruce and Thor who are elsewhere in the universe, lucky them.

All the team needed to do was infiltrated one of the last highly armed Hydra bases left in existence, get rid of the artillery and boom, slither right on in. Objective? Snatch valuable intel as to where the other bases are hiding, and surprise surprise, you and Wanda had to take care of some very pissed off experimentees who were unfortunately brainwashed beyond the point of helping them recover.

Ending the night in everyone quickly evacuating the premise with the essentials while you stayed back to blow up the base to nothing more then bricks and ash. Although during this, Bucky stayed back to shoot some freelancers who tried to take you the fuck out, with what would you know it; flame throwers.

Apparently Hydra is greatly lacking in weapons and functioning brain cells, among other things. Granted, you understood Bucky’s concern for your well-being when he ran into the fire. But oh dear lord were you not happy with him one goddamn bit.

Luckily Sam was able to pluck him out before anything fell on your idiot boyfriend while you were producing mass destruction in the giant airplane storage area. In the aftermath, you came out unharmed but covered in smudge marks and burnt off cloves yet again.

Bucky? Well he came away with a pissed off girlfriend and his life to say the least. And let’s just say the long four hour ride back was a tad bit awkward, even if you were too damn exhausted to show your irritation with Bucky. The team sure as hell knew he wasn’t going to be spared of your wrath when the jet landed.

It took approximately ten seconds for your man to shuffle out of your line of sight, using Steve as a shield to hide behind while they walked out. You had been distracted when Natasha asked for something picked up, then suddenly your mind was on Bucky. A moment later you stomped out of the Quinjet in pursuit of the one and only James Buchanan Barnes as he awaited your fury.

“James!” You growl fiercely, “You are the most fucking reckless person I’ve ever fucking met and I’m literally friends with Tony!” You snap while the rest of your teammates go about their business, trying to listen yet smartly staying out of everything.

“I know.” Mutters Bucky like a kicked puppy suffering his mother’s wrath, blue eyes looking at you with regret clearly visible on his handsome face.

“You know! You know!? Then why the fuck would you just run into the flames like that!” You shout while throwing your arms into the air in frustration, “You’re not fire proof Bucky!”

“Y/N...”

“Do you have a goddamn death wish!?” You interrupt, giving him a dumbfounded look as he glances from Steve to the floor then back to you again, trying to find something or someone with enough pity to help him.

He finds none, “Well....no.” Your brows raise yet again at his short and annoyingly blunt answers to make up for his stupidly daring boldness.

“Then why-ugh, whatever never mind.” You dismiss with a wave of your hand before quickly turning on your heels to walk for the metal doors into the main part of the facility, while the others keep their distance from your heated state.

“Wait Y/N, come back I’m sorry!” Exclaims Bucky desperately while you continue to ignore your reckless man, “You’re right I shouldn’t have....ugh...come on babe....shit...” Mutters Bucky as he watches you leave him in such a heated state.

“Dude just let her cool off, oh uh well....no pun intended.” Jokes Sam with a shrug as Bucky watches you stomp away in frustration, your body almost sizzling with actual flame.

“I didn’t mean to....well...ugh, shit I guess I kind of did.” Admits Bucky with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as you slam the door shut with a loud thud, “Sometimes I forget fire can’t hurt her. I should have just let her handle the burning building herself instead of going inside when she uh, told me not to.”

Steve walks out of the Quinjet with a bag in hand to greet the two, “Y/N seemed a bit...”

“Pissed off.” Adds Sam with a light chuckle as Bucky frowns at the giant glass window.

“Yeah.” Mutters Steve awkwardly as he side eyes Bucky, “Well ugh, see you guys at dinner, I think Wanda and Vision are getting takeout from somewhere.”

“See ya Steve.”

“Bye.”

Sam and Bucky watch as Steve heads for the metal doors, soon he’s gone and the two are the only Avengers left in the giant parking garage of sorts.

“She’s going to hate me for the rest of the day I know it.” Sadly mutters Bucky, already missing your beautiful face no matter what state your in.

“I wouldn’t say it’s hate.”

“She’s going to be very disappointed in me then.”

“Yeah probably.”

Bucky gives him an offended look, “You’re supposed to say something uplifting or positive.”

“Man don’t look at me for relationship advice. This is Y/N we’re talking about, just give her a couple hours she’ll simmer down.” Inquirers Sam with a friendly pat on the back before he starts walking away for the door, as casually and unbothered as ever.

Bucky keeps silent for a moment while his mind swims with what to do next, suddenly he looks up at his retreating friend, “Hey Sam!” Shouts Bucky just as Sam opens up the door, causing him to stop and give his friend a quizzical look.

“What?!”

“Fuck you!”

Sam immediately snorts, “You brought this upon yourself brother!” And with that he shuts the door leaving Bucky alone and full of regret for putting himself in danger today when you specifically told him you could handle yourself.

Why is caring for someone so hard, wonders Bucky.

——

After taking a greatly needed shower and putting on a fresh new pair of comfortable clothing for the evening, you slipped past your friends rooms and away from where Bucky may be hiding.

Until at last you made it to Natasha’s door without being caught by anyone in the hallway and stopped for a needless conversation. Soon enough you slip into Nat’s room and saunter around for a bit as you wait for her to end her shower.

“Oh shit!” Gasps Natasha as soon as she opens the door and notices you poking around her stuff, “Jesus Y/N how’d you get in here!?”

“I opened the door.”

“I thought I locked it?”

“You did.”

Natasha gives you a puzzled look as you wander over to her nightstand, nonchalantly minding your business while picking up her current novel as she watches you curiously, “So uh, how’s it going?” She asks cautiously, well aware of your irritation with Bucky earlier that day.

Flipping through the pages you answer her honestly, “I’m fine now.”

Natasha nods before turning around to search through her drawers for an outfit, “I figured that much, considering if you were still pissed you’d be throwing fireballs into the cement wall downstairs.” She quips with her usual smirk as you gently close the book and set it back in its rightful place.

“That is.....true.” You agree with a shrug, “I’m just sending a message at this point.”

“Oh really?” Laughs Natasha while slipping on a shirt, “Poor Bucky then.”

“Yeah well he was being an idiot tough guy so....it’s what I’m doing.” You add with a lopsided smug grin, “Serves him right for being reckless with no regard for his physical safety. I love him but at what cost?”

“Someone needs to tell Steve that.” Mutters Natasha as she pulls on some sweatpants.

You chuckle, “What? That someone needs to tell Steve they love him? Not a bad idea.”

“That too.” Points Natasha, “I seriously don’t know how he’s not dead yet.”

Your brows furrow in thought for a moment, “He’s built like a stone sentinel with a will greater then many, he fears nothing.” You deadpan, face stoic and serious.

“Just about.” Laughs Natasha as you begin to cackle right along with her, in the middle of your laughing fit does the door suddenly burst open to reveal...

“Hello ladies.” Chirps Tony with an award winning smile, usual old T-shirt on and hair a bit of a mess though somehow managing to keep his Stark charm.

“I really need to get an automatic lock on that thing.” Mutters Nat to no one in particular.

“What’s up Stark.” You add with an acknowledging tilt of your head, “You here to bother us or tell us something interesting?”

“Everything I say is interesting my dear sparky.” Quips Tony with a brow wiggle.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Right, anyways. Foods here.” Chides Tony as he sets a hand on his hip, “Unless you’re both too cool for movie night. More for us then, I’ll have Vision drop off our half eaten tacos.”

“We have tacos?” You ask with an intrigued raise of your brow, just wanting to confirm and make sure he’s not bluffing, you fucking love taco night.

“Yep.”

“How long have they been here?”

“Wanda and Vis just arrived so you’re the first two I found.” Oh, fuck yeah!

Turning your head to a smirking Natasha you smile back before bolting for the door, “Move Stark!” You snap before shoving him to the side and cackling as you and Natasha book it down the hall with Tony trying to keep up in the background. What can you say, Natasha always makes it a competition and its taco night. Sometimes you gotta play dirty.

Soon you and your assassin best friend who you tripped up before reaching the door finally skid into the Avengers giant lounging area. The room is relatively empty with the exception of Wanda and Vision who are seated at the large metal table near the kitchen where all the various paper bags of tacos are seated. And ripe for the taking.

Smelling absolutely delicious all tucked snug in their wrapping and filled with the most divine ingredients, you could just about die of happiness. With a beaming smile upon your face and the surprised expressions from your two friends you belt out loudly, “Tacos FUCK YEAH!” Before racing for the bags and getting tripped by Natasha.

Whipping your head up to watch her snatch a bag you growl half angrily, “You bitch.” While she happily smiles back down at you, taco in hand.

“What are you doing on the floor? Foods here.” She jokes as you quickly walk over to the counter with all the bags.

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious now give me that.”

After about ten minutes of eating and shooting the breeze with Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and Tony; you’re ears immediately catch the sounds of thundered running down the hallway and other muffled curses from two familiar individuals.

“Fun’s arrived.” Whispers Natasha with a friendly nudge to your arm as it lays on the flat surface of the table while you absentmindedly crumple up a wrapper.

Biting your lip you anticipate the impending commotion, “Fantastic.” And this whole evening could be more enjoyable if your hundred year old boyfriend would have used some common sense.

A second later the door swings open to reveal a panting Sam before Bucky slides in after him, equally as flustered, those two idiots. As they stand there collecting their breaths, Steve casually steps into the room, walking past them and over to the bags of tacos, “Aw sweet, taco night.” He confirms excitedly, hungrily eyeing up a particular bag.

Rolling your eyes, you slouch carelessly into your expensive swivel chair before turning to Wanda who’s seated across from you, “Hey, Red Riding Hood, you’re up.” She turns her attention away from Vision and nods before giving you a sly smirk and using her power to send a balled up piece of taco wrapping straight for your head.

In one calculably swift motion do you incinerate the paper material before its able to reach your face, “Y/N you’re going to set the fire detectors off.” Laughs Tony as he crumbles up a new ball.

“Eh, we could afford a renovation.”

Tony fake scoffs, “Rude.”

“Well Y/N, I thought you did great.” Applauds Wanda with a chuckle as the three other men walk around to the far end where no one is seated, “Alright Tony you next.”

You refrain from making any eye contact with Bucky who steals a few longing glances at your smiling face, instead he follows Sam and Steve to the opposite end and watches as you quickly turn another balled up paper to ash. The sounds of your laughter and the rest of the tables almost enough to drive him insane.

Yet he refrains, Bucky knows he’s essentially in time out, reason for almost getting himself killed today; and you’re not breaking anytime soon, or so he thinks.

Ignoring the three boys hungrily attacking their poor tacos away from the main groups theatrics, Vision suddenly gains your attention, “Well I suppose I should participate with this game or fear feeling left out....uh, what is the objective? Or perhaps the name?”

“They throw wrappers at me and I set them on fire before it hits myself or the ground.” You reply while crumbling up another piece, leaving Vision to process the possible deeper meaning to your brief explanation, though there really isn’t one. It’s just for fun.

“By the way I’ve been able to get her exactly once.” Brags Tony with a shit eating grin, causing you to scoff at that memory.

“Oh fuck all the way off you flicked water into my face and then threw the paper.”

“And it was very much worth it.” He confirms as you roll your eyes at his cheating from last taco night.

The rest of your friends fill the room with snickers and some louder laughter coming from Sam down at the far end, with a raised brow you snap your head in that direction and stand, “Something funny bird boy?” You quip in a half threatening manner.

