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five-bi-five-mind · 1 year

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Could you please make a fic of Wanda and reader. Vision kisses Wanda even though they are broken up. Reader punches Vision and Wanda proves to reader she only loves the reader. Smut at the end bd happy ending please

I'm Yours Too

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader

Words: 9.5k+

Genre: Angst & Smut

Summary: Vision doesn't take the sight of you on his ex girlfriend's arm very well. What was supposed to be a night of Wanda proudly showing off her lovely girlfriend turned into a night that almost broke the both of you. But Wanda isn't one to let you get away so easily.

Warnings: Toxic!Wanda, jealous!Wanda, possessive!Wanda, alcohol use, mentions of cheating but not really (it's a misunderstanding), top!Wanda, bottom!Reader, fingering, strap on use (all r receiving), magic strap, also cum strap with a tiny bit of a breeding kink...

A/N: This doesn't 100% follow your prompt, anon, but it's pretty darn close! Also ha... don't know what came over me with the smut oops. I just really love writing toxic Wanda railing reader I guess....

Agreeing to go to this party was a big mistake. At least that’s what you were beginning to believe as the minutes ticked by and you were still sitting alone at the bar, two and a half drinks down when you thought you’d only have one. But then again, you also thought your girlfriend wouldn’t ditch you for so long to go god knows where.

Crowds weren’t your thing either and Wanda knew that. So when she got invited to Tony’s extravagant party she knew she would have to do some convincing. Luckily for her, she also knew exactly how to get you to agree. Right now, as you sat nervously in a sea of party goers, downing your third drink, you were really regretting how easily you folded.

Your fingers tapped on the bar counter as you considered ordering a fourth since Wanda was still nowhere in sight. The alcohol would calm your nerves hopefully, but the rational side of your brain told you to slow it down. You weren’t drunk, but you definitely weren’t sober either. It might be best to keep yourself as level as you can be while teetering that line between tipsy and drunk. At least until you find Wanda.

It didn’t help that, not only had Wanda ditched you, but the moment you two got there she was preoccupied with whoever was blowing up her phone. You assumed that was why she told you she needed a moment and made her way through the crowd without you. What also added to your frustration was that you couldn’t find a single soul you knew. Natasha had graciously thought to text you to tell you she would be there but was running late. At this point, between waiting for your girlfriend and waiting for your best friend for what you think is about thirty minutes, your patience was wearing thin.

You decided to give it just five more minutes. If you didn’t see Wanda return to your side or Natasha to swoop in and rescue you, then you’d go hunt down your girlfriend. The only thing was now you couldn’t decide if you wanted to drag her back to the bar and then freely let yourself get drunk with her watchful eye on you as you let go of your anxiety or drag her ass back home and into the comfort and safety of your very cozy bed. You were leaning towards the second option.

No matter how many times you checked your phone, it didn’t change the fact that you had no new notifications. Not from Wanda, not from Nat, not from a single person you thought might be at that party. No, the only notification you got was the warning that your phone battery hit 10%. With a heavy sigh, you decided that was the sign to go find someone you knew. Preferably your missing girlfriend, who you were now quite frustrated with.

Pushing yourself off the bar, your eyes set their sights on the exit to the main hall of the party. You’d scour the entire place if you needed to so you could find your girlfriend and hopefully convince her to get the hell out of here. You’d already been scanning the crowd in the main part of the event and you’d definitely caught at least a glimpse of her red hair through the crowd, but alas she was nowhere insight.

With gusto, you pushed through the crowd until you reached the exit of the crowded room and was just met with a few scattered groups of people here and there in the halls leading up to the main event space. You took a deep breath, you might not have been outside necessarily, but at least you were away from all the excitement and the reduced noise was refreshing to you. Quickly, but still carefully as you scanned your surroundings, you made your way through the rest of the building. Still no Wanda. You were getting farther and farther away from the party and deeper and deeper into the more secluded parts of the convention center. Tony really picked a maze to rent out, you thought as you chose random halls to turn and search through.

All the while, you were checking your phone. You had sent more than a few texts to Wanda, each conveying a little more of your frustration than the last. None of those messages went answered, let alone read. What was worse was there was still no sign of Nat. She promised to text you the moment she arrived and you at least trusted her to keep her word, so you knew you at least wouldn’t run into her in these halls.

After a few more turns, you realized the sound of the party’s booming music was now nothing more than a dull hum. You were probably on the complete opposite side of the building. Your hopes in finding Wanda were starting to diminish and for a second you seriously contemplated just calling a car to take you home. But as if by some miracle you finally heard her voice echo down the hall.

Your pace picked up as you followed the sound of her voice. Finally, you could get the hell out of this place. Being left at the party for so long had already made you ready to leave, but having to search through an unfamiliar place for so long meant you weren’t going to budge on that decision. Wanda was going to take you home and there wasn’t going to be any argument about it.

“Wanda, where did you go?” You said as you caught a glimpse of her when rounding the corner of the hall. “I’ve been looking all over for-“ You cut yourself off when she was fully in view. Only she wasn’t alone. Stopping dead in your tracks the scene before you felt like a gut punch. There she was, Wanda, the woman you love, wrapped in the arms of the man she used to be with. Your world felt like it shattered in two seconds.

Neither heard you, but Vision was the first to see you. He pulled from Wanda’s lips to lock eyes with you. His face was devoid of any emotion when he took in your shocked expression. As if he didn’t realize he was taking away the one person you love most in this world. As if what you caught him doing was nothing to him.

Wanda’s reaction was the exact opposite of Visions when their kiss broke, but you didn’t notice. Your eyes locked on the man who was currently all over your girlfriend. You couldn’t begin to look at Wanda, but if you did you would’ve noticed the way her body was absolutely ridged in Vision’s embrace. The moment Wanda realized Vision had pulled away, her hands pressed hard to his chest and she gave a powerful shove. His arms fell from her, but when he didn’t even acknowledge her fuming in front of him, she turned to see where he was staring off to.

And then her heart stopped. The anger Wanda showed towards Vision immediately transformed into concern as her eyes locked onto your face. Wanda knew what this looked like, and it wasn’t good.

Wanda didn’t have to read your mind to understand exactly what you thought this whole ordeal was, she could see it written all over your face. The problem is, it really wasn’t what it looked like.

Wanda had been getting bombarded with messages from Vision from the very minute she arrived with you at Tony’s party. He caught a glimpse of her with you on his arm and it sparked something in him to decide tonight was a night to make a stand. After messages flooded in, Wanda’s mood was souring when she was really hoping to enjoy this night and show you off to everyone as hers and hers alone. Only, she couldn’t do that when she was getting increasingly pissed off with Vision and she was growing concerned he’d make a scene. So, she gave in and abandoned you at the bar to go have what was supposed to be a brief chat. She knew you’d be frustrated by this, but she had hoped she’d be back quick enough to make it up to you. Wanda was incredibly wrong.

Vision and Wanda argued back and forth for well over half an hour. Wanda was clearly standing her ground, but unfortunately so was Vision. When Wanda felt more and more buzzes from her phone as the arguing went on she knew when she returned to your side you’d be pretty angry with her and then there went her evening of parading her girlfriend around proudly for the world to see. So, since the argument with Vision was getting nowhere Wanda tried to cut him off and just walk away. But “tried” is the key word here, because before she knew it he caught her off guard.

Vision was never one to make bold moves. When Wanda was with him, he was always incredibly predictable. It was part of the reason they didn’t work. He was just… boring. There was no spark. But tonight, Vision was a little less predictable than Wanda expected. Before she could turn she found herself pulled back and into his chest and within a blink suddenly she found his cold lips pressed to hers. Immediately, she wanted to retch. The feeling of anyone touching her in any kind of way felt wrong to her, when she found you she knew you were the one she’d been searching for. To even think about being with anyone other than you in any sort of intimate way made her skin crawl, so to have Vision’s lips pressed against hers felt like the most unnatural thing in the world. It made her want to rip his lips off, if she was being totally honest.

Admittedly, it took her a moment to get over the shock of his bold, but incredibly uncalled for actions, but when she did register exactly what was happening that was when the rage set in. That was also, unfortunately, a moment after you saw the scene as it unfolded.

So now, here all three of you were. Vision still oblivious to the rage he caused in Wanda. Wanda was looking at you with a mixture of panic and sympathy, knowing exactly what you must be thinking right now. And then there was you, still just standing there utterly frozen.

Your eyes finally drifted over to where Wanda stood and the look she was giving you made your stomach painfully turn. Wanda’s eyes were glued to you and all you could see in them was extreme guilt. Did she feel guilty she got caught? Did she feel guilty she just witnessed your heart break in front of her? Whatever that guilt was, it suddenly turned your shock into pure anger.

Your mouth opened and closed, trying to find the right words to respond to the shit show in front of you, but then you realized there were none. You wanted to scream and curse and, honestly, knock Vision’s lights out if you even thought that was possible. However, you knew none of that was productive and you also knew if you started screaming you’d also start crying and you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of that. You didn’t want to break yet, not in front of Wanda and especially not in front of Vision.

So, you start to turn around. Your current plan: cut and run. This place is so much of a fucking maze, you were sure you could lose Wanda while you waited for a car to come.

Except, you should’ve known Wanda was faster than you, so when you started to speed walk away she left Vision in the dust to follow right on your heel.

“Wait, fuck, just wait!” Wanda yelled from behind you. You shook your head, there was no way you wanted to hear her out. Your blood was boiling and you could already tell you were two seconds away from losing your cool. You just had to get a fucking car and then you could lose it in the comfort of your own home. “Come on, where are you even going?”

“Away from you,” You said over your shoulder. It was a miracle you were even able to dodge bumping into anyone as you were struggling to escape Wanda and call an Uber at the same time. There were a lot of factors that were making it way too difficult for you to escape a determined Wanda who was aggressively following you. One of the factors was that your hands were shaking so badly you could barely type what you needed to type in order to pick the right destination to get home and another factor was that your phone somehow ended up going from 10% to 1% in the time it took for you to find Wanda in the first place. Right before you were about to hit the button in the app to order your escape car, your screen went black and you stopped in your tracks.

“Fuck!” You howled, half tempted to throw your phone across the hall.

“Let me take you home,” Wanda stopped right behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “We can talk.”

You jerked away from her touch as if it burned and when you spun around, seeing that look of guilt again pissed you off even further. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“(Y/N), just come on, let's go to the car.” Wanda’s voice was level, calm even. She was doing her best to be patient and understanding, because she knew what you must be thinking. She would’ve been furious too if the positions were switched. However, the more calm she sounded the more you thought she was being condescending, even if there was no indication of that in her tone. You were just too hurt and angry to really pay attention to much else at the moment.

“I’ll find another way,” You spat. “I don’t want to be near you right now. I can’t even fucking look at you.”

That hit a nerve. For a split second you saw frustration towards you flash on Wanda’s features, but then in a blink it was gone and her composure came back. Wanda didn’t want to spend the night screaming at each other, she was going to at least try to avoid that. If she could calm you down she could explain and start making it up to you, but your behavior was quickly testing her.

“(Y/N), stop it.” Wanda’s voice was more firm as she spoke. “Let’s just go. How are you going to even get home without me? Your phone is dead. What’s your plan?”

“I’ll take her.” The two of you turned to follow the voice and to your relief there came Nat from the other end of the hall.

Natasha had some great fucking timing. You didn’t want to be near Wanda for another second and now finally your best friend was there to save the day. You didn’t even know how she found you in this place, but you were too thankful to even question it.

“Come on,” Nat extended a hand towards you. “I’ll take you home.” She nodded at you encouragingly, soft eyes meeting yours. She didn’t know what this was about, but she didn’t need much context to know that somehow Wanda majorly fucked up. Nat knew it was only a matter of time before that happened. She saw how territorial Wanda was with you and for some reason, Nat never trusted it. So, unfortunately for Wanda, Nat became almost as fiercely protective of you as she was.

“Okay,” You let out a shaky sigh of relief. “Okay, yeah.” You took her hand and that’s when Wanda’s patience was really wearing thin.

“I can take her home,” Wanda stepped in front of Nat quickly before she could pull you away. “We,” Wanda turned her eyes to look at you, “Need to seriously talk.”

“She said she didn’t want to, Wanda.” Nat answered for you. The glare she gave Wanda would make anyone else cower in fear, but directed towards Wanda it only angered her more. “I’m taking her home.”

“And what then?” Wanda challenged. Nat knew exactly what Wanda was implying. As much as you told Nat you reassured Wanda that the thing between you two was platonic, Nat knew Wanda refused to believe you.

“I’m just dropping her off.” Nat didn’t miss a beat, refusing to back down from Wanda’s attempts to intimidate her.

“Sure you are,” Wanda scoffed.

“Wanda!” You interrupted. This was ridiculously and you just wanted to go home. Right now really isn't the time to deal with a fight between the two people who care about you most, or at least who you thought did. “You’re not one to talk and I’m leaving right now.” With that you tugged on Nat’s hand and began to walk in any direction that didn’t lead to Wanda. You’d find your way out of this place somehow, hopefully, but right way or not you didn’t want to look at your girlfriend any longer. “Don’t follow us!” You ordered behind you as you dragged Nat with you.

Wanda stood there and watched you walk away. She wasn’t going to follow you, she already had a better plan. She was going to beat you home. After all, she did have a key to your place. Was it the best plan to corner you and get you to talk? No, Wanda thought this would definitely be a night full of yelling and arguing now, but she didn’t really give a fuck. She wasn’t going to leave Natasha alone with you while you were in this state. No matter what, Wanda just didn’t quite trust Nat with you. Whether Nat realized it herself or not, Wanda knew there was more to her feelings. She watched the way Natasha looked at you, she didn’t need to read her mind to know what her intentions were.

So as soon as the two of you were out of sight, Wanda rushed to her car. She was going to make sure she got there first.

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The car ride with Natasha was silent, but you were incredibly thankful for that. You just sat with your eyes glued to the window. The passing scenery not even registering to you, all you saw was that scene of Vision kissing Wanda replaying over and over again. Natasha didn’t question what happened, she knew if you wanted to talk you would. Instead, she just drove, her eyes flicking over to you every once in a while to make sure you were okay.

When you both pulled up to your place, you asked Nat if you could sit in the car for a little bit, not quite ready to walk into your empty home and break down.

“What happened?” Nat tentatively asked, breaking the silence after a few minutes of you just sitting and staring at your front door. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” She quickly added, trying her best not to push you into doing or saying anything you didn’t want to.

“She kissed Vis.” Your voice was barely a whisper, your hands balling into fists on your lap. Natasha just stared at you for a moment. If she already wasn’t pissed with the scene she witnessed at Tony’s party, now she was furious.

“Whatever you need,” Nat offered, “I’m here.” She knew from your tone you didn’t want to give much more information, so she didn’t press. She just offered you what space she could and waited patiently as you both sat in silence for a few more minutes.

After some time went by, you finally nodded to yourself and started to get out of the car. Nat insisted on walking you in. You didn’t protest much, you understood she was concerned about you. Natasha’s intention was just to give you a moment to collect yourself once you sat at home and give you the opportunity to talk more, cry, whatever you needed. She figured you could tell her then if you wanted her to leave or not, but if you wanted her to stay she’d be the shoulder you needed to cry on.

So she followed you in, but what neither of you noticed was the familiar car parked on the other side of the street .

“I thought she was just going to drop you off.” You heard the voice in the dark the minute you and Nat walked in the door. It startled the hell out of you, but Nat just seemed unphased. She was somewhat expecting this behavior from Wanda. Natasha had hoped you two would make it time, so she could protect you while you did what you needed to heal from whatever pain Wanda caused. Obviously, that wasn’t going to be how the rest of tonight played out.

Reaching over, you flipped the lights on only to see Wanda sitting on the couch, arms folded over her chest and clear irritation written all over her face. You expected Wanda to chase after you, but you didn’t expect her to let herself into your place or to even beat you to it. Right now, you were really regretting giving her a key.

“How did you get here before us?” Was the only thing you could think to say as you stared at the one person you really didn’t want to be looking at right now.

“I should be asking you why it took you so long.” Wanda said, clearly still annoyed by Natasha’s presence. Meanwhile, Nat was just standing beside you, her arms folded just like Wanda’s, with a matching annoyed expression on her face. “What were you two doing in the car for so long?” You didn’t miss what Wanda was insinuating and you didn’t like it one bit.

“We were talking.” Natasha answered for you. “I was comforting her.” Wanda’s lips twitched at that and you knew Nat just hit a nerve. You bit your lip to stop the taunting smirk you wanted to give Wanda. Anything that pissed Wanda off felt a little like a small victory. She was jealous? Good, you thought, now she had the smallest taste of how you were feeling.

“I’m sure you were,” Wanda gave a tight lipped smile. “But we need to talk so I suggest you leave now.”

“I’m not leaving until she asks me to.” You looked at Nat in awe as she held her ground, not even phased by the brewing rage that showed in Wanda’s eyes. She stood by you, unwavering in her resolve. “I think it’s you who should leave.”

“Oh do you?” Wanda scoffed. “I’m not leaving. She’s my girlfriend, or have you both forgotten?”

“I think you’re the one that forgot that, Wanda.” You finally speak, fists clenching as you stand practically shaking. How dare she try to be territorial after she did what she did? You weren’t going to stand for this or for the way she was treating Nat. “And I agree with Nat. You should go.”

Wanda’s eyes left Nat’s for a moment and when they reached you, you could almost see them soften. She could tell you were hurting, could tell you were confused. All she wanted to do was clear the air, reassure you that what you saw was a misunderstanding that she doesn’t and would never want Vision in the way she wanted you. If she could just talk to you without Natasha’s frustrating presence then everything would be okay, she was sure of it. It would take some convincing, but you’d understand. She’d make you understand.

But then, Nat placed her hand on your waist and something inside Wanda snapped. You saw her eyes zero in on the contact Natasha made with you and you didn’t miss the way her eye practically twitched as anger began to rise yet again. “I’m not leaving.” Wanda held her ground. She was sure as hell not going to let you be alone, vulnerable and hurting with someone like Natasha to come prey on your current state. Wanda wasn’t a fool, she could practically picture what would happen. “Not until we talk. Alone.”

You looked from Wanda to Nat. On the one hand, you really wanted your closest friend to stay by your side, on the other hand you could imagine things would get ugly if Nat were to stay. It was clear, Wanda really wasn’t going to leave until you two talked. Either way, you imagined things would get ugly, but at least you could save yourself a little bit from even more embarrassment by having Natasha avoid the total blow up that you knew was bound to happen.

“It’s okay, Nat.” You heard yourself say before you could really register your decision. “I’ll be okay, why don’t you head home?”

Nat’s jaw clenched as she glared at Wanda for a moment before looking back at you. “Are you sure?” You felt her hand squeeze your waist gently where it rested and all you saw in your friend’s eyes was concern. “I don’t have to-”

“She said she wanted you to head home.” Wanda cut her off, stalking towards the two of you.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Nat spit, not even bothering to look over at Wanda as she came closer. “I can stay,” she reassured you.

You shook your head. Wanda was two seconds away from making this even worse than it already was. You weren’t entirely sure what Wanda would do to Nat, and you knew Nat could hold her own, but you also didn’t necessarily want to test any of that. “It’s okay, really.” You placed your hand over the hand Nat still had resting on your shoulder. “If anything happens,” You said in a hushed voice. “I’ll call you.”

“Please do,” Natasha urged. She looked back between you and where Wanda stood. Thankfully Wanda stopped just a few feet from you both, seemingly satisfied for now that Natasha was agreeing to leave. She felt triumphant that clearly, even when upset with her, you knew to choose her in situations like this. If she wasn’t still so concerned with getting through to you, she would be gloating at the fact that you chose her. Of course, she had no doubt that you wouldn’t. You were hers and she knew that you knew that. Then again, she also thought you would never believe so easily that she would just willingly touch and be touched by another, not when you two were so clearly in love. But then, here you both were.

You gave Natasha one more nod of reassurance and Nat just looked back at you, hesitant to take her eyes off you for even a second, but the tap of Wanda’s foot told her if she didn’t leave things would escalate even further fast. So, with great hesitation, she turned from you, giving you one last concerned look before heading out the door and closing it behind her.

It was silent for a moment. Your eyes were glued to the door Natasha had just walked out of and Wanda’s were glued to you. Neither of you knew how to start, but you knew if you started you’d just dig in. You were hurting and two seconds away from starting an all out war with Wanda, but you also knew that wouldn’t be productive. If you were being honest, the only thing you wanted to do now that Nat was gone was crawl into bed and sob your eyes out.

“(Y/N), it wasn’t what it looked like.” Wanda finally broke the silence, taking another step towards you.

You just scoffed and walked past her to the bedroom, making sure to not-so-gently brush her shoulder as you passed. If you two were going to have this fight you needed a minute. At least you wanted to change out of your party clothes. “That’s a cliche,” You said over your shoulder as you walked into the bedroom. Wanda just stood there stunned for a moment, not used to getting the cold treatment from you. It was quickly beginning to irritate her.

Turning on her heels, Wanda was right behind you in a matter of moments, following you straight into the bedroom. “It wasn’t,” Wanda insisted, watching as you walked into your closet and began to pull out different clothes.

“I’ve heard this all before,” You called from the closet as you dug for more comfortable clothes. “I know this story. I was just stupid to think…” You stopped and shook your head before gathering your clothes. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to hear it, Wanda. I honestly still want you to leave.”

“Just let me explain,” Wanda sighed, sitting herself down on your bed while she waited for you to come back out of the closet. With clothes in your hand, your eyebrow quirked as you saw her get comfortable. Something about the image of Wanda in your room, on your bed, after you saw what you saw was making you feel more bitter. It made you think back to the kiss you witnessed and made you wonder how many times Wanda was in his bed since being with you.

“Get up and turn around.” You commanded as you stood right outside of your closet.

“What?” Wanda eyed you curiously. “Why?”

“I’m going to change.”

“I’ve seen you naked before,” Wanda deadpanned.

Yes, she certainly has, but the idea of her seeing you like that now made your stomach churn. Being vulnerable like that with her was a privilege you gave to her when you thought she was only being that intimate with you. Now, though, everything has changed. “I don’t care.” Your tone was harsh. “Get Up. Turn Around.”

Wanda stared you down for a moment. You just stared back with exasperation and Wanda realized you wouldn’t budge on this. With a loud and dramatic huff, she got up from where she sat herself on your bed and turned as you began to pull off your party clothes and slip into something more comfortable.

It didn’t sit right with Wanda that you had her turn around. It was one little crack in her hopeful plan to convince you. It was a sign that you were slipping from her and the thought of that sent anxiety creeping up her spine. She tried to tell herself it was just your way of punishing her for the scene you saw. Once you understood it would be okay, she told herself. It had to be okay.

“You can turn around now.” You said and immediately Wanda jumped at the opportunity to look at you again. She hoped that if you saw the sincerity in her eyes you’d be convinced faster that she wasn’t cheating on you, but when she saw you look at her with nothing but an aloof expression, she was worried it wouldn’t be so easy. Not only that, but she was already struggling to keep her composure with your stubborn attitude.

“Can we talk now?” Wanda was trying so hard to be gentle about this. She knew she had already lost her cool a few times tonight, especially with Natasha, and that wasn’t going to win her any points but she still really just needed you to hear what happened.

“Talk.” You muttered, standing in front of Wanda with your arms crossed, trying to appear as closed off from her as possible. Wanda felt that crack in her hopes and composure once more, but she shook it off for a second and took the opportunity you were giving her.

“Vision kissed me.” Wanda started. “I didn’t kiss him.”

You just rolled your eyes at that. One thing you knew for sure if you were to even consider believing Wanda was that you were going to need more explanation than that to make this all okay. Even then how stupid did Wanda take you for? Vision might have kissed her, but she wasn’t the one to pull back either.

“Mhm, and that still makes it okay how?”

“I didn’t kiss him!” Wanda exclaimed in frustration. “It wasn’t me who did that!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t stop him either did you?” Wanda’s patience wasn’t the only one’s who was running up. You already didn’t want to hear her excuses tonight and she was doing a horrible job at convincing you of tonight’s fiasco being about anything other than selfish actions by two people to hurt you.

“I was shocked,” Wanda sighed, knowing that she was sounding less convincing by the second, but still she wasn’t going to let this go. She wasn’t about to lose you. “He caught me off guard and it took me a minute to react. Didn’t you see me shove him away? Didn’t you see how angry I was?”

“Yeah, you only did that after you both realized I got there.” You scoffed.

“No,” Wanda shook her head adamantly. “No, I didn’t know you were there.”

“Sure.” You really weren’t buying any of this. Even if it was true that she wasn’t expecting the kiss, that she didn’t want it, there was something still nagging at you. “Why did you even leave me to go see him in the first place?”

“I just wanted a nice night,” Wanda offered. “He wanted to talk, so I agreed and thought after we could get on with our evening.”

