#pietro and y/n in jail

[louwaffles]

*Y/N and Pietro in jail*

Y/N: So, who’re you gonna call?

Pietro: I would call Wanda, but I feel safer here. 

Y/N: I also would call Wanda, but I’m not in the mood of being punished.

Pietro: How about Nat?

Y/N: I still wanna live to see tomorrow. 

[gingiesworld]

I See You (6/6)

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings : Angst and fluff

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda was beside herself as she lay in her bed, she knew she needed to go to the police and tell them about Jarvis. Everything from when he tried to rape her.

"It will be fine Wanda." Pietro reassured her as she shook her head. Ms Y/L/N had also come by to know what had happened and why Y/N was arrested.

"They're in a detention centre." Y/M/N told them. Miss Maximoff held her hand as she let a few tears escape. "Why did they beat up Stark's kid?"

"It's ok Wanda." Pietro encouraged her, she took a deep breath and struggled to get her words out, so Pietro recalled everything he remembered from that night, leading up to Y/N beating Jarvis up.

"Wanda." Miss Maximoff spoke softly as Wanda cried.

"I'm sorry mama." She sobbed as the two older women shook their heads at her.

"This is not your fault Wanda." Y/M/N told her. "Y/N knew what they were doing."

"But." Wanda tried to tell them about the note and meeting Jarvis.

"It isn't your fault." She told her sternly. "Y/N doesn't blame you for this. They keep asking me how you are."

"I could have stopped him." She whispered as her mom and Y/M/N just observed her.

"No." Pietro told her. "You couldn't have. Y/N wouldn't want you to become some dick's plaything. It was their choice to stop you from doing. They knew what they were getting into."

"I'll tell the police." She said barely above a whisper. "I'll tell them everything."

And that is what she did, she told the police, who also even had the neighbours who had also heard Wanda scream from the house next door. The police had also arrested a very angry Jarvis as his parents were also yelling after the cops as they put him inside the car.

"You did it Wan." Pietro cheered his sister who still looked as broken as the day Y/N was arrested.

"Did I?" She asked him. "Y/N is still in jail and now so is Jarvis, but he will get bail since his parents are rich."

"No Wanda. He has lost every chance at a scholarship or even playing in the pro leagues." He told her. "Besides, Y/N's lawyer will be helping them." He just wrapped his arms around her and held her as she cried.

As the days went by, word had gotten around about Jarvis losing his scholarships and being suspended until graduation. Y/N was still in jail, waiting for things to be cleared up.

Wanda had Pietro, Darcy and Monica by her side as most of Jarvis's friends had started to single her out because of her accusations.

"Slut." One of Jarvis's side pieces pushed her into the lockers. Wanda took a deep breath as she remained on her feet. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before she went to her next class. That was what her days were like for weeks.

One morning as she was stood beside her locker, her friends just down the hall as she was pushed into the locker once more.

"Hey!!" A voice boomed from down the hall, Pietro was stood smiling as Wanda still hadn't recognised who it is. "Leave her alone."

When Wanda had finally looked up, she smiled when she saw Y/N walking down the hall. She just decided to shut her locker and run straight to them.

"I missed you." She whispered into their neck as she ran right into their arms.

"I missed you too." They smiled, holding her closer than before. When they pulled back from the hug, they looked into her eyes concerned. "Has that been happening a lot?"

"Yeah but it doesn't matter." Wanda shrugged as Y/N shook their head.

"Of course it matters." They told her. "I am going to walk you to every class sweet heart."

"What about yours?" She asked them.

"So I'm a little late." They shrugged as the caressed her cheek. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please." Wanda leaned on her toes as Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Neither caring that students were still in the hallway.

"Let's get you to class." Y/N told her, wrapping their arm around her shoulders as she wrapped hers around their waist. Wanda couldn't stop smiling at all. Even the name calling that she still recieved couldn't make her smile fade away.

"So, what's basketball going to be like for you?" Pietro asked them as they shrugged.

"I think my dream of making it professional is over but I don't care." They told him. "As long as Wanda is safe, that is all I care about."

As soon as Y/N and Pietro fell into an easy conversation, Wanda couldn't help but think about if they would resent her in the future. Especially since their dream has always been to play in the NBA.

It plagued her mind for weeks until the end of Junior year. Y/N had noticed that she had sort of drifted away from them and they wanted to know why.

"Why are you being distant with me?" They asked her when she opened her bedroom door.

"I'm not." She whispered as Y/N closed the door.

"You are Wanda. You have barely spoken to me for weeks. You have cancelled on our dates and I need to know why? What did I do?" They asked her as she shook her head. Tears falling down her face.

"I just." She wiped her eyes as she played with the hem of her shirt. Y/N's shirt that she had stolen from them. "I don't want you to resent me."

"Why would I resent you?" They asked her.

"Because you won't be playing for the NBA." She whispered as they smiled softly.

"I don't care about that Wanda." They told her. "Dreams can change. Evolve even and having you by my side for the rest of my life has been my dream for as long as I can remember." They caressed her cheek. "So please don't shut me out, I love you Wanda, so fucking much."

"I love you too." She whispered as they soon captured her lips in their own. Kissing her with an urgency that they have never really felt before. Wanda felt with this kiss that she had found her forever person.

10 years later

"So that was when you knew they were the one?" Billy asked as Wanda ran her fingers through his hair.

"I guess my heart always knew but it took my mind and eyes to finally catch up." She told them both.

"Is that why you both always say I See You?" Tommy asked.

"Yes. It's like our mantra." She told them before kissing both of their heads. "Now sleep before I sell all of your toys." She told them jokingly before she turned out the light. Waiting for Y/N to get home.

When they had finished college, they decided to go into advertisement. Wanting to at least have a stable career to support their family.

"How was work?" Wanda asked as Y/N walked through the door.

"Tiring." They told her with a smile before kissing her cheek. Heading straight to the kitchen. Although Wanda had already cooked dinner, Y/N just warmed their food up before sitting at the table to eat as Wanda cleaned around them. Never expecting Wanda to wait to eat with them. "But it is much better now I am home."

"Good." She smiled before handing them a beer. "The boys wanted to hear about our love story."

"Again?" Y/N smiled as Wanda nodded.

"Again." She smiled as Y/N held her waist, swaying slightly before they kissed her softly.

"I love that story." They told her.

"Me too." She kissed them once more before they resumed their dancing in the kitchen. Living the dream together.

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[paisleysnotpayingattention]

Wanda drabble <3

Wanda and I were always close, best friends. But when pietro tells me I should ask Wanda to Prom, how I see her forever changes.

Wanda, Peitro, and Y/N. Together you were unstoppable. You were often referred to as the trio of trouble, after your extensive overnight jail visits and well known criminal activity. Sure you guys smoked weed and have super powers, but it wasn't like you were murdering people, just maybe starting a bar fight every once in a while and leaving before the police arrive because you are NOT 21 yet. Despite all the rumors of Y/N and Peitro dating, they were always quick to deny. The truth was Wanda was crushing HARD on Y/N, no matter how quick she was to deny it when her twin teased her. Peitro knew of his sister's crush, and teased about it, as well as encouraging Wanda to make a move every once in a while. Wanda never really tried the tactic her brother forced upon her, because she was afraid to lose you. She would much rather hide her true feelings than not have you as her best friend.

Fall, Senior Year of High School

October 10th, 2007

Prom Is In: 2 weeks

Wanda’s POV:

“Now my chance….”

Passing by Y/N's room, I hear her talking to herself, sounding like she was giving herself a pep talk.

“You can do this…she's your best friend…you know everything about her…”

Not true, I thought. You don't know that me, hearing you give yourself a pep talk about asking me out made my heart crumble into a million pieces. That my heart pounds solely for you, to give you a hug and be close to you every day,

The door swings open.

“Wanda! What are you- Did you hear me from- Wanda! Answer me!!”

 I was so shocked that words wouldn't come out of my mouth, I just stood there, looking at Y/N’s flushed cheeks and frantic expression. When my brain doesn't come up with any other solutions, my body acts and pulls Y/N into a passionate kiss, my teeth clashing against hers at the intensity of the kiss.

“I'd love to go to prom with you” I say breathless as I pull away, staring into her eyes, her pupils blown with lust.

“I didn't even- how did- PIETRO!!”

Oops, I thought. Little did Y/N know that Peitro told Wanda to go to Y/N's room right before she came out. Hoping they would arrive at the same time.

[buttybarnes1917]

An Unexpected Party

Summary:  When your ex, Steve Rogers, posts pictures of his new girlfriend Natasha on Instagram, initially your only thought is panic.  With your step-brother’s wedding next week, and your friends Wanda and Yelena pushing you, you ask Yelena’s cousin, James Barnes, to help you out.  You thought he was just a nerd, but what you weren't expecting was an actual Instagram model with no drive but an insane amount of intelligence.  

Will you get Steve back?  Or will the booksmart young man with a track record of giving up steal your heart?

Nerdy!Bucky x Reader

AN: New story alert!! Let me know what you think! Comments and asks keep me going :) I love writing, and I love feedback!

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose slightly as Wanda poured you another drink.  “Christ, Wanda, I can’t stand him,” You sighed, grabbing the glass and sipping, making a face.  “What is this?”

“Something to get you drunk,” Wanda laughed.  “Do you really care?”

“Not at all.”  You said and took another sip.  “Like? Really? Look at her.  She’s fucking gorgeous,” you whined, showing her the Instagram post your ex took with his new girlfriend.  Her name was Natasha Romanov, and she was skinny, and short, and had big boobs, a nice ass, a jawline that could slice your throat open—she was an actual model and also had a degree in computer engineering.  You know that because you and Wanda did some digging into her Linked In during the obvious deep dive that happened as soon as Yelena sent a screenshot of the picture to your group chat with forty-seven exclamation points and twenty-seven question marks.

“Steve looks good,” Yelena pointed out, swiping left on the pictures.  “Like.  Really good.”

“Not helping, Lena,” Wanda hissed as you groaned again, placing your forehead on the counter.  

“What? You want me to lie? Oh he’s so ugly, god, he has so many zits and his arms are like tiny sticks that you pick up from the ground in the fall after a storm,” Yelena said sarcastically. “Look at him like.  He has a breakup bod.”

“I hate you.” You whined as you pushed yourself up, glaring at Yelena.

“No you don’t, you know I’m not lying,” Yelena retorted. “It doesn’t change that he was a piece of shit to you, but he’s now a hot piece of shit.”

“Yelena!” Wanda shushed as you groaned again, downing the glass of alcohol, and holding it up for Wanda to refill.  

“Oh my god he’s gonna bring her to Tony’s wedding,” You gasped suddenly, and Yelena and Wanda looked at each other.  “How the hell am I going to outdo a model with a fucking model, like come on he looks like he lifts 24 hours a day.”

“What about your brother?” Yelena asked Wanda and she made a face.

“Pietro?  Number one, he’s back in Sokovia, number two, he’s seeing a boy right now.”

“Thor? Or his sibling, the hot one that went to jail a few times…. Loki?”

“Thor is a himbo, and Loki’s way too much for Y/N to deal with right now.” Wanda pointed out.  “Plus I’m pretty sure they’re on parole, and they’re also seeing a guy.  I saw on Instagram.  Mobius or Morpheus or something”

“Dude how is Loki doing better than me right now.” You whined and Wanda rubbed your back gently.  

“Oh!” Yelena gasped suddenly. “My cousin, James!”

“Your cousin? The one that’s dropped out of school like four times?” Wanda snorted.

“Hey back off, he has shit going on.” Yelena said immediately. 

“Absolutely not.” You said. “I have my own shit going on.” Yelena pouted and looked on her phone.

“Just try to get some sleep,” Wanda coaxed you gently.  “We can talk about this in the morning.  Maybe we can fake that you have mono or something.”

“Say you have an STD and you got it from Steve,” Yelena suggested and you and Wanda both stared at her. “What? Why does no one take me seriously?”

“Cant imagine why,” you grumbled as Wanda helped you to the guest bedroom and tucked you into bed, leaving some Advil and water on the dresser for you.  You settled down, staring at the ceiling, remembering back when you weren’t lonely and drunk before midnight on a Wednesday night.

Your phone dinged and you winced as you looked at it.    There was a message from Yelena.

You zoomed in on the picture, finding his Instagram and shamelessly stalking him.  You found the picture easy enough, it was his most recent post.

 ...

Fuck indeed.  

Chapter 2

[maximoffcarter]

Shadows of the day.

Pairings: Wanda x reader

Summary: Y/n had a dark past before she joined S.H.I.E.L.D, she tried to mend the things she had done, but not everything seemed to be gone; at least in her mind, everything remained intact.

A/n: I've been working on this story for weeks, it was hard to keep it going sometimes, and I wasn't sure if I should post it but here it is. It's a three part story, the other 2 will come soon and the rest will have trigger warnings. You'll see why it was hard to write in the next few weeks, but I do hope you enjoy it!

Part 2 | Part 3

It started off after Natasha and Clint had found y/n in one of HYDRA’s secret locations; Natasha had seen something in y/n that made her want to save her and not leave her to die in that place or even in jail like the rest of the people that were there. They had brought y/n back to S.H.I.E.L.D’s quarters for some medical exam and so Fury could talk to the poor woman.

It wasn’t until 6 months later when y/n became an agent, thanks to Natasha’s training and belief on, also for the abilities that she seemed to have. Y/n’s seemed to have changed for better, she wasn’t locked in a room anymore without any kind of contact, she was finally free; or that’s how it felt when she wasn’t alone.

Y/n was never one to sleep much, Natasha had noticed this for a while until she found out that y/n had to take pills for sleep, and sometimes she didn’t do it. Fury had suggested therapy, something y/n was not willing to do, but if it meant she could keep going to missions, then she’d do it. Just like in her whole life, she kept lying and saying she was alright, her traumas were gone, her pain was gone, the fear was no longer invading her body; everything was okay. They finally signed her off of therapy, buying everything she said, something she was not proud of because it was something HYDRA had taught her, but she needed it. She kept taking her sleeping pills because sometimes it was too hard to keep going at night, but she didn’t want to tell anyone.

The offer to join the avengers had made her laugh at first, she couldn’t imagine herself in a team full of ‘heroes’ when she wasn’t one, or she didn’t considered herself one. It had been a crazy offer at first, until Natasha said she was going to do it, and Clint had also agreed. It didn’t make sense; a doctor who turned into a green guy, a billionaire with a metal suit, an old soldier from the 40’s, a god, and three S.H.I.E.L.D agents. Apparently the perfect team. But she decided to play along with the people she knew for years now, what could go wrong?

It wasn’t until later on when the nightmares began to appear again, eating her alive at night; it all had started with one of the missions, she saw someone that had tortured her, and it brought back memories. Natasha and Steve had noticed the way she froze in place and didn’t move a muscle until they had attacked her, that’s when she came back to reality, but even after that, she felt weak and couldn’t fight back the way she wanted to. That night, Natasha had tried to make sure she was okay, but as y/n always said, she was just alright; a complete lie that no one would ever know.