Sam’s smirk immediately drops from his face as his expression appears nonchalant, “What nooo. That was Steve.” He mutters before taking another bite out of his taco.

“Y/N that was definitely not me.”

“Uh huh.”

“Maybe it was Bucky.” Jokes Sam as you shift your fiery attention over to a fearful Bucky who quickly shakes his head before smacking Sam on the arm.

“No.” You confirm with a knowing smirk, “He doesn’t have a death wish.”

“Well neither do I please have mercy.” Pleads Sam with hands raised in defeat, “I would like to finish my taco.”

You stare down at them for a brief tension filled moment before casually shrugging, “Yeah alright.” Before sitting back down again.

——

Opening up the trash can you quickly shove down three giant paper bags from dinner with a bit of effort considering how full it is. Natasha and Vision are cleaning up in various areas nearby while Sam, Bucky, Natasha, Steve, and Tony sit in the lounging area discussing if it was necessary that Dobby was killed off in the Deathly Hallows. You know, normal things you discuss with your superpowered friends.

Well Bucky is mostly just listening and stealing glances over to you every couple of minutes, really wishing you would just walk over to him and let him show you how sorry he was with the biggest hug he could possibly muster. Probably never letting you go again, though you wouldn’t mind.

Ignoring your own longing to be cuddled up next to Bucky, you instead fight with the damn trash can to fucking shut its dumb lid already. With one hand forcefully shoving down bags, paper plates, and banana peels you start to think if volunteering for clean up was even worth it.

A blue flame suddenly erupts from your palm and makes a big black hole through the paper bags and plates, your eyes go wide in surprise as you immediately retract your hand from the trash and shut the lid just as quickly.

Taking a single step back you let out a breath before turning your head to find Bucky watching your whole ordeal go down with a drink in hand, guess he must have gotten up to get some juice and stayed for your one on one brawl with the trash can. Rolling your eyes, you wave it off, “Completely under control.” You mutter as he slowly nods.

Well this is awkward.

Shifting your gaze from Bucky to your friends and back to Bucky again, he finally speaks, “Is that why the lid has smoke coming from under it?”

“What?” You wonder in puzzlement before looking back down at the trash can to find smoke indeed rising, “Oh fuck!” Ripping the lid off you’re kindly greeted with a burst of flame and smoke. Well, shit.

“Uh, Y/N?” Asks Bucky with an uncertain chuckle, “You’re positive everything is under control?” Quips your smartass boyfriend.

With more flames rising to an almost alarming level, though not quit yet, you glance at your oblivious friends before racing for the sink, “Yes! Everything is fucking fine!” Wanda skips to the side as you snatch a cup of something from the counter by the sink.

Running back you skid in your tracks and dump the clear liquid onto the flames which causes them to rise even higher and gain the attentions of everyone sitting down and relaxing, “Why is my trash can on fire?” Asks Tony as casually as ever.

“I don’t know maybe it looks better this way?!” You sass before giving the glass a double take, “The hell? What the fuck was in this!” You shout, holding up the glass while fire burns in the trash from behind you.

“Oh that had some Quinjet fuel in it, why do you ask?” Replies Tony, he’s gotta be fucking with you.

Squinting at him in bewilderment, you shake the empty glass in frustration, “Why the fuck would there be a random glass of fuel sitting in a clear unlabeled glass on the fucking sink of all places!”

“What did you think it was?”

“Oh I don’t know!? Water?!” You snap causing the fire to roar even higher at your outburst.

Looking almost like a demon princess standing there with flames rising from behind you, your fists ball up with blue flame, something that you don’t even realize is happening as you give Tony a (what the fuck are you actually stupid) face.

Sensing your obvious irritation and rising anger, Bucky comes to the rescue with a whole bowl full of actual water and promptly dumbs it onto the flames which causes the unless materials to sizzle and whine. Soon the oranges and reds are gone, leaving the contents turned to ash and nothing more then wet soot.

Distinguishing your own flames, you hang your head low, revealing a tired heavy sigh as you mumble, “Shit.” Suddenly you feel admittedly quit drained and annoyed from the events of the day, even if they weren’t all bad.

Your friends keep silent for a moment before Steve quickly stands, “Movie night anyone?” Gaining the attention of everyone in an instant; you bless the blonde for his intuitive ways of helping you out in the smallest of moments. He truly is a great friend.

“Yeah I could watch something.” Adds Sam with a shrug, “I’m thinking Deathly Hallows Part 2.”

“Yeah it’s pretty good I’ll join.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah I’m in.”

Everyone get up and begins walking for the door as you stay standing in your spot near the wet and ash covered metal trash can, everyone exiting for the home theater except for Bucky who’s back is to you while he tells Sam you’ll be there in a minute.

Folding your arms, you suddenly feel like it’s the first time you and Bucky have ever talked one on one with each other, you’re typically a pretty damn confident and fiery person to begin with, it’s just. Being mad at your favorite human in the whole entire world and then embarrassing yourself with accidentally setting the trash can on fire can take its toll.

Also not to mention the mission many hours ago was admittedly hectic and stress inducing and then, Bucky....perhaps a moment to calm down would have been smart if taken earlier. God your life moves to damn fast.

“You are so intense sometimes.”

Breaking out of your self reflective trance, your eyes quickly dart up to see Bucky who’s giving you a soft smile, “If you wanted my attention you could have just asked.”

“Very funny.” You scoff, “I was actually too busy being mad at you.”

“Ah, right.” Nods Bucky as he mirrors your defensive positioning, deciding to cross his arms and make a pouty face like yourself, “So I guess we’ll just stay here and brood then?”

“I’m trying to make a point.” You mutter, you’re not gonna crack, you’re not gonna do it.

“I’m trying to get my girlfriend to watch a movie with me.” Admits Bucky with an affectionate head tilt as you frown, “I know they’re not going to wait for us so....uh....okay let me start over.....I’m sorry for being reckless and almost dying. And I mean it too, with all of my heart. I love you Y/N.”

Although you’d like to throw his dumb reckless ass some sass and strut away leaving him guessing and begging for more, you just can’t find it in you at this point. He looks at you with those big beautiful blue eyes full of love and adoration for you and only you, how could you possibly resist them?

You know with every ounce of your soul that he means every single word, and you also know that he’s missed you since the second you yelled at him and slammed the facility door, leaving him alone and regretting his past decisions that could have potentially ended him then and there.

“Sometimes James, sometimes.” You mutter, shaking your head in disapproval before a small smirk pulls at your lips and in that moment he knows you’re his, “Come here.”

Heeding to your wonderful command that he’s been waiting to hear all day, he swiftly makes the short distance to gather your smaller body into a giant Bucky bear hug, his strong arms wrap protectively around your back as his head falls into the side of your neck as he quickly steals a small kiss.

You pull him in even tighter and fully enjoy the sensation of himself flush against you, metal arm squeezing your rip cage and long dark hair that falls into your eyes; god you love him so much.

Giving you one last little squeeze of affection, Bucky slowly pulls away and presses his head against yours, “I gotta be honest, I have no idea what this movie is about.” Reveals Bucky as he continues to holds you close.

Chuckling you press a kiss to his lips, “I’ll tell you what’s happening. Let’s go before we miss anything else.”

Nodding, he tilts your head up to press a sweet kiss to your lips one last time before letting you go, so that the two of you can begin walking for the door. Opening up the metal and glass door for you like the gentleman that he is, Bucky quickly jogs over to your side.

“So Sam told me these guys are wizards or something? Like they can teleport and fly I think?” States Bucky in question while walking in step with you.

Looking over at him you smile at how cute he’s being right now, giving him an agreeable nod, “Yeah they can do cool stuff like change form and set things on fire.”

Bucky suddenly starts laughing much to your confusion, “Y/N does that make you a wizard?”

Shoving him to the side you snort as he keeps laughing, “Shut up.” You mutter humorously as he stumbles from your friendly push.

Making quick steps to catch up with you, Bucky pulls you into his side, “Forgive me I didn’t mean it...” Snickers your adorable idiot, “I bet you’d be the best wizard, pointy hat and all.”

Shaking your head you can’t help the smirk that tugs against your better wishes, “I’m gonna set you on fire.” You jokingly threaten him with as he affectionately squeezes your side, causing you to be pressed even closer against him.

“Wizard.” Muses Bucky as he plants a kiss to your cheek as you try and push him away.

“Bucky, shut the fuck up.”

“But, I love you.”

#bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier x y/n #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel x you #fanfic

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speechlessxx · 5 years ago

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Bring Him Light - ii (King!Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter Summary: Just as everything began to settle, you discover a bit of truth to the rumors you feared.

Warnings: Nothing much just really bad writing. Steve’s less bipolar so that’s great.

Word Count: 3.3k

I finally know where the direction of where I want to take Bring Him Light to.

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I hope you guys enjoy!

<- Last Part -=+=- Next Part ->

A week has passed since your first meeting with the king. He grew more pleasant the more you two spent time together – perhaps his sour mood was indeed due to the king being overworked. Nevertheless, you still refused to grow attached to the man. There were rumors of his cruelty for a reason. But as the days wore on, your stubbornness was soon relenting, allowing yourself to enjoy his presence despite his mood swings that swayed like a pendulum.

And with your wedding on the horizon, perhaps the bond growing steadily between you and King Steven was a good thing.

The arrow whizzed through the air and landed centimeters away from the red center. You let out a groan as your arms slack in defeat. “I swear I’m much better,” you muttered. You were normally a great shot with your own bow – the bow that the huntsman broke when you fought against him.

The king chuckled as he took the bow from your hands. “I’m sure you are,” he teased. He drew an arrow and aimed for less than a second. When he let it go, it landed right into the center – much to your dismay. “My, I do think I’ve won.”

“You’re so humble.” He chuckled at your words. Your sarcasm was as crisp as the morning air. “But I do believe I have a redemption shot.”

Steven quirked up an eyebrow. “Of course, your highness,” he gave you a cocky smile as you grabbed the bow from him. “If you think you can beat a perfect shot.”

You hummed as you lined up your shot. You took a deep breath as you stared into the target. Your breathing was steady as you aimed. He doubted you could best him. His arrow lodged in the exact center of the target. It was a guaranteed win. Surely –

You let the arrow go and with an audible snap, Steven’s eyes widened in surprise. It was hard to tell from the distance, but it became clear as you both approached the target. “You’ve split my arrow,” he said in disbelief.

“I told you I was great a shot. Did you not believe me?” He sputtered excuses and you felt a rush of pride as a smirk found its way onto your face. “My, I do believe that I have won, your grace.”

“I concur,” he chuckled. “Took you some time to adjust to the bow, though. Perhaps, we should’ve played at even stakes from the beginning. Shall we ask a servant to fetch for your bow?”

You gave him a sad smile and shook your head. “I’m afraid I did not travel with my bow.”

“Why not?”

“Thor, the huntsman, who gave me these,” you lifted your wrists as you alluded to the cuts that were now mostly healed, “snapped my bow.”

“You never did tell me why you were fighting with Thor.”

“Perhaps it’s a story that should be told another day,” a voice called out. Lord Alexander Pierce, one of the lords of Steven’s council, bowed to you and his king. You quickly noticed Steven’s sudden change in demeanor. His smile had been abandoned as his brows furrowed and his stare hardened. You weren’t a fool. You knew that the Lords Pierce and Rumlow were almost always the cause of his aggravation. “Your grace, I’ve come to collect you. Lord Rumlow and I request a meeting with the council.”

