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thedragondawn · 25 days
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the one that didn't get away - Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader
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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader
Words: 780
Fluff, angst
A/N: This is a belated birthday gift for my dear @iosonoarina 💕💕
taglist: @iosonoarina @stefroutledge @blackwidow-3
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War was over.
The Avengers had won. Well, Thanos was defeated and now it was time to mourn the losses and go back to the world that they had known before the snap. A world that part of Natasha didn’t believe would ever come back.
Now there was hope again. Hope that she would find you home, safe and sound and things would pick up from where you’d left them before Thanos had almost destroyed everything. Hope that she would find you home and that you’d still love her. 
Hope that everything will be okay.
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“Banner, I’m fine, let me go.” Natasha insisted, wanting to be cleared so she could make it home to her apartment - a place where she’d barely slept as it felt like a haunted museum without you in it. A museum holding the memories you two had made, a museum reminding her of how empty her life was without you.
“You will come back for more testing tomorrow, you hit your head.” 
“My head is fine but yours won’t be if you keep me here.” 
“Fine, fine. Go.” Bruce lifted his arms in defeat.
Natasha stole the keys to one of Tony’s cars and drove off, speeding towards her old apartment. She had no phone on her and the closer she got to that apartment, the more her pulse raced.
Her heart stopped completely when she pulled up in front of the apartment building and saw you emerge from the door.
“Nat..” Nat saw you whisper and ran out of the car, wrapping her bruised body around yours. She started shaking as relief flooded every cell of her body.
“Любимая…” Natasha repeated over and over again as the two of you held each other in the middle of the sidewalk. She didn’t care that her body ached from the long battle, she didn’t care that there was so much that she still needed to do. No. There was you, solid and breathing in her arms. The scent of you enveloping her, your presence finally anchoring her home after so many years of drifting.
You cupped her face gently, scanning and making sure that she was whole, that she wasn’t a dream.
“What happened?” You asked but your question was silenced with a desperate kiss which you reciprocated just as passionately.
“It was a bad time.” Nat caressed your face gently, your heart breaking when you felt her hands shaking against your skin, touching you almost with a reverence.
“I’m here. We’ll handle it.” You reassured her before leading her back into the apartment.
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Time went on. The two of you were almost inseparable and it came as a huge relief to you when Natasha announced that she will step back from the Avengers. There would be less shadows haunting you two. 
“You’re staring.” Yelena scolded her older sister as you were making tea in the kitchen of your apartment.
“Mind your own business.” Nat bit back playfully.
“You’re so in love, I could puke.” Yelena made a gagging face.
“You’ll find your person too.” Nat winked at her and then moved her gaze back to you.
“I can’t believe that you two made it.” Yelena commented.
“Why?” You asked, looking at your future sister-in-law. The two of you had grown closer in the months after endgame, and in your new home with Natasha, Yelena had her own room, which she joked was as if she was your pet.
“Because the world tried to tear you apart yet you resisted.” 
“No, Thanos tried to tear us apart, we finished his stupid grape face.” Nat argued. 
Her comment made the three of you laugh. There was still lingering darkness from the time of the snap and the final battle, but Nat frequented therapy and you knew that it would all work out.
“So, did you set a date for the big day?” Yelena looked at you and Nat all snuggled up on the couch.
“No, we are not rushing.” 
“Are you tempting fate?” Yelena teased petting your orange cat who plopped herself on the floor next to her.
“She is the one that didn’t get away. There’s no doubt about that.” Natasha smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. She’d had other relationships before meeting you but her soul knew that she’d found home with you the moment she’d laid eyes on you and getting you back was something that she would have given up everything for.
“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You teased, even though Natasha could see the tears shining in your eyes.
“Good.” Nat kissed you gently.
“Lord, save me.” Yelena muttered, bursting your little bubble and lightening the mood. 
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olsenmyolsen · 3 months
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I'm Free Tonight
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MCU Compliant (Female Reader X Carol Danvers)
Summary: A lovely stranger saves you from a boring Christmas Gala.
Word Count: 2.8K
Content: Just Fluff
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"You alone?"
You looked up from your seat at the round table and saw the blue eyes of a blonde you'd never seen before.
She wore a beautiful maroon and blue dress with a gold chest piece. Your dress looked silly in comparison, no matter how much your girlfr- ex girlfriend(?) paid for it.
And she wasn't cheap.
An heiress, some would call her.
Others used the word bitch.
You tore your eyes away from the blonde and gestured to a woman at the bar. Clearly drunk and openly flirting with one of the groomsmen. "Supposed to be with her."
The blonde looked where you pointed, and the curiosity on her face turned into one of disappointment.
Followed by a smirk.
"Well, I'm Carol. Carol Danvers." The blon- Carol switched her champagne flute from her right to her left hand. She extended the right to you when you looked up to her.
"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N." You shook her hand and were surprised to feel a tight grip. You quickly realized how strong Carol was as you checked out the definition and muscles on her arms. "May I?" Carol pointed to the seat to the left of you. "Go ahead." You said with a smile that Carol reciprocated.
Carol also chose this seat so you'd be facing away from the bitch that left you alone.
You turned away from the bar and towards Carol. "How do you know the couple hosting?" Carol asked. "I don't. My date does."
That made sense. Since Carol noticed you hours earlier, she couldn't figure out how you wound up at a place like this. Surrounded by people whose hands were never clean. Politicians and models. Wall Street bros and CEO's. You stuck out—a ray of innocence and good radiated from you. Kind hearted.
Carol knew it to be true when she saw how awful your date treated you.