“You left me alone for over thirty fucking minutes, Wanda!” All of these excuses Wanda was giving you felt like it was belittling the hurt you felt. You knew you hadn’t really let her talk long but you were already tired of hearing all of it. You were tired of this conversation and you were about done. “Why didn’t you even think to tell me it was him you were going to meet? Do you know how suspicious that looks?”

“I know, I know!” Wanda pleaded. “But there’s nothing going on between us. You have to believe me.”

“How?” You sneered. “How am I supposed to believe you? Obviously, there’s something going on. Otherwise he wouldn’t have kissed you.”

“(Y/N), there’s not and you know it. You’re just too angry to listen to reason.” Wanda took a step closer to you, trying her best to get through to you with as much patience as she could muster after this trying evening. “You just need to calm down and-”

“Don’t.” You seethed. “Don’t tell me what I need to do. What you need to do, Wanda, is leave. Now. I’m done talking for the night.” That was it, you had it for one evening. Wanda accusing your emotions of skewing your perspective may have been right but it wasn’t what you wanted to hear right now. You didn’t really want to hear anything, you didn’t even want to talk tonight but here you were. On your part, you thought you heard her out way more than she deserved for the night. Especially when you felt like you made it clear you didn’t have much interest in doing this tonight in the first place.

“I’m not leaving.” Wanda held her ground in front of you. You two just stayed there for a moment, staring. Your expression challenging her to back down, hers daring you to push her further. Your fists clenched and unclenched as you tried to figure out your next move and then it dawned on you. If she wasn’t going to leave you were. And since you were beyond hurt and angry, you knew you leaving her there alone to soak in the mess she made was perfect punishment for the pain she caused you.

Without a word you turned and started rushing around the room, gathering a few things you’d need for an overnight stay elsewhere. Wanda constantly questioned you as she watched you scurry around the room, but she didn’t stop you just yet. She had hope you’d stop and come to your senses before you got too far. All you did was dodge her questions and keep on moving. You hadn’t exactly figured out where you’d go for the night, but if she wasn’t going to leave you weren’t going to stay and you were pretty sure you’d figure out where to go once you actually got out away from Wanda. With clothes stuffed in your arms and your keys in hand, you thought the only good thing about this situation was the anger and shock had sobered you up very quickly. You had a few drinks at the party, but that isn't affecting you as much anymore. The one thing that might affect your driving was the threat of tears that might spill once you were completely alone. It was a risk worth taking, you told yourself, because one more moment next to Wanda and you were going to break down in front of her. That was still something you wanted to avoid.

You reached the door, your hands still full as you struggled to turn the knob and open it. In two quick strides Wanda was right behind you, her hand reaching in front of you to slam the door shut the minute you had it barely cracked. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” She hissed through clenched teeth. Obviously, you hadn’t come to your senses in time so she realized she had to step in and stop you before you did something reckless.

“If you’re not going to leave, then I guess I will.” You turned slowly, trying to glare Wanda down and not show any sort of reaction to the anger burning in her eyes.

“Where will you go then, huh? To Nat’s?” Wanda practically spit Natasha’s name out her mouth as she spoke. “What so Vision kisses me and now you’re going to go fuck your buddy?”

Your eyes widened in shock at that. “What are you even talking about, Wanda?” You had always known Wanda was a jealous person and she was definitely not subtle about her disdain for Natasha, but you didn’t actually think she’d accuse you of that. Then again, you also didn’t think she’d cheat on you with Vision, but here you two were. “There’s nothing between me and Nat, but you’d think that wouldn’t you? Paranoid about us? Makes sense, if you’re seeing Vision behind my back of course you’d be worried I’d be doing the same thing with someone else.”

“I told you,” Wanda said through gritted teeth. “Vision kissed me. I am not with him.”

“Why didn’t you pull back? Why were you in his arms? It didn’t look like that!” You asked again, daring her to give you a better answer. Actually no, you didn’t want to give her another opportunity for a shitty excuse, you just really wanted to leave. It was just hard to actually do that when Wanda still had a firm hand on the door, keeping it shut as she cornered you between her arms. “Well, Wanda, you can go be with Vision. I don’t care! I don’t care who you fuck and you don’t have any right to care if I go out and fuck Natasha.” Not like you would, but at this point you just wanted her to feel the hurt you were feeling. “I’m leaving.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” Wanda’s voice wasn’t a yell anymore. It was low, dangerous, and threatening. You did manage to hurt her, but even worse, you managed to make her absolutely rage too. Wanda’s hands left the door and quickly went to either side of your waist, her nails digging into your skin through your shirt as she not so gently pushed you against the door. “Do I need to remind you that you’re mine?”

Your jaw clenched, your anger has already obviously gotten the better of you, but now it’s gotten the better of Wanda too. She got angry, sure, but she was always careful around you. She had good control of it, at least usually. She knew that if she went off around you it could scare you, and that was the last thing she wanted. So she reined it in for you, but now you were threatening to go be with someone else? She couldn’t have that. All of this started because of Vision and Wanda silently made a promise to herself to take care of him at a later date, but right now she needed you to understand just how badly you fucked up now. And as you watched Wanda seeth in front of you, you were beginning to regret those words.

“Wanda, you don’t just get to own me and go fuck around with Vision.”

“For the last fucking time I am not!” Wanda’s words echoed throughout the room. Her eyes swirled with red magic and you knew that was a sign that Wanda was very quickly losing any ounce of control she had left. The red in her eyes burned like fire as she stared you down. You felt her fingers dig harder into your skin as she held you and you could tell she was trembling at this point too. She was beyond control now as she had you pinned to the door. “And I do own you,” Wanda hissed before pressing herself fully to you.

You grunted at the feeling of her pressing you impossibly close to the door. Your hands went up to her shoulders to shove at them, to try to get her to back off, but it was like she didn’t even notice. Which, that would make sense considering you knew Wanda was much stronger than you. Wanda leaned in so close to you that you felt her breath ghost your lips and in any other moment you would’ve been weak at the knees, but with the way the look in her eyes was completely unhinged, her close proximity only made you gulp.

“I have never,” she put as much emphasis on each word as she spoke, “been with Vision since I met you.” Wanda was speaking in a whisper now, but you didn’t miss the way her lips twitched in anger. You also didn’t miss the way you felt Wanda pin you more with her body than her hands and then you realized it was her way of being able to move them freely without the risk of you running.

One of her hands moved up until she was gripping your chin while the other started to snake down your body. With her hold on you, you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to, but that wasn’t your main concern. Your main concern was the feeling of Wanda popping the button of your pants open. “Wanda…” This time all the anger left your voice and the only emotion it had in it was fear. This wasn’t something you wanted to happen with Wanda. She was always loving and gentle with you. You weren’t used to this side of her. Wanda had talked to you about the darker sides of her, but you never imagined you would see it full force, but now here you were. And you were honestly a little bit to blame. You pushed her buttons, you wanted to hurt her and hurt her you did. It should’ve been obvious that Wanda’s response to hurt wouldn’t be the best.

“You’re mine, (Y/N),” Wanda whispered before turning your chin with her hand, letting your neck be exposed to her. “But don’t worry… I’m yours too.” WIth that you felt Wanda’s teeth sink into your neck and the hands that were once trying to push her away grabbed fist fulls of her shirt.

“Wanda!” You tried to sound firm but your voice quivered as you spoke, obviously affected by the way Wanda’s teeth dragged down your skin, even if you didn’t want to be right now. You knew, you should probably try harder, but it was also Wanda and her touch always broke your resolve. Except, you were still hurting and not sure how much you believed Wanda even if she said she was yours, even if she said she wasn’t with Vision. You wanted to believe her, which might be why you weren’t exactly trying that hard to protest her touch, but then you felt her hand begin to slip into your panties and you knew you had to shut it down.

“Wanda, I don’t want this,” your voice was quiet, but firm. And that’s all it took for Wanda to utterly freeze. You both were breathing hard for a moment, Wanda’s body still pinning you to the door as you both stood there. As much as Wanda wanted to prove her point, stake her claim on you, she would never do it against your will. She lost herself and suddenly her blood ran cold as she took in just how badly she lost control. The thought of you being with someone else, that made her blood boil, but you not wanting to be hers anymore? That made her terrified.

You were the bright light in her life that she was missing for so long. You were someone Wanda was waiting for and she never even knew it. She had tried with Vision, had tried to make things work, but try as she might there was always something missing. That is, until you smiled at her, your eyes filled with nothing but innocent admiration for her. It took just one smile from you and suddenly Wanda’s whole world lit up. The thought of not having that anymore was unfathomable to her. You were the source of her happiness, the air she breathed, all Wanda knew since the moment she met you was, well, you. She couldn’t lose you, but she’d be damned if she ever actually hurt you. And fuck she came so close…

Wanda’s hands immediately moved, but they didn’t let go of you. This time they found their way back to your waist and her head moved back to look you in the eye again. Immediately, you knew you got through to her, but you also knew she was two seconds from breaking too. “I was not with Vision.” Wanda said this more firmly. No more anger in her voice, but still it was filled with utter conviction. “I wasn’t. I’m sorry that I… That I almost- but I wasn’t. I was not with Vision.”

“Okay,” you nodded, swallowing hard. “Okay.”

“I’m yours, I couldn’t be anyone else’s.” In that moment you really believed her. After all the anger had passed you could finally see it. Just as you couldn’t have fathomed Wanda doing something like that before you saw what you saw, she couldn’t fathom doing something like that to you either. “I. Am. Yours.”

“I know,” You whispered, your hands finally relaxing on her shoulders. “I believe you.”

Wanda sighed for a moment, but you could tell she was still waiting for something. She still had a tight grip on you and she wasn’t going to be letting go any time soon, but you knew it was out of fear this time and not anger. There were words she wanted to hear, but she had already pushed too much, already made a huge mess of things. The way she almost took what you weren’t willing to give, she couldn’t overstep again or she knew it wouldn’t end well for the both of you, if there still was something between the both of you.

“I’m yours too.” Wanda’s eyes searched yours as you spoke. She wanted to make sure this wasn’t said out of fear, especially considering how she was acting just moments ago, she wouldn’t be surprised if you were lying to protect yourself. But you weren’t, she could see it in your eyes. You looked sad, yes, but you weren’t scared when you said those words. Wanda didn’t need to read your mind to know that, not that she ever would. She might have lost control, but she would never violate you like that or in any other way, despite how close she had come. She still stopped when you said no, she still resisted the urge to read your thoughts when you were pushing back so hard.

Wanda took a deep breath. “I can’t lose you,” she said, her voice quiet as she spoke. Her head pressed against yours, unable to look into your eyes as she tried to get out her one request. “Please, don’t go to Natasha’s tonight.”

“I won’t,” You whispered, your hand reaching up to cup her cheek. “I’ll stay, okay?”

Wanda didn’t say anything, you just felt her nod before her lips pressed gently against yours. This kiss was filled with emotion, filled with love and longing. You knew she was trying to show you she wouldn’t hurt you again in the kiss, but you also knew she was struggling to hold back her need to confirm you were really hers. Your hands moved and wove into her hair and you pulled her body closer to yours yet again. You were still trapped between Wanda and the door, but this time you didn’t mind. The hands that had already popped the buttons of your pants open were still at your waist, but as the kiss deepened you felt them begin to drift back to where they once were. Only this time, you were more than happy to let Wanda’s hands roam.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you,” Wanda whispered against your lips.

“It’s okay,” You said between kisses. “It’s okay.” Your grip on her hair was tighter as the kiss shared between you two grew more desperate. There was an unspoken understanding of what Wanda needed and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t need it too. She needed to prove to you that you belonged to hers, and you needed her to touch you in a way you knew was only reserved for you.

Wanda’s hands slid straight into your panties and with the way she was kissing you and even the way her teeth marked your neck before, you were already wet for her. When Wanda’s fingers brushed against your clit to collect your wetness, she immediately felt that surge of pride and possession she got from touching you. She knew only she could have this part of you, only she could make you feel this way and touch you in this way. That fact alone had Wanda eager to take all you’d give.

Wanda’s lips moved to your neck once again and when you felt her teeth drag along your skin you couldn’t stop the quiet whine that left your lips. You were driving Wanda crazy and she already had so much possessive energy she needed to pour into you, so she didn’t waste any time. Without much warning, you feel Wanda slide her fingers down between your folds before two of them dipedp into you.

Your hands clench impossibly tighter into her hair and she didn’t hesitate to start a steady rhythm. It doesn’t take long for moans to fall from your lips and Wanda thinks they are music to her ears. She’s drunk off your reactions and off the way you clench around her fingers when she hits the spot she knows you love. All of this feels so much more intense after the night you two had, after Wanda almost lost you and after you thought Wanda wasn’t yours. Now you both know, there’s no one who could take you two away from each other. Wanda was yours and by some miracle you were still hers. Not Natasha’s, not anyone’s, only Wanda’s.

The thought of that spurred Wanda’s movements more, pumping her fingers harder into you. Your hands left her hair to steady yourself on her shoulders, your nails digging into her skin. It was getting difficult for you to stand up straight, what with the way Wanda was pressing her hips into yours with every pump of her fingers and how your pants and panties had both somehow fallen down your legs enough to give Wanda more ease in fucking you.

If Wanda was drunk off your reactions, you were absolutely lost in her touch. The way her fingers felt inside you, the way her tongue felt on your skin. You didn’t even mind that in the morning your neck would be covered with visible marks, the sting of her teeth sinking into your neck too tantalizing to care about much else in the moment. You felt that tight pull in the pit of your stomach that indicated you were fast approaching the edge, but Wanda wasn’t quite done yet.

“I want to feel you cum around my cock,” Wanda growled against your neck, her fingers pulling out without warning.

You were already too lost in your own pleasure to really realize anything she was saying but the minute you lost contact your confusion overtook you. “Wanda what? What do you- Fuck!” Wanda didn’t waste any time, magicking her pants away and a strap between her legs. It took her two seconds to line it up with your entrance and replace her fingers with it.

The back of your head hit the door the moment you felt her sheath it inside you. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as she ground herself into you to get herself as deep as possible. And then she hoisted up one of your legs, hooking it over her waist so her cock could go ever deeper inside you. The whole time, her iron grip and unwavering strength held you steady as she just pressed herself into you, enjoying the feeling of reaching deeper than she ever had before, deeper than you think you’ve ever taken anyone before. Wanda did that for a moment, enjoying the way your walls squeezed her cock. But then it wasn’t enough and with a growl she pulled out and started fucking you with abandon. You two had tried using a strap-on before, but this was definitely a new one. Wanda couldn’t help the pride she felt at your ease in taking all of her despite the size and the aggression in the way she was pumping herself inside you.

You didn’t think she’s ever fucked you like this. No, you knew this was new. She was always gentle, always making sure her touch was controlled and loving. This wasn’t the same, her touch was more possessive than it ever had been, all consuming. You had hit a nerve, you had threatened to not be hers, and now she needed to prove to you that you belonged to her, heart, mind, and especially body.

The sounds of your hips hitting the door with each time Wanda pushed her own into yours sounded all throughout the room. With each moment Wanda pushed into you she let out a groan and you understood that her magic somehow allowed her to feel everything she was doing. Her nails dug into the thigh that was hooked to her waist and her other flew to your throat, pressing down just enough to drive you wild but not enough to bring fear.

You, for the most part, were just trying to take Wanda’s cock in the best way you could, moaning her name, chanting fuck when she began to speed up. It was all overwhelming in the best way and you knew Wanda could feel your thighs shake as she drew you closer to the edge.

“Fuck, you feel good.” Wanda grunted in your ear as she continued to pump her cock into you. “So fucking good. Fuck fuck!” Wanda’s pace became erratic and the hand that was pressed to your throat flexed as she avoided temptation to press down harder.

All you could do was moan as your hands grabbed at Wanda to keep yourself upright. You could tell by the force of Wanda’s hips pushing into yours that you’d have bruises, but you couldn’t begin to care with how good it felt to have Wanda’s cock buried in you.

“I’m going to cum,” Wanda groaned. “Fuck, I want to fill you with my cum.” Wanda’s cock slammed into you and you could tell by her trembling body that she was incredibly close. “I’m going to cum inside you.”

As Wanda kept fucking herself inside you came out of your haze just slightly to question what she meant. Curious if it was something said at the heat of the moment or something Wanda actually meant. “Wanda what do you mean- oh fuck.” And suddenly you got your answer. Wanda cried out and you felt hot spurts of Wanda’s cum fill you from the inside. As her faux cock still moved inside you, you felt her continue to fuck her cum deeper inside you and the sensation was too much for you to take, you yourself falling apart on her cock just seconds after.

Wanda slumped forward, her forehead pressed to yours as you both tried to catch your breath. You felt her cum drip down your thigh when Wanda finally let your leg fall from her waist, but you weren’t recovered enough to move from the door and clean yourself up yet.

“You’re mine,” Wanda whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Don’t ever forget that.”

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Number Neighbors Pt.24

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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You were more than Nat could have ever imagined. Her conversation with you had been on loop in her mind for the past few days. The sound of your laughter filled her with so much warmth it was overwhelming. The way you talked about her like she’d hung the moon in the sky made her want to cry. Nobody had ever talked about her like that.

And the way you looked at her God- your eyes. She had a scary feeling she would do anything you asked of her if you kept looking at her like that.

She’d wanted to tell you then and there who she was so she could confess how she felt. But the prospect was terrifying and when your friend called it felt like the moment had come and gone. When she’d finally regained the confidence to tell you, her eyes drifted to your shoulder and it got her thinking about what your life would be like if you were with her.

You would be in danger if anyone ever found out about you. She’d never let it happen, no one would ever get close enough to hurt you but- could you forgive her for what she would do to them if they tried? Would you be mad at her for not telling you who she was sooner? You called her incredible. Even with all the red in her ledger you looked at her like a saint. You and your words were magnetic.

It was scary how much she missed your presence now that she’d met you. Suddenly she understood why Clint was always so eager to fly home.

Walking to the kitchen, she pulls out her phone as soon as it buzzes, expecting it to be you. Instead she’s met with the Avengers group chat.

Idiots❤:

MetalHead(Tony):

As soon as I get back from this

press conference in Paris we’re having

a meeting

Old Ice Cube(Steve):

Again Stark?

Science Nerd(Bruce):

Is this about the new compound or

that Government thing?

MetalHead:

The government thingy

…

Actually both.

Spy-der (Nat):

Again? Tony, We’ve already talked about this…

Clinton:

You should drop it Stark.

I don’t want this to end in a fight.

Old Ice Cube:

Bucky and I are firmly against it.

Jacket Stealer(Wanda):

You already know what the

Government thinks of me.

MetalHead:

We’ll talk when I get back.

Toodles!

Nat rolls her eyes but can’t help the uneasy feeling about the situation. Tony needed to stop pushing such a big decision on everyone before her family gets broken apart…again.

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That party was one of the best decisions of your entire life. You’d gained three new friends and an unforgettable conversation with your hero. It was safe to say the entire week after the party you were in good spirits and nobody could make that stop. Your cheeks hurt from how much you’d been smiling as of late.

You can tell Nat’s been wanting to call you all week but if you’re honest you get too flustered everytime you even think of her voice. And you have a weird feeling that nags at the back of your mind everytime you think of it, like your brain is screaming at you but you don’t know why.

Not to mention you’re not prepared for another rejection of a meet-up. Calling is one thing but meeting in person is… even you don’t know if you’re ready for that. What if you weren’t what she imagined? What if she didn’t feel the same way you did? What if she sees you waiting for her and turns around and blocks your number and you’ll never know why?

You’d been on a sort of high after meeting Natasha Romanoff and you’re scared of ruining it. Although you’re sure Nat would never intentionally hurt you. Your own fears are stronger than your desires so you stick to texting her and Nat seems to be respecting that.

Today though, you think you might have gained the courage to finally accept her call if she asks. You'll just have to avoid the topic of meeting to spare any awkwardness or aching in your heart. Plopping down on your couch and opening up your phone, you resume your active conversation with Nat with a confident smile.

Nat🔪:

Y/n🍦:

I smacked directly into the pole Nat!

It was so embarrassing!

Nat🔪:

I hope you know I’m laughing

Y/n🍦:

I wouldn’t expect anything less.

Nat🔪:

It’s New York Y/n, I promise no one

cares that much

Y/n🍦:

Tell that to the group of teenagers

Filming across the street

Nat🔪:

Wait one second-

Y/n🍦:

What are you doing?

Nat🔪:

I’m trying to find that video

Y/n🍦:

Don’t you fucking dare!

I’ll strangle you through the screen!

Nat🔪:

Or you could just strangle me in real life?

You nearly choke. Your body split between blushing because of the implication and freaking out at the proposition.

Y/n🍦:

Haha. very funny

Nat🔪:

Y/n.

Let’s meet.

Your heart leaps to your throat and you choke on it. At least that’s what it feels like. She wanted to meet you. You get up from your couch and pour yourself a glass of water, taking note of the way your hand shakes as you drink. Why wasn’t this cooling the heat that felt like it was suffocating you? Surely your mind was playing tricks on you, she was seriously offering to meet?

Y/n🍦:

Wait wait-

Don’t get my hopes up.

Are you joking?

Nat🔪:

I wouldn’t dream of it

Y/n🍦:

If this is a trick I’ll cry

Nat🔪:

I’d never forgive myself if

I was the cause of your tears

After all this time you’d practically lost all hope that you’d ever meet Nat in person, the last thing you expected was for her to be the one to suggest it. You almost want to laugh. Leave it to Nat to constantly subvert your expectations. You wondered what changed her mind.

Y/n🍦:

Okay.

Nat🔪:

Okay?

Y/n🍦:

Yes. Let’s do it.

When are you free?

Nat🔪:

I have a meeting on Thursday so

Friday?

Does that work for you?

Y/n🍦:

Friday, yep, yes I am free.

You leave out the fact that you would cancel all plans and call out sick to work if you had to.

Nat🔪:

That cute Plant Cafe on 6th at 4pm work for you?

You had no idea what cafe she was talking about but you would figure it out. If you were laying in bed yo figured you’d be kicking your feet and giggling like a schoolgirl.

Y/n🍦:

Sounds Perfect.

This was really happening. You were going to meet.

~~~~~

The two of you text throughout the rest of the week like normal but there’s something different about it. The energy is charged with something, something that fills your stomach with a dizzying heat. You were going to meet Nat. You have to scroll up and reread the messages every few hours just to make sure you aren’t hallucinating.

Even your coworker seems to have noticed the shift in your mood and she asked if it was because of your girlfriend you just grinned even wider and shook your head. You couldn’t hide your blushing however, and at lunch, you were forced to admit that you might have a ‘sort of date’ to which your friend squealed and invited herself over to help you plan an outfit.

It was Wednesday now which meant you were two days away from meeting Nat and you were bursting with anticipation. Your friend laughs at your antics as she pours you a glass of wine which you gladly accept. The two of you sat down on your couch, a cheesy romcom playing in the background as you chatted about what’s been happening in your lives these past few months.

You’re enjoying getting to know her and exchanging embarrassing stories when she stops to observe you, a genuine smile on her face

“What?” You ask, you’ve not known her long but she already looks at you like you’ve known each other for years.

She shakes her head “I’m just happy for you Y/n.” When you don’t speak she continues “ You’re the happiest I've ever seen you lately. At first, I thought it had something to do with that boy that picked you up sometimes but now I see it’s something else”

You blush, you didn’t know you’d been so transparent before about how mundane your life would feel but apparently you’d been detached enough for people to notice. For a while, you’d forgotten that life didn’t have to be perfect to be happy. You didn’t have to be doing big successful things to say that you were living a meaningful life. Your life was meaningful from the moment you were born. You don’t know why it took so long and so many people helping you to finally realize it but you were glad you were finally here. And you were grateful.

Grateful for your mother for never being disappointed in you, your therapist for not giving up on you, Nat for making you want to try new things, Leon for helping you go to more places, and now grateful to your coworker turned best friend for helping you meet new people (and your hero).

Now thanks to everyone you’ve met you could be grateful for yourself. God you did NoT need to cry right now but your face was already getting warm with emotion.

“I have been happy. I’ve been so happy it’s crazy. I didn’t know if I was ever going to get myself back out there after-” You hiccup and your friend rubs your shoulder reassuringly, nodding in understanding.

“I know I haven’t known you long but I’m proud of you, Y/n” Her words make the tears you were trying so hard to hold back burst out and she quickly pulls you into a hug, caressing your back. The two of you stay that way for a while, a million things being said in the silence. After a while you pull back and wipe your eyes, a wet laugh escaping.

“Alright alright, enough of this. Let’s go pick my outfit for my date.” Your friend laughs with you and clinks her wine glass against yours, following you to your bedroom closet.

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Thursday rolls around and you’re torn between excitement and nerves. Your stomach rolls every time you think about tomorrow and every time the clock ticks by another hour. Your friend had helped you pick a cute but casual outfit and gave you a pep talk about how hot you were and how lucky Nat was to get to meet you.

The thought of her has you texting her early that morning, eager to see if she’s as nervous as you.

Nat🔪:

Y/n🍦:

Good luck with your meeting!

She doesn’t respond immediately and you figure she’s already in her meeting so you go about your morning getting ready for work and texting your mother to reassure her that you were, in fact, still alive since she checked in yesterday.

You make quick work of a small breakfast and you’re out of the door and on the subway before you know it. When there’s still no message from Nat you scroll idly through Instagram until you arrive at your stop.

Work is as it always is, it’s made a little less hard these days because of your friends' presence but before you know it your lunch break is rolling around, and when you open your phone between bites of food your brows furrow in confusion. Your little message bubble is still the last thing on the screen but right underneath it are four little gray letters ‘seen’.

If it were anyone else you wouldn’t have been worried, but Nat hadn’t left you on seen for months since the two of you became closer. And considering how important tomorrow was for you it put you more than a little on edge.

You try to shake your head, maybe you were being irrational? She could be busy or just left her phone open somewhere. Not everything is as big of a deal as you make it out to be but… there’s anxiety forming in the pit of your stomach.

Your phone alarm goes off signaling the end of your lunch break and you go back to work with a new unease in your gut. You’d wait until the end of the day to really start worrying. Nat would bail on you, would she? Both of you wanted this…right? Have you been reading things wrong?

Your coworker notices your discomfort and asks if you're okay but you just shake your head with a smile. It could be nothing.

It was probably nothing.

Please let it be nothing.