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Finding Wanda and Pietro had been another trigger for y/n, knowing that they had gone through something similar it made her sick to her stomach. She somehow understood Wanda’s pain, fighting Ultron hadn’t been easy to anyone; but what y/n didn’t understand was why Wanda hadn’t gone into her mind? She had the chance, but she didn’t. It took them time to really process what had happened, but after talking to Wanda the first time, y/n knew why she had done what she did, and she forgave her; there was just something about her…she couldn’t quiet tell what it was, but it was impossible to ignore it.

But even then, as hard as y/n wanted to be there for Wanda, that she wanted to be friendly, her mind wouldn’t let her; not when her demons became louder than before. She was slowly losing her mind to the point where she spent days without sleeping. She secretly went back to therapy, saying she just needed something stronger to help her out; in the past, before the sleeping pills, she had fought with depression and she had been on antidepressants, but she had stopped using them thinking she didn’t need them anymore, and that’s when HYDRA had taken her in, making her traumas even worse.

Natasha had her secrets, and everyone knew how she tried to keep things to herself, being friendly and caring but knowing her limits; y/n was even worse. As much as she tried to be friendly with everyone, showing a smile and even laughs, she couldn’t help but not tell anyone about her situation. She considered all of them her friends, and she tried to find the happiness she had always wanted, but she couldn’t let them in entirely, not when her mind was slowly killing her. No one suspected anything, she was good at pretending, but Wanda knew something wasn’t okay.

Wanda had kept an eye on y/n since she arrived, she had found something on y/n that had caught her attention; it wasn’t only the fact that y/n had gone through similar things than her, there was something else that she couldn’t quiet understand. She had tried to get to know y/n a little better, but nothing important ever came, and yet, Wanda knew there was something else, something she was not telling anyone. The first time she had wandered out of her room at night, she found y/n in the kitchen; y/n seemed to be crying and a small bottle was in her hands, a glass of water in front of her. Wanda had tried to be quiet and stay in the shadows, but she felt concerned, and her curiosity took the best of her.

“Y/n?” Wanda said almost in a whisper.

Y/n jumped but rapidly hid the small bottle of pills on her jacket. “Wanda. What are you doing awake? Are you okay?” She sniffed.

Wanda furrowed her brows as she walked to where y/n was standing, offering a small smile. “I’m okay. Just couldn’t sleep.” She tilted her head. “What about you?”

“Uh- yeah. Same. I was thirsty so I had to come and take some water.” Y/n nodded softly as she grabbed the glass of water. “So, I’m off to my room now. You should too, Natasha is training with you tomorrow.” She turned to leave the kitchen.

“Will you be there?”

Y/n stopped for a moment, feeling shivers running through her body. She slowly turned to look at Wanda and offered a small smile. “I will. I’ll see you there. Goodnight, Wanda.”

Wanda sighed as she stared at y/n until she disappeared from the kitchen. She knew something was not right and if her eyes weren’t wrong, y/n had been crying and she had hid something from Wanda. But going into her mind wasn’t really an option, she didn’t want y/n to be mad at her for intruding in her mind, so she was going to let it pass for now, hoping it wasn’t something bad.

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Wanda’s worries increased one night after a mission, where she swore she heard y/n crying in her room. They had decided to give Wanda a new room and she had moved beside y/n’s, so sometimes she could hear everything that y/n was doing and sometimes she was way too quiet, and Wanda feared something had happened, until she saw y/n leaving her room without saying a word, but even then, she still worried about her. In every training, she tried to do small talk with her, until y/n actually started joking with her and somehow became closer than anyone, even Natasha felt surprised about it since she thought y/n only trusted her, but didn’t mind at all, knowing exactly what could come out of this.

Everyone noticed the small change on y/n’s mood and even in Wanda’s, perfectly knowing that ever since Wanda had arrived, she had been quiet because of what had happened with her brother, but the thought of getting closer to y/n, made them feel good about all of it. Every now and then, Wanda and y/n would go out for a walk, would spend their afternoon together and even took dinner to their rooms to eat together. Y/n was not sure about it at first, it was still scary for her to trust people, but Wanda seemed to know what she was going through and understand that she needed her space.

It wasn’t until a few months later when y/n figured that she started having feelings for Wanda, and Wanda figured out the same. It had been a normal day for the both of them, y/n had taken a box of ice cream for the both of them to enjoy outside in the nice afternoon while they watched the sun hide. They had been sitting together in the grass just enjoying the company and the silence around them until Wanda spoke.

“You’re close to Natasha?” Wanda whispered softly as she grabbed another spoonful of ice cream.

Y/n nodded. “Yeah. I met Clint and Nat at the same time but…” she shrugged. “…girls protect girls.” She looked at Wanda and smiled. “Even if Clint is protective over us too.”

Wanda smiled. “What about the rest?”

“Steve is protective too. Tony in his own way just like Bruce. But…it’s always been Nat.” Y/n looked down at her spoon as she smiled a little. “And now you.”

Wanda’s heart stopped for a second as she stared at y/n. “Me?” She teased.

Y/n looked back at her and chuckled. “Well, I don’t share ice cream with just anyone.” She raised her brow playfully.

Wanda chuckled and nodded. “Well, it’s our ice cream now. So, you’ll have to share with me. Or I’ll just take it from you.”

“Oh, people don’t play with Wanda Maximoff and ice cream or what?” Y/n teased as she laughed.

“No. You won’t like the outcome of it.” Wanda grinned as she laughed along with y/n. “Anyway…I wouldn’t do anything to you.” She looked back down at the box.

“And why is that?”

“Because I like you, and I trust you.” Wanda looked back at y/n and smiled.

It was a new feeling, it wasn’t something she had ever felt before, so hearing this coming from Wanda, it made her feel happy for the first time in so long. Not that she hadn’t been happy at all, but there was something about Wanda that just made her feel different, a new and nice different. She couldn’t help but blush at the words and go back to the ice cream, she didn’t think words were needed after this. She wouldn’t admit it, she wouldn’t say a thing for now, but she was slowly starting to feel things for Wanda that she didn’t expect.

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“Nat? I need to tell you something.” Y/n walked in Natasha’s room and closed the door behind her.

Natasha furrowed her brows as she looked up at y/n. “Hi, honey. I’m happy to see you too, it’s been a while. How are you? I’m good, thanks.”

“Nat.” Y/n groaned as she laughed, shocking her head. “I’m sorry, alright? I just…I need to talk to you about something important.”

“Well, go ahead.” Natasha moved so y/n could sit on her bed beside her.

After y/n sat down, she looked down at her hands. “I uh…god, I can’t believe I’m saying this.” She covered her face with her hands as she sighed. “I like someone.” She mumbled.

“What was that?” Natasha raised her brow.

Y/n groaned and placed her hands on her lap. “I like someone.”

“And that someone is Wanda?”

“What?” Y/n looked back at Natasha. “How do you- how?”

“Oh come on, y/n. I’ve known you for so long now.” Natasha shrugged. “Plus, you just confirmed it.”

“Ugh.” Y/n groaned again as she laid down on her back. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Tell her.” Natasha laid down beside her as she looked at her. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

“I can’t do that, Nat. I’m not…she deserves so much better.” Y/n looked up at the ceiling as she sighed. “Wanda…she’s…she’s a nice person. She’s lovely and sweet and quiet. The things I’ve done…”

“I think we both have talked about this, y/n. Whatever happened in the past, stays in the past. We can’t change that. But we can let ourselves move on.”

“Have you? Moved on from it?” Y/n then turned to look at Natasha with a serious face.

Natasha sighed and shook her head. “Not entirely, but I try to not let it take over me.”

“How?”

Nat furrowed her brows as she moved closer to y/n and grabbed her hand. “Do you let it take over you?”

Y/n stared at her for a while as she tried to find the right words. “I guess…sometimes.” She shrugged. “I can’t control it.”

“There’s always a way to control it.” Natasha looked down at their hands. “When did you go back?”

Y/n furrowed her brows. ”What?”

“When did you go back to therapy?” Nat looked back when y/n didn’t say anything. “Therapist called, wanted to confirm your appointment since you hadn’t answered her calls.” Y/n felt tears in her eyes as she sat down and let go of Nat’s hand. “Hey, don’t shut down on me.”

“I’m fine. She just wanted to know how I was but it’s over now.” Y/n stood up as she swallowed her tears back. “I’ll see how I handle the Wanda situation.”

“Y/n.”

“Goodnight, Nat.” Y/n said before she left the room. But as soon as she closed the door, ready to walk straight to the training room, she ran into someone, her hands going to the person’s waist. “Oh! I’m-“ She looked into green eyes and her breath hitched. “-sorry.”

Wanda shook her head. “No, don’t worry. I didn’t see where I was walking.” She chuckled softly as she stared up at y/n. “Are you okay?”

“Me? Yes! I am just- I was talking to Nat, but I’m heading to bed.” She let go of Wanda’s waist and was ready to make her way to her room but then she felt a hand wrap around her wrist, making her freeze for a moment as she looked back at Wanda.

“Why don’t we-“ Wanda licked her lips. “Why don’t we go for a walk?”

“It’s almost 11 pm.” Y/n laughed.

Wanda shrugged. “So? I can protect you if you’re too scared.” She teased.

“Me? Scared? You know what…let’s go.” She pulled Wanda to the elevator as they both laughed.

Y/n knew that if she went to her room, her thoughts would take over her mind and would be another sleepless night as much as she took her pills. She was tired of breaking down almost every night, she was tired of crying, of feeling like shit, so maybe a walk with Wanda wasn’t so bad. As much as she wanted to shut her down, she just couldn’t do it, just like she hadn’t been able to push Natasha away. Even if she didn’t ask for help, she knew that somehow she needed people to be around her to not drown in her own mind; she just needed to have someone by her side.

They walked hand by hand the whole time, silence surrounding them as they walked around the compound. It was dark and no one was outside, but y/n would lie if she said she wasn’t enjoying this, she looked at Wanda from time to time and noticed the small smile painted on her face, making her look even more beautiful than she already was. Y/n had been watching Wanda for the past few weeks, remembering every feature, every freckle, every little detail, the way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way her eyes shined whenever she talked about something she loved or was watching one of her so loved sitcoms. She knew by now she was screwed, she was falling which didn’t mean anything good because that would only make her hurt herself knowing Wanda didn’t feel the same.

Wanda felt y/n’s eyes on her and tried her best not to go through her mind to know what she was thinking about, so instead she stopped for y/n to notice that she had been caught and she was now curious about what exactly had her staring at Wanda in such a sweet way. Wanda smiled and squeezed y/n’s hand as she chuckled.

“Should’ve brought your phone with you to take a picture.” Wanda joked as she tilted her head. “Or…do I have something on my face?”

Y/n shook her head taking her back to reality. “What? No. The picture it’s a good option.” She blushed slightly as she cleared her throat. “I mean well…no, you don’t have anything on your face.”

Wanda grinned softly. “There’s something about you…I can’t quiet tell what it is but…” she moved her free hand to y/n’s cheek and stroked it softly. “…I can feel you.”

Y/n swallowed as she stared into Wanda’s eyes, not sure what she was supposed to say or what was exactly going to happen next. “I’m a weirdo so…I don’t know what you mean.” She chuckled nervously.

“A cute weirdo.” Wanda smiled softly as her eyes darted down to y/n’s lips.

“I wouldn’t say cute.” Y/n whispered softly as her eyes landed on Wanda’s lips and then back up to her eyes, feeling her heart skip a beat. Was this really about to happen?

Wanda licked her lips softly as she looked up at y/n’s eyes, waiting for y/n to make a move or back away. But when she didn’t, Wanda decided to take the first step and placed her hand on the back of y/n’s neck, pulling her for a sweet and simple kiss. Y/n didn’t react at first, she just let herself get lost in the kiss, but then she couldn’t help herself and she wrapped her arm around Wanda’s waist, kissing her back just as softly. For a moment, she let her body feel every bit of the kiss and let herself feel every emotion, but as if it was on purpose, her mind started playing tricks on her.

She doesn’t really want you.

If she knew your past she would hate you.

She doesn’t know the real you.

She will leave you as soon as she sees through your mind.

Y/n slowly pulled away and looked down at her feet, trying to catch her breath, slowly letting her hands fall from Wanda’s waist and hand. Wanda furrowed her brows as she placed her other hand on y/n’s neck, playing with the hair on the back of it.

“Y/n?” Wanda whispered softly. “Are you okay?” She didn’t want to say anything, but she had felt the sudden change of mood, she felt how y/n had shut down from one moment to another, making her wonder if this had been her fault.

Y/n shook her head. “I-“ she swallowed as she looked up at Wanda with teary eyes. “I can’t do this.” She whispered softly as she sobbed. “I’m sorry.” She said before she ran back inside the compound, leaving Wanda wondering what had happened.

[may-fanfic]

Wanda teaching reader how to cook?

Chef’s Kiss

summary: after a failed attempt at making dinner for the team, wanda steps up and helps you out a bit. 

warning: mentions of being an orphan, teasing, 

word count: 1,266

a/n: hope you enjoy 💕

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cooking was always one of wanda's favorite things to do. when she was young she remembered hovering over of mother, watching everything she did in awe. she felt like food brought a family together and when her parents died, she took on her mother's legacy. she knew she would never be as good as her mom but that didn't stop her from trying and she knew Pietro enjoyed tasting the family recipes, it made them feel like their parents had still been there.

when wanda met you, she swore you had been the most beautiful,  gentlest person she’s  ever met and it was apparent to everyone that the witch had a thing for you. she was always so protecting and careful with you, if anyone dares speak ill of you, they'd have to deal with wanda and that was a line no one was ever willing to cross.

everyone except for Tony, it was always innocent teasing and you'd never seem to be bothered by his humor until one day, you decided to prepare a home-cooked meal for the team. the only problem was, you didn't have any family or any passed-on recipes like wanda. you grew up in a foster home so the meals that were prepared there seemed like jail food, eating was never anything other an essential to you.

of course, your attempt at cooking was a huge fail and when tony began to tease you about how terrible the food tasted, wanda noticed the difference in your mood. the excitement and cheerfulness seemed to flush away and you crumbled into yourself with embarrassment. wanda could feel the anger bubbling inside of her stomach, gripping hard at her fork. "I think it's good, y/n," Natasha spoke up, smiling kindly at you from across the table.