"Ah," Carol said as she lifted the glass and took a sip of the golden bubbles. "I hope you don't mind me asking... Who is she? Your date?" Carol set her glass down and looked at you in the eyes. "Oh, her name is-"
"Oh no, I'm sorry." Carol stopped you as she reached a hand out to your arm. "I meant, who is she to you."
It felt like a trick question, like Carol knew the truth.
Carol kept her fingers resting on your arm while waiting for your eyes to meet hers. "She's..."
You sighed.
Carol patted your arm. "Think about it." She removed her touch from you, and you missed her warm fingers.
You watched as they wrapped around the glass of champagne. "If it makes you feel better, I'm not supposed to be here," Carol spoke up with a shrug.
"You're not?" Carol watched your forehead crease when you didn't believe her. "No. I'm here doing a favor for a friend." You looked around the room, and like Carol did with you earlier, you couldn't believe someone like her could be here. "What friend?" You asked, making Carol smile.
"The King of Asgard, Valkyrie." She said casually without hesitation.
"Oh!" You said, surprised and bewildered. "I still have yet to visit New Asgard.." You really have been meaning to, but it's not like money grows on trees for you. "I hear it's lovely."
"It is," Carol replies. "So.." Carol leans closer. "Are you done thinking about my question from earlier? What is she..." Carol gestures to the woman you came here with. "..to you. Because she sure as hell isn't your girlfriend."
You followed Carol's eyes and saw the woman kissing the neck of a man you wouldn't give the time of day.
You turned back and looked at Carol.
You sighed and put both arms on the table in a defeated position. "I was her date for tonight, but no, I've never met her until two days prior when I was introduced by her team. I was hired to help clean up her image, but..." You looked back. "Looks like that's not happening."
Carol hummed. "So you're an escort?"
"Blunt, but yes... that's one word for it." You replied. Carol leaned back into her chair and appreciated the honesty coming from you.
"How much did she pay you?"
You certainly weren't expecting that question, and you couldn't tell by the smirk Carol was hiding behind her glass if she was serious or not.
So you decided to forget about the girl you came with and play the game Carol was hopefully playing.
"Why? Think you can afford me?"
That made the blonde laugh. "I know I can." Her voice was lower as she spoke to you. "But I'm not looking to pay. I want you if you want to come along."
That made something in your stomach twirl.
"And where would we go?"
"Wherever you want. But hopefully far away from here."
You peeled your eyes away from the blonde and looked around the room. It was dreadful and boring. This was presented as a Christmas gala, but it was nothing more than a night to fuck and make business deals to everyone else but you.
You were here for a job, but you were clearly left to your own devices.
Until Carol showed up.
"Okay." You said as you turned back to the blonde and nodded. "Let's get out of here."
Carol's eyes lit up. She watched you stand up and down your glass of champagne before extending your hand to her. Carol did the same with her glass before taking your hand. "Thank you." She smiled as she rose to her feet. "No, thank you!"
Carol led you out of the grand mansion you couldn't for the life of you remember the name of and to the valet kiosk. Carol handed the greying man a ticket stub and wrapped her arm around you as you two waited for his return.
"Is this okay?" She asked, forcing you to look up to her eyes. "Me... touching you? Holding you?" You nodded. "It's great." Carol smiled. "Good to know."
Carol felt your skin become scattered with goosebumps. She thought it might've been from the cold wind in the air, but if asked, you would've been honest and told her it was because of her—the blonde with her hand moving up and down your arm.
She smiled.
You two stood in silence, accepting the comfort the other one brought when the valet pulled up in a black sports car that would never be in your tax bracket.
"What a beautiful car, Miss. Please enjoy your evening." The man said to Caol as he handed her the keys before scurrying away.
She simply smirked and moved her arm from around you to your arm closest to her. "Shall we?" You nodded and let Carol lead you to the passenger door. She opened it for you and let go of you as you entered.
She watched the slit of your dress rise as you sat down in the brown leather seat. Her eyes then traveled down to your legs and the heels that went perfectly with your dress. "Good?" She then asked. "Good." You replied before Carol smiled and closed the door.
You watched her move around the front of the car and slide into the driver's seat. The seat adjusted to her, and you watched the steering wheel move to compliment her. "Wow." Carol turned to your voice.
"Kind of a lot, right?" You shrugged and looked into her blue eyes. "It's kinda cool." You tried to be nonchalant, but you were in awe of everything, and Carol knew it.
Carol hit some buttons on the display in the middle and found a radio station playing a pop hit.
Olivia Rodrigo specifically.
The music was kept at a lower volume as Carol waited for you to buckle up. "Safety first, sweetheart." She said, making your stomach flip at the pet name. "Sorry." You mumbled as your cheeks grew red, and Carol buckled herself up before turning up the heat and placing the car in drive.
"You hungry?" Carol hadn't eaten any of the fancy shit the gala was offering. It was all themed around the holiday, and she knew for a fact that you hadn't had a single bite.
You wanted to lie, but with Carol asking in a honey-dripping tone, and one look at her made you nod. "Starving." You said.
However, food wasn't the first thing you were thinking about eating.
Carol smirked as if she could read your mind.
She removed her right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on your thigh as she kept her eyes on the road. The speed of the car picking up.
Her palms on your skin burned with waves of pleasure. "I'll find somewhere for us," Carol said, making you nod. Carol briefly looked over at you and smiled.
She was loving the game that was being played.
In addition, she loved the touch of you. The feeling of your goosebumps spreading across your body every time her fingers lifted up and down your soft, ample skin.
She was also enjoying you—your company.