“Has Lord Barnes and Lord Wilson been informed?”

“Yes, your grace. We are all waiting on you.”

“Can’t it wait,” you frowned. Steven glanced over at you in surprise. Ladies normally hold their tongue in the presence of the nobles. Some would’ve called your outburst impolite, but King Steven found it amusing. “The king and I were enjoying our time together before you arrived.”

“I’m afraid it cannot.” Lord Pierce simply stared through you. How dare a woman speak in that tone to me, he thought though he knew better than to snipe at his future queen – especially in front of the king.

Steven let out a sigh through his nose as his jaw clenched up in frustration. What the hell did Rumlow and Pierce want now? “I will join you later for a rematch.” He told you but you shook your head.

“I will be at one of the eastern villages later today,” you said. “I was told there was a fire last night and I wanted to provide any aid I could.”

“Of course,” Steven nodded. “When I’m released, I will join you.”

“I would love that, your grace,” you nodded and curtseyed to him and walked off.

Lord Pierce sent a glare your way and as soon as you were out of earshot he said, “is everyone in that family horrendously outspoken?”

“Amusingly so, Lord Pierce.”

“»————-　⚜　————-««

“I do not see the problem,” Steven said, squinting his eyes the two men. Lord Rumlow let out a sigh of frustration as he looked to Lord Pierce to further the argument.

“We have reason to believe that your future bride may be conspiring against you. How simpler can it get?” Lord Pierce snapped. The older man was visibly annoyed. The wrinkles around his brows and forehead visible with his frown. The king didn’t appreciate the man’s tone. “She has you galivanting in your gardens with her, playing a game with arrows. She’s keeping you from your duties.”

“Was it not you who said that the wedding should be postponed?” James scoffed.

“Besides… she is not a distraction. We’re simply getting acquainted with one another. I do not want to marry a stranger. Not again.” The king said. He looked at the painting that hung near the door. He remembered painting that portrait of Queen Margaret, his first wife.

“The Starks cannot be trusted.” Lord Pierce added. “Not long ago, we were at war with them! Now, you trust that Anthony Stark has sent over his own daughter willingly?”

“I trust Tony.” Steven nodded. He did. Despite the disarray that plagued the north three years ago, he did trust the other king. “And his daughter has not given me any reason to doubt the Starks. She’s lovely company. Perhaps, you’re just upset that she doesn’t scare easily.” Lord Wilson and Barnes chuckled at this. Alexander Pierce took pride in his ability to bend others to his will by striking fear in their hearts – something you seemed impervious to.

“I believe we can save ourselves from King Thanos entirely.” Lord Pierce suggested. The five men fell into silence as Lord Pierce smirked, knowing he finally had their attention. “Marrying the Stark girl may unite the North, but why should we stop at just the north. Of course, but what if you marry King Thanos’s eldest daughter – the Princess Gamora. You would spare Brooken from Thanos’s wrath.”

“But that would not mean that Brooken is free from the Mad King’s tyranny! He would want Brooken as his own.” James interjected.

Steven agreed. “His daughter would slit my throat in my sleep so that my kingdom falls in her father’s hands. I will not have it.”

“Cousin, I ask that you entertain the idea,” Brock spoke. The King narrowed his eyes at his cousin as if to say as if you aren’t entertaining that idea yourself. “Acknowledge the threat and align yourself with Thanos.”

“I will not hear of this ever again.” Steven snapped. “Do you understand – all of you?” A chorus of agreement – though Brock and Alexander’s tones were not happy. “I will marry (Y/N) Stark in a week. Our marriage will unite the northern kingdoms. Unity is what we all need. Standing together with York – with the Starks – that union will help us prevail in any war.”

Alexander Pierce had been a friend to King Steven’s father. Though, Steven did not know why his father befriended the man. He found Pierce rather insufferable – always pushing an agenda that he says will “better” Brooken but in truth, only benefits himself.

It was Alexander Pierce who set up the betrothal between Queen Sharon and the king. The two had known each other for less than a day before they were wed. The marriage had not been successful for many reasons. Wanting to avoid another failed marriage – and already distrusting Alexander Pierce’s judgement – the king chose his own bride: you.

The brief meeting was adjourned. The king and his two friends hurried off to meet with you and your ladies in the village, leaving Brock and Alexander murmuring to themselves.

“That was our one opportunity. He will not hear of if again. I know my cousin. His mind is already made.” Brock muttered. “I do not see how he was made king. He’s boneless, the self-righteous arse.”

Alexander chuckled. “Oh, Rumlow, your cousin has indeed made a fine king. He’s lead Brooken to victory on the battlefield so many times. Smart one, too. He’s evaded our attempts too many times now. He’s even decided to choose his own bride instead of listening to my council. His intuition has always been on his side.”

“We cannot turn him against Stark. We cannot get him to ally with Thanos.”

“Indeed… but perhaps, we can turn his own queen against him. She must’ve already heard the rumors if not in York but here. She just needs a push.”

“»————-　⚜　————-««

When the king arrived, he had not expected the damage. The building had been burnt down. The burnt scent still hung in the air. The crowds that gathered welcomed him, bowing to their monarch.

“Your grace,” Lord Barnes muttered, getting his attention. Though the king searched for you in the crowds, he nodded to Lord Barnes to show his friend that he was listening. “This may be the first time the people see you and their future queen interact. It’s imperative to give a good impression.”

“Of course,” Steven nodded. He spotted a fiery haired woman cut through the crowds and recognizing her immediately. “Lady Natasha!” The woman stopped in her tracks as the king stalked towards her. She bowed to him and threw Lord Barnes a small smile, one he gladly returned. “Where’s (Y/N)?”

Before the red head could respond, your voice rang out throughout the crowd. Steven’s head snapped in its direction to catch a glimpse of you surrounded by villagers. You were handing out various food items to his people. They were the leftovers from the feast the castle had a few nights ago.

He cracked a smile at the sight. Lord Barnes clasped his shoulder. “She will make a fine queen to your people, Steve,” he muttered under his breath.

“Indeed.” Steve felt a sense of pride in seeing you. All you were missing was a crown on your head. His heart raced at the thought. It’s only been a week and you’ve already had such an effect on the man. He stalked towards you with a smile. “Your highness, may I be of assistance?”

You smiled at him as you glanced over to the cart of food behind you. He nodded and stood with you as the both of you gave out the food to the poor. It was safe to assume his people loved you.

“We shall thank Princess (Y/N) of York for her generosity!” the king announced to the people who cheered in response. “Thank you for feeding my people, my love.” Your heart fluttered at hearing those words. You scolded yourself for the feeling. You were not to fall so quickly for the king you barely just met. In turn, Steven wasn’t sure if his words were just for show or genuine, but he was certain that you at his side would be a great addition to his reign – not to mention, he liked having you around altogether.

He snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, inhaling your scent. The smell of rose petals strong in your hair. You laughed as your hand rested on his chest as the people cheered for you both. You have definitely made a wonderful impression.

His loving stare did not go unnoticed by his friends, your ladies, and the people. This was their feature. This was Brooken’s future.

And it seemed bright.

“»————-　⚜　————-««

“I told you he’s not as bad as the rumors made him out to be,” Wanda remarked as she brushed through your hair. The water from your bath left your hair damp while your lady tried to unravel the knots.

“You two have become quite close in our short time here.” Natasha added. “It’s the early morning excursions about the property, isn’t it?”

“He’s different than I assumed, yes,” you agreed with a smile. “However, he does have his moments. I think he’s restrained himself because of our first meeting.”

“Your wounds have healed quite well.” Natasha said, taking your wrist and examining it. The wrist that Steven had grabbed was still scabbing over. The other had healed almost completely, leaving light pink scars around your wrist. “I’m sure King Steven has shown his apologies for this.”

“He’s quite cocky,” you thought aloud. “Though what man isn’t. He is a king after all. His confidence is well placed. He nearly beat me this morning in archery. Though, I split his arrow, winning the game.”

“I’ve never heard of a split arrow?” Wanda asked, furrowing her brows in confusion.

“It’s quite rare, I believe.” Natasha explained. “Your shot must’ve been well aimed, your highness.”

“It was.” You smirked.

“Perhaps cockiness is just a trait that all monarchs eventually develop,” Wanda chided. You three laughed. “I cannot wait until the wedding. The dress you wear will be divine.”

“I wish we could push back the wedding even further,” you confessed. You rubbed at the healing wrist nervously as you remembered about the wedding. It would occur in less than a week. You would be queen of Brooken in less than a week – Steven’s wife in less than a week. “The king and I… We may get along now, but we are still strangers. I’m afraid that this may all be an act – his kindness and his charm. He may still be the monster that I fear the rumors make him out to be.”

Natasha tsked at you as she took your hands in hers. She remembered the stare he had on you when he saw you in the village. His eyes had shined – something the portraits never showed. The glint of a promising future – a loving husband and a great king. “He looks as if he was already in love with you.” Wanda nodded in agreement. You groaned, pulling your wrists from hers. “Why am I the only one concerned about our safety?”

“Because he has not given you any reason to be concerned.” Natasha said. You lifted your scabbed wrist with your brows raised.

Before she could rebut, there was a knock on the door. “Come in!” You called.

Ser Pietro opened the door and Lord Barnes walked in. Natasha suddenly stood and straightened out her dress. He bowed to you and nodded to your ladies. His stare lingered on Natasha for a few seconds longer before turning to you.

“King Steven has asked me to deliver a gift,” he smiled. He handed you a box and you cautiously took.

Was this someone’s head? No… There was no one that you could think that the king would have reason to behead. You laid the box on your bed and slowly lifted the lid. A surprised gasp left your lips as you stared at the bow. It was strikingly similar to your own.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmured. A note had been placed inside.

Dearest (Y/N),

Upon hearing of your broken bow this morning and reached out to the huntsman. He has a remarkable memory and gave me a detailed description of it. I had one of my talented men in the weaponry recreate it from what the huntsman could recall. It may not perfect or even what you expected, but I do hope that you will enjoy your new bow as I have enjoyed our time together.

With much love,

Steven.

“Give the king my gratitude, my lord,” you smiled at Lord Barnes who nodded.

“Your presence at court has brought much joy to my king, to my friend.” He said. James glanced over at Natasha once more before leaving. You made a note to ask her about it later.

Wanda took the box as the ladies helped you into bed. Natasha smirked at you as if to say see? Nothing to worry about.

That night, you tossed and turned but was unable to lull yourself to sleep. You kept thinking about the bow and about the kind words in his letter. Perhaps he wasn’t as horrible after all?

Frustrated, you decided to wander about the castle in an effort to tire yourself out. With a candlestand in one hand and your robe wrapped tightly around you, you went off on your adventure.

The castle was different at night. The moonlight illuminated the corridors and left an eerie feeling in your gut. The shadows that casted upon the walls looked as if they were creatures of the night and every turn you made had you jolt in fear.

You heard faint whispers near a staircase that only went down. From your tour, you vaguely remember that this was the pathway to the dungeons underneath the grounds. You had no intention of walking down those steps until you heard a familiar voice riddled with anger. You felt goosebumps rise on your skin upon realization. It was Steven’s voice.

You crept down the stairs, careful not to make a sound. Since Brooken did many things differently than York, you weren’t sure what would condemn someone to the prison. Theft? Perhaps, murder?