"good?" tony laughed out, hardly noticing the redness in your cheeks and the pout that began to form on your lips as you stared down at the plated food. wanda didn't let the man continue as she flicked her fingers in the direction of him, making him wear the remainder of his food. "shut up." wanda spoke through gritted teeth as the billionaire groaned in disbelief. he thought it was innocent until you shot up from your seat and left the dining room in a hurry.

the whole team stared at the man, shaking their heads. he could feel the heaviness in the room, and by the way, wanda was looking at him, he knew that he messed up. "not cool, man." peter shook his head and he finished the last few bites on his plate, it wasn't good but you were his best friend and he'd be damned if he made the same foolish mistake as his mentor beside it wasn't worse than aunt may's cooking. "clean the mess up." wanda suddenly spoke and tony was confused for a moment before wanda sent the rest of the food flying.

wanda didn't play about you, that much was clear, and at least now Tony knew better than to overstep his boundaries.

a soft knock sounded at your door moments later and you let out a sigh. "go away, peter!" you figured it was him because you knew he had a good heart and always came running to your aid when needed. a soft chuckle sounded before her sweet voice spoke up. "it's me." she whispered out in a hushed tone, it was soothing, the heaviness of her accent always made butterflies erupt from your stomach. "can I come in?" you uttered out a soft 'yeah'.

wanda hated seeing you upset, it physically pained her that you were sad. she'd do anything to make you smile again. "don't worry about tony. I thought it was good." she shrugged, taking a seat beside you on your bed. you let out a gentle breath, letting your head fall against Wanda's shoulder and she swooned at the contact. "I suck," you exclaimed, frowning when she wrapped an arm around you. "no you don't," she whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your hairline. "I'm never cooking again," you promised, causing a sad smile to grow on her lips as she held onto you tighter.  

"how about this?" wanda paused for a moment when you adjusted your head to gaze up at her. "let me teach you."

you agreed, enjoying any kind of time you could spend with wanda. you had still been pouting like a child the next day when wanda dragged you into the kitchen. "you should just give up on me while you still can." you frowned, wrapping your arms around yourself as wanda moved around the kitchen for the things she needed.

"don't be so dramatic." she laughed, her heart warmed when a smile tugged at the corner of your lips, letting your arms drop down to your sides. "oh, I'm dramatic now?" you teased, tugging away some seasonings that wanda held. she smiled at you, giving you all her attention. "you're acting like you blew up the kitchen." she gazed at you for a moment, feeling her heart pound against her chest.

"I could've." she rolled her eyes, her hand found its place on your lower back, tugging you closer to her so that you were placed in front of her. "I'll make sure you don't," she whispered into your ear, her hands moving to tug your hair back before making sure that it was all secured into a ponytail. . 

a chill run down your spine, you were sure that wanda was just teasing you at this point, with the subtle touches that she left all over you. you wished wanda was bold enough to make a move but that didn't seem like the case.

you were following each instruction the girl gave you, her hands placed on either side of your waist as she hovered over your shoulder to make sure you were doing everything right, for the most part, you were. "look at you." she hummed out, feeling proud of the little things that you were accomplishing. you beamed with excitement as she praised you, tilting your head back enough to look up at the woman. her gaze was soft as she gazed down at you, a smile tugging over her lips.

wanda couldn't stop herself from leaning down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, it was quick but when she retracted from you, a groan left your lips and she quickly got the message, leaning back down to connect your lips once again. her smile had been apparent as she kissed you, one of her hands tightened on your hip while the other came over to hold your throat gently. as much as you wanted to turn around and completely melt into the kiss, your hands were dirty and you knew that wanda wouldn't be too happy about getting uncooked food on her favorite sweatshirt.

"y/n, listen, I heard you were cooking so I just wanted to-" tony quickly cut himself off and the sound of his voice seemed to bring the both of you back to reality. wanda stepped away from you, a blush creeping up on her cheeks as she stared tony down until he left.

once the dinner had been done and served, you sat quickly, worry coursing through your body as you awaited everyone's review on your dish. wanda had been leaned against you, her arm wrapped around your shoulders.

"This is..." tony stared down at his plate for a moment before snapping his gaze back at you, mouth full. "fantastic." Wanda smiled down at you, it was clear that she was proud of you but other than anything she was happy that she could make you happy.

[damn-stark]

La vie en rose pt.2

Pietro Maximoff x reader

Requested by anon “I think this is a good idea. So Pietro didn’t die in Age Of Ultron but dies in endgame so afterwards reader has same powers as wanda btw makes her own reality sorta like wandavision and they live in the town together and it’s basically just wandavision plot and jimmy woo and darcy are trying to get in meanwhile. I really hope this isn’t to long for you! Maybe you could do 2 parts if you’d like that? I just had this idea for a while thanks! 🤍”

Warning- Angst, sadness and fluff

———-

“We can get married.”

“Huh?”

Pietro turns his head to meet your bewildered expression and he smirks and leans closer to talk in a softer voice so others around wouldn’t hear. “Think about it, we’ve known each other ever since we got our powers and we’ve been together since we joined the Avengers, it’s been long a time and we’ve gone through a lot. We should just get married.”

You narrow your gaze on him and try to hold back from getting lost in those deep blue eyes of his as you try to comprehend what he was proposing, as you tried to figure out if this was some joke, because the way he just said it out of the blue seemed like it.

“And,” Pietro continues nonchalantly as he looks at the horizon ahead, “we can get married in Las Vegas, just like this couple did in one of Wandas sitcoms. It seems like a lot of fun.”

“Hmm,” you nod slowly and tear your gaze away from him, feeling your mind spin with many different thoughts; one of the main ones being that this man couldn’t be serious. “And you want to do this while we’re on the run?”

“Yes,” Pietro nods as he pops a grape into his mouth, “I mean do you have a better idea? I don’t see ourselves being free people anytime soon.”

Yeah, right. You look down at your hands and delicately begin to twist the silver bracelet around your wrist, feeling a wave of sadness wash over you.

Was this really going to be your life? Running away and hiding? Not being able to have a stable home, or a taste of a normal life anymore? All because you didn’t want people controlling what you can’t, or can do with your own abilities?

It was stupid and unfair.

“Do you really think we’ll always be on the run?”

Pietro looks at you again and puts the fruit cup that he had in his hand down, turning more serious than he was expressing himself before. “Not always, there will come a time when we’ll be free again, where we won’t have to hide. The world—or should I say universe is a messed up place, the people will need our help again and we’ll be there to save them, that’s when we’ll be free.” Pietro wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. “So don’t worry your pretty head about that.”

You lift your gaze to meet his and you can’t contain the soft smile that spreads on your lips, he kisses the side of your head and his smile turns into a mischievous smirk again. “So about my plan, what do you say?”

Once again you narrow your gaze on him and drop your smile, pushing him aside and twisting your body to land on the pier and begin to walk back to the others, hearing Pietro follow quickly behind you and continue insisting on his “plan”. Which you just turned down, “no.”

“No, what? You won’t get married to me? Why? Do you not love me?”

You shove your hands in your (his) hoodie pocket and watch the perplexity in his eyes as he tried to solve what you had said.

It was an amusing sight, seeing him so lost, it made you want to let him figure it out on his own, but you couldn’t stand it. Instead you did a little jog to get in front of him and continue to walk backwards as you explain yourself in a relatively joking manner, perfectly copying his accent and his expression. “We can get married. Just like those people on tv. I won’t give my girlfriend that I love with all my heart a good proposal, I’ll just throw it at her all nonchalantly and not have a hint of romance behind it.”

“What are you talking about? It was romantic.” He plays along, mocking your own accent. “You're wearing my sweater and we’re on this pier that overlooks the ocean. It’s plenty romantic.”

You grin and go back to using your normal voice before shrugging and commenting, “no ring?”

Pietro narrows his gaze on you and his smirk widens as he digs his hand in his pants pocket to pull out a small simple, yet beautiful ring. “Oh this? I didn’t think you’d want it, so I didn’t offer it to you.”

“Aha, I see what you’re doing.”

Pietro shoots you a flashy smile and expresses a cocky expression, “you thought I forgot didn’t you, my little witch? Like I could ever. Plus Wanda and Natasha would’ve killed me if I did.”

You turn around and fall back to his side, grinning like a love struck idiot and hooking your arm around his while he continued. “So what do you say? Yes?”

——

“What do you two want?” You ask in a threatening voice as you block their path and stay glued at the entrance of your home.

“We just want to talk,” Agent Woo explained, “to you about what you’re doing here—”

“I’m not doing anything,” you defend yourself. “I’m not causing anyone any trouble, I’m here living my life in peace.”

“That’s what you want to believe, but what you’re doing here is wrong, y/n. You’re holding people hostage—”

“No,” you cut him off sharply as you tighten your grip around the doorknob and feel faint sparks of your magic emerging from your hands. “These people here are fine, they’re in peace, they’re living the lives they want. I am not causing them any type of pain. So if you both may please leave my property that will be great.” You narrow your gaze on them and feel the doorknob under your hand bend as your grip around it tightens when you try to push the door forward to close it. Finding that before you could shut it, Doctor Darcy stopped it and shoved it back to continue with this talk and look at you with a more serious look.

“You know after knowing what you went through, after finding out your history with Pietro, I understand why you’re doing this, keeping up with this facade. But it��s not right, all the people you’re keeping here are in pain—”

“I’m warning you,” you spat out, “stop before I actually try to hurt someone.”

“What’s going on here?”

You look over your shoulder at the sound of a new voice and see Wanda with an upset look already painted on her face. Pietro not understanding what was happening comes up behind you and begins to investigate for his sister. “What do you two want?”

“We just need to talk to your wife and sister,” Agent Woo answers, lifting the badge on his chest and showing it to Pietro. “I’m FBI. We just have a couple things we need to go over.”

Pietros hand on your shoulder tightens and the curiosity that he contained was gone, he doesn’t ask for an explanation from you, nor his sister and just instantly gets on your defense. “Well she has no right to talk to you if she doesn’t want to, neither of them have done anything wrong.”

“You may not see it, but they are. This, you it’s all—”

“That’s enough,” Wanda cuts him off while she joins Pietro and you by the front door, “I’ll tell you two this just once. Leave before I force you to leave.”

Agent Woo scoffs, “I came here to do my job, and I won’t leave until I see it through.”

“Fine,” you deadpan while you let the doorknob go and open the door wider. “I’ve had enough. I’m giving you five minutes to talk.”

Doctor Darcy blinks and raises her eyebrows in surprise. “Wow, okay, unexpected.”

They try to come in, but you step up and block their path. “No. Not here. Outside.”

From the corner of your eye you see Wanda take a step after you, but before she could take another one, you look back and offer her an assuring look. “It’s okay, I’ve got this, wait for me here.”

“Are you sure?” She probes with concern.

You nod and smile, “I’m sure.” You look to Pietro and share a short lingering gaze that contains unspoken words. You knew he was itching to follow, but he trusted you more than anything and stayed behind with his sister while you walked with the two unexpected and unwelcome visitors.

“How did you get here? Inside?” You ask them once you’re at a good distance from your home.

“It’s a long story so we won’t bother.” Doctor Darcy replies, “all we will explain is that we know you’re not a bad person, y/n, we know you don’t want to hurt these people, moving on and accepting what happened is normal—”

“I’m not hurting them,” you repeat in a grumble, “they’re at peace, Wanda assured that.”

“You may think that but they feel your pain, your grief,” Agent Woo explains making you grow stiff and stop dead in your tracks to look at them with a narrowed and puzzled gaze. Something sparks in your brain, but you can’t and won’t comprehend what he really meant, you look down at your ring around your finger and sigh, clenching your fist and turning cold.

“Have either of you ever had a dream?” You interject as you look up at them with that same cold glare.

“I mean yes,” Doctor Darcy chuckles, “everyone does. But I don’t understand why you’re saying this because it doesn’t have anything to do with what we’re talking about.”

You tilt your head slightly and feel your lips tug into a mischievous smile, “I can help achieve those dreams, you could live here and live the life you’ve always wanted, you’ll be happy, at peace. Just like these people, Wanda and I.”

“No. It’s not right.” Agent Woo protested as he took one cautious step towards you. “Understand before someone else forces you to understand.”

You sigh and clench your fists tighter. “Is that a threat?”

“No. But if you don’t stop this it might as well will be. You don’t understand what we’re going through so they don’t see you as the villain, so they don’t come attack you, or throw you in jail. And you wouldn’t want to share a cell with your father now would you?”

You scoff, “I’m not the villain of this story, I was never the villain of this story! But people don’t understand that! For as long as I had my powers I’ve fought against people like Hayward, people who try to keep me under lock and key, who try to cast me out and kill me!” You exclaim, feeling your power re-emerge from your hand and engulf your whole hand, causing a yellow hue to bask your face and your eyes. “You don’t understand, none of you have ever understood! All I’m trying to do is save the people I love and keep them safe, just like my father was before people like you took him away because he was a “threat”.”

“Your father killed—”

“No!” You growl sharply, “my father didn’t kill anyone, his actions were a by-product of what Stark weapons did, our family died because of his inventions. My father was never the villain, just like I’m not.” You raise both of your hands and elegantly wave your hand to change back to your suit, lifting yourself off the ground and looking down at them this time seeing the fear in their eyes and ignoring it. “I gave you a chance, now I’m giving you a warning, leave and don’t come again because if any of you do, I’ll become the villain you want me to be.”

Using your powers, you lift them both off the ground with ease and swiftly throw them out of town with no remorse, watching them fly out until you couldn’t see the hue of your powers anymore to gently land back on the ground, changing back to the same dress Pietro gave you with a flick of your wrist and quietly returning home. Stopping however at the entrance of your front door to look down at your silver bracelet and stroking the design engraved on it gently with the pad of your thumb. You let out a shaky sigh and feel your eyesight blur with the tears that were quick to emerge.

You swallow back the thick lump that formed in your throat though and kept yourself from giving in to such actions. Instead you draw in a deep breath and slowly exhale it out to open the door and greet Pietro with an assuring smile. When he saw you, he rushed to you and instantly as you predicted began to ask about the mysterious visitors. “What wrong, what did they want?”

“Just questions about my father,” you reassure him, discreetly using your powers to freeze him and join Wanda in the dining room with a gloomier expression set on your face.

“Let me guess, they want to get to you to make me stop this? To threaten you?” Wanda suggests in a bitter tone, whilst she takes a seat on the couch and rests her head in her hands. “This is not the first time they’ve tried to stop us, tried to kill us; first that woman and then they shot that missile.”

Slowly you join her on the couch and express a deep sigh. “We don’t want anything from them, we’re not threatening them, I don’t understand why they can’t leave us alone.”

“Because they’re afraid,” Wanda points out what you already knew but didn’t want to admit. “But this is our home, y/n, we can’t let them scare us, or let them take advantage of us. We have to protect our home.”

You meet her gaze and smile, “you’re right, they can’t take this from us. Not this.”

Wanda stands up and you don’t falter behind, standing up a couple seconds later and feeling more confident than before, feeling inspired and strong. Even more so with her words. “We’re going to fight for our home and our families.”

A smirk tugs on your lips and you offer her a nod, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay. Goodnight, y/n,” Wanda smiles at you before she heads to the door, looking back at you and smiling wider, “you look beautiful by the way.”

“Thank you.”

With one last smile, Wanda finally heads back to her own home and you’re left in the center of your living room, alone, watching Pietro's frozen figure, for some reason not instantly letting him go. Instead just taking in the silence and recalling what those two from before had told you.

Were they really in pain? All these people? Wanda said they weren’t and you trusted her more than you trusted them.

Yet why were you so bothered and confused.

What were you even doing?

You glance back at your wrist and then turn back to Pietro, releasing another sigh before going to him and releasing him from the frozen state he was in, also erasing the memory of what had just happened, only letting him remember what was happening before you got interrupted.