Carol never got to do stuff like this.
But she was making the most of tonight.
"Is this still okay?" Carol asked as her hand moved slightly up your thigh. Pushing your dress up. "Yes." You said as you buried a moan in your throat.
"Do I feel good? My touch against your body?" Carol asked as she turned her head to you. She watched your side profile nod and swallow before you parted your pink lips. "You feel so good, Carol."
Her blue eyes found the road again.
"Good, sweetheart." Carol patted your thigh and kept you wanting more. "You're doing so well for me."
You whimpered upon hearing the praises of a woman you just met. "Ah, here we go," Carol said, making you do your best to focus on what was worth pulling off the side of the road.
Surprised, you looked at Carol as she put the car in park.
Carol turned to you.
"What's wrong?" She unbuckled her seatbelt and brought a hand up to your face. Moving a hair behind your ear. "You said you were starving." You leaned into her touch ever so slightly and nodded. "I am."
"Then let's eat." Carol smiled and removed her touch from you again as she climbed out of the car.
You kept your eyes on Carol as she closed the door. You watched her pass in front of the neon 24/7 Diner sign before she made it to your passenger door. She opened it and quickly helped you out. "It's somehow gotten colder. Come on." Her hand and fingers became intertwined with yours as she pulled you to the front of the restaurant.
You two seated yourselves in a booth once you entered like a bunch of giggly teenagers.
There was only the waitstaff and three other patrons inside. You and Carol were obviously dressed the best.
"This definitely beats the Gala," Carol said, making you look up from your menu with a smile. "It does."
Carol placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hand. "Tell me something," Carol said with a teasing smirk. "Are you enjoying how the night has gone?"
You dropped your menu onto the table. "I'm loving it. Thank you."
Carol shook her head. "No, thank you." Her leg rubbed up against yours in a gentle manner. "Now, what are you thinking about having?" Carol's eyes found the menu again, but you stared straight ahead.
Carol knew it.
"They don't have me on the menu." You brushed your leg higher against Carol. "Shame. Because I'd love a taste."
You were bold, and you didn't know where it was coming from, but tonight, with Carol, you felt free. You weren't being paid to be someone else. You felt like a new person. Or maybe it was just you being yourself? Regardless, you loved it.
After a waitress came by, you and Carol Danvers ordered cheeseburgers with a basket of fries and a shake, to split, obviously.
The food was wonderful, and the flirting mixed in with conversation was even better.
The highlight might have been when you showed Carol that you could, in fact, tie a cherry stem into a knot in your mouth. You held it between your teeth with pride as Carol smirked at you and, without warning, connected your lips together. Her tongue swiping the stem out of your mouth and into hers.
When she smiled a few seconds later, the knot was undone, and Carol couldn't help but wink at you.
You felt your stomach flip again.
"Whenever you're ready to leave, we can," Carol said to you, only to earn a nod.
Carol laughed at that and stood up as she placed a stack of uncounted bills from her clutch.
"Okay, so maybe you could afford me for the night." You said, taking Carols' hand as you slid out of the booth. "I told you." She smugly replied as she led you out of the diner.
The cold air catching you off guard, but your grip on Carols' hand remained strong. "Come on." She squeezed your hand and bit back a smile before you two ended up on the driver's side of the car.
Carol held the key in her other hand.
"What?" You asked as Carol looked at your eyes. "You're just beautiful." The blonde said, moving her body to be pressed up against yours.
You stumbled a step back as you found your back up against Carols car.
"Is this still okay?" Carols breath was shaky as she held her lips dangerously close to yours.
In the neon glow of the diner sign, you nodded. "Just kiss me again." Carol held in a moan as she did what you asked. The softness of her lips landed on yours.
You pulled her body closer.
Her hands found your hips and squeezed them, making you squeal in delight. "Fuck Carol!" You laughed into Carols mouth.
"Oh, you're such a pretty girl," Carol replied in a hushed tone as she pushed her front up against you more. Feeling the tremble in your legs and warmth from your pussy.
But the sweetest bit was the taste of chocolate on your lips.
"I want you." You moaned into Carols ear.
Carol couldn't be happier. "I want you too." She kissed your neck, jaw, and lips again.
You bit your lips and looked up at her. "Let's go then." You turned around and pressed your ass against Carol and made a gesture for the car keys, but Carol smiled before laughing. "Oh, no, baby. I don't think so."
You tilted your head as you were still catching your breath. "And why is that?" You opened the car door and waited for Carol's answer.
That's when you watched Carol's hand curl and close around the key. Suddenly, her hand began to glow bright and orange. You couldn't believe what you were seeing, and when she opened her hand again, the key was nothing but a pile.
You waited for an answer.
"Remember that story I told you? About the pilot?"
Carol tilted her hand, and you both watched the remnants of the key fall to the asphalt.
You looked up to Carol and thought back to the story she told you across the booth earlier. "So it was you? You have powers?" Carol nodded and made her hands glow again. "What about your car?" You asked honestly.
"The car and cash were never mine." The glow from her hands faded as she stepped into space between your legs. "It was your awful heiress of a date."
Carol touched the top of your head and ran her hand down the side of your face. "I think you and I had a better time than you would with her." She purrs as she kisses your cheek. "Don't you think?"
You nod and move your lips to brush hers. "I do." You find Carol's hands and hold them. "I can work with this."
"Are you sure?"
Carol asks, even though both want this.
"Yes."
Carol kisses you and pulls you close. "Hold on to me." You wrap your arms tightly around Carol's body, and slowly, you feel your feet leave the ground. "Keep your eyes on me," Carol said, and when you looked at her, you saw that her dress had changed into a suit.