~~~~~

When you finally make it home after a long anxiety-filled day your heart leaps in hopeful anticipation when you see Nat’s name pop up on your home screen, only for it to sink to the bottom of your stomach when you read her only message

Nat🔪:

I’m sorry.

Pt.25

A/n: Pls don’t hate me- I promise this hurt me to write as much as it hurt you to read ~Starry

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frostironfudge · 1 year

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Hey girl, do you still do requests?

If so can you do something like those tiktok filters where you choose your soulmate but it's avengers choosing between each other who they'd want and reader cooses bucky all the time making the rest of them confused and later bucky pulls her into his lap when there is no place to sit and she tells him why she wants him and its all sweet reasons and at the end she says "the arm though..." you can end it here or add something else!😊😊

I'd Choose You - Bucky Barnes

Summary: based on the above prompt, i've sort of altered the filter used i hope thats okay

Warnings: none, pure fluff, some mutual pining, non canon compliant, the avengers are a big happy family.

Pairings: Bucky x Fem!Reader

An: i hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry it took this long!

Main Masterlist

You were hearing the same song playing from the living area over and over. The stirring of your pasta wasn't this repetitive. Turning the stove off you find Natasha and Wanda sprawled across the couch and watching videos via the projector.

You tilt your head watching the woman on the screen tilt her head side to side, picking between the avengers, in the end she lands on the picture of Wanda. She then goes on to explain her reason for picking Wanda, stating her perseverance and strength inspires her. Her friends come in on screen and they all giggle when she admits of the crush she has on her as well.

The screen moves upward another video with a man loads, he keeps on choosing, Tony Stark rolling his eyes at the other presented choices. His reasoning is the facial hair. You join Nat and Wanda's laughter.

"Is this the latest trend?" You ask as the next video loads. Natasha nods in response to your question.

"There are so many picking you as well." She assures scrolling upwards on the tablet till the old video she saw loads. You watch as your picture is paired against Steve's his picture disappears as yours is picked. It continues as you're picked over everyone else.

"What's all this?" Steve, Sam and Bucky walk into the living area. Their gazes fixed on the screen.

"It's a trend, picking their soulmate from amongst the avengers. Or picking the avenger they adore the most." Wanda explains, its silent again as the familiar song replays on the next video.

Sam does a hoot as he's picked in this video. Steve chuckles, you look at Bucky, he remains stoic. Then his eyes meet yours, a smile breaks out across his face drawing your own smile forth.

"You know what would be a great idea?" Sam pipes up.

Bucky looks at him then back at you, a silent conversation takes place. one in which he's telling you; 'Bird brain has an idea.' you shake your head at him. He knows you're chastising his little unsaid comment.

"What?" Nat turns to Sam.

"We should do this amongst us." He shrugs nonchalantly.

"I don't think that is a good idea. It could hurt sentiments." Steve reasons, Tony clicks his tongue. Entering with his coffee mug.

"Oh come on Cap, no one will say anything if you pick me." Tony teases Steve. The blonde's cheeks tinge red.

"Tony." He rolls his eyes.

"Go on Nat, lets see what Tweety Bird has in store for us." Tony raises his mug towards Sam.

"I'm not Tweety if anything I'm," Sam struggles to find a better bird character but flounders.

"Chuck?" Bucky offers.

"I'm not an angry bird." Sam glares at him.

"Getting angry there birdy." You giggle, Bucky laughs as Sam grumbles grabbing the tablet and setting it up to record,

"Just for that ya'll aren't getting picked." He warns before sifting through and picking Natasha, Steve give a little hey of protest when he is cut off first.

Tony points at you after most of them are done, some how Clint, Bruce, Vision, and even Peter were roped into the trend. You look at Bucky as you walk towards the set up.

Bucky bites his lip, he wants to be hopeful. This seemed to be the easiest way to confess his feelings for you. if you didn't reciprocate he could always say it is a platonic choice.

He watches as does everyone, right off the bat you're asked to pick between Steve and him. He exhales when you pick him.

Over and over you pick him, the choice is as easy as breathing for you. The picture of Bucky was from his first day reinstated and on a press release after a mission. You keep looking at it with a soft smile. Tilting your head to keep picking him.

At the end his picture moves from the side to the top of your head, you begin to move,

"Wait, you have to say why." Wanda reminds, a knowing smile on her face.

"Well, um, he's warm and fuzzy when we cuddle during movies," You look back at Bucky, "he's brilliant, a good listener, makes really good pancakes even if he burns the first three always." you laugh and Bucky's grin only widens.

"What else, Doll?" He walks over to you.

"Your eyes, always find my way to them."

"They do seek you out in every room." He cups your cheek.

"And this arm though." Your skin heats, Bucky smirks.

"What about it?" He questions, eager to know.

"Strong yet gentle." You breathe.

"I'd choose you." Bucky admits, his blue eyes convey something deeper. Something your had been waiting to be reciprocated.

"Oh Bucky." Your palm covers his own, held against your cheek.

Another silent conversation takes place, feelings affirmed.

His lips find yours, the softest of kisses shared, the rest of your family cheers.

"Finally." Sam adds.

-x-x-x-

Permanent Bucky Tag: @slutforsexyseabass

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infinitystoner · 1 year

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Lay All Your Love On Me

Read on AO3 | LOKI MASTERLIST Summary: You and Loki seek out some much-needed alone time whilst celebrating Tony and Pepper’s upcoming nuptials. (Or, the gang goes to Mexico.) Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word count: 6.4k Content/Warnings: Alcohol, Smut, Established Relationship, (Accidental) Edging, Thigh Riding, Delayed Orgasm, Public Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, P-in-V, Semi-Public Sex, Second Person POV Rating: Explicit; 18+ (minors DNI)

Author's note: Here it is, folks. My first tumblr one-shot.

“Tony wasn’t kidding when he said Pepper runs a tight ship,” mused Natasha as she leaned back against the bar. “We’ve been here for two days. I can’t believe this is the first chance we’ve gotten to actually relax.”

Bruce opened his mouth to respond, but Natasha held up her hand, effectively cutting him off.

“Mandatory meditation is not my idea of relaxation.”

You’d all been a bit disgruntled when you realized Pepper’s bachelorette party was going to be more ‘stringent wellness retreat’ than ‘indulgent tropical getaway.’ And when Tony offered you three extra days in paradise, he conveniently forgot to mention Pepper’s idea of a good time. Jane seemed to be enjoying everything, at least.

And Bruce? Well, he just wanted a few days of peace and quiet at the beach.

Instead, your little group had engaged in a rigid itinerary of sunrise yoga, visualization exercises, nature hikes, and guided meditations.

“Oh, come on. It hasn’t been that bad,” you replied unconvincingly, climbing onto a stool and placing your empty glass on the bar. You let out a sigh as you fidgeted with the strap of your bikini top. “But, honestly? I can’t wait ‘til the guys get here.”

“Hey now, wait just a minute. Am I not fun enough for you?” Bruce asked as he refilled your drink.

“Relax, big guy. No one is questioning your… capabilities,” crooned Nat, giving him a wink. Her gaze then returned to you, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“And don’t you mean you can’t wait ‘til your god gets here?” she mused, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah! Don’t pretend like you’re not having Asgardian dick withdrawals,” Wanda called from the adjoining cabana.

They’re not wrong, you thought, as a sinful image of an utterly spent Loki infiltrated your brain.

“Oh, come on. I don’t want to hear this,” Bruce muttered as his cheeks flushed.

“Ignore them,” you whispered, rolling your eyes as you hopped off the barstool. “They’re just jealous!” you added loudly enough for everyone to hear.

“Hardly,” scoffed Wanda.

“Jealous of Loki, maybe,” Nat shot back, slapping your ass as you passed in front of her.

You spun on your heels, looking her up and down. “Is that an offer, Romanoff?”

“You’re ridiculous,” she snickered, waving you off. “Go on, little vixen. You better rest up before Loki gets here.”

The sun was slowly setting on the horizon, casting a hazy orange glow over the villa’s patio. You paused to inhale the crisp ocean air before settling into the cabana’s daybed next to Wanda. Your mind, unsurprisingly, wandered back to Loki. Just the playful mention of him had you yearning for your god.

A giddy sensation washed over you as you shifted against the chair, attempting to quell the arousal pooling between your thighs. You crossed your ankles, glancing down as you did so. The bruises Loki’s fingertips pressed into your hips were a memory now, and the markings his sinful mouth left along your inner thighs the last time you were together had all but faded away.

It had been twelve days since you last saw him. Touched him. Tasted him. Ravished him. Twelve excruciating days – the longest you’d been apart since the start of your relationship.

He and Thor had only just returned from Vanaheim when they’d been summoned to some remote part of Greenland on a mission. And you’d already left for Mexico by the time they returned to the compound. Unfortunately, neither Odinson saw the need for “Midgardian tech” such as smartphones, so you’d only spoken with Loki through official comms channels. Which certainly didn’t allow for discussion of personal matters. Like how badly you missed him. And how you thought of him each night and every morning. How you longed to feel the spark of otherworldly power that surged through your body when his skin touched yours. Or how you needed his nimble fingers and warm tongue to make you come. How you craved the euphoric pleasure only he could draw from your body. And how you ached to feel the weight of his heavy, godly cock on your—

“Hello!?” Wanda wriggled her fingers in front of your face, the sound of her rings clinking together snapping you out of your salacious daydream. “Did you even hear what I said?”

“Sorry. What?” you blinked up at her as she rolled her eyes.

“Steve just texted. They’re 10 minutes out.”

You heard blaring rock music as you walked the stone path to the front of the villa, finally spotting the source: two top-down Jeeps ceremoniously circling the roundabout. Tony stood in the passenger seat of the one nearest you, arms outstretched and a smug grin on his face.

“The party has arrived!”

“Tony Stark. Genius. Billionaire. Diva extraordinaire,” mocked Natasha, nudging you with her shoulder.

You snorted. “And he calls Loki dramatic–”

At that very moment, you spotted him in the backseat of Tony’s Jeep, cramped between Thor and a pile of luggage. Loki’s back was to you as you approached, but you could tell by his exaggerated gestures that he was undoubtedly bickering with his brother about something.

“Move over, you oaf!” he strained, pulling against the seat belt covering his waist, the end of which was pinned under Thor’s thigh.

You leaned against the Jeep, draping your arms across the open window.

“Having some trouble there, Mischief?” you teased, biting back your amusement. Loki snapped his head back, the scowl on his face disappearing as soon as his eyes met yours. His lips curled into an impish grin as he flicked his wrist, evaporating the belt in a glimmer of emerald light.

You took a step back as he gracefully exited the vehicle, throwing your arms around his neck as soon as his feet made contact with the pavement.

“Norns, I have missed you, woman,” he growled, nipping at your ear. A few of his windswept curls tickled your cheek as he kissed along your jawline, making you giggle.

“And you have no idea how much I’ve missed you, Loki,” you responded, running your hand along his torso as he hiked his bag over his shoulder. You bit your lip to avoid gawking at the way his t-shirt strained against his muscled chest.

“Oh, I think I have some idea, little one,” Loki whispered, his breath fanning across the shell of your ear and sending a frantic, tingling sensation across your skin.

“Jeez. Get a room, why don’t ya,” Bruce mumbled as he walked by your little reunion.

“That’s exactly what I had in mind.” Loki wrapped his arm around your waist, his agile fingers wandering along the waistband of your shorts, his eyes alight with mischief. “Lead the way, love?”

There was no need to ask twice. You could barely contain your giddiness as you tugged Loki along the trail leading to the private entrance of your suite.

“Hey, hey! Not so fast, you two,” Tony called out. “Everyone! Can I have your attention? Pep just informed me that she and Jane have prepared a delicious meal for us. For all of us.” He cast you and Loki a knowing look. “So, go on, get settled in, and we’ll gather for dinner out on the veranda in fifteen.”

You and Loki quickly made the trek to your room, stumbling through the door in a tangled mess of groping limbs and desperate kisses.

“I hope you’ve gotten your fill of paradise, love, because you and I will not be leaving this room until I’ve thoroughly ravaged you,” Loki said breathlessly, finally breaking your kiss. Your heart caught in your throat at the site of his wicked tongue darting out to wet his lips as he pushed the beach coverup off your shoulders.

“And I can assure you, it’s going to take a lot longer than 15 minutes,” he added before kissing along your collarbones, lightly nipping at the skin with his teeth.

Your cunt throbbed at the idea of being fucked absolutely senseless for the remainder of the trip, and you shuffled as wetness gathered in your bikini bottoms. You couldn’t contain the nervous giggle that escaped your lips as you ran your hands up the plane of Loki’s firm torso, attempting to steady yourself in the presence of the seductive demi-god.

“Oh, is something funny, love?” Loki growled as he stepped back, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. Your giggling subsided and your breath hitched as you took in his lithe figure, your eyes trailing down his pale chest and along the distinct lines of his abdomen.

“N-no,” you stammered, instinctively taking a step back as he stalked toward you. He was the predator, and you his prey.

“I didn’t think so,” Loki wryly replied, snatching you by the wrist and pulling you close. Your skin ignited under his touch, arousal searing through every vein and settling in your soaked core. In one swift movement, he spun you around and tossed you onto the bed, your body bouncing softly on the mattress. You yelped as Loki’s large hands wrapped around your thighs, pushing them apart as he settled between your legs.

“My love, I’ve been a wreck without you,” he murmured against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses along your stomach.

“You’ve no idea how much I’ve longed for you. Craved you. Your touch, your body, your magnificent little cunt.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them over your hips and down your legs. You mewled shamelessly as his hand trailed over your bikini bottoms before dipping inside.

“Fuck. Yes, Loki,” you gasped as his practiced fingers easily found your throbbing clit; it didn’t take long before his slow, methodical movements had you teetering on the verge of madness. You whimpered, groping his backside and jerking your hips upward as you chased the friction sparking between your bodies.

“...and those delicious sounds you make. You’re all I’ve been able to think about these past weeks.” Loki placed his hand along your neck, his thumb lightly pressing against the hollow of your throat as his smoldering gaze trailed down to your lips. A soft smile crossed his face as he looked at you with half-lidded eyes filled with adoring devotion. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss.

You moaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped past your lips, deepening the kiss. You wanted — needed him so badly. Your hands slid down between your bodies, hastily unzipping his jeans and pushing them over the firm curve of his ass.

“Gods, yes,” he groaned as he grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin of your neck. Loki sucked a bruise into your flesh as he rolled his hips into yours, the drag of his erection against your aching clit causing every fiber of your being to unravel.

“Not again,” a deep voice reverberated through the room, abruptly pulling you from the haze of passion encompassing you. Frozen, you stared up at Loki wide-eyed. He exhaled, a look of pure aggravation on his face as he peered over his shoulder to face the intruder: Thor.

“By all the gods, Thor…” Loki snarled as he effortlessly pushed himself off the bed, drawing the duvet over your body as he did so.

“I swear, I didn’t see anything.”

The usually imposing Asgardian leaned his large form against the doorframe, his eyes squeezed shut and a sheepish grin on his face. He barked out a hearty laugh as he held up his hands in mock surrender. “Except Loki’s arse!”

“Do you have a death wish today, brother?” Loki hissed, tugging his jeans back over his bum.

If Loki didn’t vanquish his brother for his ill-timed intrusion, then you would. You’d never held an ounce of disdain for the God of Thunder, but nullifying your claim on such a divine ass was reason enough to smite him where he stood.

“The hell, Thor. You could’ve at least knocked,” you offered as you scooted off the edge of the bed. Loki glanced back at you, his eyes softening for a moment when he realized you had managed to compose yourself.

“I did knock. Several times, actually. I would like to think I’ve learned my lesson when it comes to you two.”

Loki’s brows furrowed in confusion before a look of realization spread across his face.

“Oh shit. I must’ve gotten carried away when casting the silencing charm,” he murmured, giving you an apologetic glance.

“While also neglecting to secure the door?” you teased, a part of you delighting in the fact that the carnal need to claim you had affected the usually calm and calculating God of Mischief in such a way.

“What can I say, darling. You are quite the distraction.”

“Ahem,” Thor cleared his throat, interrupting your dalliance and once again claiming stake to his irrefutable third-wheel status.

Christ. The elder god was surely hellbent on extinguishing any lingering flames of unsated desire between you and his brother. Defeated, you began to rummage through your luggage for something to wear.

“I truly did not think anyone was inside,” he said regretfully.

“And why, pray tell, are you even here?” Loki asked, grabbing his t-shirt off the floor.

“There aren’t enough rooms,” Thor explained with a deep sigh. You heard him mumble something about doubling up as you pulled a sundress over your head.

“As you can see, this room is already at double occupancy, brother. Now, if you’ll excuse us—” Loki began as he futilely attempted to usher his brother back outside.

“Wait a minute, Loki,” you interrupted, curiosity getting the better of you. “Thor, why aren’t you staying with Jane?”

“Oh. Um. About that. We are, what I believe you call, ‘off again,’” he replied, making air quotes with his fingers.

Loki scoffed, throwing his hands up in disbelief. “Perfect timing, as usual, Thor. Honestly.”

“Jane dumped you?” It wasn’t exactly the most surprising news.

“No. No.” Thor chuckled nervously. “It was a… a mutual parting. But not mutual enough that I am comfortable staying in her room.”

You hummed, daring to glance at Loki as an idea formed in your mind.

“Don’t,” he mouthed, but it was too late.

“Of course you can stay with us,” you blurted out, noting the sense of relief on Thor’s face and ignoring the disbelief on Loki’s. “I think Pepper said that’s a sleeper sofa,” you pointed to the sitting area beyond the bedroom. “So there’s plenty of room.”

After your sudden act of compassion, you could practically feel the frustration rolling off Loki in waves.

“Why would you–” he paused, a frown marring his perfect face as his eyes searched yours.

“It’s going to be okay, Loki,” you said in what you hoped was a convincing tone, even as you silently cursed your own benevolence. As annoying as Thor could be, you still had a soft spot for him.

“I don’t see how being denied pleasure is ever okay,” Loki scoffed, setting his jaw in obvious offense.

“You are not being denied anything, Loki,” you laughed. As you turned back around, he grabbed your wrists, tugging you toward him as he sat down on the bed. You glimpsed over your shoulder at Thor, who was still preoccupied with setting up the sofa bed.

Loki’s hands found your waist, his thumbs rubbing small circles against your hip bones as you returned your attention to him.

“I disagree, pet.”

He’s so dramatic, you thought, standing between his sprawled legs and running your hands along his strong, muscular thighs. His breath hitched as your palms reached the crease of his hips, and when your fingertips brushed against his straining erection, you heard a low rumbling in his throat. A shiver of fervid longing coursed through you as your heart beat wildly against your ribcage. You knew you’d give him whatever he wanted. And you needed him to know that right now.

“I promise you, my king. You will not be denied. Anything.”

Your breath fanned against the shell of his ear before you roughly pulled his earlobe between your teeth. Loki tightened his grip on your hips as you continued your exploration down his neck. A surge of power washed over you when you heard the faintest whimper escape his lips as you flicked your tongue over his pulse point. You were the one in control now.

“Darling, you know I live to serve only you, but—” he rasped, his tone inflecting a hint of warning. A futile attempt to regain the upper hand.

“So you’ll be patient then, yes?” you asked with a coy grin, leaning back to look him in the eyes. You knew you were playing with fire, but sometimes he made it too easy.

Loki’s jaw clenched, a muscle below his chiseled cheekbone flexing in irritation. He exhaled through his nose, his eyes flickering with a primal hunger as his gaze bore into you.

Oh, no.

“But this is going too far,” he murmured through gritted teeth as he stood, the low timbre of his voice sending a thrill down your spine.

“Loki, I-”

“I’m famished. To the feast!” Thor interrupted, casually tossing his arms around your and Loki’s shoulders as he ushered you out the door.

Dinner was an uneventful affair, all things considered. You went back to your room with Thor and Nat in tow, a situation which caused Loki to grow more peeved with each passing minute.

“Why can’t Romanoff adorn her own face? In her own room?” he asked pointedly, following you and Natasha into the en suite.

“Because I am doing it for her,” you said matter-of-factly, avoiding eye contact with the tenacious god.

“But, darling, I convinced Thor to… go elsewhere,” Loki murmured, catching your gaze in the mirror. You quickly looked away, knowing you would give in if you allowed yourself to lose focus.

“Wow,” mouthed Nat, raising her brows in amusement as Loki paced behind you, determined to draw your attention back to him.

“I could— ” he began, tilting his head as a ripple of seidr washed over him, conjuring a new outfit. He stepped back with a flourish, spinning around to give you a better view. And damn, what a view it was. His wild beach curls were now slicked back, and a black knit polo hugged his torso and biceps. His long, muscular legs strained against perfectly tailored trousers as he shifted on his feet (which, of course, now donned his favorite Gucci loafers).

“—quite easily conjure party attire for you. Both.” He smirked as he noticed you lustfully gawking at him.

Absolutely devastating, you thought. Who gave him the right to look so damn good?

It took every last drop of your self-control not to punt Nat out the door like a football and climb him like a goddamn tree. Your face burned under his intense gaze, the obvious desire swirling in his stormy green eyes sending a jolt of arousal through you and causing your cunt to clench in anticipation.

“We appreciate the offer, Loki. Truly,” Natasha mockingly responded as she shooed him out the door. “But we’re gonna go about this the old-fashioned way, okay, lyubovnik?”

Loki huffed and opened his mouth to respond, but she promptly slammed the door in his face.

Shit.

“Well, c’mon,” she said nonchalantly, sitting back down at the vanity and rummaging through her makeup bag. “Time for you to work your magic.”

You and Nat took your time getting ready, and the festivities were well underway once you arrived at the party. Tony, Pepper, and some other members of the team were dancing on the veranda. Bruce waved at you from the bar, excitedly pointing to the platform by the pool, where one of Tony’s iron suits was currently DJing.

You scanned the crowd for Loki, finally spotting him on the far side of the bar: His impressive form leaned back against the cushions of a patio sofa, legs sluttishly splayed wide, clenched fists resting on his thighs. Heat burned your cheeks as you imagined yourself on your knees between his legs, worshipping your god in the ways you knew best. Drawing those sweet, rapturous sounds from his throat as you gagged around him–

Fuck. You were going to combust if you didn’t have Loki soon. As you hurriedly made your way over to him, a strong arm tugged you in the opposite direction and onto the makeshift dance floor.

“Little friend, let us dance!” Thor bellowed, taking you by the hand and spinning you haphazardly into his chest. You could feel Loki’s stare boring through you, but one dance couldn’t hurt, right?

Several dances (and drinks) later, you finally joined Loki on the patio. You were perched in his lap, unable to resist the temptation of his tantalizing thighs. The way the fabric clung to the solid expanse of muscles was enough to drive you mad. As if they're begging to be liberated from those trousers, you thought. Good thing you were more than happy to provide some relief.

“You’re playing a dangerous game tonight, pet,” he murmured, lowering his voice so only you could hear him. He shifted beneath you, causing the fabric of your halter mini dress to ride up your legs.

“Hmm?” you responded absent-mindedly, taking a shot of tequila as his fingertips brushed along the top of your exposed thigh.

“Teasing me. Denying me,” Loki retorted, tightening his grip on your hips. “And worst of all, dancing with my brother.”

“Me dancing with Thor has never bothered you before, Loki,” you responded, purposefully ignoring the first part of his accusation. If he was going to keep playing games, so were you.

Loki hummed. “Well, I’ve never seen the two of you dance quite like that.”

“It’s a party. What would you rather have me do?” you mused, twisting a lock of his hair around your finger. You were enjoying this.

“Dance with me.”

The heated look he gave you in response was absolutely ravenous. The slow spread of a mischievous grin across his face, the suggestive slant of his eyebrows, the wanton glint in his eyes. All of it was familiar to you, and yet your entire body ignited as if he was looking at you – claiming you – for the first time. You inhaled sharply as he ran the tip of his cool nose along the column of your neck.