“Right,” Pietro speaks up happily, “so where were we?”

“Our date,” you remind him with a beaming grin, extending your hand out to him so he would gladly take it and pull you back to the table.

“So I was thinking,” Pietro begins mischievously, “we should have a kid of our own.”

“Huh?”

“Just think about it, we could give Billy and Tommy a cousin and a play date.”

You lick your lips and set down your utensils that you had just picked up. “You want a child? I thought you wanted to live life in the fast lane? Live life like if we were always in a vacation?”

Pietro shrugs, “we can do that with a kid. A little girl? We’re not on the run anymore, y/n, we have a nice home, it’s what you wanted no? I think we’re ready.”

A grin spreads on your lips and you feel an excitement wash over you and erase the stress you had gone under. You pick up your utensils again and take a bite out of your food that until this moment had been left untouched, leaving him in a small, tense waiting period until you swallowed and gave him your answer. “I’ll think about it.”

“Good. Good,” Pietro nodded, taking a bite out of his food and then continuing quite impatiently, “but don’t think about it too long.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes. “Fine. I’ll give you my answer by tomorrow.”

“Morning?” He finished for you.

“Mhmm, maybe.”

Pietro groans, “fine, fine.” He takes another bite of his food and just as you saw he was going to add something else, another knock sounds on your door. “Who could that be at this time?”

You shrug and this time feel yourself turn more nervous that you had gotten before. You hesitate to answer, but when you see Pietro move to open the door you get up faster. “I’ll open it.”

Before he could argue against it, you head to the door and swing it open, freezing completely at who was standing out the door this time.

He was familiar yet unfamiliar. He had the same white hair but that’s about it, his face was different and his body was built different. You should’ve been confused at his sudden appearance, but it just automatically made sense.

“Pietro?”

Said man out the door smiles and waves, “hello, little witch, you’re not going to let me in?”

[marvels-bitch-boy]

Emerald Eyes: definitely safer

*Y/N and Pietro sitting in jail together* Pietro: So who should we call? Y/N: I’d call Natasha, but I feel safer in jail

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

Blame (Part 1)

Word Count: 1679

Warnings: I think you could see what Y/N says to Peter as fluff, but other than that it’s angst. Maybe some language? 

Hi, so I took the blame part of LUCIDS: PART THREE by Nicholas Podany (5:40-6:00), so it was not mine originally

Tony’s part was inspired by the Chat Blanc episode (mostly just the sitting on the roof and singing and taunting part) Peter’s is too

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FIVE YEARS LATER

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Wanda looked around her. She was in a forest of some kind. She didn’t recognize it. Well, besides the fact that it looked like every other forest she had been in. She took a step and somehow ended up on the top of a building. Alost immediately after she saw Y/N run past her. She gasped and ran to her, In an attempt to catch her. It looked as if Y/N has suspended in midair with Wanda reaching out for her. “Y/N, take my hand! Come on! Take it!” She sobbed, “Damn you Y/N. Take my hand!” She tried to reach further. But ultimately had to stop and go back as she almost fell.

Wanda watched as Y/N looked down and saw her move slightly. Y/N looked back up at Wanda before speaking the softest she had ever heard her. “Let me go.”

She held up the tears and shook her head, voice barely any louder than Y/N’s. “No. I won’t. Please don’t make me. Please, just reach to me.”

Wanda noticed Y/N also held back her tears as well and gave Wanda a small nod. “It’s okay.”

“Please.”  Wanda watched Y/N took in a quick breath and pushed herself off. Making Wanda reach further. Falling herself. She heard Natasha scream as she fell. She watched as the ground came closer and just as she was about to hit it she felt a shock run through her body.

-

Wanda jolted up, gripping her chest. Trying to steady her breathing. She quietly got up and walked out. Surprised to see the rest of the team already up. But they all looked just as drained as she felt. Tony, who looked the worst, was as if he hadn’t slept in a week, which was possible for him.

“Hey look! Wanda’s up! The whole gang is here!”

She looked at Clint, who looked even worse than when Nathaniel was born. “Did anyone sleep last night?”

No one said anything which answered her question. She grabbed a bowl and cereal, pouring it into the bowl. Grabbing the milk from Peter she poured it in as well. She grabbed a spoon and dipped it in. 

By the time she had finished no one spoke still. But everyone was still there. Just sitting or standing. She sighed, knowing what she had to do, but didn’t fully want to do it. But knew it would be what was best. She placed the bowl down and looked at Tony. Moving her fingers slightly she carefully tapped into his mind, making sure he wouldn’t tell.

-

Tony’s head shot up as he heard his name being called. “Tony.” He stood up when he heard it again. He walked out of the lab. Following the voice. It led him to the roof of the Tower. And there he saw Y/N sitting on the ledge. Her legs swinging back and forth as she quietly sung a song. “Little kitty on the roof. All alone without his lady.”

“Y/N?”

She turned around and smiled widely. She stood up and jumped off the ledge, towards him. “Tony! Oh gods it’s been so long!”

He stumbled back, “I--how--am I?”

“Dead?” She shook her head, “No, although, you’d wish you were.”

“How are you here?”

“Oh I’m not,” She motioned around them, “Here. No, I’m actually,” She pointed up, “There.” She laughed, “Surprising! I know! But, you know, they do say that only the guilty sleep.”

“That’s in jail.”

She shrugged, “So?’ She walked closer to him, “Tony,” She placed a hand on his shoulder, “You don’t deserve anything. All you do is cause destruction. It’s all your fault. All of it. It’s your fault that I died. It’s your fault Wanda’s parents died. It’s your fault Pietro died. It’s all your fault. You should have died in New York.”

-

“You know Bruce. That monster inside you. It just--I just don’t understand how you could think it’s good. It almost destroyed Harlem and did destroy most of New York City. I mean, everyone hates you.”

“Y/N.”

“You know, you were right. Whatever HYDRA did to me was horrible. But at least it let me continue to be a pain in the ass from beyond the grave.”

“We didn’t mean what we said.”

“Didn’t you?” She laughed, ‘you knew I would hear it, but yet you still did.” She smirked, “You’re lucky that you have your monster. Or else I would kill you.”

-

Thor walked into the throne room. “Brother.”

“Thor.” Loki walked over to his brother, “I thought I was the brother who hurt everyone.”

“What.”

“Lady Y/N. Does that ring a bell?” Thor looked at Loki, ready to attack. “Oh! It does! Good! Because you need to listen to me brother, anything and everything you thought was true, toss it out the window. It is not true. Lady Y/N was not uncontrollable. You and your Midgardian friends were just scared. But I promise you brother, you should have cherished the powerful women you had.”

“What are you talking about brother.”

“Boo.” Thor whipped around as he heard Y/N’s voice, but was surprised to see she wasn’t there. “Over here!” He turned, “Over here!” He kept spinning, trying to find her until he got pushed down. “Tell me Thor. As Prince of Asgard, did you ever make mistakes?”

“Yes! Of course I did!”

“Now tell me, where you ever told you were to uncontrollable and didn’t deserved to be helped?!”

“Well no--”

“So then why did you tell me that?! Why did you believe I should be kicked off?!” She was floating above him, “Tell me!”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“No.”

“Well you might wish to remember soon.”

-

Y/N sat on Clint’s porch and he slowly walked to her. “Y/N.”

“Hi Clint.”

“What’re you doing?”

“Wondering.”

“Wondering what?”

“How could someone trust a murder, two kids who willingly worked for HYDRA, but not the girl who he fought side-by-side with before she was taken by HYDRA?” She looked at him, “Tell me Clint. How?”

“Perhaps he saw only bad in the other.”

“But yet she tried so hard. So hard to be good. So hard to gain control.”

“Y/N.”

“I hate you Clint.”

“I know.”

“You trusted Natasha, who was sent to kill you. You trusted Wanda and Pietro, who both fought against you. Hell, you named your youngest son after Natasha and Pietro! But yet you thought that the innocent girl was nothing but evil.” She waived her hand and purple-reddish magic flowed out, “Good move Clint.”

-

“‘No, even then she was just a liability’ Wow Rhodey. How sweet. You know, you were the only one who didn’t cry.”

“What the hell?”

“What? It’s true. Everyone else cried at my funeral. But not you.” She pointed a finger at his chest, “Not a single tear was shed. I mean, it was a pretty sad funeral. I mean, everyone had something to say. Well, everyone but you. So tell me. Why do you hate me so?”

“Does crying at a funeral really mean you miss the person and not crying means you don’t?” 

“So you did care?”

“I only said what I did to make myself believe it.”

“What you said is what killed me. Saying that I was always a liability.”

“What?”

“Yeah, didn’t even think about it before you said that.” She shrugged, “Maybe that’s something you should think about.” 

He yelped as he felt a burning pain on his chest. He looked down and saw a hole burned into his shirt, a mark appearing on his skin. He looked back up and she was was gone.

-

“To compensate for loosing Riley you become and Avenger and lead one of them to their deaths. Tell me why I find that ironic?”

“Why?”

“You lost your friend because something went wrong and fell to his death. You lost me because of what you agreed with and I fell to my death.”

“I didn’t think you would do that.”

“Do what? Kill myself?” She shook her head, “Oh Sammy, I didn’t.”

“What?”

“Listen, I still need to pay a few other people a small visit, but hey, it was nice talking to you.”

-

Peter swung his legs back and forth, signing the same song Y/N did. “Little kitty on the roof. All alone without his lady.”

“It wasn’t your fault Peter.”

“Wasn’t it? I agreed that you were uncontrollable and should be kicked off of the team.”

“You did what you thought was right at the time.”

“I didn’t mean it.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

She sat down next to him and he leaned into her, “I wish I could go back and tell you I’m sorry.”

“What do you think you’re doing now?”

“This isn’t real. You’ve been dead for five years. No matter how much I wish you weren’t.”

She kissed the top of his head, “Keep wishing Peter and it just might come true.”

“What?” He looked up and she was gone and he was left with questions.

-

Wanda fell backwards, grabbing the counter tightly. “Wanda!” She felt someone grab her lightly and walk her over to the table. “Are you okay kid?”

She looked and saw Clint kneeling in front of her. She then looked at everyone, all had worried looks on their faces. Whatever tiredness from before had been taken away. “She talked to you all?”

“What?”

Before Wanda could talk the lights turned off and the same purple-reddish light she saw with Clint’s dream appeared. “Do you blame yourself?” Y/N’s voice echoed around the room.

“F.R.I.D.AY., what’s happening?” She heard Tony say quietly.

“What?” It was Clint.

“Well, it’s quite common for a person in this situation to feel a kind of...guilt.”

“What situation?” Wanda asked it softly, as if she was asking herself.

The light illuminated to room and they call saw the corpse of Y/N. “The accident.”

There was a flash of white and soon Y/N and the light disappeared. The normal lights to the Tower coming back on. But Y/N’s voice echoed throughout the room. “You’re all to blame.”

[lizamango]

Finding You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 6/?

A/N: Hi loves! Long chapter ahead! Watched Shang-Chi this weekend and wowowowowow go see it if you haven’t!! 

We are now in the AGE OF ULTRON phase; I wanted to finally start building the foundations of your friendship with Wanda this chapter! 

And Agents of Shield cameos!

Summary: You’ve been one of SHIELD’s top spies for years but what happens when the organisation you’ve put your trust in crumbles and Captain America gives you a mission to help him find his best friend? The last thing you expected to happen was to fall in love with your assignment and become best friends with a witch.

Taglist  ~ just comment if you wanna be added

@buckylokisimp​​, @white-wolf-buckaroo​​, @austynparksandpizza, @markandlexies,  @yaszx​

Word Count: 2705

Masterlist

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5

Warnings: cursing, slowest fucking burn oml

Chapter Summary: You meet the Maximoff twins and the Avengers on your search for Sergeant Barnes.

Chapter 6:  I’M NICE TO MEET

“Another bust,” I say into my comms as Fitz, Johnson, Ward and I exit the base, leaving knocked out or restrained HYDRA agents for the local authorities to find.

“Copy that,” Fury replies.

“You know, this is like… we’re vigilantes, right? This isn’t legal anymore? We have no jurisdiction anywhere,” Fitz says.

“SHIELD did what SHIELD wanted,” I shrug. “Now it’s our turn.”

“That’s true, SHIELD never followed the rules, not even their own,” Daisy added.

“Excuse me, did you forget that you were on the line with the Director of SHIELD?” Fury defends.

I chuckle. “You mean former right? Because Fitz has a point, if we get caught we go to jail too.”

“Well, good thing we still have access to a quinjet,” Fury says as he lands right in front of us.

“Very smooth,” we climb in as the ramp comes down and take a seat. I sigh, “gone are the good ol’ days.”

“I never even got to experience them,” Daisy shrugs.

“They weren’t that great for us. She had it good, being Level 7,” Grant comments.

“You’re Level 6! I’m still Level 4!” Fitz exclaims, offended.

“The system collapsed when SHIELD fell, I can make you unofficially Level 10 if you’d like?” I offer as I go to the mini fridge to take out a… “who ate the mozzarella and prosciutto wrap?” I say, closing the door and looking at everyone disappointedly.

“Wasn’t me,” Daisy and Grant say.

My eyes shift to Fitz. “I’m sorry, did it have your name on it? Because it didn’t so…” I pick up an apple and throw it at him. “Ow ow ow what the hell!”

“Behave,” we hear May through the comms.

“Sorry, May,” we all say as we take out seats, buckling up to meet Fury.

He’s typing away at the computer when we enter his makeshift underground office. It’s still hard to get used to being based here and not some fancy DC high rise.

“We’ve stormed two bases and found nothing. The Avengers have cleared four and they haven’t found the sceptre either,” Daisy recounts.

“There has to be something we’re missing,” Fitz says.

“We have two computer geniuses, tactile and operations experts and we can’t find a magical space stick,” I say, frustrated but this mission isn’t the only thing on my mind. It’s been almost a year since Steve asked Sam and I for help and we still haven’t found anything solid. The HYDRA bases haven’t revealed anything helpful either.

“On a lighter note, HYDRA is six bases down! I see that as an absolute win,” Fitz smiles.

“I’d say you all take a break. I’ve not found anything as of yet so… go back to your lives for a little bit. I’ll send directives if I find anything,” Fury orders.

“You know… you’re not the boss of us anymore, right?” I raise a brow.

“You’re dismissed.”

I go home with the intention of getting some rest but there’s something grating at my mind. It seems too easy that we’ve taken down six bases in the span of a year after HYDRA had been hiding in the shadows for decades… I go to my laptop and map out where each base was found. Huh… They arrange in a line of six and when the order of discovery is taken into account it seems that each base gets farther and farther away from one country. Sokovia.

I pack a bag with disguises that I still kept around, a photostatic veil and more subtle weapons in the place of guns. Time to go into the belly of the beast.

I look at my phone and assume the identity of a scientist that I see is on her way into the base. Before she gets too close I knock her out with a an electric disc. I drag her unconscious body to a place with cover and scan her face with my phone, syncing it up with my photostatic veil. Once it uploads, I put it on my face which has now taken hers. I style my hair similar to hers and replace my clothes with hers. I tie her up but inject her with a sedative that should last long enough for me to gather intel. I go through her bag and read through her diary and tablet to see where she should and shouldn’t be, to prevent suspicion.