One a superhero would wear.
"You brought us back..." You whispered into the space between the two of you. She heard you.
You watched as Carol glowed brighter, and the speed at which you two were flying increased.
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You and Carol slept together that night, and you remember the feeling of warmth when you woke up next to her and a cat named Goose in the bed on her spaceship.
That was five months ago, and as you watch Carol fly down to a planet below, you can't help but smile.
You weren't alone.
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dividers by @/benkeibear
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sreppub · 1 year
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i cant remember if i posted this already but i came across it in my gallery yesterday and thought it was cute 🥰 cozy lakehouse tony
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marvelflame2010 · 1 year
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Peter: And she even gave us the same book!
Harley: When she gave it to you, did she say-
Peter and Harley: It's one of a kind, just like you? *groans*
Peter: At least she wrote Peter in mine and Harley in yours
Harley: Yeah, wait. Mine says to Harry!
Ned: Maybe she's dating a third guy named Harry
*Everyone stares at Ned*
Ned: Too soon?
Y/n: Now that we know Liz is a stinking cheater, let's talk about revenge, once again, I offer the butter sock and knife
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natashaslesbian · 11 months
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Hoodie
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Summary: Natasha Romanoff sacrificed her life for her daughter. Now living with the Barton’s, y/n asks Clint a difficult question.
Word count: 462
Pairings: Little/kid Reader x Clint Barton / Daughter reader x Natasha Romanoff
Just pure sadness tbh<\3 (lil fluff tho)
Warnings: Death(no details just talk of heaven/afterlife)
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“Uncle Clint?” Little y/n’s sleepy voice called out to her mamas best friend“Yeah darling?” Clint asked “Did mommy hurt when she left us?” Silence fell upon the pair. Clint had hoped these questions wouldn’t arise until later but although y/n was only 6, she was a smart little girl. She didn’t fully understand death yet, but she knew mommy wasn’t coming home.
“No kiddo, she didn’t hurt” Clint spoke, breaking the silence. The crack of his voice matching those in the walls “What happened when the angels came for her?” The little redhead asked. Clint sighed. He didn’t particularly believe in heaven and hell, nor did Natasha, but he had to provide some comfort to his niece. He didn’t like to lie, but how could this little girl understand that her mommy fell off a cliff on a different planet? Maybe heaven wasn’t that far of a reach.
“Well” Clint cleared his throat “mommy had to lay down, because she was tired, and then she closed her eyes. She got to see all of the beautiful things in her life, so I bet all she saw was you” a small giggle came from y/n “when she opened her eyes again, the angels were there and they told your mommy that she had to go with them” “So she could became and angel too?” Said y/n “Yeah” Clint continued “so they picked her up and carried her to heaven, where they gave her her wings. So she could come back down to see you…as an angel. You know she’s always watching over you, and she’s always with you” “I know she is” y/n spoke, sleep beginning to gather in her voice.
“Do you still see her?” Clint asked “Sometimes” the 6 year old said with eyes half closed “what if I forget about her?” “Oh sweetheart, you’ll never forget mommy, none of us will. We’ll keep talking about her and visiting her in the woods where she rests” Clint glanced over to y/n’s closet “you want mommy’s hoodie tonight?” The little Romanoff nodded. Clint passed the young girl Natasha’s favourite hoodie. A grey zip up one, with a cat sewn on the front to cover the hole Tony had blasted through it while testing his new suit. Y/n instantly latched onto the fabric, bringing the sleeve to her mouth to gently suckle on. She curled right up into it and inhaled what little of Natasha’s scent remained on the piece of clothing. She was immediately soothed and fell asleep moments later. The spitting image of how Natasha used to curl up next to her when she was a baby.
“Sleep tight y/n” Clint whispered. He walked to the window, to draw the curtains. And there he saw it. A shooting star. Natasha. He smiled.
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This one hurt :(
- Astara🩷
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frankthesnek · 1 month
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Hello can I get soft kiss 7 for Stony?
Okay, okay so all the other kiss prompt fills have been soft and fluffy and cute. This one gave me angst vibes. I hope thats okay 💕
Come Home Again
Rated G
Prompt: sharing a kiss after not seeing eachother for an extended period of time
750 words
The room was dark when Tony opened his eyes, a dull depthless darkness that was a far cry different from the mystical and star spotted blackness he'd been surrounded by in space.
Right… he was back.
Thinking was normally an easy task for Tony, but recalling the events that led him here was difficult and physically taxing. He remembered landing, remembered clinging to Nebula and limping down the ramp, remembered—
“Steve?” The word was horse and croaking as it left his lips. Steve's hands on his arm and shoulder, too tight and almost painful on his depleted worn out body, the solid heat at his side as Steve had helped him inside—that he remembered, but in a too good to be true dreamy way he wasn't sure he should believe.
“Tony?"
The sound of his name was startling, and Tony flinched harshly before sluggishly turning his head to find Steve sitting off to the side of his bed. His face was shadowed, the plains and angles of it illuminated gently by the subtle glow of the nano tech arc. Why did Steve have it?
“I'm sorry for pushing you like that,” Steve's words were hollow, his eyes downcast to the reactor.
Oh.
Tony closed his eyes against the returning memory. Steve’s questions, his own lunatic ramblings as he fell apart. They had ended on fighting so long ago and wound up the same way this time around. The cold of Siberia seemed better than the chemical fresh chill of the medical bay. He had been left alone and cold and broken hearted back then, but at least his spirit had still been intact. It felt like now he'd lost even that.