“Or, if you’re not interested, perhaps I can convince the Black Widow…” he teased, interrupting your thoughts.

“You’ll have to peel her off of Banner first.” You tipped your chin toward the bar, where Nat had cornered a clearly flustered Bruce.

You ran your hand around the nape of his neck and dug your nails into the base of his scalp. As your other hand roamed along his inner thigh, you let your index finger graze over the bulge at the apex of his thighs.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me after all.”

Loki exhaled, his long eyelashes fluttering against his sharp cheekbones. You delighted in the way his leg twitched as his fingers dug into your hips, so you pressed your palm against his hardening cock, determined to fluster him with your touch.

“Heh.” Loki quickly stood, pushing you off his lap but keeping his hands around your waist, nodding to Vision and Wanda, who had joined you on the sofa. “If you’ll excuse us...”

“Why do you insist on teasing me so?” Loki growled, pulling your backside flush against him, the stiffening evidence of his arousal firm against your ass. He leaned his head down, nipping at your earlobe. “You just can’t control yourself, can you?”

“I thought you liked to be teased, Loki,” you taunted, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, gently tugging the hair at the nape of his neck.

“It’s cute. When you act all controlling like this,” Loki replied, grinding his hips into yours as you began to fall into a rhythm. “When we both know I’ll be the one having my way with you, again and again, before this night is over.”

Yes. His words sent a thrill through you, and your skin ignited as the need to have him absolutely destroy you took over your every thought.

“You’re so gorgeous when you blush for me, sweet girl.” Loki cupped your face, his thumbs stroking your flushed cheeks before capturing your lips in a fervent kiss. His tongue languidly glided between your parted lips as he kissed you. You responded with equal enthusiasm, letting all your love for him melt into the kiss.

“Norns, woman,” Loki sighed, finally breaking away. He ran the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip as he slowly rolled his hips into you.

All inhibition left your body as the music thumped louder, your heart rate increasing with the beat. Leaning back, you raised your arms over your head as your hips continued to rock in rhythm. Everything else ceased to exist. There was only you and Loki, moving together as one.

Goosebumps trailed from the swell of your breast down to the curve of your hip, igniting under Loki’s fingertips as they deftly roamed the left side of your body.

Had his touch always been this electric? This sensual? This powerful? You gasped, his soft curls tickling your collarbones as he bent down to pepper open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, slowly making his way down between the valley of your breasts. He moaned against your exposed skin, his warm breath teasing your nipple beneath the thin fabric of your dress. The pure eroticism of the moment had you thrumming with anticipation. You hummed, relishing the feeling of his lips exploring your body.

“If you two don’t cool it down, Cap over there is gonna blow a gasket,” interrupted Tony, nodding toward the bar.

Loki huffed, pulling away from you. “Stark, I really don’t–”

“Tequila? No? All right.” Tony waved a glass in your face before downing the drink. “You. Guys. Behave. Okay?” he added, repeatedly poking a finger into Loki’s chest as each word left his lips. Loki glowered, clenching his fists as Tony dramatically sashayed away.

“Relax, Loki. He’s drunk. It’s fine,” you said, placing your hand on his cheek as you pressed your body against his. You weren’t about to let another one of Earth’s mightiest heroes disturb your evening, even if it was his bachelor party. “Forget about them. Just focus on this,” you continued, intertwining your fingers with his. “On us. On me.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed for a moment before a playful grin tugged at his lips. He couldn’t – wouldn’t – deny you. “As you wish, darling.”

You gave him a playful smile, your eyes fluttering shut as you continued to dance, focusing on the sensation of the deep bass thundering in time with your heartbeat. Loki’s thigh found its way between your legs, pressing up into your core as you slowly gyrated against it. A dizzying sensation overtook you as his fingertips dug into your hips, his hands urging you to quicken your unrelenting grind. Your mouth fell open as an intense wave of endorphins thrummed through your body, pulsing in your core as your thrusts met the rising tempo of the song. As if sensing your euphoria, Loki shifted his stance, his quad muscle tightening beneath you, his fingers groping your ass. You let go, relishing the feeling of becoming one with the music.

Certainly, the beat was going to drop soon? The build-up was becoming too much. You were right there, on the precipice–

Your eyes snapped open as the reality of the situation hit you. You lurched upward into Loki’s chest, bunching the front of his shirt in your fist.

“L-Loki–” you stuttered, eyes widening at the sight of him as the light from the tiki torches flickered across his sharp features. His brows were furrowed in concentration and his pupils blown wide with lust. He smirked as his gaze trailed longingly down your body.

He looked like he was going to devour you. And fuck, if that isn’t exactly what you wanted. Suddenly, you became very aware of the wet heat pooling between your legs. A deep, trembling breath escaped your lips as your traitorous hips rolled against Loki’s thigh.

Biting back a moan, you clutched at Loki’s broad shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple under your fingers. You blinked up at him, trying to focus on his godly form towering above you. Any mischief that had been present in his eyes minutes before was now gone, replaced with a look of longing and primal desire.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Loki rasped as he tightened his grip on your hips, tugging your body further up his leg.

You quickly glanced around, realizing that he had maneuvered you across the stone patio and into a darkened corner. He peppered kisses along your neck as you leaned back against a column. Just beyond you, the party was still in full view.

“Loki, I- I can’t– not here.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” you replied without a moment’s hesitation.

“Then show me how much you want me,” he responded, his breath hot against your neck as he hiked your leg over his hip, his long fingers wrapping around your thigh. You rolled your hips against him, your mouth falling open in a silent whimper as the fabric of his trousers dragged against your swollen clit. A surge of arousal thrummed through your core, and you buried your face in his chest as you stifled a groan.

Loki gently cupped your cheek, guiding your head back against the column.

“I need to see you come undone,” he murmured as you shuddered against him, every rational thought ridding itself of your mind. You grasped his shoulders, bucking against his thigh and setting a devastating rhythm that drove you to the edge.

“Fuck,” you hissed, blood pounding in your ears. It was too much. You squeezed your eyes closed as the sensations quickly overpowered you, and just as you were about to cry out in reckless abandon, Loki covered your mouth with his, capturing your lips in a kiss. Your body convulsed as waves of ecstasy flowed through your body, your vision momentarily going dark.

“My sweet girl. You were so good for me,” you heard Loki whisper somewhere in the distance as the aftershocks of your climax slowly dissipated.

“Loki, that was–” you panted, finally finding your voice. “I can’t believe– thank you.” The words of gratitude stumbled from your lips again and again as Loki chuckled.

“Oh darling, I’m just getting started.”

He took your hand in his and pulled you further onto the darkened path leading to the beach. Your legs wobbled underneath you, your body still recovering from the intensity of your orgasm as you struggled to keep up with his long strides.

“Where are we going, Loki?” you asked, stopping when you reached the sand. He turned, giving you a puzzled look as you bent down to undo the straps of your shoes.

“I can’t walk in these heels through the sand,” you explained as you caught your breath. “And you need to slow down. I’m still–”

You shrieked as your world suddenly upended. Loki had tossed you over his shoulder, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs as your chest bounced against his back. It was exhilarating, being with him like this.

“Loki! You’re ridiculous!” you giggled as he strode along the tree line, stopping once you’d reached an imposing boulder near the water’s edge.

He placed you down gently, steadying you as his hands trailed along your hips, his piercing green eyes drinking in the sight before him.

“Loki, I–” you started, your heart skipping a beat as you noted the reverence on his face.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed, looking into your eyes as he pinned you against the cool boulder. His gaze trailed down, observing all the places your bodies touched. “And you’re mine.”

He nipped at the corner of your jaw as he hiked up the skirt of your dress, and you wasted no time wrapping your legs around his waist. A soft moan tumbled from your lips as you watched him move a hand between your bodies, rucking up his shirt and unfastening his trousers, freeing his hard, flushed cock.

“I need to see you come again,” he rasped, running his hands over your ass and down the back of your thighs. His touch felt electric, and the carnal sounds rumbling in his throat made you dizzy with desperate urgency. You yelped as he yanked your underwear from your body, the delicate material shredding easily under his brute force.

He hoisted you further up his body, a broken groan slipping from him as he felt your wet cunt slide against his abdomen. Passion sparked in your veins as you tangled your hand in the soft, dark curls at the nape of his neck, and you whimpered as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your swollen clit. The anticipation of your impending intimacy was quickly hurtling you toward another orgasm.

“Please, Loki. I need you,” you begged as he massaged one of your breasts. His masterful fingers tweaked your nipple, the mixture of pain and pleasure thrumming through your body and down to your core. You dug your fingers into his shoulders as your back scraped against the cool, damp boulder.

“You’ll be the end of me,” he murmured against your skin, tightening his grip on your hip as he pushed the head of cock inside you with a swift thrust. You shivered and let out a deep groan as Loki slowly filled you with his girth.

He pressed his forehead against yours, moaning a string of old Norse curses as he rocked into you. The heady scent of his musk combined with the sheer power emanating from him made you delirious, and the animalistic grunts tumbling from his throat had your cunt pulsing with need. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against your ear, whispering words of praise.

“Gods, I will never get enough of you.” The words dripped from his lips like honey wine. Intoxicating. You bucked against him, inhaling sharply as you adjusted to the sensation of your pulsing cunt stretching to take him inch by inch. You were so full. So complete.

Loki groaned, his breath becoming ragged and uneven as he bottomed out. He gazed at you, ravenous lust swirling with reverent devotion in his darkened eyes. As if he was totally mesmerized by how small – how delicate – you seemed, slowly writhing underneath him.

You clenched around him, slowly rolling your hips and grinding into him. Loki let out a strangled whimper and nipped at your neck as he pushed deeper inside you.

He choked out a ragged breath as his hips met yours. “Y-yes. That’s it. Gods, you take me so well.”

So, you did it again, chasing the euphoric feeling taking over your body. You clung to Loki as he bent his knees, shifting his hips in a way that made his cock slowly drag against the sensitive spot deep inside you. You cried out his name, digging your nails into his back as your body responded to the building friction.

“Tell me,” Loki grunted through gritted teeth as your bodies moved in tandem. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want – fuck – want you to wreck me,” you replied, your breath hitching as you arched into him, dragging your clit against his abdomen. He caught your lips in a blistering kiss, full of passion and yearning. You felt him grab your knee, pressing it back so he could fuck you harder, deeper. The new angle made his pelvis grind against your clit with every unrelenting stroke, sparking your need for more. Intense sensations fired across your body in response to the lewd sound of Loki’s cock thrusting deep inside your cunt.

You screamed out as your orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave, coming even harder than before. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as entire universes revealed themselves to you as your body shuddered in Loki’s embrace.

“Fuck, darling.” Loki clutched at the boulder, searching for purchase and bracing himself against his own impending orgasm. The muscles in his forearm tightened, and just the sight of the tension in them, the strength of his hands, and the way the tendons rose up against the skin sent another tingling thrill through you.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensation of being used as he chased his own pleasure. He choked out your name, and you knew he was close. His name became a mantra, falling from your lips repeatedly as you continued to grind into him, your cunt contracting around him as aftershocks rolled through your body.

With a final snap of his hips, Loki spilled inside you, reaching his climax with a guttural roar. He rode through his high with shallow thrusts before he leaned back, his mouth puffing out a satisfied laugh. The two of you hadn’t wandered that far down the beach, and everyone likely heard your cries of ecstasy, but you didn’t give a single fuck. The only thing that mattered was Loki. He was the beginning and end of everything. And he was yours.

“Loki,” you said his name softly as your own orgasm faded. The waning moonlight cast a bluish glow over his dark, tousled hair and pale skin, the thin sheen of sweat on his face highlighting his impossible beauty. He was absolutely breathtaking. Ethereal.

“That was certainly worth the wait,” you said breathlessly, caressing the sharp line of his cheekbone with your thumb as he looked down at you in pure adoration. He turned his head slightly so he could kiss along the inside of your palm.

“Mm,” he hummed contentedly into your wrist, resting his forehead against yours before slowly withdrawing and gently lowering your legs back to the ground.

“I guess we should head back to the party?” you asked after a moment, smoothing your dress as Loki moved to tuck himself back into his pants. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, sending shivers rolling down your spine as your body flared with a new sense of longing.

“Oh, my love. The party can wait,” Loki replied, a devilish smirk spreading across his face as he dropped to his knees, his cool hands running up your thighs. “You and I still have a lot of catching up to do.”

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v3nusxsky · 10 months

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Can you do a, Wandanat X Agere fem reader?

Maybe reader djdnt want to regress, due to the amount of missions they were getting, and she accidently messes up in a mission and Fury yells at her for it, and she regressed in her room later that night, and Wanda and Natasha find her? And reader has thus toy dog she loses snd they have to find it to calm her down?? Fluff after that.

Agere, fluff, hurt, and comfort. I believe that's what you requested.

If not, no problem, I love all your writing!!!

Sorry if it's really specific, I'm nervous when it comes to requesting

Sun,moon and stars

*Authors note~ long time no see guys! I've missed posting. Been a little scared to start back up bc of the hate and my accident really threw me for a while but here we go. Thanks to the support of my friends and my lovely girlfriend @just-your-casual-nerd I’m going to be starting with Agere for the pure reason it's less taxing on my body and brain. Smut angst etc will come when I'm a little better*

Trigger warnings~ regression little r mama and momma wandanat loss of comfort item angry fury? Sight angry Nat?

Prompt~see ask^^^^^

The past few weeks had really been insane for you, you were either on missions or filling out the paperwork from your previous missions. You'd hardly seen your girlfriends due to this, which meant the idea of allowing yourself to regress was definitely out the window. You couldn't afford to mess up the missions, exposing your secret to the team. A lot of the time it was truly hard to admit you coped this way, but Wanda and Nat seemed to love helping you through it. Not everyone is accepting of it though, you learnt that very early on in your life. Perhaps that's why you felt the need to hide.

After a recent mission with Steve, Tony and Peter you were all on the way back to the compound when Steve told you. Fury wanted to see you immediately upon landing. You instantly knew why, your gaze flickering over to Peter who was cradling his arm. It was an accident really, you didn't mean to. Your brain blanking at the wrong time allowing one of the Hydra guards to twist Peters arm painfully. His cries of pain clearing the fog that littered your brain when you needed to slip. You'd apologised time and time again to Peter and he reassured you he wasn't mad. But no matter how much he said it you knew you'd messed up. The reason he would be taken to med bay was because you weren't strong enough to stay big. Guilt eating away at you, you weren't sure how much worse Fury could make you feel.

Apparently it could get worse, the guilt eating away at you as Fury laid into you about how reckless you were, your behaviour resulting in Peters injuries meant you were suspended from the field. His exact wording was something like "till we can figure out how to fix you!" You did your best to stay silent and remain strong, crying was not something you wished to do in front of him. You don't need fixing just a break really but you knew better than to respond like that, instead opting to flee his office and head to the safety of your shared room before breaking down.

You'd missed dinner, that was why Wanda and Natasha began searching for you. They knew the mission didn't go as well as wanted so they figured you'd want space to process like normal, but you never missed dinner. You love wanda's cooking too much for that. After checking your usual spots, they headed to your room. There you were curled up with dried tear strains on your cheeks, the room around you trashed to high hell. Clearly, you were looking for something but what would you be looking for badly enough to do this? "Nat, she's" Wanda trailed off as your thoughts were loud, "Little." Now everything made so much sense. You were looking for Pup Pup.

You must have regressed alone and being unable to find your beloved pup pup, you'd cried yourself to sleep. It was truly heartbreaking to see, as your caregivers, you hadn't found one of them and were alone in such a vulnerable mind set. Your whimpers as tears began to fall again worried Wanda enough to check on your dream. Only where she would witness you reliving how Fury shouted at you, saying you needed to be fixed. Your whole body shook with the second hand fear from the dream. Both girls knew you didn't like being shouted at or anything that was loud.

"Nat, Fury, he ripped into her about Peter" Wanda whispered before going to kneel next to your body. Her hand finding your cheeks as she brushed your tears away mumbling words of comfort, "it's okay dekta (baby) momma is here." The red head assassin gave Wanda a quick nod before exiting to find Fury. She wasn't having you being treated like this when they'd been overworking you and in general ignoring your own well-being. This wouldn't ever happen again because Natasha would make sure of it.

"Momma?" You sleepily sobbed before throwing yourself into her awaiting arms, "founds me!" You cried causing her heart to shatter slightly. "That's right my darling. I have you now. Why are we sad love bug?" It was adorable how your brows joined and you scrunched your nose up in thought, "Pup Pup gones!" You gasped as if you'd only just realised that Pup Pup was missing now. You appeared to be regressed a lot smaller than you normally would. The girls were use to you regressing to about five years old, but based of this interaction Wanda guessed you were about two to three years old. "We will find your Pup Pup bug."

"Mama!" You pouted noticing her absence. "Shh love bug mana is just finishing up with work and she'll be here, how bout you and momma go on a hunt for Pup Pup?" Wandas soothing tone and her redirection to your beloved Pup Pup. Hand in hand you and Wanda set out to find the ragged looking stuffie that you'd had since you were found by Hydra. The only thing they'd let you keep at a price and you cherished it. It didn't take long for your little brain to become overwhelmed and frustrated at your inability to find the stuffie.

"Momma! No finds! Gones! Want mama! I sorry I be good give Pup Pup me now?" You sobbed clumsily clinging to her as you cried for you two lost loves. "You are good my love bug, so so good. We are gonna find your Pup Pup I promise." She hushed you as the bedroom door opened and a very satisfied Natasha came into the room. "моя маленькая принцесса (my little princess) look who mama found малыш (baby)" her sing song voice caught your attention as you knew it was only for you. "Pup Pup!!" You cried happily coming to hold the stuffie, "frank you mama!"

"You're so welcome дорогой (darling), shall we all go get a snack baby?" You nodded enthusiastically until you remembered Fury's words, "Nahuh mama" you mumbled sadly, "I'm bad, no eat when bad." This time both women came to your side and showered you with reassurance and love that you were not bad. And Peter wasn't mad at you. Fury was in the wrong to go off at you like that and you were safe with them. They wouldn't let any harm come yo you. In fact you could eat in the bedroom cuddled up together. They just wanted to care for you, so you eventually relented, your little brain not holding much room to fight so you happily settled into bed snuggling up to Natasha's chest while you waited for Wanda to return with food. Before Wanda could even return you'd passed out on Nat, Natasha looking at you with such a loving gaze Wanda felt truly too blessed to be witnessing it. Truly you deserved the sun, moon and the stars, and both women wanted to give you all that and more.

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americas-ass-writing · 1 year

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Invisible

Steve Rogers x avenger!reader (-ish)

Words: 2.2k

Summary: The newest member of the avengers feels invisible. A shitty mission and social media brings her to her breaking point. See what happens when she confronts the team.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death (briefly)

A/N: not me dipping for like two years and returning. Sorry it took me so long, I'll try to write more often now. Hope you enjoy this little one shot that was caused by me feeling invisible.

Another mission successfully completed. It's your fifth mission as an Avenger and you couldn't be happier that it's over.

Two weeks, two exhausting weeks with Hydra finding their single brain cell and not being predictable this time. But it's over now, you can return home to the tower and spend time with... no one.

The Avengers were nice, they really were. Welcoming you with open arms, always striking up conversation when you were around but you couldn't miss that no one ever asked you to spend time with them besides the team activities. They didn't mean it, you're sure of that but you can't stop the pang in your heart when Wanda and Nat make shopping plans right in front of you and don't invite you. Or when Steve and Bucky plan a little day trip and think of inviting Sam to come along but not you who was sitting right next to him on the couch.

More than once the delivery person forgot your food. Steve was always nice enough to share one of his three portions with you but not even the delivery person struck you as important enough to remember your order.

You find yourself in the hallway after the debrief. Everyone was tired, exhausted and done. Your eyes flicker over the little friend groups building to walk back to the common area together. Clint who has been shot hanging off Natasha's shoulder, laughing at something she said. Sam and Bucky bickering with Steve walking between them like an over exhausted dad. Tony and Bruce talking big ideas to improve suits, weapons and the team. Wanda and Vision lost in each other, holding hands. And then there was you. Standing in the hallway, surrounded by people, watching and still feeling utterly alone. Agents flutter around you, not even giving you a glance. Sometimes you just feel so invisible... So unimportant. Like you shouldn't even be a member of this team.

Tired feet carry you to your room, you take the route that's longer but it avoids the common area. Your heart can only take so much. And all you need right now is a hot shower, your bed and mindless scrolling through social media. You're not even in the mood to eat lunch. At least not in the common room. The stash of protein bars under your bed will have to do.

So you take a long warm shower, letting the water run over your body while Taylor Swift's voice fills the room alongside the humidity that lets the mirror fog. You dry yourself, slip into comfy pyjamas and soon enough your head meets your pillow. You breathe in the scent of home and crawl under the comforter. Finally your hand reaches for your phone. You've been gone for a while, you probably missed some things. Your phone starts up slowly and some notifications come through. You have missed emails -most of them newsletters-, a few notifications of Instagram -celebrities and acquaintances posting things- and no one reaching out to you personally. Your eyes fall shut for a moment as your heart breaks a little more. You really thought you're a decent human being... Why did no one like you? Why did no one think of you?

Your thumb hovers over the Instagram icon, trying to decide if you should open the app. With a sigh you open it, a little mindless scrolling could do no harm. Right?

Wrong. Somehow you land on the official avengers account. Your eyes scanning the pictures. There has been one new post while you were gone - a picture of the team minus you. Wasn't your portrait supposed to be posted to announce you as a new member? Maybe they had to push it back... Or maybe they didn't want you on the account. Would explain why you're the one who's cropped out of the group picture. The caption mentions something about the team answering questions soon and telling people to comment what they always wanted to know. You know that Instagram comment sections are a different kind of world. One that can be really positive or just down right toxic. Yet you still click into it, curious what questions you'd find.

Some of them ask for Natasha's makeup routine, a lot ask for Steve to finally post a shirtless picture on his account, some ask why Bucky always looks so grumpy. There's genuinely nice questions asking for self defense tips or if they can come to schools to visit kids. And then there's the comments that are just plain rude, insulting about any member of the team. And then there's this one...

Cropped the new girl out already huh? Knew that ugly incompetent chick wasn't made for this team. Good riddance.

No matter how hard you tried you couldn't tear your eyes off it. Your pupils scan over the words again and again and again. Till hot tears spilled. Till you completely lost it as an ugly sob tore through you. You weren't good enough for this team, for your family, for your friends, for anyone or anything in this world. You were invisible and you always would be.

Logically you knew that keeping all of this in and being exhausted by the two week long mission was causing this break down. If you would have told someone you felt this way, things would be different. But your emotions got the better of you. Which is how you found yourself on a very determined march to the common area. Jammies on, your phone clutched in your hand, tears streaming down your hardened face. Your brain didn't even process your way here, you just suddenly found yourself in front of the avengers who were eating dinner - without you. You're met with some concerned faces but before anyone can say anything your words cut the thick air.

"I quit." You say, voice wobblier than you intended. The lump in your throat growing by the second. "What? Y/N what brought this on? I know the mission was hard but..." before a very concerned Steve could finish his sentence you cut him off. "This isn't about the fucking mission, Rogers." Your voice is full of venom. "This is about... You know what this is about this" you wave your hand around the room. Gazes turn to confusion. "And this!" You shove your phone into Steve's face, the group picture you've been cropped out of on the display.

"A picture of us? I don't... Understand..." Steve breaks the silence after a moment. "A picture of you. You guys and oh would you look at that... A little bit of my sleeve over there." You point out. "I've been cropped out." You explain further.

"Alright firecracker you know we're not responsible for the account. That's the social teams doing." Tony jumps in. "Yeah. Yeah you're right. You know what's your doing though?" You say as you retract your phone out of Steve's face. You slide it in your pocket and take a steadying breath. "Not inviting me to join activities, not telling the fucking delivery guy that maybe, just maybe there's a new member on the team after he forgot my food for the third fucking time in a row. Skipping my turn to pick a god damn movie because you all forgot to tell me you're doing an improv movie night. Walking back from a debrief in your little groups, none of you even thinking of just waiting a second so I can at least walk with someone. Oh and this. You're having dinner, the team, and who wasn't here until she stormed in? Me." You didn't realise that your voice got louder, the frustration got the better of you. "And it's not just this. No one thinks I belong here. No one in the comments of that post, not the press... Hell, even Friday still calls me recruit. If you don't want a new member on the team just say so. I'll leave. You'll never see me again. I'll turn invisible like I always feel... Like I am." you add quietly now, not even sure if anyone but you heard it. The lump in your throat is impossibly thick and finally it completed its mission and tore another sob from you. It hurts. It hurts to not belong. It hurts to be invisible. There's a short silence before the scraping of a chair on the floor fills the air. Mere seconds later you're wrapped up in strong arms, pulling you into a much needed hug. A large hand rubs your back.