I sigh. “Ideme na to,” here we go, I practice my Sokovian.

I enter the base. Doctor Kovak seems to be reporting to sub-level 3 according to her diary. I follow the signs quietly but the staff here seem to be too busy with their own tasks to mind me.

“Doctor Kovak,” I turn to the source of the voice. Wolfgang von Strucker, of course. “How are the test subjects?” he asks.

“I’m checking on them now, Herr Strucker,” I respond. He nods and gestures for me to walk with him. He leads me to two rooms with one sided glass. HYDRA’s still experimenting on people… There’s a man in the cell to the left who looks healthy enough and a woman in the cell next to him, sat on her knees looking at blocks of wood. I raise a brow but take out Dr. Kovak’s tablet, tapping around to find something.

“Magnificent, aren’t they?”

I find a tab on SUBJECTS and tap it, leading me to 16 more tabs labelled FAILURES but two SUCCESSES. This brings me to the Maximoff twins, Pietro and Wanda. The doctor’s newest entry was from last night. “The male has increased metabolism and improved homeostasis,” I say. “His vitals look normal, for someone going through this,” I add as I look to the monitor on the wall of his side. “The female has exhibited abilities of telekinesis.” I stop myself from frowning… they’re human?

“Keep an eye on them. I want to know more. I want to know how they survived the powers of the sceptre while many others did not. What makes them special, doctor? We are running out of bases to feed the Avengers.” He walks away before I can acknowledge his orders.

So the sceptre is here and they were just trying to keep themselves out of our radar. My stomach sinks slightly in disappointment as there was the possibility that what HYDRA was hiding was Barnes… maybe he’s still free then. Hopefully.

I look at the twins files for more information on why they would volunteer for such experiments. Native Sokovians, orphaned at ten years old and only having each other since then. I look up and notice that Wanda is staring at me. Or, correction, she’s staring into my soul.

I need to find the sceptre but that can wait at the presence of two enhanced individuals that have chosen the opposing side.

I open Wanda’s cell. “Miss Maximoff,” I greet. “Good morning,” she doesn’t reply. “I just wanted to learn more about you.”

Her head tilts but she doesn’t say anything.

“What made you want to volunteer for this… program?” I ask.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I believe there is something special about you and your brother. We’ve of course taken biological samples but I like to take a more… holistic approach to find out more.”

She looks at me and I swear her eyes glow red.

“I just want to help.”

She blinks and her posture relaxes as if she believes me. “I lost everyone but my brother. There’s so much wrong with the world. We just want to change it.”

“That’s why you agreed to be experimented on?”

She nods. “My turn. What did you do to the real Dr. Kovak?”

I look up sharply. How could she possibly…? Wanda doesn’t seem to want to alert the other scientists and agents of my presence so I clear my throat and straighten up. “She’s safe. I just needed intel.”

Her brow raises. “On what?”

“Can’t ask me two questions in a row, Miss Maximoff.”

“I could just… read your mind.”

“You can do that?”

Her brow quirks as an answer. “Have you been withholding information from Strucker?”

“Yes.”

I hum at her honesty. “Good. You can’t trust him.”

“And I can trust you? A strange woman who is wearing someone else’s face and clothes,” she counters.

“Compared to anyone else here? Yes.”

She is about to say something but alarms sound. I leave the cell, closing the door with a last look at Wanda. I’ll get her out, I promise myself.

“What’s happening?” I ask, tucking the tablet away.

“We’re under attack.”

“Who?” Strucker asks.

“The Avengers.”

Shit. I sneak out and hear Strucker giving out orders. I find a server room and start downloading what intel I can about HYDRA’s plans and remaining strongholds for any clue on Sergeant Barnes’s locations and slip out. Rogers doesn’t need to know I was here with no back up.

The cold air greets me as I climb out of the base and start to discreetly make my way back to the town to catch a train to the next city to catch a flight back to DC

I feel someone behind me and I sharply turn, dodging their hold and kicking them in the knee by instinct. I stop when I see who it is. But he doesn’t as he goes in for a punch, I dodge and use his shield to propel myself backwards to get some distance between us.

“Steve! Don’t sneak up on a spy like that, you’re gonna get yourself killed.” I reach a hand down and he takes it as he gets back up on both feet.

He frowns under his helmet but there is no recognition in his eyes. I remember than the veil is still on my face so I peel it off and undo my hair.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Same as you,” I shrug.

“Did you come in with a team?” he asks concerned as he places his shield on his back. “Y/N where is your team? Did you not have back up?”

“I went in alone, okay?”

“Why would you do that?” Someone in his comms must have spoken because he turns away briefly. “I’m dealing with something but south west is clear.”

“It was just intel retrieval. Nothing big.”

“It’s you vs HYDRA, that’s not enough. Did you even have an extraction plan?”

“I was gonna take a train to Bucharest and then a plane back to DC.”

He gives me a what the fuck were you thinking look. “You ride back home with us. But for now… care to join us?”

I smirk. “How could I refuse?” We enter the compound to take down more HYDRA agents. As Steve kicks down an agent Strucker runs into us.

“Baron Strucker. Hydra’s number one thug,” Steve says, circling the man.

“Technically I’m a thug for SHIELD,” he retorts.

“Well then technically you’re unemployed. Where’s Loki’s sceptre?”

“Don’t worry, I know when I’m beat. You’ll mention how I cooperated, I hope,” he surrenders immediately. Suspiciously.

I frown and see the flowing red eyes in the shadows.

“I’ll put it right under illegal human experimentation. How many are there-”

“Cap!” I warn but it’s too late as Wanda hits him with a red surge of energy that knocks him down the stairs.

I’m ready in case Wanda comes for me but she doesn’t, just exiting the place and closing the door behind her.

“We have a second enhanced. Female. Do not engage,” Steve says into his comms as he runs back up the stairs.

“You’ll have to be faster than that–“ I hit Strucker with a disc and he convulses as he falls.

“I love those things,” I remark.

Steve chuckles then picks Strucker up. “Guys, I’ve got Strucker.”

“Want me to keep looking for the sceptre?” I offer.

He nods. “I’ll take Strucker, you find Tony. Nat and Bruce are still on the field but Thor and Clint are on the jet.” At my confused look it’s like he read my mind. “Clint got hurt. But he’ll pull through.” He turns into his comms. “Tony, Y/N’s coming to you.” Steve gives me his communicator and leaves with Strucker.

I go back to the level where the twins were to start looking for Stark.

“Mr. Stark this is Agent – well former agent Y/N L/N, are you able to give me your 20?”

“Well, I found the sceptre. Bringing it up with me now. I was at the south corridor and I found a secret doorway.” I follow where he says, remembering the map I saw on the tablet. “Nice to meet you, former agent.”

“I’m nice to meet, Mr. Stark.”

“I like you.” He taps something on his bracelet and his armour envelopes him.

“Is that it?”

“Yep. Pretty underwhelming, huh?” he seems out of breath… shaken.

“Are you alright, Stark?”

“I’m fine,” he responds all too quickly.

“Let’s get to the jet,” I follow the coordinates that Steve sent me on my phone and the Avengers are all there waiting.

Natasha smiles as she sees me. “What a surprise,” she says going in for a hug as Stark hands the sceptre to Thor and starts up the engine.

“Whatcha doin’ all the way out here?” Clint rasps.

“I could ask you the same thing old man,” I lightly joke, weary of his injury.

“Who you callin’ old? We got a thousand year old and a hundred year old on board.”

“Alright, ease up before you hurt yourself even more,” Natasha says as she gives him a sedative.

Once Clint was passed out and secure I take a seat with Nat next to me.

“So what are you doing here?” she asks.

“Same as you.”

Raising a brow she sighs. “Don’t tell me Fury’s still working you?”

“Of course he is. We have to take down the rest of HYDRA.”

“That’s our job, now.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, you’re doing great just invading countries that already hate you and wrecking historical sites. Top notch spy work.”

“Not a spy anymore, Y/N and neither are you,” she retorts.

Steve enters our conversation, standing tall with his arms crossed. “What do you mean?”

“See, you don’t even do your research before you go in. What happened to knowing your enemy?” I ask them both.

“Last I checked our enemies were people we thought were friends so I think we know them pretty well,” Steve replies.

“The two enhanced?” I counter. “What do you know about them?”

“What do you?” Stark asks.

I smirk. “So nothing?” I pull out the tablet that miraculously did not take any damage. I turn it on and find the file on the twins. “They’re called the Maximoff twins; Wanda and Pietro. They were orphaned at 10 years old when a shell hit their civilian apartment in the Novi Grad Bombings. Sokovia has been in the middle of a rebellion for years now. They don’t like you guys very much. Wanda has… special abilities. Neuroelectric interfacing, telekinesis, mental manipulation,” at confused faces I simplify. “She can move things with her mind and read yours. The latter, she has kept from Strucker.”

“So how do you know about it?” Stark asks.

“Because I spoke to her,” I shrug. “I know she can read minds because she knew I wasn’t the doctor I took the identity of.”

“You got in proximity with them?”

I nod.

“You know how dangerous that is, Y/N? You could have gotten killed, going in there like that, all alone. Did anyone else know where you were?” Steve demands.

“Okay, one, I wasn’t alone, I had my weapons.” He rolls his eyes. “Two, that’s classified.”

“There isn’t a SHIELD anymore, Y/N. Information isn’t classified.”

“Then I’m not telling.”

“Why not?” Nat asks.

“Because you’ll yell at me.”

Steve presses two fingers on the bridge of his nose and huffs, knowing the answer.

“What about the other one? Pietro?” Stark asks.

“He’s just really fast.”

We land on the helipad at Stark tower and Helen Cho and Hill take Clint to patch him up. Steve asks about Strucker and we get the news that NATO has him and it’s all in all mission accomplished.

💖

Chapter 7

Thank you for reading everyone!

[aliasimagines]

budapest//pietro maximoff

a/n: I was so afraid to write a hungarian reader for some reason but right now I just don’t care. I just had this idea last night and quickly wrote it. Nooow, I don’t wanna say I am gettin out off my writer’s blog but I might be.. (but only thanks to this quick bastard and József Attila xd)

hungarian!reader x pietro (i think i kept the reader gendernetural)

word count: 915

"As fucked up as it sounds.. I am so glad Bértesy got out of jail and decided to pull off an illegal weapon deal." you say not even bothering to hide the smile playing on your lips. The excitement you got since you learned that the team has a mission in your birth-town just got stronger since you got on the Quinjet, and now that you actually landed and set your foot on the cobble-stoned streets of Budapest you felt more than excited. 

"Let's get that motherfucker!" 

Natasha smiled at your eagerness and led you and the rest of the team to the garage building where the deal was to take place. It was a simple mission that didn't require all of the Avengers to be here. Natasha was here because she knew her way around here almost as well as you. Clint didn't come, he just doesn't like Budapest, and neither did Baner, Vision, Sam, Rhody. 

So it was just Tony, Steve, Nat, the twins and you. 

The mission itself was quite easy. You busted in, took out the dealers and their goons, Stark and Cap got the weapons on the plane and soon everyone was ready to fly back home to the Avengers facility, everyone except for you. You stopped right before the stairs of the Quinjet. 

"Hey guys… I think I'll stay for a bit? Make sure the police really locks up  those douchebags." you say. Of course the team knows why you actually want to stay back. Since joining the Avengers you rarely got to visit your home. Wanda sent an understanding smile, she gets your homesickness. Steve leaned against the metal wall of the plane. 

" And how are you planning to get home?" 

You bite your lip, you could book a flight, it would take much longer than using the jet but you could do that. Or.. 

"It's, ok. I'll stay and get us home." you almost jump hearing Pietro's voice from next to you. "I'll help y/n oversee the police." 

"Are you sure you wanna run that much after a mission, son?" 

"Oh, come on Cap, I barely got to do anything this mission. Let me run a bit, eh?" 

You smile at the speedster and Steve nods, giving you guys his approval. 

"Alright, see you later kids." 

The jet takes off leaving you and the silver haired boy alone. Staying true tk your words the two of you go and check the police but once making sure everything's alright you wander around the mostly quiet streets. The dim light of the street lamps, the fresh night air and the sound of passing cars makes you feel warm inside. 

"I love Budapest at night." you say to your companion. "Sure it is beautiful in the daylight but at night? It's.. Truly breathtaking. For me, at least." 

Pietro hums in agreement. His eyes scan the floodlit bridges and buildings. 

"So this is where you grew up?" he asks. 

"Not right here but yeah, I grew up in Budapest." you inhale a big amount of the night air and exhale with a smile. It smells like your childhood. You feel a gently breeze caress your cheeks. "So, why did you stay here with me?" 

He shrugs his shoulders taking a bite of the lángos in his hand, which you have no idea when he got but you are almost sure it wasn't there a minute ago. 

"Always wanted to visit. Plus I love spending time with ya, draga mea." 

You chuckle. 

"Sure you do, Maximoff. You wanna sit by the banks of the Danube? I used to love doing that."

He offers you his arm with a wink. 

"Lead the way, miere." 

You walk together till you find a nice bench to sit on. You talk some, he asks about the city, your childhood here and he gets some more food, this time bringing some for you too. After a while the two of you just sit there, enjoying the pleasant weather and the picturesque scenery. The lights of the bridges and buildings reflect on the water of the river. The whole atmosphere is so peaceful and calm. Something Pietro rarely experiences. He is always on the go, always rushing to get from one place to another and never thinks about stopping to enjoy the little things. Yet here he is, looking at the sleeping city, with you leaning your head on his shoulder and he feels calm. 

"You were right. This is beautiful." 

You look up at him with a soft smile. His accent sounds heavier as he speaks with a lower voice. 

"I'm glad you think so." you gaze into his deep blue eyes and he does the same. 

"We could come here more often." 

"Definitely." you mumbled "And maybe next time I'll get to show you around a bit more." 

He flashes you his signature smirk. 

"We still have a few hours to ourselves, miere." 

You cannot say no to him,but it's not like you want to. So you get up and pull him with you. 

"Let's get going then, drágám." 

You see him raising an eyebrow. 

"What? If you get to call me pet names in your language, so do I." 

Pietro laughs and kisses your temple. 

"I guess you are right. So, we go?" you can't help but smile again and grab his hand. And you go, discover not only the resting city but the thing you have been feeling when with one another. 

[sunshineandaisies]

Play Nurse

Part Six of the Neighborly Affection Series

Words: 968

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: language, sexual suggestions

Note: So if you recognize this from like 4-5 years ago, it’s because this is a repost from my old account (caps-best-girl) that I’ve since deactivated. There are 12 parts to this in total that I’ll be editing and reposting throughout the week.

You wiped at your running nose again, sniffling to keep the snot from leaking onto your face. “I told you, Wanda. I’m fine,” you repeated into the phone for the third time. “It’s just a little cold.”

“Just a little cold my ass. You ditched me on movie night. You never miss movie night,” she argued. You could hear someone speaking in the background, and you assumed it was Pietro. “Even my brother says you sound awful.”