“Admit it,” Steven’s voice grew louder the closer you approached. You kept yourself hidden, diminishing your candle’s fire so that you would not be seen. There was a groan in response. There were several groans throughout the prison.

“Water… Please, sire,” someone begged. “We know nothing.”

“Do not lie to your king!” Another voice snapped. It was James’s.

Steven sighed. “We know the truth, but we need a confession. I will grant you freedom if you confess.” You frowned. In York, those sent to prison were given a trial before the king and the nobles of the court. It would be made known what the offense was, and the council would decide the punishment accordingly. But it seemed as if Brooken dealt with their legal affairs privately.

“I will not speak out.” The hoarse voice responded. “I will be loyal until my last dying breath.”

You heard shuffling as King Steven approached the prisoner. “Death I can arrange.” His tone was even but his threat was a promise. His rage radiated and you felt it from your hidden position. “But if you confess now, I can grant you freedom.”

“No.”

An exasperated sigh left the king. “Very well. Pull out each and every one of his teeth until he confesses.” You weren’t sure who the order was for – Lord Barnes? Was there another man there? “If he doesn’t, stretch him until his joints dislocate. Pop them into place then repeat until he confesses because I will have a confession.”

“And if he dies, your grace?”

“Turn his body to ash.” There was no remorse in his voice. There were groans of protest and begging, but the king had already made up his mind.

There were murmurs between the two men – Lord Barnes and the king – but you didn’t pay it much mind. You heard all you needed to. You rushed up the staircase and ran to your room, not caring about the maids and knights who saw you.

You slammed the door shut and ran your hand through your hair. What the hell did you just hear?

The king slowly made his way out of the prison, but suddenly stopped. He stared at the spot you were standing at minutes ago. There was a scent – one that was very different from the putrid smells of the dungeons.

A woman’s scent.

Roses.

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overthefjords · 5 years ago

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upon the winter winds, I hear you say you love me.

Co-written with Ana, this takes place in 1946 after Mathias ( @danmarks-styrke ) succumbs to the plague and passes away. Also featuring Bastian ( @stillewijsheid ).

The room was cold-- the windows wide open to keep Mathias’ body cold for the time being, until he came back to them alive and well. Bastian shivered, pressing close to Aleks and sniffling quietly. “Fuck it’s cold,” The younger man breathed, taking small steps forward with Aleks’ help.

Aleks didn’t notice the cold or the frost slinging to the open window panes, slowly helping Bastian over to one of the armchairs sitting at the side of the bed. After a moment, Aleks stepped over to his suitcase and pulled a button-up sweater from inside, draping it around the Belgian’s shoulders. The Norwegian might not care about the chill, but Bastian did not need to catch a cold and not be able to get out from under it.

Bastian sank down slowly, murmuring a soft thank you in Norwegian to the Norseman as the sweater was wrapped around his thin shoulders, practically engulfing the boy in its warmth. He snuggled into it before reaching out and carefully took Mathias’ hand, noticing that someone had set an IV up with antibiotics and fluids, trying to keep his body in peak condition for when he would return. The presence of such lines, to know that Mathias was being so well taken care of, touched the Norseman.

Mathias lay prone on the bed with hands folded over his stomach, his ice-blue eyes closed. It was as if he was in a deep sleep, sans the absolutely pale look to his face, the lack of breaths, and the sheer absence of sound coming from him. “Think he knows we are here? In spirit?” Bastian raised the question quietly, glancing at the Norseman lingering at the back of his chair.

Aleks was doing his best not to look too closely at his husband; to ignore the leeching of colour from his lips and his cheeks as he took a seat beside the Belgian. “Probably,” he murmured, casting a glance out the window and seeing a flurry of black feathers streak by. “He’s likely listening to old stories from the Aesir themselves.”

“The Aesir?” Bastian asked, tilting his head to look at Aleks curiously. “Who are the Aesir?”

“Mm. So,” Aleks cleared his throat, folding his hands in his lap and looking down at his wedding band as he collected his thoughts. The Norwegian was always happy to share the stories of old, but this time they were far more bittersweet than comfort to him. “They are the oldest of the Norse gods. The ones who came first. There're roughly twenty or so, but the ones most people know of are Odin, the All-Father, Thor, the god of thunder and battle, Frigg, Queen of the Aesir and goddess of the skies, Loki, the trickster god, Tyr, the god of law and justice, and Heimdallr, the watchman and the guardian of the Bifrost.” Aleks let his gaze drift over to his husband, throat tightening and tears welling in the Norwegian's eyes. “Mathias never forgot them, no matter his conversion. Thor’s always been his favourite.”

Bastian scooted his chair closer to Aleks and rested his head on the Norseman’s shoulder, fingers intertwined with the Dane’s even though there was no reaction from him. He did not expect one, either. Mathias needed the time to heal, to recover, and rest; allow his body the time it needed to recoup fully now that the war was done.

“Then surely he is with them now, and they’re watching over him.” Bastian murmured thoughtfully, hearing the way that Aleks’ voice choked up. His heart hurt for the man. “What sorts of stories do you think they are telling up there?”

Aleks choked back a quiet sob when Bastian tucked his head onto the Norwegian’s shoulder, slinging an arm around the boy and resting their heads together. He would endlessly be grateful for the company because while this was not the first death he’d gone through with Mathias, this was the one that shook him to the bone with fear. “That’s all I can hope for because I couldn’t do anything to protect him down here.”

Aleks sniffled wetly, rubbing his face with the sleeve of his thin sweater. “Honestly, Matti is probably bombarding them with questions,” He laughed wetly, resting his hand atop Bastian’s as he held onto Mathias’. “There’s no guessing what he’s being told.”

Bastian felt his heart shatter into tinier pieces, and he wasn’t even sure that was possible anymore with how much he empathized with the horrors and pains Aleks was going through. So he snuggled closer, nodding against the man’s shoulder. “So if they’re taking care of him, then he’s watching over us until he can come home to you.” Bastian’s own voice cracked at the end and he swallowed thickly. “He would never leave you, not even in temporary death.”

A shuddering breath slipped past Bastian’s teeth and he swallowed hard again, turning his hand over so Aleks had a grasp on Mathias’ while Bastian's rested on top, smaller than both men’s hands. “Chaotic things, surely.”

Aleks had been doing so well until the chilled hand of his husband was laid into Aleks' palm, a broken sob escaping involuntarily from between his teeth. His hands were always warmer than Mathias’ up until now, holding it gingerly as if grabbing it too tightly would shatter it like fine porcelain. The Viking might be fierce and strong and could shoulder the pain of others without blinking, but this heartbreak crushed him like nothing else.

“I’m sorry, Bas,” Aleks warbled weakly, bowing his head as pained sobs tore through him, the dam of his denial and refusal to lean on someone else crumbling under the weight of his genuine, raw pain of losing the love of his life, no matter for how long.

Immediately, Bastian felt himself feeling impossibly small in the presence of such deep-seated heartbreak. No doubt only Christiane knew some of the pain that Aleks was feeling, to the degree he was feeling it. “Don’t apologize.” Bastian managed, voice shaky. “Don’t ever apologize for loving as deeply as you love Mathias. You’re hurting— and mourning— and you’re allowed to feel those things.” He squeezed both hands wrapped in his small one gently.

There were no words the Belgian could offer, and he lifted his head at the sound of thunder cracking, seeing the bright flash of lightning streaking across the sky. “Thundersnow?” He asked cautiously, looking to Aleks. The phenomenon was incredibly rare, to say the least.

The Norseman could feel the roll of thunder in his bones, lifting his head in time to see a bolt of bright light streak across those black storm clouds. The strangest thing was that Aleks felt more at home in storms than he did on sunny days, and it could be said even more right now. “Yeah,” he croaked in between hiccuped breaths, glancing at Mathias before looking back out the open windows at the oncoming storm. There was no rationale for what he was feeling, that need to chase the storm until it enveloped him in its wrath. “I… I think I should go outside.”

Another crack of thunder and a beautifully bright and expressive streak of lightning coated the sky and Bastian almost felt...safe. At ease. Like a certain Dane was soothing their worries, their sorrows, their heartache. “Go. Say hi to him for me.” Bastian let go of Aleks’ hand before taking Mathias’ in his own again, pressing the cool skin to his forehead briefly.

He looked at Bastian, rubbing his cheek in a tender motion before planting a kiss on his forehead. “Do you want to stay here, or do you want me to help you back to bed?” “I’ll stay here if you don’t mind.” He murmured, purring contently at the gentle kiss to his forehead. “Wanna keep him company.”

It warmed his soul that the young man understood on some level that what was happening had something to do with Matti and himself and all of this. Aleks hopped up from his spot, going to his luggage and throwing on a heavy coat and boots. Digging into the pocket of his coat, he pulled out a set of mittens and a hat that seemed to have been lovingly handmade, ruffling the Belgian’s hair as he passed by. “I don’t think he’d mind his son sitting with him.”

He may not have understood the nuances of Norse mythology, but Mathias’ soothing voice cooing to him stories of Thor and Loki, the All-Father, legends of old, remained with the Belgian. He may have barely been holding it together, barely conscious, his mind addled with fever, but Mathias worked him through some of the worst of it. He could be with him now when Aleks needed him to be the pillar of support that Mathias normally would be for the Norseman.

He took the steps two at a time, ignoring anyone who tried to talk to him as Aleks made a beeline for the garden door, pulling his hat and mittens on when the chilled air hit his face. “Mathias,” he murmured, ice blue gaze lifted to those dark clouds. “Having fun?”

“Aleks?” Antonio called, squinting as the wind whipped the door closed, slamming hard behind the Norwegian. The snow was driving now from the clouds, blustering around as more thunder rumbled and more lightning danced across the sky as Aleks spoke; as if saying its greetings to him.

Under the flashes of lightning, as they struck aimlessly through those looming storm clouds, Aleks’ eyes seemed to glow. A breathless laugh escaped him as the thunder rumbled around him, deafening and terrifying. Aleks was forged in bloodshed and found his most obstinate peace in chaos and violence, so the fact that his husband found a patron in Thor was probably no coincidence. Lowering himself to the snow, he laid back in the powder, arms outstretched as if to welcome the embrace of the storm itself. “I miss you,” he breathed, watching his huff of breath be whipped away into the snowfall.

Matthew looked up when he heard the door slam against the howling winds and the thunder shake the house, rising from his seat and going to Toni. “Wait, did Aleksander go outside?”

“Let him,” Bastian called from the stairs, half leaning down them, mostly for support, and partly so he could easily scramble back up to Mathias and take the man’s hand again. “He’s talking to Matti. He needs this.”

No one pretended to understand the logic of Aleksander running out into a raging blizzard complete with thundersnow, but no one was going to argue with the Belgian, either. He seemed to have a better grip as to what was going on.

More thunder rumbled, almost morosely, as if asking Aleks why he was mourning so deeply, that Mathias was in Valhalla— and that Matti would see him soon. Lightning made new homes in the clouds and the thunder rolled, echoing off the buildings and against the canals not too far from them, offering a blanket of comfort.