"This is... We don't want you to leave. We... I never noticed we did that... You're just... It has been so long since we added a new member... This is a bullshit excuse I know. I'm sorry." Steve mumbles into your hair. His warmth seeps into your body as your tears wet his shirt. "Why didn't you tell us earlier? You know you can always come to me to talk" he adds softly after a moment. You let out a shaky breath. And another... And another, trying to find your voice after this pathetic performance. "I..." you croak out and immediately stop. Steve's hand rubs up and down your back.

"I felt the same way." The voice of Wanda pulls your face out of Steve's chest, your watery eyes finding hers. "I joined the team after my brother died. I've always been with him. I never felt alone but... Then I did. And believe me they don't do it on purpose. They have their little groups inside of this big one and they don't immediately think about including someone new. I'm sorry that I didn't think about it." She says softly. "I always felt alone in the beginning, I never got invited to go places, the press tore me apart because this random European with weird powers was suddenly a member of the earth's mightiest heroes, the social team didn't post my introduction portrait... I also wanted to quit but... then they organised a dinner with Paprikash... They made it for me because they thought I was homesick... and I realised that they do care about me. And I promise you, we do care about you. Steve made sure to tell the restaurant twice to not forget your order today." She points to the unopened container. "And when Nat wanted to get you for dinner she heard that you were showering and then we assumed you just needed some time for yourself."

Your eyes wander over the concerned faces of the team, then back to Wanda, then to the container of food, then finally to Steve. "You told them to remember my food?" You whisper. He nods immediately.

"Not because I don't like to share mine! Because I thought you'd like yours more and it happened three times already and I..." He gets cut off as you hug him back with a bit too much force. "Thank you" you whisper before you let him go and look at the team. "I'm sorry for the outburst... I... should have said something earlier but I… I felt so invisible and it's not like many people care about me in general and then I read some comments under the post and I... My brain shut off." You look down at your bare feet, not brave enough to face any of them.

"Friday? Please call Y/N firecracker from now on." Tony was the first to speak and as you looked at him in surprise he just gave you a smirk before going back to his food. Other team members give you smiles, small nods, Clint even signs that it's all good to you.

Steve's warm hand finds the small of your back and leads you to the table, to your unassigned spot right next to him. Both of you sit down and you open your food, your heart fills as you see your order. Low chatter fills the room as you eat. Wanda invites you to go shopping the next day, Sam invites you to mario kart after dinner. You feel stupid, oh so stupid. You should have just said something earlier. This all could have been avoided.

"I know why your portrait didn't get posted yet." You frown as you look at Bucky who simply smiles. "Stevie here…" his hand falls on the shoulder of his friend. Steve's eyes fill with dread, his ears turn pink. "...knows that you weren't happy with it. So he told the social team to hold off posting it until he can sketch a new portrait of you." His lips are parted in a shit eating grin. Steve is blushing madly, trying to hide it by staring at the tabletop. His fists clenching.

"You... Want to draw a portrait of me?" You ask softly, looking at the blonde next to you. After a few seconds he simply nods, his eyes still fixed on the table. "Because I didn't like the one the photographer took?" your lips pull into a small smile as he gives you another nod. "Why would you do that?" you ask softly.

"Because he has a big fat..." Bucky starts but is quickly interrupted by a death glare of his blonde friend. The former assassin gets out of his seat and proceeds to put some distance between the two super soldiers, Steve's eyes follow him with the same warning glance.

"...crush on you." Bucky finishes and immediately takes off running. Steve's chair falls to the floor as he jumps up to run after him. Your eyes follow the two of them, Bucky's snickers and Steve's curses filling the air.

Maybe... Just maybe you weren't invisible after all.

And you knew you weren't when Steve found you later that night with the sketch of you in his hand and a confession on his lips.

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kaziee2 · 2 years

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Sweet Child of Mine

Summary: A child clings to Natasha

Warning: Cursing, self-doubt

Pairs: [Wanda x Natasha] [Natasha x child!reader] [Wanda x child!reader] [ small feat. Tommy & Billy]

[Words: 2.4k] [A/n: not proof read, God was this in my drafts for so long, all mistakes are my own, and I would gladly take constructive criticism. Hope you guys enjoy!!!]

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Natasha walked down the corridors of the Hydra base stealthily, checking each room and corner before moving to the next. It was a simple mission; infiltrate the base, recover Hydra files, then get out. Nothing was out of the ordinary at first, of course with the few Hydra agents now and then that she would come across, it's nothing she can't handle.

The Avengers were assigned to this mission to retrieve a weapon of some-sort from Hydra, Fury got word that Hydra got their hands on a space alien tech which landed on earth, and it was his job to recover and retrieve it. There was no time for failure, is what he said during the briefings.

Natasha was appalled at how big this Hydra base is, she never expected that she would be walking around the base for more than 30-minutes without any trouble coming along her way (of-course with the occasional guards wandering around, but it was never quiet at a Hydra base).

She was walking down a hallway when she spotted, what looks to be, various Hydra scientists. They were all huddled up in a circle, most probably discussing something. She went closer to investigate and hoped to hear what they were talking about, hiding behind a wall that was near them.

“Was machen wir jetzt damit?”(What do we do with it now?)

“Ich sage, wir unterwerfen ihn der gleichen Behandlung wie den Wintersoldaten,”(I say we subject her to the same treatment as the Winter soldier)

“Wir wissen nicht, wie seine Anatomie funktioniert, mehr oder weniger, wie sein Gehirn reagieren würde,”(We don't know how her anatomy works, more or less how her brain would respond)

“Es ist nur ein Baby, es wird leicht zu trainieren und nach unseren Wünschen zu formen sein,”(It is just a baby, it will be easy to train and mold it our liking)

The varying voices started to fade from earshot for Natasha, and just when the voices of the scientist finally disappeared, she popped her head from behind the wall to check if the scientist was still there. When she saw no one, she took it as her que to move forward and follow where the scientists were headed to find this child they were talking about.

A baby?! She couldn't believe it, Hydra was experimenting on a baby?! She knew Hydra was evil but didn’t she didn’t think they'd stoop this low and start doing things to babies’.

Just when Natasha thought she was getting lost, her comms went off, “Detka (baby), are you there?”

Natasha smiles at the voice she hears, “Yes, don’t worry, I’m still here, Wanda,” she hears Wanda sigh at the other side, “That’s good, we thought we lost you, when you weren’t answering us, are you ok?” Natasha seems baffled that she seemed so left to her thoughts that she didn’t hear them calling to her, “Don’t worry, it just seemed I was lost in thought,”

She then hears Steve in her comms’, “You need to focus up, Nat. What have you found in the base?”

“Seems like Fury’s intel was right, they do have alien tech with them, but they were wrong when they thought it was just tech that was brought here. They have a baby-”

“A BABY?! What do you mean they have A BABY?!!” Steve’s erratic voice came through.

“Old man shut up– It’s an alien baby, I’m gonna try and find out where they’re keeping them, and get out as quickly and quietly as possible,” Natasha then turns off her comms but without before hearing Wanda utter the words “I love you” and “Be safe” to her, she smiles unknowingly.

She quickly focuses on the mission again. Following the same path she last saw the scientist went. She walks along the path of the scientist until she reaches the end of the hall, she sees a hazard door that needs a key card access along with a password.

She didn’t want to just break the lock pads since it would catch attention and would most probably alert the guards and everyone else in the building. So she hid behind a wall out of sight of everyone and waited patiently for the right time.

And as she patiently predicted all the scientists that she saw before came out of the hazard sign door, then as everyone piled out of the room, she took her chance in entering the room by slipping through the automatic sliding doors before it closed on her from the outside. And just when she entered she was met by the room being damaged, bite marks and claws marks were seen scattered around on the walls and equipment. She even saw burn marks, she thinks.

That’s when Natasha saw it, a small oval shaped pod of sorts, it was on top of a table with wires and tube of sorts holding it in place. She moved towards it to get a better look at it and test if there was anything she could salvage from it and saw a small tag on it. But then she heard something, something growled and thrashed, sounding like it wanted out from whatever it was keeping it. She turns and looks for the source of the sound, walking around the pod, she sees it.

It was small, maybe the size of a regular baby on earth, but there were keen features to what made them so different, and it was most definitely when the small baby had a tail, pointy ears, claws of sorts on their hands, and the fact the skin was blue should be the most distinct feature. Natasha was at awe when she saw them, they looked so adorable and so non-threatening at first glance, the blue baby looked at her and titled its head the same way she was tilting hers. But the blue baby abruptly lunged trying to get to her but was stopped by the glass wall in their way. Natasha was startled by the sudden action and tried to soothe the baby.

The pod ship forgotten, Natasha made it her new mission to get the baby out of Hydra’s hand. I hope I don't regret this, she thinks to herself, the baby alien resumed its attempts at trying to get out of the glass box that kept it trapped. She tried to speak to the baby, hoping by some miracle it would understand her.

“Shh shh, it’s ok, I’m not here to hurt you. I’m gonna get out of there and out of Hydra, don’t worry,” she smiles softly hoping it would ease the baby by the soft act. The baby’s attempts slowed, giving Natasha a signal of sorts that maybe the baby understood her.

She moved around the box inspecting it, trying to find anything that could help her open it or break it at least, after another minute she spotted a small blinking light at the bottom right edge of the box, there was a thin line of wire connecting something to it. She opted to follow the wire seeing where it's connected too. It was a control panel with a switch on it that said, off and on. Not very high-tech of Hydra, she switches the power of the box off, and when she looks back at the box, the glow around the glass dimmed, to show the box turned off, but when she walked back, she still couldn’t open it and realized she needed something else to open it.

Natasha internally groaned at the situation. But the baby had other ideas, they looked at Natasha with an intense gaze and Natasha herself was getting a weird feeling, when all of a sudden the baby poofed just right above Natasha and she promptly catched them, “You can teleport?”

The baby croons in Natasha’s neck basking in the comfort of someone safe. Natasha felt a wave of protectiveness wash over, like a motherly instinct and hugged them tight, now with the baby safe, all Natasha has to think is getting out of Hydra, since she practically locked herself in here.

She remembers then that the baby can teleport and quickly converse with them, “Ok, now were a bit in situation little one, you gotta teleport us out of here, just out of the building and we can meet up with some of my friends that will help us get out,” she faces the baby and coos at them…and they just stare at her confused.

“Ugh— Fuck how are we getting out of here,” she groans and leans back at the nearest top side that she can lean on, but she didn’t realize that she accidentally pressed on an alert button. Startling both her and the baby, she quickly acts by fixing her mistake and breaking the access codes and machines in getting into the room.

She can hear the guards and scientist running up to the room and she plops the baby behind her getting ready for a fight, if the baby decides to teleport without her, she’s fucked. She turns back on her comms, “Guy’s I’m in a bit of a situation here,” she quickly hears Steve’s voice responding back, “Nat, what’s wrong, are you ok? Do you need back up? We're sending in Wanda to help you now,” she retaliates to that idea, “Don’t, I just need-” she couldn’t even finish when she felt herself drop to the floor and heard screams from familiar voices.

She realizes that she’s in the quinjet and with the baby wrapped around her right leg, smiling at her. She smiles back and quickly stands up, picking up the baby with her, she looks around and everyone is in a fighting position, “Oh calm yourselves, they’re fine, they won't hurt you…But I will if you try to hurt them,” she gives each one them a glare, and they quickly relax (somewhat).

That’s when a girl with brunette hair rushed in for Natasha to hug, but is stopped when she hears a growl coming from the baby that Natasha is holding. “It’s ok malysh (baby), she’s not gonna hurt you. I promise,” Natasha nods at Wanda indicating her to move closer. She does so and when she gets close enough Wanda gives Natasha the tightest of hugs while making sure she didn’t agitate or hurt the baby Natasha was holding, she was worried that she was gonna lose Natasha when she heard that she was in a bad situation.

Both girls revel in the situation forgetting for a moment where they are, Natasha was the first one to loosen the hug they both were in, she turns to Steve and asks him to start the quinjet and get them out here and promises them that she will explain everything, Steve quickly gets to it. Leaving Natasha and Wanda alone along with the baby (Which Natasha was still holding).

“So, are you going to explain the baby? Or do I have to wait as well?” Wanda asked her.

“I will, don’t worry, let’s sit down first and get comfortable,” They both sit on one of the side benches in the quinjet and the baby Natasha is holding starts to squirm, that's when she sets them down and they start to lay down on Natasha’s lap and sleep. Both Wanda and Natasha awed at the sight.

And for the time being Natasha started to explain to Wanda and Steve (who came back after putting the quinjet on autopilot) what conspired in the Hydra base.

“Do they have a name?” Wanda was the first to ask.

Thinking back Natasha did think she saw a tag on the pod before she saw them. She smiles and looks back at Wanda, “It’s (Y/N),”

“Well isn’t that an adorable name for this adorable space baby,” Wanda comments, she looks at (Y/N) with adoration.

“How are you sure they won't attack us?” Natasha glares at Steve for even insinuating that, “They won’t as long as we make sure we don’t hurt them,” Steve still seemed a bit skeptical but accepted the answer. “Well it’s not me you have to worry about Nat, it’s Fury that you might want to try and convince. As long (Y/N) won’t doesn’t seem like a danger to anyone, I’m okay with it,” Natasha agrees, “Don’t worry, I already got a plan.” she assures him.

“Seems like they’re already attached to you. I’m pretty sure they see you as a mother already,”

“Yeah…a mother,” she smiles sadly and lets out a small laugh.

The air around them seemed to change and Steve quietly blamed himself for it, Wanda looked at Steve silently telling him to leave, and Steve obliged to the request.

“Are you ok, moya lyubov' (my love)?” Wanda places a hand on Natasha’s forearm and softly caresses it.

“Yeah, I guess I just never thought that maybe, just maybe (Y/N) might see me as their mother. I don’t even think I’m a good enough mother,”

Wanda lets out a gasp at that, “What do you mean, you're not a good mother? I think the small twin boys at home would think otherwise.”

“You think so?” Natasha looks at Wanda, the love of her life, the life that she was never willing to change ever, and the life she will fight tooth and nail to keep them forever with her.

“I know so, I love you Natty, and the boys does so too, so much so that, I’m pretty sure you replaced me as the favorite mom, when you brought home Liho,” she teases and Natasha smiles at that, “I’m pretty sure the boys won't complain in having another sibling, they have been asking for a dog, and I think with (Y/N) they would be so much happier.”

“I love you too, and I love the boys too, so much and I love this and every other life I'm in with you. Thank you malysh (baby). I’m pretty sure the boys will love (Y/N) too, I know I do already.” Natasha leans on Wanda and holds both her and (Y/N) close.

They all stay silent, relishing in the warmth and love of each other. All of them have smiles on their faces as they wait to arrive at the compound. Steve smiles where he stands when he sees them, he hears everything and even lets out a small tear at every word they told each other, they both deserve what they have now, and he’s happy for them and so is every other Avenger is too. And if Fury tries anything, he’ll have a one-on-one chat with him.

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gummydummy19 · 2 years

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Kinktober day 6; Squirting

A good stretch

Summary: Nat and Wanda want a private *stretching* lesson from the team's personal yoga instructor, a cute (clearly subby) guy with a massive crush on the both of them.

Content Warning: smut, squirting, threesome, FemDom, Male sub, slight degrading/embarrassment, slight overstimulation, mention of sub drop, fluffy ending.

A/N: This was requested by @hauntedkittenfun. I kinda just did my thing with it but I really hope you like it!! This was also my first "male reader" fic AND my first Nat/Wanda fic so let me know what you guys think!!!

Word Count: 1800+

"Goodmorning everyone! I hope you had a good night's sleep because I'm not gonna go easy on you guys today!" you greeted the group cheerfully

"I sure hope you don't." Wanda giggled, immediately making you blush.

You'd had a massive crush on Nat and Wanda since Tony hired you as the group's yoga instructor. He said it was your job to help them all relax and give them a healthy outlet to deal with stress and trauma.

Who would have known you would be the one in desperate need of a stress reliever.

It was clear to anyone with eyes that you had a soft spot for the girls. They were both strong and fearless, and of course, ridiculously sexy. Sadly, they too had eyes. It didn't take long for them to notice the little crush you were harboring and they took every chance they got to tease you with it.

Today was no different.

After last week's class, they requested a private stretching session. Obviously, they were up to no good, but since it was your job, you decided to at least try and be professional.

And here you were, watching the two hottest women you'd ever laid your eyes on, wearing the shortest skirts you'd ever laid eyes on.

"I uhm...okay...so...let's get started!" You stuttered, making the girls smirk at each other.

"So how do you want us, sir?" Wanda asked sweetly.

Good god, they must be trying to kill you.

"I-I'd...uh...I'd start with some floor work. Can you guys do a downward dog?"

"Hear that Wanda? He wants us in doggy." Nat added.

Yup, for sure trying to kill you.

They both got down on their yoga mats, making a show of sticking their ass up in the air and looking up at you with big, innocent eyes.

"R-right...how is that going?"

"Well, I don't know, sir," Wanda spoke sweetly again. "Could you maybe help me go a little deeper?"

You suppressed a whine and adjusted yourself in your pants before you got down on the floor behind Wanda.

"Breathe out a bit more and tilt your hips...like this," you said, placing your hand on her hip.

Wanda arched her back a bit a pushed her ass up higher, this time giving you a clear view of her pussy, which you now noticed was completely bare and dripping.

"How's that?" she asked, looking back at you while chewing her finger.

"I-I...uh..wh-...I" you babbled, feeling your dick twitch. Dear lord, she was close enough to fucking smell...

"Well how about me?" Nat spoke up. "How's my doggy position?"

You looked over to see Nat in the same position Wanda was in, ass up with her bare pussy on full display.

"Holy-"

Your brain stopped working for a second. You were convinced they had successfully brought you to your end, and you had now entered heaven. Suddenly, you were pulled out of your thoughts by a buzzing sound accompanied by a moan.

The heavenly sound came from Natasha's mouth. Her arms were stretched out wide across the floor in front of her as her ass pushed up high in the air (a perfect downward dog, one must admit.) Only then you noticed the small pink silicone cord hanging out of Nat's entrance.

"Wanda, turn is up!" Nat whined.

You looked over at Wanda, who now had her phone in her hand, sliding her finger across the screen. The buzzing sound that came from Nat's pussy increased as Wanda's finger continued to move across her phone screen.

"Hmmm feels so good!" Nat looked back at you, making sure to keep eye contact. "M'getting really, really close. Wanna help me out?"

'I think you should...I really think you guys should p-put some panties on."

Nat rolled her eyes in playful annoyance instead of pleasure this time. "Stop being such a little bitch and fuck us already."

That was it. A man could only take so much. You felt like a pirate at sea falling straight into the claws of cockdrunk sirens, yet you didn't care. If this is how you died, it seemed like a good way to go.

Wanda must have sensed your urge to finally give in, so she decided to pull you in before you could change your mind. Grabbing the back of your neck, she yanked you closer and smashed her lips against yours.

She tasted heavenly. Like strawberries and Cinnamon. You moaned into her mouth as she tangled her fingers into your hair and slightly pulled. You felt powerless, in the best way possible.

While Wanda was busy absolutely eating you alive, Natasha reached over for the phone, turning her vibrator to the highest setting.

When Wanda gave you a second to catch your breath, you saw how Nat was thoroughly enjoying herself watching the two of you.

"Look at that, Nat. I think someone is excited." Wanda giggled, gesturing to the absolute tent that had occurred in your pants.

"Hmm, fuck! Grind on him, hun." She ordered Wanda, who happily obliged.

Wanda climbed in your lap and wrapped her arms around your shoulders. She nuzzled into your neck and nibbled on your ear as she started grinding her naked pussy on your bulge.

Natasha kept eye contact with you as she reached her hand down to her clit. You could tell she was getting closer by the way her back arched and her thighs started trembling.

"Oh FUCK!!!" Nat screamed, yanking the vibrator out of her pussy as she squirted all over her yoga mat. She furiously rubbed her clit and her entire body shook as she rode the waves of her clearly intense orgasm.

The entire scene unraveling in front of your very eyes combined with Wanda grinding and humping on your lap like a dog in heat made you lose your mind. Natasha squirting all over the floor. Wanda moaning in your ear. Her bare pussy rubbing right against your hard, throbbing cock over and over again. Your crotch was getting soaked, not only from Wanda's wetness spreading over your lap but also from your precum leaking out of your fat, needy dick.

Before you knew it was happening, you grabbed Wanda's waist and weakly thrusted against her. Your entire body shook and you screamed a few incoherent sounds as you came right there and then. The hot, sticky, wet load of cum staining against your sweatpants immediately.

A few seconds passed before you heard a giggle coming from Wanda.

"Did he just...?" Nat asked

"Yeah.." Wanda chuckled, making Nat giggle as well.

They both burst out laughing, making your cheeks heat in embarrassment. You tried to move away from Wanda but she stopped you.

"No, wait! Don't go..." She looked at you, a hint of a smile still on her face.

"Yeah, you promised us a stretching lesson." Natasha said.

"And from what I felt...it'll be quite the stretch..." Wanda whispered, her smile getting wider by the second.

"Here, let me clean up this mess, baby." Nat said. Wanda finally got off your lap and allowed Natasha to take off your sweatpants. A mixture of Wanda's wetness and your own cum was smeared all over your thighs and your sensitive, softening cock.

Natasha threw a smirk your way before leaning down and licking you clean. When she got to your dick, you hissed.

"Sensitive, baby?"

You nodded, still unable to string together a sentence.

She took your cock in her mouth anyway, making you whine in pain and pleasure.

"Who's cock is this?" Nat asked you, continuing to stroke at a fast pace while she spoke.

"Yours!!! It's yours!"

"That's a good boy. Such a slutty little bitch." she said before continuing to suck you off.

Her head bobbed up and down until your dick got nice and hard again.

"Wanda, honey?" Nat turned around. "Your turn to cum."

Wanda smiled and moved to straddle you again, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips. It was strange how different their approach was, yet how good they both made you feel.

You felt her lower herself down on your shaft. Slowly taking you inch by inch.

"Shit..." She whined.

"Are you okay?" You looked at her with wide eyes.

"Such a sweetheart." She smiled, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips once more.

She slowly started moving. Bouncing up and down on your cock with her head thrown back. Her boobs bounced with her movements and she squeezed you so hard you feared you might faint, or worse, cum before she does, again.

While you were trying your hardest to contain yourself, Natasha decided to taunt you some more. She came up behind you and pressed kisses to your neck while playing with your hair. Every now and then she whispered filthy things in your ear, about how pretty you were and how good you made them both feel.

"Please..." you whined

"Please what, baby boy?" Nat taunted

"Please cum! Can't hold it any longer! Want you to come so bad!" you begged and pleaded with all you had.

Wanda didn't have to be told twice, she had been circling the edge since she first felt your clothed bulge pressed against her needy pussy.

She leaned back and started circling her hip. Her hands held on to your knees for support as she started to tremble. Your cock nudged right against her g-spot and it was making her see stars.

"Press your hand against her belly," Nat whispered in your ear. "Trust me..."

You did as you were told and firmly pressed your large hard on Wanda's abdomen.

"OH fuck fuck FUCK!!!" she screamed, lifting herself up as she squirted all over your stomach and your cock.

Natasha was quick to grab your cock and help you reach your final orgasm while softly rubbing against Wanda's clit to help her ride out hers.

"Cum for me. Cum for us."

and you did, harder than ever before.

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"Did we break you?" Nat spoke softly as she stroked your hair.

You were laying with your head on Natasha's chest while Wanda spooned you from behind, pressing kisses against your back and tracing random patterns on your bare skin.

"I think so..." you spoke. Your voice was weak from all the screaming you had done earlier and your muscles felt sore.

"...you were really hot." Wanda reassured you, sensing your sub drop approaching.

"I was?" you asked, turning around to lay on your back

"Are you joking? I've never cum that hard in my life!" Nat assured you, snuggling against your chest.

"Yeah, she's right, me either." Wanda agreed, copying Natasha's movements

Pride swelled in your chest as the two of them cuddled against you, telling you how good you made the feel and how well you had done.

"Such a good boy," Wanda whispered, kissing your cheek

"Our good boy." Nat corrected, pressing a kiss against the other.

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taschamonnii · 8 months

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Enchanted

You x Wanda Maximoff (MCU WandaVision - Elizabeth Olsen)

Angst/Smut

Summary: Enchanted strap because Wanda wants babies. There is still a plot and big sad energy because I have many issues. You get a back story so that things matter more and hit harder. Yes I am ridiculously adding feelings to some weird smut.

TW: SMUT, 18+, Enchanted Strap, Impregnating, GP!

Here is the title song: Enchanted By Taylor Swift

AN: I don’t want to talk about it. We are all going to hell and I am just dragging you all along with me lol I just have been seeing a lot of GP! With Wanda but most of the time it is Wanda with the GP! & I thought about how much she craves a family and got a weird idea. What can I say? My brain is a strange place. I really hope you all like it I surprised myself and really enjoyed writing it. I may want to write more of it but I just don't know if anyone else wants to see it.