“It's fine,” Tony mumbled back softly, opening his eyes to find Steve now looking at him. The reactor's light was obscured by Steve's large palm curling around it, the duller lighting making his face look dark and sad.
“It was selfish,” the other man countered. “I shouldn't have—”
“No. No, no, nonono,” the word tumbled out of Tony in a weak and droning mantra, forcing Steve into silence. Tony went quiet too. Breathing and collecting his thoughts, chasing them like scared animals hiding in the fog of his brain. So much had happened, so much had gone wrong. He didn't want this with Steve. Couldn't handle it—not now. Later, later, there would be time for talking and healing and explanations. All the things they had destroyed and that had been lost between them—it wouldn't, couldn't be forgotten but right now, none of it mattered.
“I don't want to argue. I don't want to fight. I'm done fighting. We lost. We lost so much,” the words were fucking bitter—sharp and painful in his too tight dry throat.
“Tony,” Steve stood and moved to the edge of the bed, placing the reactor on the sheets. Its calming blue a bright contrast to the bland white of them.
“I don't care right now about all of our fuck ups—not yours, not mine. Steve, I just wanna come home.” Tony didn't realize the words had brought him to tears until Steve's palm settled over his cheek. Cupping gently like so many times in the past. Tony turned his face into the contact. “I wanna go home,” softer this time, the words spoken into the battle calloused skin of Steve's palm.
“You are home, honey,” Steve said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re home.”
When Steve leaned down over him, the moment felt too long and drawn out. The few seconds it took for Steve's lips to meet his a back breaking straw on top of all the time they had been apart—all the touches they had robbed themselves of.
Tony pressed back simply, not having the energy for more than the firm contact of a couple grounding pecks. Steve lingered, like he always did. His soft mouth brushed tenderly along Tony's jaw, and he felt his stubble catch against the supple softness of the other man's lips.
“You're home now. Get some rest,” Steve whispered into his cheek.
Tony closed his eyes again, barely registering the dip and shift in the bed, already fading back into exhausted sleep. It was only when he heard the steady thump under his ear that he realized Steve had laid down with him; had shifted them so Tony was curled atop him, head pillowed on Steve's powerful chest.
He was home. It was a broken home—cracked picture frames, and unmade beds, and cobweb filled closets—but the foundation was still there. Strong and sturdy, and everything he needed.
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🎄 DO YOU WANT TO BE IN MY CHRISTMAS ANIMATION? 🎄
• I'm creating a little animation with Tony Pepper and Morgan for Christmas
• In one scene Pepper and Morgan will surprise Tony with fanmails
• These fanmails can be your message for him!
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• Send me the text you would write to Tony if you could send him a message in his world (comments or dm)
• If you draw you can also add a drawing you made and I will add it next to the text like this
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• Tell him how much he helped you, how much he means to you, he deserves it!
Hope you enjoy!
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July 19th. (Strange x Reader)
July 19th. (Rated T)
Request?: Kinda??? Inspired by this post by @sobeautifullyobsessed
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Spouse!Reader; Parent!Stephen Strange & Daughter!America Chavez
Word Count: 3.3k+
Warnings: Slight suggestive content, fluff. pure fluff, a few curse words -- SLIGHT MoM spoilers if you squint
Summary: When you confront your husband, Stephen Strange, about a mysterious date highlighted on the calendar, you find yourself in for a bit of a surprise. Why is he so flustered? To make matters even more interesting, does it has something to do with your unofficially-adopted daughter, America?
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July 19th. It was a date circled and marked with two large exclamation marks on the calendar in bright red ink. You had asked your husband what the occasion was, though he claimed he didn’t remember with a quick shrug. It wasn’t an anniversary or a birthday. You were sure about that, at least. Those were marked in your personal calendar and Stephen never forgot most of the time. 
When you first met your husband, the two of you had bumped into each other at the Columbia student library. You were both graduate students at the time. You were pursuing a Master’s in children’s education. For Stephen, it was his MD and PhD. There were numerous times that day you heard about his photographic memory. You weren’t sure who he was trying to impress then: you or his over-inflated ego. 
That’s what made the entire situation so odd. Years ago, this man never forgot a single day of his life. Now here he was claiming not to remember a calendar event he added on without a doubt. What was it that he wasn’t telling you? 
“Stephen,” you called around the Sanctum. You were sure he was still inside; he wasn’t due to visit Kamar-Taj until later this afternoon. Wong had made the decision to ban your husband from the area on the days America was scheduled for training. You couldn’t help but laugh at the memory of Stephen’s dejected face that day. 
“I just want to make sure she’s doing alright,” he had argued. “She was having trouble with Astral Projection last week-”
“She is fine, Stephen.” The current Sorcerer Supreme rolled his eyes. “Everyone who starts training in the Mystic Arts has an adjustment period. You should understand, given your experience.”
“That’s exactly why I need to be there to help her-”
“No.”
There was a low hum of acknowledgement as the man of the hour came out of the library with a giant leatherbound book in hand. “What’s going on, sweetheart?” he asked, half-distracted by the ancient text. 
“What’s really happening on the nineteenth?” You leaned against the doorframe to lock his appearance within your core memories. He looked more like a dad than anything in his oversized Columbia sweatshirt and sweatpants. It did things to you, needless to say. The Cloak of Levitation fluttered when it heard your voice. Obviously, the article of clothing knew what was going on, but couldn’t speak up. 
“Uh, it was something really important,” your husband couldn’t get rid of the tinge of mystery present in his tone. Much to his chagrin, you had already latched on and began deducing a variety of guesses. “Honey…you’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?” you asked, still distracted by your observations. 