It was a relief to hear that he was actually within those gilded halls, that he was in the company of the ones that he’d followed for centuries, that it wasn’t all in vain. Not that Aleksander ever believed that it was, but with the conversions and the vilification of the ones he found so much comfort in, it was difficult at times. He never stopped doing his best on this gods-forsaken planet for them, and it seemed that they were taking care of the most precious thing to him. The gods were kind in their own ways. “He tried to kill you, permanently,” The words were lost to his ears in the screaming winds, the atmospheric pressure of the storm bearing down on him like the weight of that damned husband of his, and Aleks cracked a smile.

“Thor better let you come home to me, Mathias.” Aleks shut his eyes, just letting the cold wind bite at his face, the roll of thunder washing over him like a soothing spring breeze. He could hear the scream of ravens carried on the wind, and he had no reason to fear that Mathias was gone from him and this world.

Aleks was being soothed by the winds, driven snow, and rolling thunder of the blizzard. The lightning eased now that it seemed the Norseman’s fears had been almost assuaged, the wind now whipping itself around the man, as if it enveloped him in a bitter cold hug that was full of love and care.

Mathias was there for him in spirit, even if he wasn’t in body, and he had found a way to show his husband that the Dane was watching over them. Through the storm clouds, the rolling of the thunder, and the dancing of lightning, Mathias was comfortable in the Great Hall until the Dane's body was well enough for him to come home. Matti was watching over them.

Aleks just watched the storm rage on as he sat in the very middle of it, letting it bluster and batter at his coat. He didn’t want to miss a moment of this. People often describe love as searing, scorching, and bright like the sun. But, the Norseman found his love in the depths of a late winter storm, thunder loud enough to rattle the bones of the dead while the winds howled like the hounds of Hel. He found the thing he cherished most in what people fear, and Aleksander would trade every sunrise for this love.

The storm seemed to stall over the home, taking hours to blow through without a loss of intensity until it was nearly passed, the lightning fading into tiny flashes between the clouds and the thunder hushed until it just sounded like the crash of distant waves, and the Norseman was content.

The storm lets up with whispers of thunder and gentle, faint tendrils of lightning was as soft as Mathias sleepily whispering a tender “goodnight”, and an “I love you”, to his husband before sleepily stumbling off to bed. It soon faded to just the wind and driving snow, the powdery white crystals piled up all around Aleks, cocooning him safely.

The Gods wanted Aleks to know they were watching and caring for his love, and that in turn, Aleks himself was being watched over by Mathias, guarding them and protecting them from above until the time came for Mathias to return home.

It was only when the storm went out like a lamb did Aleks really start to feel the cold, tears long dried and his heart long stopped feeling like an open wound, stuck gaping with emotional shrapnel. He didn’t want to leave the mound of snow that had been seemingly hand-crafted around him, but it was late and he was tired.

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theamberwriter · 6 years ago

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Dim Light Dance

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1005

Warning: Is this where I put ‘fluff”?

You didn’t get up for midnight snacks often. In fact, this was the first official time you’d done it. You’d thought about it before, peering down the dark hall during midnight bathroom breaks. But you’d never actually done it for fear of who or what you may see in the early morning hours. The Avengers Facility had a strange aura at 3 AM, and you avoided being the victim. You’d made early morning 7/11 runs in the past, but that was nothing compared to this. You couldn’t help it though, you’d been busy and barely eaten all day. Your gurgling stomach wouldn’t let you sleep anymore, it demanded sacrifice.

You crept down the darkened hall. You felt ridiculous as you listened for a creaking sign of your footsteps. But, of course, the floor didn’t make a peep. You felt along for the rangehood light, flicking on the dim bulb. Everything was dark, suffice for some blinking machines and a few faint background lights that stayed on in case of emergency. You shivered as you opened the fridge.

This was another reason you didn’t want to make a snack run - you could never tell who had food in here. Or if it was being saved for a special occasion. Thor had accidentally eaten something of Nat’s once, you didn’t think he’d survive her wrath. There was a small collection of styrofoam boxes, each with a sticky note on it:

Please don’t eat this - Steve

Don’t even think about it - Nat

BANNER

Property of TONY STARK

You laughed at the notes, moving on to the other contents of the fridge. Nothing exciting. Nobody ever went to the store. You moved to the cabinets, you had opened the first when you felt a hand flutter to your waist. You flinched, jerking around to see who it was. Only to look up into the eyes of none other than your bedmate. The entire reason you were living in the facility - Loki. Pale eyes reflecting a little concern, but mostly amusement. His hair was a little ruffled, not pinned back and orderly as usual.

“Loki,” you breathed quietly. “Did I wake you up?”

He kissed your hair gently. “Only when you didn’t come back, pet. What are you…?”

You stomach growled loudly, giving you away. Loki gave you a charmed smile, the kind he only shared with you. He yielded then, allowing you to riffle through the cabinets. You came up with a small box of crackers, a few stray packs of poptarts, and something you were pretty sure used to be a jar of peanut butter. You tossed the jar in the trash, and took your pick of the other two.

“I told you we could have gotten you something,” Loki stated, eyeing you as you stuffed your face.

“You all were busy,” you pouted, barely swallowing the food in your mouth. “I didn’t want to interfere. And you hate earth stores, anyway.”

“I won’t have you starve.”

You got a glass of water, downing it quickly. “I’m not starving, Loki, I just - forgot to eat.”

“Hm,” Loki hummed, much nearer than before. He pressed himself against your back, humming in your ear, “And did you forget not to look so ravishing, either.”

You rolled your eyes, and wriggled out of his grasp. “Oh behave. Let’s get back to bed, I’m tired.”

Loki grabbed your wrist. “Not yet.”

He spun you to him, placed one of your hands on his shoulder and took the other in his own. He held you close, belly to belly, rocking you in circles. Acting as if it was all completely normal. Though it was serene, in the darkened, calm hours before sunrise. Before the yelling would come, the arguing, the loud clashes of training.

“What’re you doing?” you chuckled, looking into his eyes. They held a mischievous glint, that paired well with his smirk

He shrugged, putting his forehead to yours. A simple, yet extremely intimate gesture for him. “I read that this was something Midgardians enjoyed - dancing about the kitchen in the early morning hours. I don’t understand it, myself.”

You enjoyed the quiet for a moment, the gentle swaying. You had nearly been rocked to sleep in Loki’s arms when something happened you didn’t expect. A low, soothing tune began to hum under your ear. Something remembered on the edges of your slumber, when you were nearly asleep and Loki thought you were. When he was at his sweetest, his most vulnerable - when he thought no one could see. He’d play with your hair, and hum the lullaby. There were times when you tried to stay in that inbetween, just to hear the song. You grinned contently, relaxing into him.

“I love it when you sing,” you mumbled. “But you’re going to make me fall asleep standing here.”

“Then let’s get back to our chambers, shall we?” Loki uttered, rubbing large circles on your back.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Tony’s voice was an unexpected intrusion, along with all the lights in the common area turning on.

“Tony, it is three in the morning,” you whined, pulling out of Loki’s arms. “Why must you have all the lights on?”

“I’m Iron Man,” Tony grumbled. “Not a bat man. - You didn’t touch this, right?”

Tony pulled his container out of the fridge, doubling checking the sticky note and it’s contents.

“Of course not, MC Stark,” you groaned, shielding your eyes. “C’mon Loki.”

You leaned on your love partially as you stumbled your way back to your room. The lights had woken you up some, but it wasn’t anything a little song couldn’t fix. As you laid back in bed, you and Loki curled together. He hummed into the back of your neck. You could feel it sucking you under slumber’s seductive tendrils.

“You may not want to say it, love,” you murmured. “But you are a hopeless romantic at heart.”

Loki didn’t say anything to that, but continued the tune as he planted soft kisses on the nape of your neck.

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cottontail20 · 6 years ago

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A Legend All Their Own, Chapter 53: A Chance At Mercy

Summary: In the aftermath of the explosion intended to kill King Ultron, Vision is missing.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16736589/chapters/47555902

The explosion shook the battlefield, bringing the battle to a standstill as everyone stood in shock, no-one entirely sure of what had just happened.

"VISION!" Wanda screamed again, but he couldn't hear her.

While Vision had avoided the most destructive part of the blast, the recoil from it had caused him to black out, and unseen through the flame and ash and smoke, his AQlimp form was sent sailing through the air back into the nearby forest. With another clap of thunder, the heavens finally opened upon the battlefield, wild winds battling the roaring flame as rain began to pour down. --

In the forest, Peter Parker, keeping close by the river as Princess Wanda had ordered him, ran, raising his hands above his head in a mostly fruitless attempt to shield himself from the rain. For a moment, he thought he heard something splash into the river beside him, but when he paused to look, saw nothing but raging water.

Peter shook his head, thinking his ears must have been deceiving him, and kept running. He had a very important job to do. The Princess was counting on him to make sure those letters were delivered.

Back on the battlefield, once it was becoming clear that their King was nowhere to be seen, most of Ultron's forces began throwing down their weapons in surrender. Some members of the Sokovia/Asgard alliance began to cheer at their victory, but Wanda could not share in their joy. She flew to the sight of the explosion, landing, her heart in her throat. The rain poured down, hissing as it hit the flames, slowly dousing them.

"VISION!" Wanda screamed once again, then coughed, her eyes burning and watering, lifting her arm to her mouth as she tried to keep herself from breathing in too much smoke. "Vision, where are you? Answer me!"

Vision wasn't dead. He couldn't be dead. She would know. Wanda didn't know how she knew this, she just did. It was a fact, and she would not believe otherwise. She opened her mouth to call again, when she was interrupted by laughter. Weak, but horribly familiar.

"He's gone. Dead. He left you, like everyone leaves you."

Wanda turned. If not for the laughter, she would not have recognized Ultron laying among the debris of the explosion. He was burned beyond recognition, just barely clinging to life. Wanda approached warily, crouching at Ultron's side. She almost pitied the charred husk that had once been her very worst enemy.

"You're wrong" she said. "Vision isn't dead. I'd know if he was. And Pietro didn't leave me. You took him from me."

"The boy didn't have to die. If he'd listened to me, I would have ruled through him" Ultron snarled, then coughed, an unpleasant black gunk spilling out of his burned mouth. "But he rebelled.. Made his own plans.. wanted you to rule with him.."

"He wouldn't be your puppet" Wanda spat, "And neither would I."

"And where has it got you? Alone again.. Death follows you, Scarlet Witch."

"No, it followed you. It ends now. Death is your legacy, and your legacy is done. But mine?" Wanda smiled, one hand moving to her stomach. There was nothing to fear from him now. "My Legacy is only just beginning, and already, the future is secure."

Ultron laughed, an already horrible sound made worse by the inclusion of a hacking cough and the death rattle of his breathing.

"Well, you were a naughty little Princess, weren't you, Wanda? I'm surprised the boy had it in him. But he is gone, without ever marrying you. You know what that makes the little brat squirming in your belly, don't you?" Wanda's eyes flashed, a warning that Ultron chose not to heed. "No-one is ever going to accept a Thief's Bastard as the heir to the throne."

"I was almost going to let you just die quietly" Wanda's eyes flared red, as did her fists, the Scarlet Witch fully awakening. "You were already halfway there, so what more harm could you do? But you do not deserve that mercy, Ultron. You never did. You can insult me as much as you like, your words can't hurt me anymore. But insult my child? That is the last straw.."

Wanda raised a glowing fist, and now in the face of true death, the defeated King's eyes widened in horror.

"No.. wait.. No!" --

Ultron's final blood-curdling scream echoed through the battlefield. A scarlet flare soared through the stormy sky, and Ultron's burned, blackened body was dropped at the feet of his surviving forces, all huddled together in surrender, a few moments before Wanda Maximoff- Queen Wanda Maximoff- landed before them.