Before you say anything just look at her and tell me you wouldn't do anything she asked!

Word Count: 2,632

Imagine This:

You are married to Wanda Maximoff. You both escaped the hero and villain scene after a close call. Wanda refused to lose you like she had lost everyone else she loved. You live in a cabin in the woods that is at the edge of a small town. You live a normal life. Well as normal as you can be with a witch as a wife and your own powers of hypersensitivity and mind reading. You both were part of the Avengers for a while. You were there after she had already lost Pietro. But you witnessed first hand losing Vision.

You were friends, all the avengers cared for each other that is what made you a team. However, you had a crush on Wanda the instant you saw her but you were always on different missions and Natasha told you her and Vision were a thing so you pushed your crush aside. You didn’t have time for it anyway Natasha was training you on basically everything and she consumed most of your time. Nevertheless, you became close friends with Wanda and Vision because Nat really cared for Wanda.

You may or may not have had a fling with Nat but it was supposed to be strictly physical even though half the time it ended up being cuddling. Things all changed when that ugly purple asshole came to earth and fucked everything. You had arrived with Nat to try and help even though your powers are practically useless in the battle scenarios. You end up trapped with Nat as Thanos surrounds you both by the earth with a stone. You watch helplessly as everyone tries to fight the Barney looking bastard. Until there is no one left except Wanda who is falling apart as she slowly destroys Vision's mind stone and in turn Vision. You can feel her pain even from where you are trapped. Her thoughts are so loud, it is as if her soul is screaming and crying and it shatters your heart. You watch on as she has to fight off Thanos as she continues to destroy the stone. The flash and force of her destroying the stone blinds you for a moment and when you look again she is on the ground and Thanos is touching her head. You have to watch as he turns back the time and throws her aside as he takes Visions stone. Wanda’s soul only screams louder to you. You watch as people start to turn to dust all around you and you grab Natasha’s hand squeezing it for dear life. You watch Wanda fade into dust into nothing and hear her soul's last strangled cry; it sounds like relief.

Natascha squeezes your hand harder. You look at her and both fight to escape and manage to get free running right to where Wanda just was. Nat gasps and folds in on herself grabbing at her sister's vest. You catch her before she falls to the ground. You know her sister and all the lives just lost weigh heavy on her. Her soul cries and you hold her thankful you still have her. She is your best friend and honestly all you really have. Especially now.

You work with Nat and the others that remain to figure out a plan to fix this, to bring everyone back. The plan was good. The plan worked but not without great sacrifice. You didn’t get to time travel, you had your own part to play. You hugged Natasha before she left and you wish you had never let her go, not that you could have stopped her.

Your mission was to retrieve people who come back if it worked. You went and waited in Wakanda. You brought Wanda and the others back and you consoled her the best you could. You understood the grief you’d lost all your family long ago and this whole thing just brought all that pain back to the surface. Wanda’s grief was the most painful thing you’d ever felt. Well except for the pain and grief you both feel when you return and learn Natasha sacrificed herself.

You both fell to the floor in a pile holding each other like your lives depended on it because well they did. You stayed practically hooked together barely ever letting go of some kind of physical contact. You share Nats bed and fall asleep crying wrapped up in each other. The team builds on the original plan to destroy Thanos for good. You and Wanda are on autopilot. You both have no one left. Sure there is Clint and the others who care about you both but no one else understands. The night before the epic end-all fight you confess your fears even though you know Wanda can hear them and you can hear hers and they are the same. You are afraid you will lose each other. You decide to voice your locked away feelings and kiss her.

The kiss is everything, it is life altering and she feels it too. It slows down time. It makes you both gasp for air and cling to each other harder. Like finding the last piece of a puzzle everything suddenly fits and makes sense and you can see a future with her something you’ve both never had the chance to dream of let alone have.

The battle is epic. Wanda almost kills Thanos all on her own. You think she would have if he hadn’t sabotaged his own soldiers to escape her wrath. You’ve never seen her so angry. You were stationed on a ship with others that didn’t have battle powers. Unfortunately the ship wasn’t a safer place and it got hit. Wanda barely got to you in time as it went down. When she did get to you she didn’t let you go. The way her soul spoke to you refusing to lose you. You locked your gaze on hers and had to fight tears getting lost in her tear filled emerald eyes. A silent promise was made between you. Your souls promise to never let go and never leave the other.

The battle ended soon after. Tony’s self sacrifice overshadowed everyone else especially Natasha’s and it was the extra solidification for you and Wanda to finally leave this life to go live a peaceful one alone.

That is how you ended up here in this little cozy cabin in the woods on the outskirts of a precious small town you call home. Happily married to Wanda. It’s been a few years and you both have never known peace like this. She is so happy and you are determined to keep her as happy as possible for the rest of your lives. So when she starts to talk about this aching feeling of missing something you try your hardest to understand.

She wants a family, a real family with you. She wants babies. More specifically, she wants to be pregnant. Even more specifically she wants you to get her pregnant and that you thought was pretty impossible but you have learned not to underestimate her powers. She wants everything her comforting sitcoms have and she is determined to have it all with you.

And that is how you have found yourself in this situation.

You are laying on your shared bed naked and flat on your back. She is naked on her knees in-between your legs. Her gaze is focused and intense; her green eyes map out every inch of you.

She nibbles on her bottom lip, a nervous habit. "I trust you, Wanda."

She glances up and meets your gaze, you're confident in her and trust her with your life. She moves to lean over you and lowers her lips to yours, capturing them in a searing kiss. A promise shared to be cautious as you both proceed. She leans back and smiles down at you. "I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Wanda."

Her gaze falls between your legs and red illuminates the room as she begins to manipulate reality. You hold yourself up on your elbows to watch completely in awe as a penis forms between your legs. You never thought this would be something you'd want. You admit you'd thought about what it would be like to be a man but never pictured you'd ever be like this.

Her magic fades and she slowly takes it in her soft hands and fuck her hands are softer than ever as she gently touches it. Touches you. You can feel everything. You can't help the soft sigh that leaves your lips and her gaze shoots up to your face.

"y/n, are you okay, my sweet girl?"

You nod "MMMM mmm hmm"

"Can you feel it?"

She runs her slender fingers up to the tip and slides her thumb softly over the slit there.

"Yes fuck Wanda that feels way too good. I don't know if I will be able to handle being inside you like this. It's so sensitive."

"I'll go slow."

You can feel it twitch and move on its own in her hands and as her deep raspy voice surrounds you. God you love her!

She leans down and you watch in awe as she just ghosts her lips against the tip. It feels like when she teases your clit with soft kisses only 100 times stronger! You can't help the whimper that leaves your lips.

She smirks and you can hear her thoughts. "I can't wait to taste you!"

"Fuck Wanda!"

She softly licks the tip and you throw your head back with a moan.

It feels so hard it's almost like it's pulsing like when your clit throbs begging for friction. She reads you and wraps her lips around the tip bringing it into her warm mouth.

"Fuck Wanda I can't! I'm gonna ah!"

She sucks gently and flicks her tongue and holds the rest of the shaft in her long slender fingers that you usually love inside of you. It's overwhelming, it's too much and you can't stop your hips from gently bucking. Your hands fist the sheets.

She sucks harder and squeezes you in her hands and that's it you erupt tumbling over the edge. A sort of plus runs up the shaft as you feel yourself cum and it's intense and weird to feel it shoot out the tip. It's short squirts pulsating. She moans and the vibrations have you whimpering. She sucks the tip dry with a pop and licks her lips. "You taste the same. Absolutely delicious!"

The way she talks and looks at you while she licks her lips has you twitching for more. You want her more than anything else. You run your hands through her hair and tug her up. You kiss her lips nipping softly at her lower lip. "Sit on my face. I need to taste you."

She whimpers as she kisses you harder. She moves effortlessly to hover over you and you can see how wet she is. You hold her hips and guide her closer. You latch onto her sucking and flicking your tongue. She moans breathlessly and you can feel yourself getting hard again. You can't get enough of her. You suck harder and she pulls your hair as she rocks her hips. Her legs squeeze around your head and you moan into her, sending her over the edge and making her crumple forward. She pulls away far too quickly but you can see it in her gaze as she slides her wet core against your abs. She leaves a trail down your body and you feel yourself twitch hard.

You groan as she lowers herself. She runs her slick heat against you and you twitch even more, getting harder she slicks your entire member and lifts herself up. Her gaze is locked on it so she can line herself up and your gaze is locked on her.

She glances up to check in and you nod before you both glance back down to watch her slick wet heat surround you. She goes slowly. She squeezes you tightly as she lowers herself all the way. You both sigh with relief.

She lifts back up halfway and slowly goes back down and you have to throw your head back as a moan escapes your throat. She's so wet and as she slowly moves she feels hotter. She bottoms out and just gyrates her hips for a bit and you can feel that you fit perfectly inside her fully. “You hit every spot baby. AH! You feel so good!”

She leans over you slowly coming down to kiss your lips. The position has you only half inside her and your body reacts needing to be inside her more. You bend your legs and move your hips sliding all the way in. You both moan into the kiss being able to feel so much pleasure with her whole body on top of you breasts pressed together and lips locked is fucking phenomenal! The angle also allows her to match your hips and soon you both find a rhythm that feels far too good. “I can’t do this for long. Wanda your so tigh-FUCK! You feel so GOOD!”

She hums happily against your neck and bites down sucking hard to leave her mark on your neck and it’s too much to have her all over you to feel her blazing skin and sweet sweat and hard nipples. Her hot breath against your skin, her tongue on your pulse all while being inside her tight soaking wet heat.

You buck your hips out of rhythm and she sits up putting her hands on your breasts as she looks down at you. She smirks and then you feel her tighten around you. You can’t stop the whimper that leaves your lips as she continues to purposely contract around you. You grab her hips hard. She sighs and moans and squeezes your boobs hard as she constricts you and slightly moves her hips up like she is trying to milk you and it works. You erupt even harder than before. Hot strings of your cum shoot inside her and have her coming hard pulsing and contracting around you even harder. She presses her hips down hard holding onto you making sure you fill her up as much as possible. It is a sight to see. Your hands grip her sides harder and she squeezes your breasts harder. Her own nipples are so hard you want them in your mouth desperately.

Her gaze finally meets yours after you both catch your breath “fuck that was so good baby I feel so full.”

She leans down and presses her lips to yours and moves her hands to tug your hair. Her hard nipples graze yours and you are so overwhelmingly sensitive that your body jolts and she bites your bottom lip. You whimper as she releases your lip from between her teeth. “Next time will be even better I want to fuck you so many different ways like this Wanda.”

“Mmm you have no idea baby girl I have so many ideas. I love coming with you!”

She sat up and bit her bottom lip before fidgeting with her fingers. You know she wants to ask something but she is blocking you from hearing her thoughts and she is hesitating. You sit up and suppress a groan at the feel of moving at all while still deep inside her. You caress her cheek softly with concern written on your face. “What is it, love?”

Her gaze locks on to you and your gaze softens. Her emerald eyes are so full of love.

“Would you let me get you pregnant? We could be pregnant together. We could create our family faster.”

AN: Who wants to see Wanda get the reader pregnant in the same way? Should I continue this or was this a horrible idea?

#wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #wlw #GP!#Enchanted strap #SMUT #Angst #Feels #Smut with Feels #Wanda deserves her lil happy family #we are all going to hell #idk where this came from I don't like dick

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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“ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ.” | ʙ. ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ

Bucky Barnes x Barton!Reader (Phoenix)

summary: Usually, Bucky would pick her up wherever she is, but today, with a night out with some of her fellow Avengers (and her brother), it wasn’t possible that her secret boyfriend could come and pick her up, would it?

word count: 2.3k

warnings: fluff, mention of alcohol, slightly drunk reader, more fluff, some curse words, Clint as the best brother in the world, we're ignoring Infinity War and Endgame for this one bye

author’s note: I need more Bucky writings in my life, so here is one.

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“So, [Y/N],” Natasha started while stirring her drink with the colorful straw accompanying the alcoholic beverage. The addressed looked up, almost unsure if she really wanted to know what the redhead tried to get out of her. “What’s the tea with that secret boyfriend of yours?” The woman choked on the portion of the very unnatural blue and purple drink she nursed for not that long, and Wanda next to her softly patted her upper back to get the drops of alcohol out of her friend's airways while she coughed violently.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nat,” [Y/N] answered after a few seconds to catch her breath again. The redhead smiled knowingly and nodded slowly. “Of course not, sweets.” Wanda next to her, chuckled behind her glass of something resembling a Raspberry Martini, but [Y/N] wasn’t sure if that was her drink of choice during this round or the last one… or the one before. “Remember, I can read minds,” the witch chuckled further, and the younger Barton looked at her other friend with wide eyes; her pupils were blown wide due to the alcohol and the rush of fear pulsing through her veins now.

But Wanda took one of her hands and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone, [Y/N/N]. I promise.” And [Y/N] knew her promise was more solid than a brick wall. That’s why she mumbled a Thanks, Wanda, before taking another sip through that obnoxious straw the bartender had chosen for the Avenger.

“What happened in your life the last few weeks, GI Joe? Need to keep me updated with all the back-to-back missions I had.” Clint had chosen the perfect moment to speak up from the other end of the table the group - consisting of Wanda, Nat, Clint, Scott, and herself - occupied ever since entering their preferred bar for such night outs of the compound. Few people would dare to talk to them to get a photo or autograph, the prices were reasonable, and the bartender tended to give them a free round somewhere along the night.

Rolling her eyes at that horrible nickname she had gained after enlisting for the US Army before transferring to the Navy, she showed Clint the finger. “I love you, Katniss, but suck my nonexisting dick.” The older Barton grinned like the proud big brother he was while Scott clapped his hands together and pointed in her direction. “Katniss Everdeen! That’s a great nickname, even better than Legolas. I will save that for later.”

After that, the group started to talk again instead of the pairs or small groups that had formed in the past 45 minutes, and [Y/N] finally had some alone time to take her phone out. The popping-up messages made her smile like a damn teenager, but she couldn’t control her facial expressions under the influence of alcohol, and she didn’t mind that. Her brain was too far gone for her own good.

I hope you’re having a great night, doll.

The nickname, even though he didn’t stand in front of her and said it out loud, made her heart race and her stomach flutter.

I have but I wish you could pick me up as always.

She didn’t need to wait long for another message.

I can come if you want.

An almost sad smile etched itself on her lips while typing another text.

Nah, it’s okay. I

I need more time

More like she evaded the inevitable conversation with her overprotective brother, who never could wrap his mind around the fact that his little sister was all grown up by now. She saved the world, for fucks sake, she was grown-up than others her age! But the stubborn moron on the other side of the table was too deep in his mind to see it - even though it was clear as day for everyone around him to see.

But the one Avenger who never missed was too blind to see what was right in front of him. Well, at least she thought he was.

He will come around. Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he’ll try to strangle me. First Bucky, then me. This will end in a disaster. Her thoughts tried to spiral into the abyss of anxiety and bottomless fear.

The only thing that pulled her out of this vicious circle was the vibration of her phone, and [Y/N] took another look at it. The new text instantly soothed her overworking mind, which had difficulties coming to terms with the situation it found itself in. In her defense, [Y/N] never had intended to fall in love with the brooding brunette with the troubled past, but after melting his exterior consisting of ice walls and mean stares, she had found a lost soul within a strange century who just wanted to feel at home. And she was more than willing to show Bucky all the love, happiness, and genuine companionship she had to offer (which was a lot).

I love you.

Bucky seemingly always knew when her mind had trouble keeping itself in check - one of the many things she loved about her super soldier.

From across the table, Clint watched his sister with a gentle expression in his eyes and knew that she was taken care of even if he wasn’t there himself and even though he was fully aware that she could handle herself pretty good. Nonetheless, it was his mission to make sure she was alright. Mainly because he would never be allowed in the comfort of his bed, his wife next to him, again if something would happen to the younger Barton - Laura had made sure that he understood that clearly.

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Giggling, [Y/N] hung between Clint and Scott while the trio walked out of the bar, Wanda and Nat close behind. “‘s not true! ‘m fully sober.” And with that, another fit of giggles erupted from the sunshine of the Avengers. The group grinned, even though the alcohol most definitely affected everyone, but the young Barton never had a high alcohol tolerance, to begin with. “Sure thing, munchkin,” her brother laughed as he pushed the last door open and released them into the warm summer night.

[Y/N] started to hit his shoulder but failed to maneuver her hand in the right direction. “I can walk a straight line if I have to! Mhm! Y’know why?” Scott patted her head as she tried to find the words. “You can definitely walk a straight line, Phoenix,” Ant-Man assured her, but she wanted to try it, so she pushed both men off her and steadied herself with outstretched hands. “‘m good! Alrighty! Conquering the world!” Taking several steps, she obviously didn’t walk straight and swayed in the direction of a street lamp on which she clung herself with both arms wrapped around the cool metal.

“‘m not drunk! Jus’ need a break of conquering.” [Y/N] really wanted to believe it herself, although her brain couldn’t comprehend her surroundings clearly anymore. And clinging to a street lamp post seemed like the best idea she had this entire evening. “You’re not drunk. We get it,” a new voice spoke up, and blinking, she raised her head off the chill metal post and looked in the vague direction the voice came from.

Bucky was standing next to his bike, her personal helmet already laying on the seat, a smirk displayed on his devilishly handsome face. A grin started to grow on her own face, and without thinking or considering her current state, the fearless (and sometimes reckless) Phoenix let go of the street lamp and started to run. Well, she attempted to run. In reality, it was more like a stumbling walk of shame she hopefully would never gain any memories about.

“Buckyyyyyyyy,” she greeted her secret boyfriend while jumping - falling - into his arms and wrapping her legs around his slender waist. His strong arms provided stability and security, with one of his arms under her bum and the other softly but tightly snaked around her waist to hold her as close as possible. [Y/N] peppered loving kisses all over his face and giggled at the feeling of his dark stubbles tickling her soft cheeks and lips. The super soldier closed his eyes for just a moment to relish in the feeling the woman in his arms always let him feel. The warmth spread from his heart to every single bone and muscle, and instantly, Bucky felt at home and at ease.

Gently, the brunette pressed his lips against her cheek and nuzzled his face against hers. “Hey, doll,” the man mumbled, the soft lips of his girlfriend already on his.

A cleared throat behind [Y/N]’s back reminded the woman of the small group she was with, and awkwardly, she climbed off Bucky but steadied herself on his arm. Focusing her eyes on everyone standing there, Phoenix felt the blood rushing into her cheeks and face, and she awkwardly cleared her throat as well. “So… Shit.”

Bucky tucked his best girl into his side, flesh arm around her slender shoulders and metal hand casually pushed into the pocket of the leather jacket he exclusively wore when riding his bike. Not because he needed the protection but because [Y/N] had let slipped how hot it made him look - even hotter than usual. And he loved how she looked at him when stopping in front of her to pick her up.

Nat looked very pleased, Wanda showed a soft smile, Scott was just confused as hell, and Clint… well. “Why aren’t y’surprised?!” His younger sister almost shouted, and the older Barton shrugged nonchalantly after throwing the bag strap over his shoulder. “Because I knew since that one mission in Manila,” he answered and taking out his phone to call an Uber for everyone. Blinking rapidly, [Y/N] did the math in her brain, and suddenly, her mouth was agape. “Tha’ mission was three months ago!”

Clint smirked while Bucky pressed a kiss on top of her head. “He was the one who texted me,” the soldier told his girlfriend, and now, everything seemed upside down. Looking from one man to the other, [Y/N] threw her hands up in the air. “Y’gonna kill me someday. Both of ya’!” With an exasperated sigh, the woman pressed her forehead against Bucky’s strong chest.

“Whatever.” Clint put his phone back into his jeans pocket. “Just promise me you’ll be safe and use protection and all that shit because I’m way too young to be the fun uncle. Have all my hands full with my own lot, don’t need another little one running around.” Showing him the finger again, [Y/N] turned to Bucky, pulled him down, and kissed him for everyone to see.

His arms instantly wrapped themselves around her waist, one hand softly resting on her lower back. He kissed her with all he had because she didn’t deserve less. Not with all the love and genuine devotion and adoration she treated and showed him constantly, even through the tiniest of gestures.

“Told you they are a thing,” Nat’s very pleased voice traveled over the busy New York street and sidewalk. Scott hummed and scratched his head. “Explains the overprotectiveness of Brooding Boy during missions. Everything makes sense now! Wow. Can’t wait for the mini soldiers running around. Imagine how cute they would be!” Grinning, he climbed into the already waiting Uber while Nat and Wanda laughed at the expression on Clint’s face. “Mini-what?! Nope, no, nothing of that sort will happen any time soon, Scott! Stop talking about it - that’s my baby sister!”

[Y/N] grinned as the small group minus her settled into the car - the Uber driver probably will have a heart attack or will hyperventilate after a look on his backseat - and let Bucky escort her to his trusty bike.

“He texted ya?” She asked softly while the Barnes took her helmet and gently put it on her head. He closed the clasp under her chin after nudging it up with his finger and pressed a kiss onto the corner of her mouth before straightening his posture again. “He did. Told me you looked a bit crushed towards the end, and you know how things work.” With an arm around her waist, Bucky pulled her close for another time and nuzzled his nose against hers. “I will always pick you up, doll, because it makes you happy, and it makes me feel a bit better. Less time for me to worry about’ya.”

Grinning up to him with that blissful grin due to the alcohol and all the endorphins rushing through her system, [Y/N] couldn’t comprehend her luck in life. “Y’are the best that could ever happen to lil ol’ me, James Barnes,” she whispered lovingly and kissed his knuckles, both flesh, and metal. Bucky grinned down at the woman he had sworn to love and protect whatever it might cost and couldn’t believe his luck. Ever since joining the Avengers and meeting this woman, his life had taken a turn for the better part.

“I have to say that, doll, so keep your pretty mouth shut and let me help you up there.” One last kiss to her nose tip, and Bucky grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the second seat on his bike as if she weighed nothing. Her drunk but happy giggle was the most adorable thing he had ever heard in his long life, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Getting onto the bike with her already behind him was an easy task by now. Immediately, the super soldier felt two arms wrapping themselves around his waist and a chest tightly pressed against his back. [Y/N]’s legs were securely tucked behind his own, and no piece of paper would fit between these two.

Throwing her a look over his shoulder, Bucky brushed his metal thumb over her knuckles. “Ready, little koala?” She nodded and put her chin on top of his right shoulder. “Always.”

And with that, the bike with the two Avengers awoke to life and sped over the nightly New Yorker streets.

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beefromanoff · 3 months

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Going Under Ch. 32

summary: I think this is what we'd call a missed connection?

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: Love You Too Much - Bee Gees

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

author’s note: HI AGAIN, I got this one up super quick because I was considering putting it in the last chapter but also wanted to get one out so I just made them into two. I want to go back and edit some of the last few chapters because I feel like I rushed through them and didn't give them as much TLC as the earlier ones, but I'll let you guys know if I do that so you can go back and reread. anyways, enjoyyyy! I promise I won't drag the angst out forever!

ilysm, thank you for reading! please let me know what you think!

chapter list

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Bucky

The Quinjet sliced through the night sky, the city lights of Manhattan twinkling below. Inside, the atmosphere was tense, an undercurrent of excitement and anxiety palpable. Bucky sat in the pilot’s seat, his jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the approaching skyline.

Natasha and Wanda exchanged a glance before Nat finally broke the silence, "Okay, Barnes, what exactly is the plan when we get there?"

Bucky glanced back at them, uncertainty in his eyes. "I... I don't know. Just need to see her, you know?"

Wanda raised an eyebrow, "See her or talk to her?"

He sighed. "Both, I guess. I messed up, and I finally realize it and…I just need to fix it."

Natasha crossed her arms, studying him intently. "This is a pretty big swing for one night, Buck. Are you sure you’re ready for this?"

“Aren’t you the ones who dragged my ass out of the gym to stage an intervention, like six hours ago? Wasn’t this the goal?”

“Of course, the goal was to get you to pull your head out of your ass,” Nat shifted in her chair, tugging the hem of her dress down. Neither she or Wanda was thrilled to be told they were either getting ready on the jet or getting left behind. “I just expected you to, I don’t know…think it through for a little longer before making your grand gesture.”

"I know," he admitted, a pained expression flickering across his face. "But seeing those pictures tonight...seeing my girl with my friends…I had all of that in my life and I ruined it. I need to make things right. I know it sounds crazy but I just…I don’t want to waste any more time than I already have."

Both women gave a soft, knowing smile. “Okay.” Nat squeezed his arm. “Let’s go win her back.”

The Quinjet descended toward the landing pad on the Avengers’ Tower. A quick hundred story descent in the elevator, and they were stepping out onto the streets of Manhattan. As arranged, a car was waiting to take them the few blocks to the lounge that Nat had confirmed their friends were still at.

As the car doors opened after a short, tense drive, the sounds of the city flooded in – distant traffic, the murmur of late-night debauchery. The trio stepped out, immediately beginning to draw attention as they walked to the front of the line.