“The thing where you try to figure out if I’m lying.”
You stepped back. “Oh, uh, sorry.” It always freaked Stephen out when you would try to tell a person’s life story in merely moments of knowing them. He often joked that you were in the wrong field, stating the police were always hiring. “What…what even did you say it was again?”
Your husband hesitated, clearly in an internal battle with himself. At first, he thought about coming up with some kind of excuse. Then he remembered you would never buy it. "Do you promise not to tell?" he asked begrudgingly. When you gave a quick nod, Stephen sighed and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. He handed it to you before letting his hand become distracted by the spell book in his possession.
GREENWICH JUNIOR HIGH INVITES YOU. . . TO THE FATHER-DAUGHTER DANCE. TICKETS ARE ON A FIRST-COME, FIRST SERVED, SO MAKE SURE TO RESERVE YOUR PLACE TODAY. PURCHASE THEM FOR $15 EACH AT THE OFFICE.
Your heart swelled for a moment as you read and re-read the short message over again. On top of her training at the Sanctum, both you and Stephen thought it would be a good idea to enroll America into the local high school. She deserved to have a real school experience. At first, your husband was against it (which you had a sneaking suspicion had something to do with the local spider-man), but he eventually gave in. Being a multidimensional traveler at such a young age meant she really had no true home. America needed to interact with people, she needed the education to succeed in the future. 
Upon seeing the invitation, you couldn’t help but giggle. “You want to go to a father-daughter dance?” you asked between snorts, magic still present in your body. 
Your husband shifted from his seat facing you to staring at the wall. “I didn’t say that.”
“You’re a horrible liar,” you stated plainly. 
“Now that's just rude to point out.” Stephen waggled a shaky index finger at you before nervously turning his attention back to the ancient text. 
A laugh bounced against the hallway. “We're married, Stephen,” you replied as you lifted your left hand into view. “It's part of the expectations. I’m only telling the truth.”
There was a sparkle of light as your engagement ring and wedding band created a kaleidoscope of rainbows throughout the room. The settings were simple, but you loved them regardless because Stephen had them made specially for you. Quite literally, in fact, as he had used the sacred spells of Alara to create the jewelry himself. After the two of you returned from being Blipped, you had decided to not to waste anymore time when life could be so short. You had thought it was the start of the craziest adventure the two of you ever faced, which was saying something after you had dissolved into dust for five years in order to save the world from a purple-faced genocidal maniac. Unfortunately, the universe had something much crazier in store for you in the form of a multiverse-traveling teenager with a plucky attitude and a jean jacket. 
Your husband grunted in annoyance at your confession, although you could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew that he was a horrible liar, but he also knew how to push your buttons. 
“Stephen,” you chided, lifting up additional paper attached to the invitation. “You already purchased the tickets. You’re too far gone at this point.”
“I didn’t want her to worry about the money,” he responded dejectedly. “She didn’t say anything about it, so I thought maybe she forgot, too…”
You walked over and ran a thumb against his cheek. Your eyes searched his before you pressed a kiss to his lips after a moment. “I knew it.”
Stephen raised an eyebrow in question. 
“You, Stephen Strange, are just one big old softie.”
Your husband was not amused by the observation. “Stop that,” he said in a flat voice. “I love you, but you can be a pain in my ass sometimes. Do you know that?” 
You simply shook your head fondly at the sorcerer before you. “Anything you say, teddy bear.”
“Don’t start doing that.” Stephen flicked his hands and the ancient textbook he was reading vanished back into the library. He brushed past you for only a moment before moving to pace in front of the fireplace. 
“Aw, why not?” you teased. “You’re soft just like one.”
“Because I’m anxious and you’re not helping matters by teasing me.”
You reached out to rub his forearm as an act of comfort. “Why are you anxious? What could possibly go wrong giving a teenager a ticket to the dance?” That definitely didn’t come out right.
Stephen shot you a look before he continued his pacing. “Everything. I don't know if she'd even want me to be there.” It surprised you how nervous Stephen was about the entire prospect of going to a dance with America. As long as you had known the doctor-turned-sorcerer, he had always made his stance on children quite clear: he didn’t want any. 
Then after the events of the Latina’s appearance, his demeanor started to change. There was a more caring and compassionate side to Stephen that you had rarely seen outside of special moments you’d manage to steal with him.He did his best to oversee her learning at the rebuilt Kamar-Taj. He offered advice when she struggled, providing a gruff, “well done,” at the end of every session. 
“Well, has she even asked you about it?” The silence you received in return spoke volumes. So he hadn’t brought the subject up to her or vice versa. That would make sense, come to think about it, as you couldn’t recall hearing about such an event. “Do you want her to?”   
There was another period of silence before a timid, “yes,” escaped Stephen’s throat. 
Your heart practically melted in your chest like ice cream on a swelteringly hot summer day. “God, I swear I fall in love with you more and more every day,” you admitted before you kissed him again. 
Stephen hummed in agreement as his arms wrapped around your waist. 
“So when are you going to ask her?” you asked with a voice that was clearly muffled by the fabric of his sweatshirt.  
“I... don't know,” he admitted again. “I don't even know if she's interested in going. Last week she was talking about how stupid school events were-”
“Probably because she never had these experiences before and is overwhelmed by it all! God, Stephen, give her some time to adjust!” You loved your husband, you really did. But sometimes he could be a real idiot. “Stephen, relax. What is the worst that could happen in this situation?”
“She rejects me.”