One of the new Queen's hands was covered in blood, but the explosion had left Ultron's body damaged enough before death that nobody was quite sure how she had delivered the killing blow. On that day, and all the days that followed, nobody was ever brave enough to ask.

For a few moments, the defeated soldiers huddled tighter together, fearful of her wrath. Wanda stared them all down for a moment, then let the red energy fade, the Scarlet Witch sleeping, for now. Wanda Maximoff was not Ultron. She would not rule with fear. She took a deep breath.

"Ultron is dead. The War is over. Ultron was a cruel King. I know some of you have been forced to do horrible, vile things under his rule.. Things you may never have done if you felt that you truly had a choice. Things you did out of fear for your safety. I will not be a cruel Queen. Today, I offer mercy to those who may deserve it, and a chance, for new beginnings. Renounce Ultron, swear loyalty to me as the new, rightful Queen of Sokovia, and all will be forgiven. We need never speak of the false King Ultron's dark reign again."

Wanda waited, a little anxious over how this would go, but trying not to show her nerves. The Avengers, Doctor Strange, and the rest of Wanda's forces looked on, also nervous. Then, one of Ultron's former generals knelt, offering up his sword, and the others began to follow suit.

"To Queen Wanda!"

"Queen Wanda! Queen Wanda!"

"Woo!" Cried Tony, as he and the other Avengers joined in. "Queen Wanda!"

"Queen Wanda!" Yelled Clint.

"Queen Wanda!" cried Nat.

"Queen Wanda!" echoed Steve, kneeling.

Wanda blushed at all the attention. Her heart raced at her victory, pumping with adrenaline. But She could not celebrate yet.

She had to find Vision.

#scarlet vision #ScarletVision #scarlet vision au #Scarlet Witch #scarletvision au #wanda maximoff #The Vision #vision marvel #wanda x vision #vision x wanda #Avengers #MCU #avengers au #mcu au

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fantasticescapism · 6 years ago

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Brothers in Everything but Blood - Chapter 3: Solitary Mechanic

Click here to read the previous chapters in AO3.

Part 4 of the Never Truly Gone series

Harley knew it was a one-time thing: helping Tony Stark repair the Iron Man suit. All those years ago, he knew that; he’s resigned to that fact actually. Even after he received all those new gear and equipment, he knew it was just Tony’s way to show his gratitude and that’s it. Who would invest in an obnoxious kid from a small town in Tennessee anyway?

Yet, he received phone calls from the guy, then another, and another. A little bit of hope blossomed in him that someone he looked up to could become his friend and mentor. Studying and experimenting alone was a slow process but Tony’s guidance helped him along. In no time he went from building potato guns to doing maintenance work or repairing the intricate mechanics of an Iron Man suit.

Of course, Tony couldn’t be there for him all the time. He knew that. There’s the company then the thing with the Avengers then being Iron Man and, Harley accepted all that. However, he couldn’t deny the happiness he felt every time Tony calls or the once-in-a-blue-moon visits at Rose Hill. Ever since his father left them all those years ago, he couldn’t help the lingering fear that one day, all of it - Tony’s friendship, the calls, the visits - would end; that one day, Tony would just walk away and never come back. So, to protect himself, he built a wall of aloofness and nonchalance guised as independence. Besides, he could make it on his own as he always did. Manage your expectations, Harley.

“I’m really sorry, kid.” Tony called to cancel the upcoming weekly New York visit. “Just have to take care of this Avengers thing.”

“Nah, It’s fine. Don’t worry.” Harley did look forward to it though. The ASM was in its final testing phase but, oh well.

“I’ll make up for it.”

“Tony, don’t worry ‘bout it. Just meant more time for my personal project.”

“How’s that going by the way? Need help?”

“Oh, nah. Figurin’ it out on my own was the point. Had to do it myself.”

“Yeah but, if you need help, ya know…”

“I’ll ask you, yeah. So far, it’s goin’ great.” The truth was, it’s not progressing as fast as Harley hoped but he didn’t want Tony to know that.

“Okay then.” Tony chuckled then mumbled. “Kindred spirits.”

“What?”

“Sometimes you remind me of me.”

“Oh no, I’m way more handsome and charming.” Harley smirked.

“Brat!” Harley laughed at Tony’s indignation. “I mean, I get it. There’s nothing like accomplishing something on your own but kid, there’s nothing wrong with asking and receiving help either.”

“You did it on your own.”

“Sure I did most of it on my own but I had help. I got Rhodey, Pepper and Happy. I had JARVIS and now, FRIDAY. I learned the hard way that the lone gunslinger route didn't cut it. So, like I said, I get it. Just saying, you gotta let people in." Easier said than done.

“Yeah, yeah, thanks.” He opted to change the topic. "By the way, I got your notes on the latest build for the newest tablet and you're right. There's still room for another processor. So, here's what I drew up."

And, that’s that. He didn’t hear from Tony for days since he’s out of the country. Peter, on the other hand, texted him almost everyday, mostly about small things like new TV shows, pictures of the dogs he found on patrol and even pictures of stores where he said he’ll take Harley to when he would visit next.

A sudden idea struck him like a bolt of lighting. According to his calendar, a week of fall break was close. Perfect.

---

He wanted to use his full fall break to check out universities. The earlier he could start, the less stress he would get. So, with the Stark Internship allowance and his own money he saved for years, he had enough to travel to New York on his own and stay in a small inn for a week. Also, an added plus was Peter’s not officially in the Avengers so he’s most likely around, that meant he needed to find a place in Queens to make visiting easier.

His mother Susan, exasperated as she was, just accepted that her son could not be deterred from his plan. She knew the more she held on tight to him, the more Harley would distance himself. So, she agreed with the condition that he would call her every day or else he would have to face the wrath of God. Of course, as long as she didn’t know he would be staying at an inn instead of the compound, he’s fine. Faith, on the other hand, wanted to come too.

“It ain’t fair! He gets to meet Spider-man!” She stomped her foot.

“No, you are not leavin’, young lady. End of discussion!” Susan yelled.

”But Ma!” Susan used that mom glare on Faith. “Argh! Fine!”

”I’m sorry, what was that dear?” Her tone was deceptively sweet; her hands on her waist.

”I’m sorry, ma’am. I won’t ask again.”

”Good.”

With his round trip flight and room booked, Harley’s good to go.

---

One of the things he liked about New York was that people minded their own business. Back home, Harley would get those weird looks when they saw him travelling alone. As soon as he got out of JFK, no one cared if he’s a minor or that he’s on his lonesome.

Queens, Harley found, was not as busy as Manhattan but it was still as fascinating to him. His room was at an inn in Kew Gardens but he timed it so he arrived earlier than his check in time. He wanted to explore first. He saw a lot of the shops Peter told him about. He even saw Delmar’s bodega.

“Hey, it’s Spider-man!” Someone shouted and sure enough he saw Spidey swing around buildings and out of sight. Some people pulled out their phones to take photos and videos while others whooped. There he goes. Harley smiled then walked onward.

He was near a supermarket when he saw a woman having a hard time carrying two huge bags full of produce. He looked around and thought someone would help her out but, then again, he’s in New York. He rushed forward to help just when apples spilled out one of the bags.

“Damnit! Great!” The woman said as she placed the bags on the ground to pick up the apples.

“Ma’am, let me help ya with that.” Harley picked up the apples and placed them back in the bag.

“No, no, no, no, it’s fine. I’ll- Harley? Harley Keener?” Harley stopped and looked up.

“Uh, yes ma’am?” He frowned. How in the world did she know who I am?

“I’m May. May Parker. Peter’s aunt.” She smiled at him. “Peter told me all about you. Showed me a lot of pictures too.” Oh.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Mrs. Parker.” He reached out and they shook hands. “Let me carry this for you, ma’am.”

“Oh, thank you.” He noticed her blush. “You’re such a polite young man.”

“My Ma used to pull my ear when I’m disrespectful.” He chuckled. “Nowadays though, just one glare from her is enough.” She laughed at that. He let Mrs. Parker lead the way, both of them carried a bag each.

“Is she with you?”

“Oh, no ma’am. I’m here to check out some colleges.”

“Ah, college. Did you tell Peter you’re coming?”

“No, I thought I’ll surprise him.”

“I think he will be pleasantly surprised!” She grinned. “Our apartment’s just around the corner and it’ll be an hour or two before he’s done with patrols. Let’s have tea or coffee while we wait.”

“Oh, I don’t want to impose, ma’am.”

“No, you’re not. You’re always welcome.” Mrs. Parker placed a hand on his arm. “Thank you so much for your help, Harley.”

“It was nothin’, Mrs. Parker.”

“Please, just May is fine.”

---

The Parkers’ apartment had a homey feel reminiscent of his back in Rose Hill. There were shelves packed with books, multitude of pictures on the walls, a cozy looking couch with throw pillows and rugs… He liked it.

“Just place the bag here, Harley. Thanks.” May placed hers on the kitchen counter.

“Please, let me help you put these away.”

“Oh no, no, you’re a guest. Please, sit.” She almost pushed him towards the couch. “I’ll pour you some coffee.” While she was busy, Harley looked around particularly at the pictures. That must be his Uncle Ben. He saw a picture of a young Peter with May and a man with brown hair and eyeglasses. He didn’t know all the details but Peter told him a bit of what happened.

“How long are you staying here?” She called from the kitchen.

“A week, ma’am. It’s our fall break back in Tennessee.”

“Here, help yourself, sweetie.” May walked in the living room and placed a tray on the table. Harley saw two mugs of coffee and containers for sugar and cream. “Where are you staying? Do you have relatives here?”

“Oh no, I booked a room for a week at an inn in Kew Gardens.”

“What?” She gasped. “You shouldn’t be alone in the city. It’s dangerous!”

“It’s fine. I’m used to being alone.”

“Not in New York though. No, you’re staying here. Peter’s got a bunk bed. You can stay in his room.”

“But-” Harley stopped when May gave him a look that dared him to continue what he was about to say. “Moms really got that glare down to a tee, huh?”

“You bet.” May smirked. Harley chuckled.

“Okay, thanks May.”

“You’re welcome.” May smiled before she picked up the phone. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. You call the inn to cancel the reservation then you call your mom and tell her where you’re really staying while I put away all those stuff. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Harley did what he was told while he watched May put away the groceries. He smiled as he thought of a way to show his gratitude. If he was completely honest, he felt a bit uncomfortable accepting the goodwill offered to him, especially from someone that he just met even if that someone is a friend’s aunt. He didn’t really feel like he deserved the hospitality and care he received. He remembered Tony’s words: there’s nothing wrong with asking and receiving help. He duessed it would take some getting used to.

“Yeah Ma, I’ll be okay. I will. Take care ya’ll. Talk to you tomorrow. Love ya, bye.” He hung up before he walked towards the kitchen. “May really, thank you.”

“It was nothing.” She waved her hand.

“Let me cook dinner, at least. To show my thanks.”

“Oh no, no. You’re our guest. It’s fine.”

“No, really. It’s okay. Actually, I like cookin’. You see, my Ma works at a diner, mostly at night so I’m often left at home with my li’l sister. That's how I taught myself to cook.” He looked at the items May bought. “Looks like there’s enough here for a southern-style dinner. Please, let me cook for tonight.” May huffed, smiled and placed her hands on her hips.