Wanda nudged Bucky. "Remember, you're here to talk, not to make a scene. We're in public, and Gianna deserves better than a dramatic confrontation."

Bucky nodded, his resolve solidifying. The bouncer eyed them skeptically. "Invitation only." Stepping forward, Bucky let out a low growl as he pushed up the sleeve on his shirt. Like hell if some steroid-brained security guard was going to derail his plan. Before he could take matters into his own hands, a delicately manicured one stopped him.

Natasha flashed a smile and flipped her hair over her shoulder.. "Check the list again."

The bouncer’s eyes widened, immediately recognizing Natasha, and let them through with a nod.

“I had it under control.” Bucky grumbled sheepishly.

“I know you did.”

Gianna

The thumping of the bass reverberated in her chest as Gianna found herself caught up in the night and fully losing track of time. Tony and Sam were leading the charge, going shot for shot with a bachelorette party they’d met at the bar. Somewhere on the dance floor, Madison was dancing with a still-starstruck Peter, who was doing everything in his power to keep her from toppling over.

Amidst the chaos, Gianna spotted Steve sitting in a plush corner booth, offering a reprieve from the noise. He raised his beer to her, gesturing for her to join him as she desperately tried to untangle herself from the crowd. Gianna slid into the booth gratefully, shielded from the cacophony around them.

"So, how's life, Cap?" She smiled, sipping on her drink. She’d been nursing the same espresso martini since they’d arrived over an hour ago, he noticed.

Steve chuckled. "You know, same old. Saving the world, the usual stuff."

"Boring day job," she teased. The conversation was light, easy. It had always flowed between them before and didn’t seem to be too different now. Although there was no mistaking the hint of guilt, of pity that Gianna could see in his eyes. Like he felt bad for her or somehow held himself responsible for his best friend’s actions. Maybe she was misreading it, and it wasn’t either of those things. Maybe it was just sadness, seeing what could have existed if Bucky hadn’t done what he thought he had to.

As if reading her mind, Steve took a more serious tone. “We all miss you, G. It hasn’t been the same since you left.”

Gianna paused, her gaze drifting to the twinkling lights of the club. “I miss you guys too. More than you know.” A moment passed where neither of them spoke. Steve followed her gaze into the crowd, the noise seeming thousands of miles from their booth.

"How's he doing?" Gianna bit her lip after speaking, her voice so soft that anyone other than a super soldier wouldn’t have caught it.

Steve sighed, his expression briefly clouded. "He's...struggling. It hasn’t been easy on him either. We’ve been trying to help out, but you know Bucky; he's not great at expressing himself."

"Yeah," Gianna acknowledged, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips before faltering. "I wish... I wish he had just talked to me."

Steve nodded, understanding reflected in his eyes. "He's got his demons. Sometimes, most of the time, he fights them alone. Even I don’t know half the battles he’s waging."

“I’m glad he has you. Even if he chooses to do it alone…I’m glad he isn’t.”

A somber quiet settled between them, strobe lights above the dance floor casting shadows in the dimly lit booth. Steve set his bottle down on the table and leaned forward onto his elbows. “You aren’t alone either, you know. We’re all here if you need us.”

Gianna gave a half smile before raising her glass to her lips and finally polishing off the martini. A cocktail waitress, likely hoping for either a photo or a large tip, immediately swooped in with a fresh one and whisked the empty glass away. Steve watched her take a sip and didn’t fail to notice that she was suddenly drinking a lot more quickly after the mention of Bucky.

“How are you doing, G? Really?” His voice was soft.

Gianna paused, eyes staring blankly ahead. For a moment, the public facade dropped. The smile, the rosy cheeks. Her eyes looked gaunt, exhausted. "I love him, Steve. I probably always will. But right now, I... I can’t stand him for what he did." She set her jaw. “I am so angry. All the time. I don’t know how to feel anything else. I was happy before him, or at least I thought I was. I didn’t know what I was living without, and then…there was Bucky. He was everything and he made me feel everything and life was just…better. Brighter. I thought I had everything, but once I met him, I realized I’d walk away from it all and never look back so long as I was walking with him.”

She slowly twirled the stem of her glass between her fingers, smiling sadly. “I found what I was missing. Or so I thought. Then…he just pulled away. I could feel it, you know.” She met Steve’s eyes. “When I started losing him. I didn’t want to believe it. I told myself it was something else, it wasn’t us. Things between us were perfect. Then they just…weren’t. It felt like I was stabbed and I couldn’t stop the bleeding. I just had to sit there and watch the life leak out of me. Then, right when I thought I knew pain, he came in and destroyed me for good.”

Her lower lip quivered, but Steve knew she wasn’t done speaking. He had a feeling she hadn’t really been listened to since she left, maybe even before that. A pang of guilt hit him in the chest.

“He wasn’t supposed to leave. He was the one person who saw me. He was supposed to be here…he was supposed to stay. I was fine on my own, I liked my life. But Bucky…” A single tear slid down her cheek, cutting through her perfect makeup. “He came into my life and made me realize everything I could have, everything I was missing. He let me fall in love with him and then he fucking left. Now I’m here, alone again, telling myself it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all but that’s just bullshit. I would rather have never felt love than to have felt it and now have this gaping hole in my heart where he was supposed to be.” Her fist hit the table hard enough to rattle the glass.

The intensity of the moment seemed to surprise her, jolting her back into her poised persona. “Damn,” She mustered a soft smile. “This is why I don’t drink vodka.”

Steve's gaze was soft, concerned. He opened his mouth to speak before being distracted by a group approaching their booth. Gianna saw them first, eyes brightening as she recognized someone. Quickly brushing the tear off her cheek, she slid out of the booth to greet them. A brunette man led the charge, pulling her into a friendly hug. As he pulled back, Steve recognized him as the actor set to play Bucky in an upcoming movie. The one Steve had encouraged him to sign off on. Watching Gianna embrace the man who looked shockingly like his friend, albeit with smaller stature, he felt slightly guilty. He reminded himself that as much as he tried to protect Bucky, he was a grown man who made his own choices, and this was the result of one of those choices. Deciding to be polite, he slid out of the booth after Gianna and waited for a chance to introduce himself. Noticing his presence behind her, Gianna stepped to the side and gestured between the two men.

"This is Sebastian Stan, a good friend of mine. Seb, this is Steve, Captain America himself." She smiled easily.

Sebastian extended a hand, and Steve shook it with as genuine of a smile as he could muster. "A man who needs no introduction. It’s an honor."

"Nice to meet you. A friend of Gianna’s is a friend of mine." Steve replied, the noise of the lounge already making him want to retreat to his booth. Sebastian seemed nice enough, but he didn’t exactly want to stay and exchange life stories. As he excused himself to handle the small matter of Sam hoisting a petite brunette onto his shoulders for some unknown reason, he heard their conversation continue behind him.

"Long time no see. How was the week?" Gianna asked.

Sebastian chuckled. "Well, your advice has been invaluable. I'm starting to understand the guy a bit more. As much as anyone can. I know I say it every time I see you, but seriously, thank you for your help."

Gianna leaned back against the plush booth, sipping her drink. "It's not every day you get to help someone play your ex on the big screen, right?"

Sebastian laughed heartily. "True, true. But seriously, your insights have been gold. I’m sure it isn’t easy, but I’m sure he’d appreciate knowing you care enough to help me get it right.”

Gianna nodded, her expression thoughtful before she decided to shift gears, winking. "Just thank me in your Oscar acceptance speech and we’ll be even.”

Bucky

The lounge was alive with energy, the music pulsing through the air. In the hour it had taken them to get to the doorstep, the place had hit capacity. The line stretched around the block with people hoping to get a chance to party with their favorite celebrities. The low lit room was teeming with people. Some on the dance floor, some at the bar, some huddled in the plush booths lining either side of the room. This was exactly the kind of place he never wanted to be. Too many sounds, too many people. Maybe if he could actually get as drunk as all the other patrons, it wouldn’t be half bad. Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible. So he hated nightlife. Tonight, it was a necessary evil.

Spotting Gianna across the crowded room, Bucky's heart quickened. She was facing the right side of the room, talking to someone blocked by the crowd. She was smiling, laughing, the same way she always seemed to be photographed lately.

Bucky took a deep breath, the noise of the crowd fading as he focused on the task at hand. Nat and Wanda flanked him, silent support in the midst of the chaos. He made a mental note to thank Wanda for her solidarity. On any other night, she would have fled as soon as they got inside. She loved places like this. Tonight, she hadn’t budged from his side. Taking a deep breath, he began to weave through the crowd.

As Bucky navigated the crowded space, his eyes scanned the room until they again landed on Gianna. This time, he paused. The sight of her happiness, genuine and infectious, was both a balm and a dagger to his heart. From this closer vantage point, he could see her so clearly. Clear enough that he could tell her smile wasn’t fake. Close enough that he could see exactly who it was that she was talking to.

Heartache surged through him, icy in his veins. His breath caught. A whirlwind of emotions churned within him. Jealousy, regret, and a sense of unworthiness surged back to the forefront. He was torn between the desire to interrupt, to hold her and tell her he was sorry and beg her to forgive him. To tell her he loved her and would never make such a stupid decision again. He was torn between the reason he came and the realization that Gianna appeared truly, genuinely happy.

The internal conflict waged on, and finally, he made his choice. Gianna looked content. She was here in her element, with the kind of people she was supposed to be with, her laughter was genuine, and he couldn't bring himself to disturb that.

He turned away, face solemn.

"Bucky?" Natasha's eyes were sharp, reading the turmoil etched across his face.

He shook his head. "Not tonight. I can't... It's not the right time. You were right.”

Natasha exchanged a knowing look with Wanda, but Bucky interrupted before either of them could speak. “I’m sorry I dragged you all the way out here. You guys should stay, have a good time. Tell the others I said hey.” He forced a smile, trying to look like he wasn’t falling apart inside. “I’ll hang back at the tower. Don’t get into too much trouble.”

He tousled Wanda’s hair before turning to leave, his broad frame weaving through the club's patrons like a ghost. The two women watched as Bucky, cloaked in shadows and the weight of his own decisions, departed from the club alone.

Gianna

A flash of red hair caught her eye over Sebastian’s shoulder, immediately grabbing her attention.

“Nat?” Her voice was overjoyed. “Wanda?!”

"G!” Wanda squealed, running the last few steps between them and engulfing her into a rib-crushing hug that Nat joined.

“What are you guys doing here?!” Gianna beamed, forgetting about the conversation she had just left.

Natasha smirked. "Well, we couldn’t let the guys have all the fun, now could we?”

“You’ve got some catching up to do, if you’re looking to compete with them.” Gianna grinned, gesturing to the bar, where Tony was now doing a rockette-style dance with half the bachelorette party.

“Say no more.” She gestured to the lingering cocktail waitress. “Three tequila shots, please.” Her eyes darted to Steve, sheepishly standing by the bar after a failed attempt to corral Sam. “Make that four.”

Gianna’s smile faltered, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Guys…I'm sorry I haven't kept in touch. It's just...It hurt too much. I wasn’t ready yet."

Wanda gave her a sympathetic smile. "We understand, G. We didn’t think a thing of it. But we’re here now, we missed you like crazy, and we have so much catching up to do!" She waggled her eyebrows at Sebastian, chatting with the group he came with in Gianna’s absence.

She rolled her eyes, waving off Wanda with a laugh. "You guys have no idea how much I needed this. Hey, why don't you come stay with me for a few nights? Catch up for real. I can show you my new place and everything!"

Natasha nodded immediately. "Hell yes. We missed our girl time." She linked arms with Gianna. “And our girl. Plus it’s been a total sausage fest at the compound and we need to get away from all the testosterone.”

They laughed and fell back into friendship like there had never been any pain or separation at all. Nat dragged Steve over to take the shot with them, and Gianna caught the way his eyes lit up when he saw her there. Right after the look of pleasant surprise, his brow furrowed and his eyes darted past her scanning the crowd. Barely perceptibly, Nat caught his eye and shook her head.

Gianna furrowed her brow, feeling like there was more to the story. However, before she could press, Wanda grabbed her arm.

“Let’s dance, I just saw Peter and -- oh my god, is that Madison Beer?!”

As they walked, Gianna couldn't help but cast a glance toward the entrance, a flicker of hope in her heart. She wished, just for a moment, that someone else would walk through that door. Someone she missed more than she cared to admit. But, with a sigh, she shook off the thought, determined to give herself over to the buzz from the tequila and the night with her friends.

#avengers #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #winter soldier #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #winter soldier fluff

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buthearmeouttho · 8 months

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If I was part of the mcu (Pt. 10) (my contact names for the avengers + side characters)

Natasha: 🕷️Nat🕷️

Wanda: Wanda:D

Steve: Bomb pop man with the star spangled frisbee

Clint: Legolas’s secret apprentice

Tony: Tin Man

Bruce: Big Brain

Peter: The itsy bitsy spider

Yelena: Pockets✨✨

Bucky: Trauma amputee

Vision: Toaster with the Thoughts

Sam: Big Bird from Sesame Street.

Rhodes: Tin Man 2

Scott: The Short Magic Man

#funny #random #incorrect marvel quotes #if i was part of the mcu #Just what I’d probably have them as in my phone #incorrect quotes #for no reason

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munsonfamilyband · 1 year

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My brain has decided that it wants to start a new fic even though I’m currently writing one 🤷‍♀️

A Captain America AU popped into existence in my brain today and I will be writing it but for now, here’s the character list

Steve is Steve Rogers: this feels self explanatory but only child with a desperate need to help others, pushed into the spotlight with a forced persona, deeply lonely

Eddie is Bucky Barnes: this is mostly because of the Kas theory but also because Bucky is headcanoned to use a lot of pet names too

Chrissy is Peggy Carter: there won’t be any Steve Peggy romance but Chrissy feels like such a perfect match for Peggy

Vecna/Henry is Redskull: duh

Robin is Sam Wilson: I was torn between her being Nat or being Sam but I decided that her personality matches Sam better

Nancy is Natasha Romanoff: see above reasoning

Jonathan is Clint Barton: I’ve decided to just make a big polycule so I can have all my marvel ships be happy

Argyle is Laura Barton: see above lol

Hopper is Tony Stark: dude was held captive by a foreign power for information, that feels like enough

Joyce is Bruce Banner: she just has the vibe I guess

Murray is Thor: vibes

Brenner is Alexander Pierce: duh

Dr. Owens is Nick Fury: this one was tough but it feels like a good match as both of them compartmentalize a lot

I don’t know if I’ll include the kids at any point but I do have them casted

El is Wanda Maximoff: again, duh

Will is Pietro Maximoff: I couldnt separate the wonder twins

Max is Yelena Belova: she just fits so perfectly

Dustin is Peter Parker: he’s such a nerd

Lucas is Kate Bishop: this is entirely because of the slingshot

Mike is the only one I can’t pick a specific character for so any suggestions would be helpful

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #Captain America AU #the whole thing that led to this was me getting slapped in the face with the scene of Steve in the bar after Bucky dies #then I pictured it as Steve and Eddie and THEN I pictured Steve waking up in the future and being so mad because he didn’t want to wake up

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castawaycat · 2 years

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By Your Side

I copied this story from my Ao3 account. It was just easier to copy and paste and then edit it as best as I could on my phone. This story was requested by someone who has struggled with epilepsy for several years. I also struggle with seizures though not from epilepsy. So I did my best to describe the emotions one feels during a Grand Mal seizure. I hope that whoever reads this Drabble will feel comfort. Thank you for reading and for all the support.

Wandanat x female reader

You groaned in pain when you woke up to the sound of your alarm. Your head was throbbing and you wondered if you were having another migraine. The migraines had been happening more frequently; and you and your doctors were confused as to why you were having them.

“Y/n, are you alright? Is your head hurting again?” Wanda asked as she walked into the bedroom and handed you a cup of warm tea. Your doctors had suggested you stop consuming caffeine, so you had made the switch to drinking tea.

“I think I’m going to call into work today. My head is killing me.” You said as you shut your eyes tightly as you felt a stabbing pain in your head.

Wanda eyed you carefully as she placed a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll email your boss for you. Why don’t you go back to sleep? Nat will be home soon. Maybe we can all relax and have a movie night?”

You nodded your head, “ I’d love that. Thanks Wanda.” You said as you laid back down and smiled when Wanda tucked you in.

“Sweet dreams my love.” Wanda whispered before she gently shut the bedroom door.

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You woke up from your nap feeling dazed and confused. You found yourself standing in the backyard just staring off into space. You jumped when you felt someone touch your shoulder.

Natasha and Wanda had been freaking out for the past hour trying to find you. They felt relieved and worried when they found you standing frozen in the middle of the backyard. They had been trying to get your attention for over five minutes.

“Detka, you’re scaring us. Please let us know if you can hear us.” Natasha said as she finally placed her hand reassuringly on your shoulder.

You looked at her confused as you took in your surroundings. “Why are we outside?” You asked as you tried to remember when you had even gone outside. The last thing you remembered was Wanda tucking you in bed.

“Love, I think it’s time we go visit Bruce and Helen. We’re worried about you. You wandered off and we didn’t know where you went. You don’t even know how you got here.” Wanda said as she tried to keep her voice down.

“Can we just have our movie night? It’s probably just stress. I have been working long hours at work for this huge project. I’m off tomorrow. If it makes you feel better I’ll go see Bruce and Helen then.” You said stubbornly as you began to walk back towards the house.

Wanda and Natash both let out a frustrated sigh; it wasn’t what they had wanted to hear. But they didn’t want to argue and cause you more stress.

You were tired of seeing doctors and having them tell you that you were overreacting. None of your tests showed any reason for concern and some hospitals even put you down as a possible drug addict. Deep down you knew that Bruce and Helen would listen to you, but you were also terrified to find out the true reason for the sudden headaches. Google was no help as it always implied that you had cancer or a brain tumor.

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Natasha walked into the living room and placed your favorite blanket on top of you as you got comfy on the couch. “What movie do you want to watch, detka?” She asked as she cuddled next to you.

“Let me guess? You want to rewatch the Star Wars movies again.” Wanda said as she brought a big bowl of popcorn and sat on the other side of you. She had already turned on Disney+ and had it selected to show all the Star Wars movies.

You were a huge fan especially of the older movies. Most people complained about the poor cgi and special effects; but you preferred them over the newer Star Wars movies.

Natasha pretended to be annoyed with your movie selection; but she enjoyed seeing the happiness in your eyes every time you watched the movies.

Both Natasha and Wanda watched as your body twitched anytime there were bright flashing lights on the screen. At first they thought you were just cold.

Your heart was beating fast as the stabbing pain in your head had intensified. You did your best to ignore the pain and enjoy the movie; but every time a lightsaber would clash with another the pain grew into an electric feeling. The pain spread from your head to the rest of your body and within seconds your whole body began to convulse.

Natasha was quick to react as she got up quickly and moved you to lay on your side. “Wanda, she’s having a seizure. I need you to turn off the TV. I think the flashing lights are triggering her. Call Bruce.” She said frantically as she did her best to keep you from accidentally hurting yourself.

Tears fell down your cheeks as you convulsed even harder. It felt like electricity was pulsing through your body at rapid rates. You were aware of what was happening; but it was like you had no control of your body.

“Y/n, stay with me baby. We’re right here. Bruce is on his way. I need you to breathe.” She said to you as she watched in horror as you had stopped breathing a few times.

Your convulsions stopped for a few seconds before your body began to seize a second time.

“Damnit, where is Bruce?!” Wanda said frustratingly as she paced back and forth anxiously. She felt helpless as she watched you struggling to breathe.

Natasha was doing her best to make sure you didn’t choke on the foam that was now forming in your mouth. She didn’t even realize she was crying as she watched your eyes roll back.

The convulsions had finally stopped and you were still unconscious. Your eyes were open but they were glazed over and you weren’t responding to anything or anyone.

“Detka, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay. I need you to keep breathing. Please stay with us.” Natasha begged you as her voice shook.

“I’m here. I got here as fast as I could.” Bruce said as he quickly moved over to you. With speed and precision he placed an IV in your arm and gave you anti-seizure medications, muscle relaxers and anti-nausea medication through the IV. He checked your pulse and listened to your heartbeat.

“Will she be okay?” Wanda asked as placed a shaky kiss to your forehead. Your eyes had closed and you looked completely exhausted.

Bruce gave Wanda and Nat a reassuring look. “I’m not sure. She’s stable right now. I need to run several tests to identify what’s causing her to have seizures. Have you noticed anything off about y/n lately?”

Wanda nodded her head, “she’s been getting migraines for over a year now. Recently she’s been zoning out, wandering off, forgetting where she is or what she’s doing.”

“It sounds like epilepsy. I won’t be sure until I do tests. Let’s get her to medbay and we will go from there.” Bruce said as he carefully picked you up and placed you on the stretcher he had brought with him.

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You looked so small lying down on the giant hospital bed connected to all the machines monitoring your vitals.

Wanda looked worriedly at Natasha who hadn’t said a word since they had arrived at medbay. “Nat, it’s okay detka. It’s okay to break. You’re safe.” She said as she watched her girlfriend's defenses fall.

Nat crumpled to the floor as she let out silent sobs. She had watched so many people die, she was a trained killer. Yet nothing was as terrifying as watching you struggle to live. She was terrified as she held you on your side; the only thing she could do was remind you that you weren’t alone and hope that you could hear her voice. “I should have made her see Bruce sooner. What if it’s too late? I… I can’t lose her.” Nat said in between sobs as she began to panic.

Wanda fell to her knees and wrapped Natasha in her embrace and rocked back and forth. “This isn’t your fault. Y/n is strong and stubborn as hell, she’s going to pull through.”

Natasha held onto Wanda as she started to rebuild her walls. She wiped away her tears and did her best to even out her breathing. “Thank you, detka. YA lyublyu vas.”

“I love you too. Come let’s go check on y/n.” Wanda said as she helped Natasha get off of the floor.

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Your whole body felt heavy and sore as you had started to wake up. The medications that were given to you made it hard for you to come to your senses.

“Y/n, baby it’s okay. You’re safe. We are at medbay, you had a few seizures.” Wanda said as she held your hand.

“Nat?” You asked as you did your best to open your eyes to find her.

Panic filled your chest when you couldn’t find her. You knew how terrified she must’ve been to have seen you so weak, vulnerable, and sick. Wanda had always been the understanding one. The one to give you space when it comes to you finding answers about your health. Natasha on the other hand would often argue with you about being vigilant on getting answers. You, Wanda and Yelena are all the family that she really has and losing you would crush her.

You knew that you were selfish and stupid for not going to get seen by Bruce and Helen sooner. The headaches, confusion and now seizures had taken control of your life, you were just scared to find the cause for it happening; but in waiting for answers it felt as though you were losing Natasha.

Wanda shook her head as she felt and heard all of your dark thoughts. “She’s not mad at you, detka. She’s worried about you. We both are.” Her voice broke as tears filled her eyes, “we don’t want to lose you. If Bruce hadn't gotten to us in time… I don’t know if you would still be with us.”

Tears fell down your face as the fear and guilt sank heavy on your chest. “I’m sorry. I should’ve just listened to you and Nat. I was just scared and tired. Tired of being told that I’m crazy, or that there’s nothing wrong with me. It was exhausting having to argue with doctors and call into work just for a stupid headache. Still, I should have gone. What if I’ve made everything worse by putting it off?” You said as you started to cry.

Your heart rate was spiking from the anxiety. You turned away from Wanda, “are… are you both breaking up with me?”

Wanda’s mouth dropped open in surprise when you had asked her. She shook her head as she moved closer to you and cupped your face gently in your hands. “Y/n, look at me. There is nothing that could make us even think about leaving you or breaking up with you. We love you detka. You know how much Nat loves you. It’s hard for her to see you hurting and there’s nothing that she can do… that we can do to help you. Through sickness and in health we love you.” She said as she pulled you carefully into her embrace.

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Natasha walked in your hospital room as she had heard the whole conversation between you and Wanda. She felt guilty that she hadn’t been there when you had woken up; but she needed a moment to calm down. As soon as her eyes met with yours she could see pain in your eyes and facial expression.

“Nat… I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” You repeatedly apologized as you fidgeted with the tape that was keeping your IV line in place.

Natasha rushed to your side as she held you in her arms. “Oh baby, it’s okay. Shhh… stop apologizing. I’m not upset with you. If anything I’m upset with myself. I should’ve done more than just argue and push you to get seen. You shouldn’t have had to go to the hospital and doctors alone. You are more important to us than our missions. We promise that you won’t have to go through this alone and I’m so sorry that you even had to fear me leaving you.” She said sadly as she looked into your eyes which were now red and puffy from crying.

You nodded your head as you took in her words. You felt secure and safe surrounded by Wanda and Nat. Most of your fears had melted as your girlfriends did their best to reassure you. After such an emotional conversation you felt completely exhausted and began to drift off to sleep as Natasha and Wanda held you.

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Hours passed as you slept and Bruce had done every single test imaginable. He walked into your room just as you had started to wake up.