Leave it to Stephen Strange to list the most obvious and frustrating conversation in the history of the world. “Okay? It doesn’t mean she hates you.”
“But what if she does?” your husband had begun to wear holes into the main floor of the Sanctum Sanctorum. Since you didn’t need a surprise visit from one of the other sorcerers in the building during this time of stress, you walked over and held his arms from a short distance. 
“Stephen, look at me.”
The man in front of you avoided your gaze as long as possible before his blue-green eyes flickered over yours. “What?” he asked half-heartedly.
“You need to relax,” you gently ran your hands up and down his arms. The Cloak around his shoulders fluttered in agreement, causing you to smile. 
“I can’t relax,” Stephen argued. “I don’t relax.”
A smug smile flittered against your lips. “I can think of a few times you’ve been able to relax.” God, flirting really wasn’t your strong suit, was it? “How about this: if you ask her and she says no, I'll help you relax.”
The response was instantaneous: “Deal.”
You led him over to the sofa by the fireplace, hand clasped tightly in his. After the two of you sat down, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You know,” you said with a lower voice, “even if she says yes- and you're good- maybe I'll help you relax then, too.”
Stephen smirked in return. “I like that, too.” You sat in silence for a moment, staring at the crackling fire in front of you. “It’s just,” he started to admit, “if I ask her, I don’t want to seem like I’m not . . .” 
“Like you’re not…what?” you gently pressed as he hesitated. 
Your husband sighed dejectedly. “...cool.”
You couldn’t help another laugh. This time, it stemmed from your midsection in a loud, obnoxious tone. “Oh, oh god-” you got out between chortles. 
“Nice to know that brings you joy, honey.”
“Stephen,” you wiped a few stray tears that had sprung to your eyes. “Honey, you’re a frickin superhero. You’re a wizard-”
“Sorcerer.”
“Sorcerer, right. You can summon magic at will, you saved her life when other versions of you had ultimately tried to kill her.” You crossed your arms against your chest. “I would say that makes you pretty damn cool. So grow a pair and just ask her, why don’t you?”
Just as your husband was about to retort, you were interrupted by the distraction of orange sparks in the living room. It took a few minutes before a clear circular portal made an appearance, revealing the young traveler lugging a backpack on her shoulder. It was one of the first times America had been able to use her sling ring. You glanced at Stephen, who looked more than impressed by her progress, to see if you should celebrate the milestone. Given the fact she made a beeline to the kitchen, the two of you figured it was best to let it go. 
“What,” you tried to joke, “did Wong not feed you?”
“Nope.” America’s voice carried in from the kitchen across the hall. There was a clanging of glass jars and bottles as she navigated her way through the fridge. “Do we have any pizza left?”
“Top shelf on the left,” Stephen called back in a bored tone. Somehow in the process of the chaos, he had summoned his ancient textbook. That man had a stress-reading habit. The sight caused you to shake your head in frustration and groan as you fell into his lap. “. . .do you mind?” your husband asked while he looked down at you in amusement.  
“Thanks!” A few moments later, the young student made her way back into the living room, juice box and pizza in hand with a few bites taken out of it. She flopped into the armchair across from the sofa, relishing in the taste of her cold Italian treat. Upon noticing your position, she waved the slice of pizza between you and Stephen. “What’s going on with you two?”
 “Nothing,” Stephen was quick to respond as you said, “adult things.”
The child wrinkled her nose and narrowed her eyes ever-so-slightly as she leaned forward. She was analyzing you both, a habit she had unfortunately picked up from you. You could feel Stephen twitch underneath your form. He was clearly afraid that America was about to determine his plans for the dance. After a minute long stare down, the young girl leaned back in the chair and took another bite of pizza. “Just don't do it in the laundry room. Again.”
A coughing fit wreaked havoc on your throat as you felt yourself choke on spit. The look on Stephen’s face showed he was equally surprised. “We- we were just grabbing detergent,” you responded, clearly flustered. 
“You were not reaching for the cabinets,” the teenager across from you said with a shake of her head. “You were reaching for his-”
“All right!” Stephen drew out the syllables and snapped his book shut, causing you to flinch and sit up. 
“She’s growing up too fast, Stephen,” you said with a dramatic gasp. “She’s going to college tomorrow, getting married next week. We’ll be empty nesters by the end of the month. Quick, give me another baby.”
Your husband merely shook his head at you. “Sometimes I wonder why I married you,” he admitted.
“Because you fell for my immaculate beauty and quick-witted charm.”
“Yeah. . .I’m sure that’s it.” Stephen smirked at you, which was replaced with confused annoyance by the sound of America’s juice box being emptied. 
You gaped at him. “Rude!” 
“That’s just honesty, darling.” He held up a shaky hand to reveal his ring, clearly mocking your earlier gesture. 
“Why you little-” you started but sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Forget it. How were your lessons today, America?”
The teenager shrugged. “Boring. We learned how to turn elements into useful objects, so that was cool, I guess.”
You nodded. “How about school? Anything interesting coming up?”
“Uh,” America took the opportunity to squint up at the ceiling. “There is this dance coming up.”
“Oh, really?” you hoped your excitement wasn’t too obvious. You could see Stephen stiffen in your peripheral vision. “That sounds fun.”
“Yeah,” America nodded slowly, fingers absentmindedly toying with the sling ring on her opposite hand. “It’s a father-daughter dance, though. All the other girls are going. Even Tasha, who’s dad is like, never around. I’m pretty sure he’s cheating on her mom with his secretary.”
“Really?” You not-so-subtly nudged Stephen’s leg with yours. 