“I can’t dissuade you, huh?”

“No, ma’am.” He grinned.

“Okay then. But, I’ll help out.”

“Sure!”

“Good, now put your backpack in Peter’s room. It’s that door over there. Wash your hands then we’ll start.”

---

Harley was grateful he had the foresight to let May help prepare the ingredients instead of the actual cooking. After she almost burned the sausages because the stove was on high, he found out Peter’s aunt couldn’t cook. He had to constantly and covertly guard the food or else May would add unnecessary spices or other stuff in them.

“I think these are done?” May uncovered the skillet to check on the chicken.

“Just a few more minutes. Chicken breasts cook quicker. For the other chicken parts, we need to cook them longer to make sure the inside isn't raw and bloody but still juicy.”

“Ah, I see,” she covered the skillet and smiled at him, “Harley, I learned a lot from you today.”

“Oh umm,” he gave her a sheepish smile, “it was-it was nothin’.” She giggled at him.

“It was Ben that cooked all the time. He was really good at it too, so I never had the practice.” She smiled, a nostalgic look in her eyes. “His matzo ball soup was amazing, so was his falafel. Peter’s favorite was Ben’s deli sandwich. The secret was the pastrami. Ben made his own.” She sighed. “I remember Peter always ran home from school just so Ben could make him a sandwich.”

Harley felt a twinge of jealousy. He never had a loving father. His own left them around the time Faith was born and he was only five. He left when he was needed the most and since then, it was just him, Faith and his Ma.

“I’m sorry,” May wiped a tear off her cheek as she sniffled, “didn’t mean to-” she waved her hand as if to swipe the melancholy away.

“If you want,” Harley smiled kindly at her, “I can teach you. Ya know, while I’m here.”

“I would love that.” She nodded, eyes still a bit teary.

---

May and Harley set the plates and utensils on the table just as Peter got home. He looked a bit hurried but fine nonetheless, at least there were no visible bruises or cuts this time.

“May, I smell something delicious. Did you order from the chicken place round the corner?” He called out after he placed his bag on an armchair.

“No sweetie, but look who I met at the supermarket."

“Hey,” Harley greeted while he placed the fried chicken as well as a skillet full of biscuits and gravy on the table, “surprise!”

“Harley! Hey, man!” Peter walked towards him with his hand up. They met halfway with a handshake but Peter pulled Harley in for a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re coming?”

“Thought to surprise you, dude. I’m here to check out some colleges.” He grinned as they pulled away. “I was walkin’ round here when I saw your aunt.”

“He helped me with the bags. You know, he came here all the way from Tennessee on his own! I can’t just let him stay in a hotel somewhere so, he’s gonna stay here with us for a week.”

“Yeah, sorry didn’t mean to impo-”

“That’s awesome, man!” Peter exclaimed. “Let me take out the mattress for the top bunk. Be right back!” He then ran to his room.

“It’s been a while since his best friend Ned stayed here for a night.” She chuckled fondly towards Peter’s bedroom. “He only has a handful of friends so I'm glad Tony introduced you kids to each other.” He didn’t know what to say to that. He never had that much friends either what with taking care of both his mother and sister for years instead of going out with classmates. “Well, then. We better eat before dinner gets cold. Peter! You can do that later.”

“Okay,” he ran back out with a grin on his face, “where did you guys buy these?”

“Harley cooked but I helped.”

“Whoa! These looks amazing!” Peter looked at the spread while they all sat around the table.

“Thanks! These here are my Ma’s recipes. Dig in. Hope you guys like it.” Peter didn’t need to be told twice.

“Ohmgod!” Peter exclaimed as he bit and chewed on a chicken leg. After he swallowed the bite, he added, “dude, you better be in-charge of food back at the workshop. I’m kinda getting fed up with the usuals we order.”

“Yeah, sure.” He grinned.

“Harley, sweetie, I know I was there when you made these biscuits and gravy but you’ve got to give me a written recipe.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He watched Peter and May enjoy dinner and smiled. That was the reward for cooking. He never thought he would cook for other people outside his own family. Even Tony didn’t know he could cook.

As he ate with the Parkers, he listened as Peter regaled them with stories of his recent patrols. May also talked about her work at the local charity then they both asked him which schools he planned to visit. Peter even wanted to join him after school so they planned for the week.

He started the day expecting to be alone as he often did. Instead, his circle of friends just got bigger. Maybe, letting people in ain’t a bad idea after all.

#harley keener #tony stark #peter parker #may parker #iron man #spiderman #brotp #family #brotherhood

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starkcontrasts · 7 years ago

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Or basically a quickwrite i did in response to that scene in AoU after they’ve just been attacked and they find out Ultron destroyed JARVIS

Includes: Tony-whump and reader insert(but not in the romantic sense) bc I’m a mess and this shiz was unplanned and is somehow an even bigger mess than the actual author

° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °

You can see the pieces falling into place. Only, they’re falling all wrong. This wasn’t how any of it was supposed to happen.

Before you can react- before you can even think- Thor’s striding forward, one hand around Tony’s neck. You push off the table in response, opening your mouth to tell everyone to calm down. Steve talks over you but Tony’s feet are on the ground now and the air comes into your lungs a little easier. It had felt like you were being choked alongside him.

The conversation continues around you but you make your way towards Tony and Bruce. You hesitate to touch him because something’s definitely up and suddenly Helen’s asking questions at the worst possible time and there’s Tony’s “why can’t you people understand” laughter. Internally, you ask every higher being in creation where it all went wrong.

“We weren’t anywhere near close to a successful interface.” Tony says and you corroborate this when Bruce refuses to.

You don’t restrain the urge to throw him a glare. Intelligent as he is, he couldn’t recognize the signs of his supposed best friend falling apart in front of him.

“Oh, what so now you fall belly up.” Tony calls out.

Bruce retorts something about murder bots and it physically hurts you because the three of you know that’s never what Ultron was. What he was never supposed to be. Whatever he is now, that doesn’t change the fact that his original purpose had less to do with harming the Earth and more to do with protecting it. Tony explains as much and the derision in Steve’s voice is enough to make you scoff.

The good captain gives you what is meant to be a withering look. It’s a look of clear disapproval, rife with glaring notions of moral superiority and you squint your eyes at him. There’s a divine shiver of pleasure at the slight flinch you draw from him but mostly he keeps on talking and this time you don’t hesitate to place a gentle hand on Tony’s forearm. Brown eyes, clearly distressed to someone who knows how to look, turn to you and there’s a distinct sensation of your stomach hitting your toes. God, Tony. He looked wrecked.

Your face crumples watching him, and the hand that was on his arm rises to rest on his cheeks instead. The room doesn’t notice the two of you and the feeling is mutual. Tony looks like all he wants to do is crawl into a ball. He’s so tired of trying to explain to people who won’t listen, why a system of instantaneous planet-wide protection is more reliable than a group of seven people. Still is reliable.

“Breathe, Tony, I need you to breathe.”

You can feel the moment Bruce’s attention suddenly flicks over to you but you can care less.

Tony’s breathing isn’t any better than before. In fact, it’s practically inaudible, meaning it’s essentially not there and you resist the urge to throttle every single person in this room.

“Antonio, listen to me. Breathe.”

It takes a while but a glowing chest begins to rise and fall in normal intervals and you smile weakly in an attempt to steady the both of you, mentally and emotionally.

“You’re doing wonderfully. Keep going for me, okay?” Tony nods imperceptibly and you glance over at the now silent room.

Steel settles itself into your gaze and cold eyes focus on the God of Thunder first.

“Try something like that again, Thor, and you’ll find not even Heimdall will be able to get you out of here fast enough.”

The crimson-clad blonde furrows his eyebrows at you, as if confused as to how he had garnered your wrath.

“You don’t wrap your super-powered hands around the neck of someone suffering from anxiety and PTSD, you insensitive asshat.”

“Langu-”

Your head comes flying to face Steve.

“Tell me to watch my language, Steven. I fucking dare you.”

“Okay, why don’t we all just take a chill pill, Y/N.” Clint interjects from near your left.

“Barton so help me…”

“Alright then, never mind.”

The archer lowers his hands in surrender and you turn to Bruce, embittered.

“Science bros stick together, numbnuts. Don’t you dare think you can throw Tony to the wind like that ever again because trust me, I’ll make any wreckage the Big Guy’s done so far, look like a kid throwing a tantrum.”

Bruce flinches hard and you nearly sneer in satisfaction before turning back towards Steve and taking a deep breath.

“Since no one is willing to fucking listen to Tony, I’ll do the explaining instead and we’ll just see what happens if someone tries to cut me off with weakass statements like ‘together’.”

Steve opens his mouth to reply but you cut him off.

“That was not permission to speak, soldier.”

He swiftly closes his mouth.

“I’m going to try talking to all of you like you’re adults but if you don’t start using your heads like the mature, capable-of-thinking-for-themselves human beings that you are, then I will make it so your physical state matches your childlike temperaments.”

It’s very clearly a threat and you can see each Avenger(sans Tony) openly bristle and twitch to grab their weapons. Bruce wrings his hands together. The witch glares at you and you smile at her, all teeth and mock-sweetness.

“My abilities are stronger than yours, so I wouldn’t even try, Miss Maximoff.”

Pietro, beautifully complex Pietro, shoves a hand in front of his sister to keep her from surging forwards, all the while fixing you with an indecipherable look. From the beginning, as much as everyone seemed to focus on Wanda, you could tell there was more to the older Maximoff twin that meets the eye. You were glad to be right.

You take another deep breath.

“The Avengers aren’t infallible, don’t even pretend like that isn’t the case. What Tony- and Bruce included because he was very much included- what they were trying to do was create an artificial intelligence much like JARVIS that could fulfill JARVIS’s primary directive taken to a global scale.”

Confused looks all around. Tony shivers behind you and you grasp his hand, holding tightly to try and keep him grounded.

“For those of you who don’t know, J’s primary directive was to protect Tony. Ultron’s primary directive was intended to be the protection of planet Earth from outside forces seeking to enter our atmosphere and wreak havoc below. He was the brainchild of our science geniuses here, in an attempt to prevent anything similar to the fight with the Chitauri from happening ever again.”

You lick your lips, swallow down your earlier anger, and continue.

“Thor said it himself when Loki first arrived. SHIELD’s experiments with the Tesseract showed to the rest of the Universe, specifically to other, advanced races, that the Earth is ready for a higher form of war. Sooner or later, the rest of the Universe is going to come knocking and believe you me, not very many of them will be here to ask for a cup of sugar.”

“The Avengers can handle whatever comes at us. Advanced alien race or otherwise.” Natasha drawls from beside Clint.

The amount of conceit in her tone is almost laughable considering how much training had been invested to make sure she was above displaying her innermost thoughts so easily. In front of friend or foe, she was always to appear unbothered. Mayhaps, if Barnes had been trusted to teach her that aspect rather than just combat skills, the Widow would have been better at it.

“Come now, Natalia, I thought you were cleverer than that. Have you grown so lax in your training so as to believe you cannot be stopped?”

The statement gets a rise out of more than just her, and you can feel the anger in Bruce’s gaze at your neck. Clint and Steve narrow their eyes at you but otherwise don’t respond. The Widow tries her damndest not to throw a knife at your throat and its times like these that you miss Winter’s ability to disassociate. The Captain was going to be in for such a surprise when next he met Barnes. His best friend was less Bucky and more something in between Hydra’s Fist and the exemplary soldier, less the charming man from Brooklyn and more the damaged transitional phase.