“Am I on speaker?”

“Hey, Y/N!” you heard Pietro shout. “You sound like shit!”

“Listen, I’ll be over in like an hour okay. I’ll bring some soup and we can sit on your couch and watch movies until you pass out,” she offered. “It’ll be just like movie night, but not on movie night.”

You sighed, knowing that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “I’m not even going to fight you on this.”

“You learn quickly, young grasshopper,” she commented, giggling. “Okay, see you soon.” You heard her shout, “Pietro! What the hell are you doing?” just before the line went dead. You snorted in laughter and shook your head before setting the phone down on the couch beside you, flipping through channels absent-mindedly.

You eventually settled on a cheesy made-for-TV movie, and you curled up on the couch, thick blanket draped over your shivering form to combat the chills. You were halfway through the movie when your heard a key jiggle in the door before the lock was turned and the door was swinging open. A singsong voice greeted, “Honey, I’m home,” and you instantly whipped around to stare at the person with wide eyes.

“How the hell did you get in here?” you asked as James shut the door behind him.

“With my key,” he answered, holding up the tiny silver key to show you.

“How the hell did you get a key to my apartment?” you asked, even more confused than before. “I don’t remember giving you a key. Did I give you a key the night of my birthday? I swear, I didn’t drink that much. You would think I would remember if I had given you a key to my damn apartment or not.” You pressed two fingers to your temple. “What the hell is going on?”

He smirked as he replied, “Nice to know you’re still rambling in your condition.”

“My condition?” you asked, hoping he would elaborate. He didn’t. He just stared blankly at you while he took his jacket off and sling it around the back of the chair. “Why are you here, James?”

“Wanda called. She said something about having to bail her brother out…”

“Of jail?” you interrupted. It was Pietro, so it was highly possible. He was unpredictable, and that was putting it lightly.

James shrugged. “She didn’t really say. She just asked if I could play nurse for you tonight. At first I thought she meant something else, but I’m cool with this, too.”

You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the TV. “Aren’t you worried you’re going to get sick?”

“Nope. I don’t get sick.” The sound of clattering pots and pans pulled your attention back to him, and you turned to see him rummaging around in your cabinets. “Where the hell are your saucepans?”

“Why?”

“I’m making you soup.”

You sighed and stood from the couch to help him. You quickly found what he needed and set in on the counter in front of him. “I feel disgusting, so I’m going to take a bath. Make yourself at home.” You glanced at his stuff lying around your living space. “Or you know, more at home than you already did.”

You disappeared into your bathroom and quickly filled the tub with steaming water. The water felt nice as you eased yourself into the tub, letting the steam clear your airways and the heat relax your muscles. A soft layer of bubbles floated on the top of the water, and you closed your eyes, feeling better than you had in three days.

You were so wrapped up in your relaxation that you hadn’t even noticed James slip into the bathroom and sit on the lidded toilet beside the tub. “Soup’s done doll,” he said, startling you. Your eyes flew open at the sound of his voice so close to you – so close to a very naked you – and you drew your knees close to your chest, wrapping your arms tightly around them.

“What the hell, James? I’m naked!” you cried, and despite the heat of the water you could still feel the heat of your cheeks flushing.

He smirked, glancing down at the bubbles that concealed your body from his view. “Oh, trust me. I know.” He sipped some of the chicken broth from the spoon before adding, “You know, I could always join you. They say sex helps you get over a cold faster. It clears the sinuses.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “Neighbors don’t have sex, James.”

“Sure they do,” he countered. “Neighbors have sex all the time.” He filled the spoon with more broth and held it out for you. “Come on, Y/N. Open up for the airplane.” He mimicked the sounds of an airplane as the spoon edged closer and closer to you.

“I’m not a child.”

“Just open your damn mouth, Y/N.” You did as you were told, and you sighed happily at the warmth of the soup trickling down your throat. “See. With Nurse Barnes on the case, you’ll be better in no time, with or without the sex.”

He was right. You were better in two days. He, however, came down with a cold and constantly reminded you in his temporary nasally voice, “Sex really helps clear the sinuses, Y/N.”

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Double-Up

Nat x Reader: angst, mild smut, fluff

WC: 1.5k

Description: Set during Age of Ultron, the team goes to Clint’s house to lay low. There aren’t enough rooms for everyone so you and Natasha have to share. 

“We’re still a few hours away,” you heard Clint say as he piloted the Quinjet through the night.

You and the rest of the team had just faced Ultron and the two enhanced, who seemed to be working with him now. The boy, Pietro, was fast. The girl, Wanda, could manipulate minds. He was an inconvenience, but she was considered a serious threat to the Avengers. Working her magic, she was able to hypnotize the whole team, leaving you all a little shaken. 

You didn’t know what the others were forced to see, but you would never forget the visions she put in your head. With a wave of her hand she had thrown you back into your childhood. You were twelve, huddled in your room. Your younger sister was curled up next to you. She had been crying and you were trying to comfort her. Beyond your closed bedroom door you could hear your parents screaming at each other. This happened often but it was worse this time. They sounded like they were at the top of the stairs but suddenly your mom’s screaming stopped and you heard a gunshot, followed by the sound of her body falling down the stairs. 

You screamed, trying to cover your sister’s ears. The police showed up later that night after a concerned neighbor called. Your dad was arrested and sent to jail for the murder, and your sister was never the same after that. You always blamed yourself for that night. You felt like there was more you could have done to protect her and maybe even save your mom. 

“A few hours away from where?” Tony’s question snapped you back to the jet. You looked around. Bruce was rocking back and forth, a blanket wrapped around him. Natasha was sitting quietly, staring blankly ahead. 

“We’re going to a safe house,” Clint responded. Safe. That sounds good, you thought to yourself. With that slight comfort, you felt the weight of the fight fall on you and you slept for the rest of the ride. 

*****

The next morning you were woken up by Steve. The Quinjet had landed in a field, you didn’t know where, but there was a large house on the lot. You and the rest of the team brushed yourselves off and walked inside. 

You all met Clint’s very pregnant wife and two kids. He had never mentioned them to you before but the kids knew Nat, and they were ecstatic to see her standing in the doorway. 

“So we’re staying here for a few days?” Steve asked. 

Clint and his wife, Laura, nodded. “Unfortunately,” Laura said, “There aren’t enough bedrooms for everyone. Some of you will have to share.” Tony rolled his eyes at this before claiming the living room couch as his own. 

Thor couldn’t stay past nightfall, so Steve and Bruce decided to room together. That left you and Nat. 

“What do you say, Y/N?” Nat crossed her arms over her chest and smiled. “Why don’t you and I have a little slumber party?” 

You and Nat had become good friends after working together for a year. Being the only two girls in the tower pushed you closer, but there was still a lot you didn’t know about each other. There was something intimidating about sharing a room with her, even just for a night or two. 

“Sounds fun,” was all you said, smiling back at her. 

You, along with the rest of the team, spent the day helping out around the house and keeping the kids entertained. Shortly after dinner, Natasha disappeared, going up to your shared room. 

Once you finished dessert the conversation had started to slow. Tony had made one too many comments about Cap’s “Language” incident, and everyone was getting tired. 

“I would see myself out, but it appears you’re all sitting in my bedroom.” Tony said. Steve got up and went to sit on the porch. Bruce decided he should go to sleep, and Clint and Laura went to tuck the kids in. 

“Goodnight guys,” you called out before making your way up the stairs. 

“Goodnight Y/N,” they all responded. 

You walked up to the bedroom, the second door on the right, Laura had said. You opened the door, surprised to see the room was empty, the beds still made. Where’s Nat? You thought. As if on cue, another door across the room clicked open. Nat walked out, a cloud of steam escaping with her. Her hair was wet and she was in nothing but a towel. 

“Oh, sorry.” You blushed at her before quickly turning to face the wall. 

“Don’t worry about it,” she laughed. “We’re both girls here.” 

You let out a quiet laugh to couple hers, still focusing on a painting that hung in front of you. 

“You can turn around now,” Natasha called. You turned slowly to find her in a pair of shorts, slipping a tank top over her head. 

“I should change too. Do you know where I could find some clothes?” You asked. “Ones that would fit me, at least,” you added, knowing you were substantially smaller than both Nat and Laura. 

“I have something.” Nat walked to the dresser by the door and pulled something out of the top drawer. “What do you think?” She held up a lacy black and red nightgown. “I left it here the last time I visited.” 

“Yeah, I’m definitely not wearing that.” 

“Why not?” Nat pouted. “It would look so good on you.” She gave you a playful smirk. Was she…flirting with you? 

“Because,” you started, swallowing nervously, “I’m sure it looks amazing on your curves, but I have the body of a twelve-year-old boy. I would drown in that thing.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” Nat started to close the space between you, driving you up against the wall. 

“Natasha,” her face was inches from your own, “what are you doing?” 

“Are we not allowed to have a little fun? You’ve been so tense lately.” Her gaze traveled down your body and you felt shivers run down your spine. “I think you need to loosen up a bit.” Natasha ran her hands up your arms, stopping to rub your shoulders. You let them fall, relaxing your muscles for the first time in days. 

She smiled at you as you let out a relieved sigh. What the hell, she’s right. One night of fun couldn’t hurt. “Just so we’re on the same page…” you looked up at her and, with a sudden burst of courage, cupped the side of her face with your palm and kissed her lightly. “You mean this, right?” You said, pulling away. 

“That was bold,” she noted, a smile working its way across her face. 

“I hope that’s not a problem, Agent Romanoff.” Deciding to roll with it fully, you threw extra sweetness in the last few words. 

“Not at all.” She reconnected her lips to yours. They were soft and warm, and her hands traveled down your back, pulling you closer to her. You yelped as she picked you up, not breaking the kiss. She walked back towards the bed, and you wrapped your legs around her waist to stabilize yourself. 

Nat placed you on the bed gently, trailing kisses down your jaw. She pulled the collar of your shirt down and worked her way lower. Your head was thrown back into the pillows, and your eyes were closed. You just wanted to enjoy this for a while. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Nat stopped, rolling next to you as you sat up on the bed. “Who is it?” She called. 

“Laura,” the voice on the other side rang out. 

“Come in.” You said, running a hand through your hair to erase any evidence of Nat’s hands in it. 

Laura appeared in the doorway, an extra set of clothes in her arms. “Hi, I just wanted to bring Y/N something to sleep in.” She offered them to you. 

“Oh,” Natasha flashed you a teasing look, you glared at her, trying not to blush. “Thanks.” You took them from Laura and placed them on the bed next to you. 

“Let me know if you need anything else.” You and Nat both nodded. “Until then, I’ll leave you two alone.” She walked back, you and Nat giggling quietly to yourselves. “And girls,” Laura paused at the door, “Don’t make too much noise. The walls are thin, and Lila likes to wander around late at night.” 

“We won’t, Laur.” Nat rolled her eyes. “Goodnight.”

Once Laura closed the door behind her, Nat turned back to you. “So?” She raised an eyebrow. You hit her arm gently. “Ow, what was that for?”

“You are a tease, Natasha Romanoff.” She feigned offense at this, knowing you were right. “Now, I’m going to change and go to sleep. 

“But-” Nat protested as you got up. 

“Thin walls!” You called back as you walked to the bathroom to get ready for bed. It felt good to have a little control over her.  

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Legally Blonde 6: So Much Better

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Just a legally blonde AU with you starring as Elle Woods. Based on both the movie and musical.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2608

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“Alright Wanda, are you ready?” It’s Pietro’s birthday and Wanda had made one of those doggy cakes for him.

“I don’t know Y/n, Ultron scares the crap outta me!”

“That’s okay.” You rub your hands up and down her arms. “You can channel that fear. Remember you are a strong independent woman and you must be reunited with your dog.” You turn her around to start heading towards the trailer.

“Anyone who bakes their dog a birthday cake deserves nothing less.” Buck places his hand on her shoulder and smiles at her in reassurance.

“Oh, and it’s shaped like a bone!” Wanda takes the lid off the tray to show the bone shaped cake with ‘Woof’ on it.Bucky chuckles at that and you start to move her closer to the trailer.

“That kind of devotion cannot be ignored.”

“It’s not easy to find dog friendly chocolate substitutes.” Wanda knocks on the door and the man living there pops his head out the window.

“Ugh not you again! I want your fatass off of my property.” You cringe at the way he speaks to Wanda and get ready for a fight.

“I want to see my dog! I got a right! I bet you didn’t even know it’s his birthday today.”

“Oh is it your birthday?” He looks inside talking to the dog. “Well you can’t see him jelly gut. Best decision I ever made was throwing you out!” He snatches the cake out of her hands and shuts the window. Wanda screams in annoyance and anger.

“Can you believe I lived with that for ten years! And that cheapskate, he never even got me a ring.” You’re about to go hug Wanda when Bucky grabs your arm and turns you to face him.

“Y/n, they lived together for ten years.” He put emphasis on ten years and it clicks in your mind.

“Of course! Bucky, you are a genius.” You knock on the door and he swings it open groaning in the process. “Mister Ultron, we are Miss Maximoffs legal team.”

“Lawyers?”

“I don’t think you realize that the great commonwealth of Massachusetts recognizes your ten year relationship with Miss Maximoff as a common law marriage. And entitles her to equitable division of property.”

“Huh?”

“Which means…” You motion for Wanda to finish it off after seeing the light flood into her eyes.

“I’m taking the dog, dumbass.” Pietro comes out of the railer and Ultron grumbles as he goes back inside. The Jack Russell Terrier runs straight to Wanda and she picks him up. Bucky scratches the dogs head quickly before you all start to walk away. 

“Oh boy have I missed this face! Oh Y/n, Y/n this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me! Thank you so much!” Wanda parts from the two of you to head home and you feel warm inside.

“Was that law? Is this the point of law? I’m feeling kind of high.”

“Are you okay?” Bucky gets concerned as he sees you place your hand on your heart.

“This is why we all study and slog, to help the underdog.” You turn to Bucky for the first part but then turn back to look at Wanda’s retreating form for the rest of it. 

“Yeah, quite literally in this case.” You laugh at his joke and he smiles at you, proud that you enjoyed using law to help Wanda. “Come on, it’s late let’s get you home.”

***

The next morning you and Bucky see a crowd of people surrounding the board in front of Pierces class. You share a look with Bucky before going up to Thor who’s closest to you and also the nicest student you’ve met. 

“What’s going on?”

“Pierce’s firm is defending a murder trial. His caseload is so big, he’s taking on first-year interns.” At that Pierce makes his way out of the hard of students and over to Bucky.

“Bucky, I’m making you my co-council on the Barton trial. Prove yourself here and the title Associate isn’t far off.”

“Yes sir!” 

“We start Monday at nine A.M. sharp.” He turns back to the hoard of students and speaks before going back to Bucky and speaking only to him. “And make sure everyone dresses appropriately.” He speeds away to get away from possible squealing.”

“Oh Bucky that’s so great! I’m so proud of you!” You put your shoulders on his shoulders and hop up and down. While you do that you here Valkyrie celebrate getting the internship. You both walk towards the list with Bucky holding your hand. As you do that Peggy makes her way out of the crowd and sees Steve.