“Y/n, I have some good and bad news for you.” He said solemnly.

“The good news is that you don’t have cancer or any tumors.”

Natasha and Wanda relaxed into their seats upon hearing the good news. Natasha held your hand tightly as she spoke up first, “and the bad news?”

“The bad news is that you have epilepsy. Based on your EEG (Electroencephalogram) results it indicates that your brain activity shows all the signs of epileptic seizures. I think it’s safe to say that bright flashing lights are one of your triggers, stress is another thing that can trigger a seizure.” He said as he spoke slowly, making sure you were able to process everything he was saying.

Your voice cracked as you felt a mix of emotions, “what is the plan of treatment?” You asked as you tried to stay in control of your emotions. On one hand you felt thankful to finally have a diagnosis, but you also felt afraid.

What would having epilepsy mean for you? Would you still be able to drive, hold down a job, have children? What would your life look like? You had always been independent and the thought of losing your independence scared you.

Bruce cleared his throat as he looked down at his clipboard, “for now I’m prescribing you anti-seizure medication. They might make you feel very tired and dizzy until your body gets used to them. I highly suggest you take off work, as I’ve said before stress can trigger seizure activity. Screen time should be limited and try to be mindful of consuming caffeine. I want to observe you on the anti-seizure medications for the next few days.”

Both Wanda and Nat thanked Bruce as they walked him out of the room. They were relieved to know that your diagnosis was manageable.

You felt overwhelmed from the news of your diagnosis. You felt as though your whole life was changing.

Wanda and Nat joined you on the hospital bed as they held you in their embrace. “Detka, I know all of this is scary and unknown, whatever happens we will always be right here by your side.” They both reassured you as they kissed away the tears that fell down your face.

You didn’t know what the future held for you; but one thing was for sure. You had the love and support from your girlfriends and with them by your side, you knew you could face anything.

#wandanat imagine #wandanat x reader #natasha x reader #marvel avenergers #wandanat #natasha romanoff #fluff #natasha imagine #wandanat request #epilepsy #epilepsy awareness #hurt/comfort

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andydrysdalerogers · 2 years

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Memory ~ Steve Rogers

Summary: When you come back from a mission injured, you don't remember anything... or anyone...

Word Count: 5k+

Songs:

Remember Me – Performed by Nick Pitera The Scientist – Coldplay - performed by Corinne Bailey Rae Good Thing – Reel Big Fish Kiss Me – Ed Sheeran

Warnings: traumatic brain injury, angst, fluff, a really cute teddy bear and really smad Steve...

YN, where are you?

"I'm on my way. Thirty seconds." You were running towards the jet, the mission a complete failure. The rest of your team on this mission, Tony, Rhodey and Sam were already there, waiting for you. You were separated and got caught on your own. You had been lucky so far, managing to take down all the HYDRA agents you encountered. You could see the jet in your line of vision and your thoughts drifted to Steve. That tiny distraction allowed an explosion to throw you against a tree, hitting your head.

YN!

That was the last thing you heard before darkness engulfed you.

Steve waited anxiously for the jet to arrive. It was hard enough for you and him to be on separate missions but his needed to be a deep cover mission while yours was supposed to be easy. Sam and Tony promised they would watch over you. He rocked on his heels and then his heart leaped into his throat when he saw the jet approaching. Bruce appeared with the gurney and Bucky came to stand by Steve. "She'll be ok, punk." Steve merely nodded.

The jet landed and the men rushed forward. You were lying on the center table, a bandage wrapped around your head, cuts and bruises decorating your arms and face. Steve picked you up to place you in the gurney. "Baby, can you hear me?"

"She hasn't responded since the explosion Cap," Sam explains. "Her vitals have been ok but so far no response."

"Let's get her to medical and run the scans," Bruce said. Bucky, Steve, Sam and Bruce pushed the gurney to medical with Tony and Rhodey following closely. Bruce immediately drew blood and started to push you towards the MRI. He stopped Steve from entering. "I can't let you in there, Steve. It will be about half an hour for the scans and then another hour for the results. I'll let you back in when we are done."

Steve nodded and went back to the living room where the rest of the team waited. Tony had poured himself a drink, trying to calm his nerves. Natasha, Wanda and Vision had joined the guys, waiting for news. "Bruce is running test. We won't know for a while," Steve explained. He paced the floor, deep in thought.

Nat was the first to speak. "What happened? I mean, it was supposed to be an easy recon mission."

Tony threw back the drink in his hand. "We got separated. I went in with her and they were waiting. I went to cover her and she got pushed into another hallway. She did great until we got out in the open. Then I don't know how they got the drop on her. The rest of the us had made it to the jet. I saw her and a second later there was an explosion and then she flew into the tree."

Hearing the story made Steve snap. "You were supposed to be watching her," he muttered. He looked up. "You fucking promised me that you would take care of her."

Bucky got up seeing the rage building in Steve's face. "Steve, breathe man." He grabbed for Steve's arm but Steve shook him off.

"They all promised me that she would be safe, that my fiancé would come home to me in one piece." Steve had fury in his eyes, the veins bulging in his arms and neck.

"Steve, we're sorry. We didn't know," Sam tried to explain.

"I trusted you Sam. I fucking trusted you. You're supposed to be my best friend. You fucking promised me that you would have her six! So why is she in the god damn med bay?!"

Nat stood up. "Steve, that's enough." He whipped his head at Nat. "It was an accident, Steve. She's alive and they brought her home," she said gently.

Finally, Steve broke down. Nat wrapped her arms around Steve as he started to cry. "I almost lost her."

Bruce walked back in. "She's stable but still unconscious. Steve, if you want, you can sit by her bedside."

Steve went in and saw you in the medical bed, an IV in your arm, oxygen in your nose. You looked so small but peaceful. Steve leaned in and kiss your forehead. "I'm here love."

For a week, Bucky, Sam and Steve kept vigil at your bedside, while the rest of the team handled everything else. Steve rarely left your side, holding your hand. Sam and Bucky had to convince him to eat something, rest, shower, reminding him how angry you would be if he didn't take care of himself.

On the eighth day, Steve was finally sleeping, exhaustion taking over him. Sam sat by your bedside, reading a book to you. He heard a noise and looked down at you, shock hitting him as your YEC eyes stared up at him. "Holy shit."

"Where am I?" you demanded.

"You are in the medical bay. Let me get Bruce." Sam rushed out of the room while you laid on the bed, looking around.

Bruce came in with Sam. "Hi, welcome back." He started to check everything over. "How do you feel?"

"Sore." Bruce went to check on your heart but you recoiled. "Don't touch me!"

Bruce stepped back. Sam moved forward. "YN, sweetheart, we are just trying to check on you."

"Who the hell is YN?"

Sam's mouth dropped open and looked at Bruce. Bruce looked at you, sympathy crossing his face. "Ok, my name is Bruce. This is Sam. We are part of the Avengers. Just like you. Your name is YN. You are an agent."

You looked into this gentle man's face and understood that he wasn't lying to you. "My name is YN?"

"Yes. You took a blow to your head about a week ago and you have been unconscious since then. Do you remember that?"

You shook your head. You sat up and pushed yourself to the corner of the bed and hugged your knees, scared of what was happening.

"We need to get the team together."

"Ok," Sam approached you again. "I'm going to talk with the rest of the team so we can introduce you slowly to them. Bruce is going to check you. I'll be right back." He left the room to wake Steve and the others. "Steve, man. Wake up." He gently shook the super soldier.

"Sam, what is it?" Steve asked groggily.

"It's YN."

Steve sat up quickly. "Is she ok? Did something happen? Oh god, I knew sleeping was a bad idea." He started to rush to pull on pants and a shirt.

"Steve, calm down. I need you to be calm."

"Sam, what happened."

"She's awake. But there is a problem."

"A problem?"

"She doesn't know who she is or who we are. Bruce had to tell her what her name is. She didn't remember him, or me, or what had happened."

Steve's face fell. "She doesn't remember?"

"No, it doesn't look like it. Bruce is checking her over. We need to tell everyone else. She's scared. Steve," Sam placed his hand on Steve's shoulder, "I know you want to see her but if she doesn't remember who she is, she may not remember you."

Steve felt his heart break. "Ok. I just want to see her."

Sam sighed. "Let's just get the team together and then see what Bruce recommends. This has to be overwhelming for her."

The team was gathered with Nat and Bucky sitting with Steve. Bruce came in. "She had severe memory loss. It may be temporary." He looked at Steve. "It may not. I think it best we just introduce ourselves one by one. Let's not overwhelm her more than she already is. Umm..." he hesitated.

"Bruce, please just tell us." Steve pleaded with the doctor.

"She has asked for Sam to stay with her."

Sam's eyes widen with surprise. "Me?"

"I think this is like imprinting. Your face was the first one she saw. She may not trust you but you were there. I would go back in and tell her about yourself and then we can start introducing everyone else."

Sam looked at Steve. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's ok. Just take care of her. But I would like to be next to be introduced."

"Yeah, of course man." Sam stood up and went to the medical room.

You sat there, chewing your thumb. Bruce explained what had happened. It explained why your head hurt but it didn't explain how you ended up here. You just chanted in your head, My name is YN and I am an Avenger. The door opened and the same guy as before came back in. What was his name again?

"Hi YN," he said. "Do you remember me from earlier?" You nodded. "My name is Sam."

"Sam," you repeated. "You were here when I woke up."

"Yes, I was. We've been taking turns."

"We?"

"Others that you will meet very soon." He sat by your bedside. "How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts and I'm a little nervous, confused. What are you to me?"

"I'm your friend." Sam offered you a smile. "I'm one of your best friends." He took your hand.

"You called me sweetheart earlier. And I have this ring," you showed him your left hand. "Does that mean we are engaged?"

Sam stopped breathing. He took a moment to think about what to say. He didn't want you to panic. "No, YN, we are not engaged. It's... a promise ring. You made a promise and you put on the ring to remember."

"Oh. But you like me?"

"Of course."

"And you'll stay beside me?"

"Always YN. I'll be here for you always." Sam stood up. "I'm going to get the next person for you to meet. I'll be right back."

You finally smiled. "OK. Thank you, Sam."

"You're welcome sweet... YN." Sam finally realized why you were now making assumptions. He stepped out of the room and leaned against the wall. Steve came down and saw him there.

"Sam?"

"Steve. We have a bigger problem." Sam closed his eyes. "I am so sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry for what?"

"When YN woke up and was panicking, I tried to call her down. I called her 'sweetheart' on reflex. You know I've called her that all the time." Steve nodded. "She took that as I was her partner."

Steve looked at him confused until it clicked. "She thinks you two are in a relationship. Did you correct her?"

"She looked at her ring on her hand and ask if we were engaged. I said no that it was a promise ring. I didn't want her to panic more. That's why she wants me to stick with her. I'm sorry. It was a reflex."

"No, no it's ok." Steve rubbed his neck. "I want to see her, but we can't tell her yet, can we?"

"We should ask Bruce if it will affect her recovery."

"Sure ok. Umm, let me just see her. I won't say anything." Sam nodded and led him into the room.

"YN, this is Steve. He's our team leader."

You looked at the attractive blonde and smiled. "Hi Steve. I'm YN. But you know that."

Steve smiled, trying to keep his composure. "Hi YN. How are you feeling?"

"I'm ok. A little confused." Steve came to sit by you. "Are you my friend?"

Steve felt the stab of pain in his heart. He swallowed. "Yes, I am. All of us are very good friends."

"All?"

"Oh, sorry. You haven't met the others but you will. We are a pretty tight group here."

"That's nice. I live here?"

"Yes, you have a room here. I can take you when Bruce releases you."

"Do I live with Sam?"

Sam quickly jumped in when he saw the look on Steve's face. "No, we don't live together. You have your own room because... because you wanted to have your own space until you got married."

"Oh. That sounds smart. Don't want to be involved with someone who might leave," you said with a smile.

Sam smiled back. "YN, we have to get the next person, but we'll be back." The pair stood up and walked out of the room. Steve sagged against the wall. "Are you ok Steve?"

"Yes, I just... I just wasn't ready for how much that would hurt. She doesn't know me. Three years and it's all gone. And what about her room? Our room. She... I..."

"Ok, one step at a time. We talk to the team first, we'll get a room ready for her, and then we work on getting the truth to her. Everything is going to work itself out, you'll see."

Over the next few days, you met the team and started to spend more time with them. As promised, Sam walked you to your room. It had photos of the team, little knick-knacks that you loved, according to him. You were right in the middle of the floor between Steve and Sam. Steve accompanied you, an unknown look on his face. You made yourself a note to ask Sam but promptly forgot it as soon as your head hit the comfortable bed.

Bucky was the one who helped you navigate learning the tech in your room since he had gone through the learning processes the most recently. But you stuck to Sam as much as you could while he was home. When he left for a mission, you would stick to Steve, Bucky or Natasha. They made sure someone was home with you.

Tony eventually made you a tracking bracelet as you would get lost so much. One incident had you leaving the compound for a walk and not finding your way back through the trees. You thought Steve would cry when he found you a few hours later. Steve was very protective of you, even if you didn't understand why.

A few weeks after the accident found the team in the living room for movie night. You had fallen asleep on Sam's shoulder, much to the ire of Steve. His jaw was hard, staring at you and the closeness of Sam to you. Sam had wrapped an arm around you to keep you comfortable. Steve sighed and got up to get another beer. Bucky had been watching and followed.

"Punk, you need to relax."

"I can't Bucky. He gets to hold her. He gets to comfort her. What do I get? I feel like I am losing her. Like I've already lost her. I love her and she doesn't even know." Steve braced himself on the counter, his head bowed.

"You never know, she could wake up from this fog she's in." Bucky stood next to Steve with his arms crossed. "It's not Sam's fault. It's not her fault. It isn't anyone's fault."

"I miss her Bucky. I miss sleeping next to her, I miss her shampoo in my bathroom. Our stupid stuffed bear she... she insists on sleeping with even though I'm there. I just... miss her."

You stood just outside of the door, overhearing bit of the conversation. You had gotten up to get some water when you heard the boys talking. Instead of going in, you headed to your room. You sat on the couch where a bear was sitting. You looked at it closely, not sure if this is the bear Steve was talking about. You saw some stitching on the paw of the bear.

Steve + YN

Sam knocked on your door a few minutes later. "Come in."

"Hey YN, whatcha doing?"

You held up the bear. "What does this mean?"

Sam sucked in air. Everyone knew about that bear. Steve had gotten it for you after your first fight. He had brought it to you with a smoothie and flowers. You had stitched his name and yours on it and gave it back to him on your first anniversary. From then on, it was "our" bear. "Umm...."

"Sam, please, just tell me."

Sam closed the door and sat across from you. "YN, you and I were not a couple. Friends, yes. But not a couple."

"Oh." You remembered the looks that Steve would get. "Why does Steve look sad all the time? Why does he act weird around me?"

Sam took your hand. "Steve and you were a couple. Before your accident." You looked at him open mouthed. "Your ring... it is an engagement ring. From Steve."

You stood up and backed away from Sam. "You lied."

"No sweetheart, I just bent the truth. I didn't want to overwhelm you with information. You were so scared that first day. I wanted to build trust. I am one of your best friends and the five of us, Steve, Nat Bucky, me and you are the closest of friends."

You started to cry. "You lied. I don't believe you." Why didn't he tell me?

"We just wanted to help you recover, YN." Sam tried to take your hands put you pulled away.

"Get out."

"YN, please..."

"No Sam, get out!" You screamed. Steve and Bucky heard you and rushed into your room. You looked at them, the tears still falling. You locked eyes with Steve. He looked like he wanted to comfort you but you just wanted to be alone. "Get. Out!"

Sam backed away out of the room, sadness filling his face. Bucky followed but Steve hesitated. He didn't know why you were upset but it killed him to see you so distraught. "YN..."

"I can't talk about this right now. Just please, give me some time." Steve resigned in defeat and walked out, closing the door behind him. You laid down and wailed. You didn't know what to trust. You couldn't trust your mind and the one person who you though you could trust was lying the whole time.

Steve, Bucky, and Sam went back to the living room, the rest of the team waiting for them to return. "Sam, what happened?" Steve asked.

"I dunno. When she didn't come back from getting her drink of water, I went to look for her and I found her in her room looking at your bear. She asked me about it."

"Wait, she got up to get water? I didn't see her in the kitchen... oh," Bucky said.

The same thought hit Steve. "You think she overheard me?"

"I think so," Bucky said. He ran a hand through his hair. "Why was she screaming?"

Sam sighed. "She thinks I am a liar for not telling her the complete truth."

It took a day before you came out of your room. Steve left food by your door asking FRIDAY to tell you that there was a snack by the door. You always waited a few minutes before asking FRIDAY is anyone was in the hallway before taking the food. It was curious. You loved the food brought to you, unsure as to why.

Finally, Tony approached your door the next day. "YN, its Tony. Can I talk to you?"

You got up and opened your door slightly. "Are you alone?"

"Yes, sweetie. Can I come in?"

You let him in and sat on the middle of your bed as Tony leaned on the dresser. "You know, the day I met you, you kicked my ass." He smirked at you. "You had to have been the toughest agent in your class. Steve and I were so impressed. When we brought you in for a tryout, Natasha and Clint begged us to let you on the team."

"Why are you telling me this Tony?"

"So you know how much you mean to us. I still remember the day Rogers went to ask you out. He was so nervous. But you didn't make him feel bad or embarrassed. You were so patient with him. He looked like he won the lottery when you accepted."

You felt a tear forming in your eye. "Why does it hurt that everyone lied?"

"Because you don't know what to trust right now. It's my fault for losing sight of you that day. I promised Steve I would take care of you, and we failed. We just wanted to make it right. You were so scared those first few days."

"Sam should have told me. Instead of lying."

"Probably, but knowing what you know now, do you think you would have been able to handle knowing you were engaged to someone you remembered nothing about?"

You stopped and thought for a moment. "No, I don't think I could."

Tony finally sat down next to you. "What do you want to know?"

"Is he a good man?"

"The best."

"How long?"

"Three years. Two together. One engaged. Your wedding is in about three months."

"He's still planning it?" This shocked you.

"Yep. Something to hold on to when he was scared." Tony remembered the encouragement the team psychologist had given to help him hold on to hope. Hope that you would be better soon.

"The bear?"

"A gift from him after your first fight."

You hesitated on the next question, but you wanted to know. "Am I in love?"

Tony smiled. "I think you fell in love with him after the second date."

"Is he here?"

"He's in the gym. Want me to take you to him?"

You had to see him. "Yes please."

Tony got up and took your hand. He led you down to the gym where Steve was punching the heavy bag, his back towards the door. "Hey Cap, you have a visitor."

Steve turned around and his face turned to surprise. "Hi YN."

"Hi. Can we talk?"

"Sure." He sat down and started to unwrap his hands.

Tony left the room and you sat next to him. "We're engaged," you said simply.

"Yes, we were. I – I don't know where we are right now."

You chewed your lip. "I want to trust you and get to know you again. I just don't know how to do that."

Steve thought for a moment. "How about I re-create our first date?"

"You remember?"

"Of course. I remember the dress and where I took you; what we talked about and how it ended. I could do that for you."

"Really?"

"Really. Tonight?"

"Ok. Sure. Yes, ok. First date redux."

"Perfect." He looked at his phone. "I'll come by your room in three hours, ok?"

"Ok." You got up and started to walk out. You turned back around. "I'm excited," you said with a smile.

"So am I." Steve flashed you a real smile for the first time. It gave you butterflies.

You ran into Nat on your way to your room. "Nat, do you remember what I wore on my first date with Steve?"

"Of course. We went shopping for it. Why?"

"Steve, he, uhh, wants to re-create our first date. I want to try and trust him." You blushed, remembering the smile he gave you.

Nat smiled. She took your hand. "How much time do we have?"

"Three hours."

"Plenty. C'mon." She pulled you along to your room before stopping Bucky. "Hey Buck, can you go into Steve's room and grab that dress from the closet?"

"A dress. Nat c'mon..." he looked at your face. "Her dress?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be in her room in two minutes." He ran off towards Steve's room. Nat pushed you into yours and made you get into the shower. As you came out in your robe, she sat you down and started to do your hair and makeup. After what felt like forever, she stepped out to allow you to change. The dress on your bed was beautiful. A simple skater dress in navy blue with lace sleeves to your elbows and matching flats. Nat even laid out a necklace and earrings and your ring. You looked in the mirror at your side sweep hair and easy makeup. Nothing dramatic which you liked.

Nat and Bucky came back in, you twirl for them and they immediately smile. "You look beautiful YN," Bucky says. "You're gonna knock his socks off."

You blush. "Thanks Bucky." There is a knock the door and you suddenly get nervous. Bucky kisses your cheek. "You guys are meant to be," he whispers before pulling the door open for Steve. "Hey punk."

"Bucky? What are you doing here?"

"Helping your girl get confident. She's a little nervous." He stepped aside and Steve inhaled, taking in the image of you. "Wow," he breathed out.

"Hi Steve."

"Hi doll. You ready?"

"Umm... sure." Nat pressed a clutch in your hand. "Lip gloss and tissue, just in case," she whispers.

"Thanks Nat." Steve offers you his elbow and you take it with a glance at Bucky and Nat. They smiled and watched you walk out. He led you through the living room to the door, surprise the team that had been gathered there. Sam watched and offered you a smile. You smiled back, hoping that when you get back you can apologize to Sam.

Steve drove you to a little town near the compound and to a cute little restaurant. He took you to a table in the back. "I don't know if you want me to order for you or if you want to pick something different."

You thought back to the food left for you the last day. You loved everything brought to you and you assumed Steve had done that. "You order. You seem to know what I like."

Steve ordered for you and himself along with a bottle of wine. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Tell me everything."

He described the first time he saw you, similar to the same story Tony told you. Except he described his feelings. How he felt like he was in a dream watching you move. How sassy you were. How expressive your eyes were when he asked if you would come for a trial with the Avengers. You both ate and laughed. You were finally comfortable with him.

After dinner, you went for a walk around the little town. He stopped in front of a closed business. "This is a concert venue. Small but fun. We saw a band play here that night. I couldn't find another one but I thought I would at least bring you here."

"Oh, did I like the band?"

"Yes, it is or was, one of your favorites. I can play you one of their songs." You nodded and he pulled out his phone. The music was upbeat and fun. The song was about not wanting to see the love end. How fitting for the moment.

"This explains the flats," you say. Steve laughed. "It was a lot of dancing and bouncing. C'mon," he took your hand and you walked with him to a roof top bar. It overlooked the town, the lights twinkling.

"Technically this part was part of the second date but since we are missing the band, I figured this was a good substitute." He went to the bar and brought you a drink while he had a beer. You looked curiously at the drink. "It's your favorite," he explained. You took a sip and smiled. It was delicious.

You kept talking. "Tell me about how you proposed."

Steve smiled. "I did it while we were in bed. You had had an argument with Bucky, who was being extra annoying that night. You kept huffing as you got dressed for bed, muttering about how you were going to kill him in the morning." Steve chuckled. "I knew then, I never wanted to experience another night without you. I had the ring for about a month by then. I wasn't sure how I would do it. But in that moment, with you, your hair in pigtails and your cute angry face, in pink pajamas, I knew. You climbed into bed and just cuddled into me. I stroked your hair to calm you as you laid on my chest. It just came out. Marry me."

You felt a tear forming, wishing you could remember the day. "How did I take it?"

"You were stunned, for sure. You sat up to look at me and when you turned, I had the ring out for you. You didn't say a word. You just launched yourself at me, kissing me. I didn't need you to say yes. You said it just like that." Steve could see the heartache of not being able to remember on your face. He took the glass from your hand. "C'mon, one more stop."

He drove you back to the compound but not to the building but to the lake. There was a little dock there that you walked out on. You looked at the moon reflecting on the water. Steve wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your head. "This is where we had our first kiss."

You turned in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. He caressed your cheek, the butterflies forming again in your belly. "May I kiss you YN?" You nodded and closed your eyes. He leaned down and pressed his lips gently on yours. It warm and soft, like a blanket wrapping around you in comfort. It was home, your favorite place to be, in Steve's arms. You remembered this feeling, the love for him, for your relationship. All the hopes and dreams that you shared.

When he pulled back, you smiled. "Your kisses were always my favorite, Grant."

Steve froze. "What did you call me?"

You frowned. "Grant. Am I not supposed to?"

Steve smiled. "What's your favorite color?"

"It's blue, Steve, why are you asking..." You stopped. "Oh my god. I remember." You looked around. "I remember it all."

Steve pulled you up and swung you around, both of your laughs filling the air. He set you back down and you pulled him in for a searing kiss. You breathlessly pulled away. "I'm so sorry Stevie. I'm sorry I forgot you."

"Hey its ok. I just hoped that going back to the start would help and it did. Nobody said it would be easy. I missed you so much. I love you."

"I love you too. We're getting married here on the dock, right?"

"That's how I planned it." He kissed you again. "C'mon doll. I'm taking my girl back to my bed. You, me and that stupid bear."

"Our bear."

"Always."

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