Even then, he was still far better at feigning indifference than the redhead in front of you.

“I don’t care how super-powered some of you are, you’re still so very human. With a single thought from my head, I could disseminate your insides throughout the stars. I’ve trained with mutants and titans alike, and they’re nowhere close to how terrifying the races out there are. If I could kill you in a second, what makes you think Earth could survive more than a meager few moments against the might of the worst the Universe has to offer?”

Steve turns towards Thor, uncertain and hoping he can corroborate or contest your claim. The demi-god furrows his eyebrows, his grip on Mjolnir shifting.

“Y/N does not lie. Even I have yet to experience a vast number of the Universe’s most feared warriors. My Father has kept the nine realms, most of all your Midgard, sheltered from the rest of the starways for centuries.”

Tony breathes out shakily from behind you and you tighten your grip on his hand. Thor nods at you to continue and you stare at Steve right in his shadowed blue eyes.

“What Ultron was meant to be versus what he ultimately became was the result of ignorance on all our parts, least of all Tony’s. Firstly, you were all ignorant for believing yourselves unstoppable, and secondly, you were ignorant for believing Wanda Maximoff to be less spiteful than she is.”

“Now hold on, I think, at the very least, I’ve been keeping a close eye on the Witch and I think she’s pretty spiteful.” Clint interjected.

Both Maximoff siblings bristle from the edge of the group and you don’t miss the glint of red filtering into Wanda’s eyes.

“You so much as attempt to fiddle with any of the minds in or out of this room and I’ll turn you into a pile of red leather.” You state matter-of-factly, in her direction.

Wanda narrows her eyes and hisses while Pietro stiffens, legs vibrating with the desire to not be here. You can’t blame him, you don’t want to be here either. But someone has to say this shit and goodness knows, no one was going to listen to Tony if he did it instead.

“As I was saying, Miss Maximoff over here had a bigger part to play in Ultron’s genesis than you all previously believed.”

You state right into her hateful, hopelessly child-like, eyes.

“Wanda put the idea into Tony’s head that the faster Ultron came to be, the better.”

“And what does that mean?” Steve bit out.

You feel physically ill thinking back on it and it takes a great deal of effort not to will Wanda into non-existence.

“Miss Maximoff worked her third-rate sorcery on Tony’s head during the fight at the factory. She played alphabet soup with his head and showed him a vision of the world ending, everyone dying at his feet. And Tony? Tony felt what Tony always feels.”

“Vindication?” The Widow mocks.

You look at her blankly.

“You mistake him for you, Natalia.”

That shuts her up quickly.

“No,” Tony’s hand was clammy in yours. “He felt guilty.”

Several sets of eyes widen.

“He felt guilt and so much regret, I picked up on it even though I was here at the Tower.”

“Why would you feel guilty, Tony?” Maria questioned, tone delicate where no one else’s had been.

You turn back to see Tony visibly shaking, one arm wrapped around his trembling frame.

“Because I wasn’t dead. I had to watch as I was the only one left.”

And hell if that doesn’t do some serious damage to the sizeable egos in the room.

But that still wasn’t the whole story, so you finish where Tony couldn’t.

“And you, Steve, you asked him why he didn’t do more.”

The super-soldier practically deflates before your very eyes, lean frame going slack where he stands.

“Jesus, Tony.”

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naferty · 8 years ago

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But for the academy AU. Tony being an absolute bucket of sass toward every fangirl/boy who decides to threaten him/try to warn him off Steve. "You're not good enough for him." "Sweetie, my suit costs more than your tuition. Sit down." 😘

Buuuuuuuurn. Tony slaying people trying to move into his territory and completely annihilating them.

I don’t picture Tony murder sassy however, at least not yet until years together when he’s finally confident enough in his relationship with Steve. I imagine after Steve comes back all buff and tall and hotter and has a mob of fans now, no longer considered a nerd (and actually gains that nerd title himself by standing next to Steve and getting compared to the new standard) and girls and boys fainting at the sight of Steve, Tony gains the fear of losing Steve. This tall and buff man can now move on to better than him. He has a whole group to choose from after all, and completely willing, too.

First year Tony carries these fears on himself but is able to push them back each day when Steve goes directly to him and never spares any of the fans a glance. He sighs in relief when Steve continues to walk with him to classes just like the year before. He relaxes his tense shoulders when Steve rebuffs a girl getting just a little too close and revealing a little too much or a guy trying to not-so-subtly hint on his size and Steve staring at them unimpressed before saying straight up “my dick is bigger, go away.” (in reality Steve thought this guy was trying to hit on Tony).

Second year and they’re still together and the fangirls and boys are getting frustrated and making twice the effort but ultimately are pushed to the side as Steve marches like a man with purpose right to Tony, who had grown an inch or two since their last year and may have filled out a little (thanks to Steve constantly making him eat and mostly eating out because Steve is shit at cooking and Tony forgets to eat so cooking is never on his mind). Tony is a little confident here and even dares to mark his territory when fanboys and girls come sniffing. He presses himself against Steve and wraps an arm around his tiny waist. Purrs some words in his ear when one of the girls or boys try to make conversation with him and always ends up pressed against a secluded wall because he might have pushed Steve a little with the purring next to his ear. He still gets all flustered as Steve turns the tables and whispers not-so-innocent things in his ear.

Third year is when Tony comes ready to take names and heads and psychologically scar those foolish enough to earn his wrath. Third year together with Steve brings out sassy Tony who won’t back down or hold back. He is ruthless, brash, has no chill and will probably never get it when Steve is involved. And Steve loves this side of him so much. His boyfriend being all territorial of him is so endearing and shows how much Tony loves him and Steve could sit and watch Tony get aggressive all day. Later on when Steve has Tony all to himself he’ll repeat the same words in whispers and through grunts and Tony would get embarrassed but dammit he couldn’t help it that girl was touching his arm!

(Pepper and Rhodey having to carry the person just burned by Tony to the nurses office, doing damage control. Bucky and Peggy wipe away the evidence of tears.)

#ask post #mal gets an ask #lovely anon #stony #stevetony #superhusbands #some high school or academy au #sassy tony coming through his timid and bashful character #better watch out better not cry better not flirt i'm telling you why #tony stark is burning your priiiide

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writerachel · 7 years ago

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Regina for world building Wednesday? (If you havent already)

omg regina!!!! my girl. thanks for this!!

B A S I C S

full name: regina joy moretti

gender: female

sexuality: straight

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: mother: teresa (brucco) moretti - father: tony moretti - younger sister: giuliana moretti - youngest sister: bella moretti - and she considers the disalvos her family as well!

birthplace: brooklyn, new york

job: hairdresser

phobias: birds (mostly a fear of getting shit on), rats, clowns

guilty pleasures: nothing! she’s proud to enjoy everything so does!

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: lawful evil

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: extrovert

organized/disorganized: surprisingly pretty organized

close minded/open-minded: depends on the subject

calm/anxious: neither. she doesn’t get anxious, but she gets really worked up. i guess i’ll say calm

disagreeable/agreeable: disagreeable

cautious/reckless: a little bit of both

patient/impatient: impatient

outspoken/reserved: outspoken

leader/follower: leader

empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: depends on the situation

traditional/modern: modern

hard-working/lazy: hard-working

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: regina & frankie

ot3: BROT3 regina & eleanora & sherri

brotp: regina & violetta omfg they’re low key bffs

notp: regina & peter - not only bc it’s frankie’s brother and peter is married, but it just would not work at all

#dreamingofstarslight #ch: regina

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mobsofnewyork · 7 years ago

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To save a life (part three)

It has been three months since toni and Ronnie announced their engagement at the charity ball, by this time she had gotten a make over and practically moved in with most of her stuff at his house she barely went home. but just because she wasnt home it doesn't mean she didn't keep her house in check everyday at all times, knowing this made Ronnie love her more and kind of turned him on but Toni said she wasn't ready for that yet. In the past few weeks toni and Ronnie have sat down and had many conversations about their future together, she had some what in a small way fallen for him but she never forgot what he did to jimmy. Her poor baby she had not seen in months cause she wanted him nowhere near Ronnie for fear of what he might do, so she sent him off the grid in hopes that he would be safe from his wrath while she dished out some much deserved pay back to this creep. With the help of her new friends and her mostly cleared schedule, she still has a wedding to plan, toni was in the process of making moves towards her future; a future in which her rich and powerful husband mysteriously dies in a accident due to an unforseen malfunction. After this accident she inherits everything her poor unfortunate husband owned; including his land, his money, and his seat at the table in the mob circle which would make her the head of the table the boss of all bosses. she was nervous about her plan but she wasn't backing out cause she knew if she did she would never come back from it, she drove up into the driveway got out the car gave the keys to the valet and walked inside the spacious house "Mycroft, Daniella" she called out to her friends. Mycroft and Daniella made the plans for the wedding with her and gave her information about Ronnies life that he wouldn't otherwise tell her himself, and when he would come home they would eat dinner together and then curl up on the couch; her with her wine and him with his custom made and personally branded whiskey. Those moments with him made her wonder if she was doing the right thing and questioned just how much she despised him, toni hated what he did to jimmy but other than that he wasn't so bad to be with he was quite pleasant at times. She walked through the house looking for her partners in crime and finally found them in the kitchen "hello" she said warmly, Daniella looked up from the pot she was stirring and waved since she didn't speak much English and toni spoke very little Spanish. Mycroft hugged toni and said a quick hello then went straight back to cooking "today he's coming home early so we must prepare dinner", toni looked confused "why is he coming home early?" She asked worriedly "he said he wants to talk with you, wouldn't say why or what about but it sounds serious" mycroft said as he chopped green peppers. Toni stood there and thought for a moment about what he might want to talk with her about but she had no clue, maybe it was in his office she thought to herself as She rushed out the kitchen and up the steps to hopefully find what she was looking for before he got in. but she had a back up plan just in case he came in and she got caught which wasn't fool proof but it was a plan at least, she crept into the empty office and started searching for any information on this early home coming but sadly found nothing about what he wanted to speak with her about. She went into the bedroom to search there but when she opened the door she found something else instead, toni opened the door to find a beautiful surprise she found a huge bouquet of roses and rose petals with a note.

The note said as follows:

Hello wifey,

Hope you like the gift can't wait to get home to see you I have some big to talk to you about

Your hubby

She smiled rolling her eyes thinking just how goofy her fiance was, but then she quickly started wondering just what was the thing he wanted to talk to her about. She sighed putting her stuff down and taking off her shoes she needed a massage or a hot bath, feeling a migraine coming on she turned on the water to run herself a bath as she undressed and thought to herself about all the things he could possibly want from her. They had basically talked about everything and anything a soon to be married couple should talk about, wrapping a towel around herself she decided to it go at least until he got home but then she heard the bedroom door open. Normally Mycroft or Daniella would knock first "Ronnie" she called out to who she assumed was her fiance, he walked into the bathroom smirking "did you like your surprise" he asked and she nodded. Ronnie grabbed her waist and pulled her closer kissing her lips softly "I'm guessing you read the note too", she nodded again this time looking at him curiously "toni, I'm going to tell it to you straight" he sighed "I want a baby".

#to save a life #part three #mr and mrs cordetti #i want a baby #toni #ronnie #toni x ronnie

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