“Steve!” This causes you to turn and watch them. “We got Pierce's internship! It’s just like we planned!”

“Babe that’s perfect!” They embrace each other and your heart breaks a bit more when they kiss. “Almost as perfect as our wedding will be.” Steve spins her the way he used to to you. Your eyes follow them as they move away to celebrate taking the rest of the crowd with them.

You’re frozen in your spot thinking about how you thought if you were patient he would love you again. You thought that with time Steve would start to respect your mind and love you again. Watching him walk away after you turned your life around for him felt like a fatal blow. Bucky taps your shoulder and points to the list after you turn around.

“Woah! Is that my name on the list? Is this a mistake? Am I even awake? Pinch me now to make sure.” You hold your arm out for Bucky and he pinches your wrist while chuckling at you. “Ow! Yes, that’s my name in black and white somehow I’m doing something right. I feel so much better than before.” You and Bucky do your handshake before he goes to get some work done. “Oh Steve, sorry I’ve been a pest but I guess my best wasn’t working with you.” Steve just turns back to his huddle of friends. You tap his shoulder and he turns back to you slightly annoyed. “But, it looks like I found a cure and I so look forward to working with you.”

“What? Working with who?” He moves quickly to look at the list.

“Do you remember when we spent spring break in the hot tub every night? We said nothing else would ever feel so right. Well, this might!” Steve had a smirk on his face until your last sentence. His head snapped to face you and frowned. “Seeing my name up on that list, that beats the first time that we kissed.” You follow Steve to the list where Peggy is already standing. “You thought I was dumb, but I guess that somebody’s judgement was poor. Seeing my name in black and white is like making love with you all night.” You smile at him glad to see him so annoyed. “No wait. It feels so much better! ‘Cause I am so much better than before.” You walk away after that ready to celebrate. 

You can’t wipe the smile off your face and think how maybe she’s what he prefers but maybe his mind and he’d look up to find that you’ve moved onto better things, better jobs or bigger rings. There’s no time for you to cry over him now because you’re too busy loving your name on the list. You take out your phone and call your mom. 

“Hey, mom.”

“Hi honey how’s law school? Are you ready to come back home?”

“I actually got an internship with my teachers firm. I’ll be working with him on a murder case. I’m doing something right here.”

“That’s great sweetie! I’ll let your dad know about it as soon as he’s back from golfing. He’ll be so proud of you. I’m so proud of you.”

“I feel so much better than I ever have before mom. Love you, I’ll let you get back to what you were doing.”

“Okay love you too Y/n.” You hang up and put your phone away.

***

At the first meeting you bump into Steve and Peggy on the way to the office. Steve walks away quickly leaving you and Peggy behind. You both stare at each other for a bit in silence before you decide to break it. “You look nice today Peggy.”

“Thank you.” You both walk to the office in silence.

Once everyone arrives Pierce begins to play a workout tape and you recognize the person in it but you can’t quite put your finger on how. Pierce pauses the video and stands up to speak.

“Meet our client, Natasha. Her very wealthy husband was found shot to death in their Beacon Hill mansion.”

“Gold digger?

“You’d think so but she was rich on her own. She has a fitness empire. She claims she didn’t kill him.”

“Did she?”

“Let’s watch some more.” Pierce plays the video again and it shows Natasha speaking of how a jump rope can be used as a defensive weapon. “Who thinks she’s guilty?” Everyone but you raise their hands. “Here’s where you kids come in, Natasha has trouble trusting me. I’m her only chance to win but I don’t speak MTV.

“I’m a Delta Nu-”

“Not now. I want her whipped into shape, if there’s a brain in that hair tell it that I’m the key to the plea or the chair.”

***

The next meeting was at the jail and you were all meeting with Natasha.

“Miss Barton I’m Bucky Barnes, your co-council during the trial. These are the interns here to help out. We are here to whip up your legal defense.” Natasha chuckles at that a bit. “We’d love to discuss your case and go over a few choices. We wanna free you as soon as possible. So you can bring your message back to your fans.”

“Good, that’s what I want. This oughta be easy.”

“Pierce briefed me on your meeting and there’s a significant amount of evidence against you. To free you the jury will need to know an alibi.”

“Not gonna happen.”

“Even though it could save you.”

“If you put me on that stand, I’m gonna be forced to lie.”

“Okay Miss Barton if we can’t hear an alibi then you should expect a plea bargain.” Seve walks over to the table they’re sitting at as if he owns the place.

“And admit to something I didn’t do?”

“With a plea bargain you’d be out in a couple of years. That sounds reasonable, right?” Peggy sounds annoyed at Natasha as she speaks.

“Reasonable to do time for my husband's killer? Hmm, not really.”

“She’s tough.” Valkyrie whispers to you before also approaching Natasha. “Yo, sister.”

“Yo, not related. You know I need a legal team that knows I’m innocent. Get out of here, all of you. Guard!” Everyone leaves but you wait with your back to her hearing her muffled sobs. You make a split second decision to try something.

“Who, who is the girl with loyal friends and true?” You snap twice.

“Who, who?” She snaps twice back at you.

“Who, who has a bond as strong as crazy glue?” You turn around and face her and she hesitantly turns to you too.

“Who, who?”

“Who can sound the call and sisters all come through?”

“Who, who? Delta Nu Nu Nu. Delta Nu Nu Nu. You are a Delta Nu. Delta Nu Nu Nu. Delta Nu Nu Nu. You are a Delta Nu.” As you both speak together you do the hand signals to the Delta Nu song and speed up as you get closer to the end of the song.

“Delta Nu’s former UCLA president Y/n Y/l/N. I knew I recognized your mugshot.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh yeah. Your DVDs got me in shape to be June in the girls of UCLA calendar.”

“That is so great. Thank God somebody on this legal team gets me.”

“Sisterhood’s forever.” You hold out your pinky and she takes it to do the Delta Nu shake. “I believe you Natasha and I will fight with everything I have to clear your name. But that involves an alibi.”

“I can’t tell it.”

“Everyone has their secrets. For years I denied my highlights.” You bend your head down and she looks to see said highlights.

“It’s beyond highlights, Y/n it’s a disgrace. My secret is nuclear and if it gets out, I could lose my fitness empire. Which means everything to me. If I tell you, will you Delta Nu sister swear not to tell anybody?”

“I will double Delta Nu sister swear.”

“Your hardcore. Okay here it is.” She hooks your elbows together. “On the day that my husband was killed I had…” She then says something so low that you can’t hear it.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Liposuction! Minimally invasive , outpatient lipo, but lipo!” You gasp and cover your mouth in shock. A guard comes over to get Natasha to take her back to her cell. “I had to do it serious cottage cheese was showing up on my ass.” The guard grabs onto her and starts to pull her away. 

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

“My followers are depending on me, I cannot let them down. You have to take care of me Y/n, you swore.”

“Y/n there you are.” Bucky’s voice rings out and you turn to face him and everyone else.

“Where’s Natasha?” Pierce asks and you can’t help but wonder when he showed up.

“The guard just took her back.”

“Great.”

“But I got the alibi.”

“You’re kidding?” Pierce sounds shocked as if he expected you not to be able to do anything. “So what is it?”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I double Delta Nu sister swore not to.”

“Y/n this is not some little sorority thing.” Peggy steps in front of you.

“Oh I know it’s a big sorority thing. But don’t worry Natasha really had nothing to do with this.” Everyone circles around you looking annoyed that you won’t tell the alibi. Except for Bucky who just looks confused. “Think about it, Natasha’s a fitness queen, exercise gives you endorphins, and endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don’t kill.”

“Bucky, a word.” They both step away from the group.

“Y/n, are you serious? If you don’t give up the alibi we will all lose this case.”

“Then I guess we aren’t very good lawyers.” Peggy then groans in annoyance at you and walks away.

“Would you stop being a Marilyn? Look Boobear, Y/n.” Steve takes the hands that were skimming down your arms off and clears his throat looking over at Peggy. “Look Pierce wants that alibi, give it to him and you can sail through law school knowing that there’s a big fat job offer waiting for you when you get out.”

“But I gave Natasha my word.” You’re getting real tired of being ganged up on.

“So what, who cares?”

“Who cares?!” You huff and turn to look at Bucky and catch the last part of their conversation.

“Bucky, let me be clear. This is your chance, and I gave you simple instructions. Lead this legal team and get me an alibi. You’re zero for two.” He begins to walk out of the room. “Everyone field trips over. Let’s go. Back to work.” Everyone passes him but he stands in the way of the two of you. “Except you two. I’d rather not see ratty corduroy or legally blonde again today.”

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No One Cares For Orphans - Part 1

A/N: I really hope you guys like this idea, let me know if I should do more parts.

Summary: You are an orphan, when you were in High School you met Bucky Barnes, the both of you started dating. But one day you take the blame for a crime that your boyfriend commit, how much is your life gonna change?

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, just overall sadness.

Tagging: @lostinthoughtsandfeelings​

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You didn't have a family, living in a orphanage your whole life in New York, but you were really intelligent which allowed you to attend a prestigious private school, that’s where you met Bucky and Steve, and you fell in love with Bucky since the first time you’ve ever seen him. But you weren’t the only one from the orphanage that was extremely intelligent, Josh he was two years older than you, but his problem was his addiction, his mother was a prostitute addicted to heroine, he barely made it out alive, doctors were more than impressed that not only he survived without any consequences, but he had such a high I.Q.

You remember the first time you saw Bucky like it was yesterday, he was laughing with his group of friends, Steve, Sam, Natasha and the twins Wanda and Pietro. You were walking with Josh, trying to get to know the school more, that’s when your eyes locked with Bucky’s and you got shy, averting your gaze, his deep blue eyes were too much for you. Josh was talking to you about something but you couldn’t concentrate, trying to get another glimpse of Bucky, without getting caught. That’s when Bucky came alone to talk to you and Josh, he had a smirk on his face, exuding confidence.

“Hi, you guys must be new. I’m James, but everyone calls me Bucky. And you are…?” Bucky extended his hand to shake your hand, but that wasn’t something that Josh wanted.

“Leaving.” Josh dragged you away from Bucky, he didn't want anyone hurting you, or taking advantage of you.

“Josh, he was just being nice.” You said after you were away from Bucky and his friends.

“I thought you were smarter than that, rich kids ain’t shit, little goblin.” Josh laughed when you slapped his arm, he was the big brother you’ve never had.

“I’m not a little goblin, you’re just freakishly tall.” That was true, Josh was too tall for his own good, you’ve never met anyone as tall as him.

“Whatever, just stay away from the rich kids. I will too, because if we don’t, they will chew us up and spit us out. Nobody cares about orphans, promise me.” And you did promise him that, and Josh promised you the same thing. But neither of you kept that promise, Josh was dealing drugs inside the school, and you started dating Bucky. And eventually you and Josh parted ways throughout High School.

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You were so happy with Bucky, all your life you were looking for someone that loves you, that takes care of you, that respects you, that will work for your relationship, and you found all of that on Bucky. In your senior year, you and Bucky were trying to get into the same college, and he said that you wouldn’t have to worry about housing, because he wanted the two of you living together, you had so much planned, you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with Bucky.

But everything changed in a matter of a week, your whole world crumbled down right before your eyes. You found out that Josh died of an overdose, in a ditch somewhere. You felt guilty, because of Josh’s drug problem, you distanced yourself from him, instead of helping him, and now he was dead and there was nothing that you could do about it. And you also found out that you were pregnant, which was worse due to the fact that you and Bucky had sex a few times, and he was your first. Bucky gave you a car as soon as you turned sixteen, you said that it was too much, but he insisted, and having a car was a lifesaver to you.

You haven’t seen Bucky in three days, ever since you discovered your pregnancy. You knew that it was going to be complicated, but you and Bucky would make it work, having a baby wasn’t easy, but you craved for a family, and you knew that the man you loved more than anything in the world did as well, because he hated his family, because they didn't approve your relationship, you knew that Bucky would be happy.

It was three in the morning when you got a call from Bucky.

“Y/N, I think I killed someone.” That’s all what he said, you tracked his phone and went out to find him. He was in the middle of nowhere, and he was crying, you saw a man on the road, he didn't seem dead.

“Thank God that you’re here, doll.” He hugged you, tightly. You’ve never seen Bucky so distressed, he was usually so calm and aloof. “I’m gonna go to prison, gonna go on trial as an adult.” He kept mumbling whilst you were trying to help the older man, and that’s when you made the worst mistake of your life.

“Take your car and leave, I’ll handle this.” You were still seventeen, but Bucky was eighteen. He looked at you with a dumbfounded expression, but he kissed you and left. You put your car where Bucky’s were, and you called 911.

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After the ambulance and the police came, you were taken to the police station, you didn't say anything, but you sent Bucky a message, saying that you needed him and that you were being held at the police station, he read the message, but did not replied. That’s when the tears came, you took the blame for the man you loved but he couldn’t even help you. You have been sleeping in the police station for three days since no one would bail you out, the only person that could help was dead, Josh.

You were in the small at the precinct and you saw a man, he had dark black hair and a wide grin on his face, his presence commanded respect. You saw him talking to the detective that was handling your case and he left for the interrogation room. The detective took you to him, you haven’t showered in two days, and sleeping wasn’t an option.

“Miss Y/L/N, I am Loki Odinson your lawyer.” You gave him a warm smile, Bucky didn't forget about you. You couldn’t be happier. “I will help you with your case, my firm does many cases pro bono and I take the time to help the causes that are close to my heart.” Pro bono? That meant…

“No one sent you here?” The smile fell off your face, Bucky did forget about you.

“No, but the good news is that you are a minor which means that your record might sponged. And you haven’t told them anything, which is good.” Loki was the best lawyer money could buy, and he was known for his ‘non traditional’ methods of defense, but no one could ever prove foul play.

“I’m used to bigger people bullying me, I’m not easily frightened, sir.” Loki pointed at the chair for you to sit down and you did, and you tried to prevent tears from falling. “How much time do I need to be in jail for?” You didn't want to give your baby for adoption, and at that moment you realised that you were truly alone in the world and that Josh was the only person to truly care about you. Loki laughed, as if you said the most ridiculous thing in the world.

“You won’t spend any time in jail, the man was missing for two weeks and the family is more than happy to have him back, they don’t want to press charges, he wasn’t badly injured. But the State does, and I’m more than capable of giving you community service, if that. Before we start, I must know everything about you, and do not leave any detail.” You took a deep breath, if that meant not giving your baby up to adoption, you’d do anything.

You told him every single little detail about your until to that point, uneventful life. Loki was paying close attention to you, and he seemed more than satisfied with your story.

“That is the reason why you asked me if no one sent me here?” You only nodded your head, how stupid you felt. “The Barnes family are ruthless, they wouldn’t allow themselves to be caught up in this mess, even if it was their son that created it.” That was the moment that your innocence died, only believing the best in people, that wasn’t you anymore. “I already know what you’re going to say to the police and at your hearing, and you will leave without any type of repercussion, and I intend on suing the NYPD for the way that they treated you.” You only nodded, and at that moment you’d do anything not to end up in jail.

“The baby that you’re carrying is from your former friend Josh, in the middle of the night he came to your bedroom and violated you.” You were going to protest, but Loki only raised a finger to stop you. “The reason why you hit the man was because you fainted while driving, due to the pregnancy. You’re going to say that you tried to report the rape but they didn't listen to you, a little bit of victim blaming a pregnant teenager, the judge will apologize to you on his knees.” Your case was the easiest thing that Loki ever dealt with, in week you’d have nothing to worry about besides your baby.

“Why do I need to smear Josh’s name like that? Why can’t I say that the baby is Bucky’s?” You didn't want to do that to the only person that ever cared about you, you parted ways at the end, but you never stopped loving Josh.

“The Barnes Family won’t allow their precious son to have a bastard child, and they will hunt you and your baby down. They are ruthless people, Y/N.” A lump on your throat formed, Bucky would allow his family to do that? But when you stopped to think about it, Bucky did everything that his family told him, the first time you went to his house, mother told him that she didn't want you there, so Bucky never took you to his house ever again. His family controlled him, and he did nothing about it, you doing this for him was his way of getting rid of you.

“I will do it, no one weeps for orphans.” You’d only hoped that no matter where Josh was, he would be able to forgive you. Calling Josh a rapist was probably the worst thing you ever did in your life, he was like a brother to you, and he would never hurt you.

You gave your statement to the police with Loki by your side, you even cried, the detectives assumed it was because your the sexual assault, but it was because you were accusing Josh of a crime he didn't commit, that he would never be capable of doing with anyone, since he was a baby conceived through rape. The police let you go and they give your things back to you, on your way out. You threw your cell phone away, and you left the building with Loki, you broke down, you had no one to turn to, you would eventually be kicked out of the orphanage because you would be eighteen in six months, and you had nowhere to go.

“What am I going to do now?” You said between sobs in Loki’s arms, you were desperate.

“I have something in mind for you.” Loki guided you towards his car, and drove off.

***********************************************

Loki entered a huge tower in New York, everything was so pristine and the building screamed wealth. Loki didn't say anything to you, he was simply guiding you to the elevator. He pressed the button for the penthouse, and the elevator started. When the doors were opened you could hear a man shouting, and someone aggressively typing on the keyboard.

“Stark.” Loki made his presence known, but the man didn't acknowledged him or you for that matter.

“I’m busy right now, Odinson.” The man shouted, but Loki only rolled his eyes.

“There is someone that I want you to meet, and I’d like to know if you can help her.” Tony stopped to look at you and Loki, and he got up from his chair, he was wearing glasses and he seemed to be in his early 30s.

“I’m Tony Stark, and if this horrible man says that I must help you, then I will.” You shook his hand, and he sat down again in his chair.

“Y/N, if you need anything just call me. I have to prepare for your case and many others, I’ll speak with you shortly.” Loki smiled at you, and you hugged him, murmuring ‘Thank you.’ “Take good care of her, Stark.” Tony only dismissed him with his hand and Loki left you there, but you trusted Loki, if he trusted this man, so did you.

“Do you need anything, Mr. Stark?” The least that you could do is make yourself useful, but Tony visibly winced.

“Never call me that again, it’s Tony we’re going to be roommates. What do you know about I.T?” You liked Tony already, he reminded you of Josh, carefree but also very intelligent.

“I wanted to go to college to study, I.T.” That seemed such a distant dream, your whole life was turned upside down, because you loved a rich and entitled brat, that wanted you to go to jail for a crime that you didn't commit, just to stop him from getting into trouble.

“Colleges are a waste of time and money, trust me I’ve been in three.” Tony got a bottle of water, and came closer to you. “Tell me more about your story.” 

“Can I rest for a little bit? I haven’t been sleeping well for these few days.” Tony nodded.

“Of course, choose whichever room you want. But tomorrow you’ll tell me your story and then I’ll teach you everything that you need to know about I.T and we can get my company back.” To be honest, you weren’t that tired, but you were avoiding telling all the horrible memories of everything that you’ve been thought. You entered the first room you came across, you took a shower and put the same clothes that you had before, and then you cried.

Bucky probably never loved you, and he found a way to get rid of you and you were stupid enough to believe him. You were happy that Loki found you, you had no idea what to do if he didn't did those pro bono cases, probably jail and giving up your baby, but your baby would be loved, he didn't need his horrible father, he would have everything from you, you had a reason to keep fighting and make sure that your baby doesn’t become like his father. Josh was right, no one cares about orphans, especially James Buchanan Barnes.

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Different Roads... Same Destination: Part One

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (established)

Summary: When the Avengers went back in time to get the Infinity Stones, new timelines were created. By not delivering them back to their exact same spots, you and Steve created major changes in those timelines. What happened? (Non-American!Reader)

This is a sequel to “Be Your Own Hero”. I highly recommend you read it first, since it features many major changes in canon that are addressed here.

Notes: Y/N = your (first) name; Y/Co = your home country; Y/Ci = your home city; Y/N/L = your native language (to be ignored in case you speak English).

Masterlist

Part One

New York, 2012

The Avengers were still trying to understand what happened when a loud ‘thud’ was heard. Tony turned to see the Scepter lying on the ground.

“Well, here is the thing Loki used to brainwash people”, he said. “But where is the Tesseract?”

“This isn’t the Mind Stone”, Loki said. “They placed the Tesseract in the Scepter.”

Everyone turned to him. He had already been right minutes prior, when he pointed out there were four Avengers from the future. Now the team was more inclined to believe him again, especially Thor.

“How do you know this, brother?”, he asked, frowning.

“The glow is different, for starters. And... I don’t know how to say this accurately, but I feel different when the Mind Stone is near me. Ever since those warriors came from the future and took it, I felt... lightweight, even if for brief moments. As if...”

Thor’s eyes widened. “As if the Mind Stone has some sort of power over you.” Loki nodded weakly. “Well, this is important information. Mother will certainly know to fix this. Stark, hand me the Scepter. It will be safer in Asgard.”

A SHIELD agent opened his mouth to protest, but there was little they could do as Tony gave Thor the Scepter. The Asgardian walked to the open balcony, his brother in his arm, and left, though not without asking his ‘brothers-in-arms’ to find the Mind Stone first.

“We’ll do surveillance around the Tower”, Runlow said, “with your permission, Mr. Stark.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. I don’t want that thing near any of us.”

~~

“Wait”, Tony said. “Loki was under mind control back then?” 

You turned behind to face him, but a quick glance told you almost everyone was surprised. “You didn’t know? He told me back in 2014.”

Loki wasn’t there to defend himself, busy as he was being king, but Thor was. “Honestly, I didn’t know either, not until Asgard was destroyed. Loki told me on our way here that Mother chose to perform her purification spells out of everyone’s eye because... It would be better (or less worse) to have people believe Loki had turned evil than to have them know about Thanos. But yes, he was under Thanos’ influence through the Mind Stone. It wasn’t exactly like what he did to Barton and others, but close enough.”

That made an awful lot of sense. No one had a good answer for that, and they turned back to the ‘screen’.

~~

It took five years for the Mind Stone to be found. In the meantime, SHIELD was dismantled, the Winter Soldier was revealed to be a brainwashed Bucky Barnes and HYDRA was taken down piece by piece.

There was no Scarlet Witch, no Quicksilver, no Ultron, no Sokkovia Accords, no Zemo. Steve found Bucky in Bucarest in 2016 and, after weeks of talking and with Sam’s help, took him to New York. There, they faced another battle, as many people wanted him in jail for the crimes he committed as the Winter Soldier.

Surprisingly, their help came from Tony. “I know what he did to my parents, yeah. I read all those files Romanov leaked. But we all saw what brainwashing does to a person, huh?”

No, Tony and Bucky didn’t become friends. Despite his forgiveness, Tony was still wary of him; poor man had his own mental health issues to face already. But he was willing to pay the best lawyers to convince the public that Barnes had no control over himself for the past seven decades, and that the Winter Soldier was nothing but a weapon in HYDRA’s hands. It took time and money, but it was worth it, for Bucky was absolved and reclaimed his status as war hero.

Even so, he didn’t want to stay in US. “Too many memories”, he explained, and Steve understood. It all got worse when one of Tony’s employees found a glowing Stone in the elevator shaft. Thor wasn’t on Earth when it happened, so the Mind Stone stayed at the Tower for a while. Needless to say, Steve was worried, and Bucky was terrified.

“I found a place that might be good for you”, Maria Hill told him one day. “Y/Ci, in Y/Co. It’s a place untouched by HYDRA and with no evidence that the Winter Soldier ever stepped foot in there. No memories, no triggers.”

Bucky accepted the offer almost immediately, and Steve was happy to follow him. “I’ve had enough fights for a lifetime”, he said. “We should have retired from soldier duty decades ago, Bucky. We both deserve a normal life.”

It was early 2018 when they finally settled, and, upon Steve’s insistence, Bucky started looking for mental health care facilities.

~~

Your grip on Steve’s hand tightened when you recognized the mental health facility Bucky got inside. “I was an intern there at college”, you said. Steve’s eyes widened, and he grinned.

“Maybe Bucky will be the one to get you instead of me”, he teased.

Behind you, whispers could be heard.

“It’s weird to not see myself with you guys”, Wanda said. “I wish I could know if Pietro is alive.” Vision rested his hand on her shoulder, likely reflecting on how would his life be if he had stayed as a disembodied voice.

“Wakanda wasn’t even mentioned”, Shuri said. “I guess with father still alive, the borders remained closed.”

“Probably the reason why Bucky moved to Y/Co instead of Wakanda”, Sam added. “If people still think Wakanda is a poor country, no one would think of it as a mental health care reference.”

“I’m not mentioned either”, Scott said, “which is kind of weird, because I don’t see why I wouldn’t meet at least Sam.”

“Yeah, but there was no fight in Germany for you to take part of”, Hope replied. “They probably never contacted you again. Parker isn’t mentioned either.”

Someone shushed them.

~~

Even though he had scheduled it all by himself, Bucky didn’t want to go his first appointment alone. So, when Y/N called for Sebastian Stan (his new alias), he and Steve (who called himself Chris Evans) stood up together from their seats.

Inside, Bucky soon confessed his true identity. Your surprise was visible for five seconds, and then you smiled. “I’m glad you trusted me with such a delicate information, Mr. Barnes. But I wish you’d tell me your story with your own words, not just what was said about you on newspapers.”

Steve stayed inside the whole time, having also revealed who he was. Bucky didn’t tell his whole story at once, give there was a time limit for his appointment, but you asked him to come back in a week. “We can’t give you any concrete diagnosis for now, Mr. Barnes, though we have a few suspicions. But I assure you we’ll help you in every step of your recovery. You won’t be alone.”

After three more sessions, he was diagnosed primarily with PTSD, along with general anxiety disorder and memory problems (he had yet to remember key details of his past).

You were supposed to leave the facility at the end of the month, but your mentor offered you a prolonged stay. “You mentioned your next internship would be in surgery, and you don’t like it, right? I can pull some strings to keep you here. It’s not like you’ll need those skills to become a psychiatrist.”

You happily accepted his help. You’ve always been sure of what you wanted to do after finishing college; skipping surgery internship was honestly a dream come true, and you were eager to follow Barnes’ case. Your classmates didn’t know his true identity, but the case discussions made it clear you got one of the most complex cases at the facility, and some classmates envied you.

Your teacher was successful, and for the following three months you stayed, taking care not only of Barnes, but of other patients as well. It was a wonderful experience, and you were sure you had fallen into the staff’s good graces, which increased your chances at getting into residency program there after graduation.

As the weeks went by, though, you noticed something rather odd. Barnes had been getting inside the room alone since his fifth appointment, but Rogers still accompanied him, waiting for him outside. Eventually, you asked your patient why that was, assuming he’d say he still didn’t feel safe coming alone. Instead, he grinned.

“Oh, he pretends he comes for my sake, but he actually just wants to get a glimpse of you.”

You nearly choked on your own saliva.

~~

At your side, Steve laughed and hugged you tight.

“Guess I didn’t steal Y/N from you after all, punk”, Bucky said, grinning just like his alternate counterpart.

“Thank God”, you replied. “No offence, Bucky, but seeing us dating would have been way too awkward.”

“Couldn’t agree more.”

---x---

It wasn’t easy for Steve to convince you to go on a date with him. You were hesitant, given he was her patient’s best friend and roommate, but eventually you conceded.

“We won’t talk about Barnes at all”, you said firmly. “And if I sense this will affect my relationship with my patient, it’ll be over.”

“Yes, ma’am”, he replied instantly, willing to do anything to see you more.

You had charmed him from day one, and his interest on you only grew as weeks went by. When the day of your date arrived, he was a nervous wreck.

“Haven’t seen you like this since Peggy”, Bucky mentioned.

“Shut up, jerk”, he retorted. “And go hide, I don’t want Y/N to see you and cancel our date.”

“She’s got you wrapped around her finger and you haven’t even kissed yet”, he teased, but left to his room anyway.

A date led to another, and another, and another... Steve waited for you to leave the facility and stop seeing Bucky to ask you to be his girlfriend, and she promptly agreed.

A year later, when you met the Avengers for the first time, Thor told the story of how he, Loki and others fought Thanos when he invaded Asgard to take the Space and Mind Stones. Your eyes widened as he gleefully detailed the purple alien’s demise.

“Glad you defeated him still in Asgard”, Tony said. “We just found out about another of these Stones here on Earth. A wizard here in New York is its guardian.”

“Really? Give me his address, I figure we have much to discuss.”

You didn’t really understand all those talks, but Steve’s visible relief was enough information for you.

~~

On the current timeline, that same relief was visible among everyone. “A peaceful timeline”, you commented. “I hope there are more of these.”

After Strange showed what happened to the Avengers who were not featured, Wong took his place to show another timeline. You straightened your back as the ‘screen’ showed you briefly kissing Steve in Morag.

~~

Did you like it? I was looking forward to write about the consequences of those changes. Butterfly effect is strong here.

For those who don’t remember, in ‘Be Your Own Hero’ Loki tells the Reader he was under the influence of the Mind Stone in the events of the first Avengers movie. This is a popular theory that explains some differences between his behavior in that movie and his behavior on... well, any other movie he’s in.

In this, I try to touch on how things would be different if this information was made known right away, instead of being kept a secret. Being seen as a victim instead of a villain changes a lot for Loki’s story, and therefore Thor’s arc as well (The Dark World and Ragnarok’s. It also helps Tony understand Bucky’s story and actions better, since he saw the effects of mind control on Clint and Loki.

Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver, Ultron and Vision are all products of the Mind Stone, meaning that, in its absence, they don’t exist. The events of Age of Ultron are what make Civil War happen, meaning one doesn’t exist without the other. With no Civil War, nobody reaches out to Scott, T’Challa doesn’t become king to open the borders, and Peter Parker’s role in Tony’s life is probably less significant (though I do believe he mentors the teenager anyway).

If you want to follow my crazy ideas on time travel and its consequences, taglist is open!