Taking the hint, Stephen cleared his throat. “Uh, America,” he started. “I, uh, I know you don’t have your moms here right…right now. And I, uh, I know I can’t replace them- not that I’m trying to at all! I just, uh, wanted you to know that if…uh, if you did want to go to the dance…” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I would be more than happy to take you. Now, I know I’m not your dad-”
“You. . .you would do that?” America’s voice was small and quiet. You had never heard her sound like this before. Ever since she had crossed paths with Stephen, America had been anything but quiet. 
“Yes,” Stephen said with a sincere nod. “Of course.”
America’s voice cracked as she asked the next question. The poor girl looked to be on the verge of tears. “W-why?”
Your husband cleared his throat again. “Um, well,” he tilted his head toward her, “America, I know. . .I know what it’s like to feel like you’ve lost your family – to think that you’re entirely alone. But I also know what it’s like to find another family, to let yourself be loved and to love others.” His hand snaked its way over to intertwine with your own. “I just don’t want you to feel like you’re alone, America, because you’re not. You have me, Wong, all of us here at the Sanctum.”
By the time Stephen had finished with his little speech, you felt yourself getting a little misty-eyed. Being open and vulnerable was never something Stephen was known for. It was truly something to hear him express himself, especially with someone so young. You really did find yourself falling further and further in love with the dark haired man next to you. 
Without another word, America got up and launched herself into Stephen’s arms. You watched with a small, sad smile as she shook in the hug. Her lips were moving, but you couldn’t hear what she was saying. You gave them their space, scooting to the other edge of the sofa. A few moments later, America stepped away from her mentor and beamed. “I guess I need to find something to wear,” she remarked.
“Oh, I can help you with that!” you volunteered. “I have a few things in my closet you might like. Why don’t you head upstairs and we can go find something? I’ll be right there.”
The offer appeared to please the young girl as she all but skipped up the stairs. When you turned back to your husband, you noticed he had a grin plastered against his face that was fit to beat the band. “What’s up with you?” you asked with a smile. “What did she say?”
Stephen looked at you proudly before he kissed you with a bit of passion. As you broke apart, he leaned his forehead against yours and whispered, “she said, ‘thanks, dad.’”
“Aw, look at you smiling,” you teased. “I told you; you’re a great big softie.”
“Oh, stop it,” Stephen said firmly, but his eyes were playful. “Or else.”
“Or else what?”
“Or else I’ll kiss you senseless.”
“Oh no, the horror of being appreciated by my husband,” you giggled. 
Stephen raised an eyebrow. “Keep this up and I’ll do more than just kiss you senseless,” he spoke before kissing you again.
“Mm, do you promise?” Your heart swelled three sizes as you got up and took the Sanctum stairs two at a time. Stephen was right. There would be times that you felt alone, but it was important to remember everyone in your life that did care. For you, it was your husband and unofficial young ward. The three of you made the most chaotic (and sarcastic) little family, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 
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Author's Note: Oh my god, this now has to be my favorite fic that I have ever written. I enjoyed putting this together SO much. Shoutout to my friend mischief-and-mercy on AO3 for helping me out with some of the dialogue in the fic. It was meant to be a super short fic, but it kind of got away from me...again.
To ohsobeautifullyobsessed, I blame and thank you for setting my brain on this path. I accept this as a headcanon and love Parent!Stephen with all of my heart. I meant to get this out for you yesterday, but life got in the way. Hope you enjoyed it :D
I will get back to my other requests as soon as possible. I do have another fic scheduled to be posted on June 1st. It has to do with Stephen and a certain prideful month... so stay tuned, little sparks!
Until then, make sure to leave a comment, a heart, and a reblog to help me out with the Tumblr algorithm. It also really helps me see what types of stories you all like to see on my blog! Until next time, loves!
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fotibrit · 9 months
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It’s peters fault Mister Stark died.
Yes, tony was the one who walked into the battle. Tony was the one who put on the gauntlet, who snapped his fingers and stopped his heart. Tony was the one who decided to make his sacrifice, in the end.
But Peter knows that if he had just listened to Mister Stark, if he had gotten off the spaceship when Mister Stark told him to so long ago, Mister Stark never would have died.
Aunt May has talked to Peter about it, told the kid that nobody would ever blame him. Pepper showed Peter Tony’s journal, his thought process going into the battle. Happy, at Peters request, walked Peter through exactly what had happened while Peter was dead. Even Morgan told Peter that her daddy wasn’t mad at Peter. Peter wishes they would save their breath. Peter dosnt deserve their kindness or forgiveness.
Peter knows it’s his fault that Mister Stark died, nobody can convince him otherwise, and he’s going to stay locked in the workshop until he comes up with a way to get Tony back (or a way to stop feeling like he deserves Tony’s fate)
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holylulusworld · 1 year
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A fresh start masterlist
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Summary: The world is safe. Thanos is gone. What now?
Pairing: Post Endgame!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, shy reader, plussized reader, virgin reader, fluff, falling in love, more to be added
A/N: I decided to turn this one into a little series
16.666 followers ‘16 days of requests’ celebration
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A fresh start (1) - Support Group memories
A fresh start (2) - Post everything
A fresh start (3) - Where to Captain?
A fresh start (4) - Three man and a baker
A fresh start (5) - TBA
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sibmakesart · 1 year
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Day 1 of
✨The (late) Marvel Advent Calender 2022 ✨
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olsenmyolsen · 4 months
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You Left Us
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Pre-(A Good Version of) Secret Invasion (Female Skrull Reader X Carol Danvers)
Summary: What happens when Captain Marvel returns after all this time...
Word Count: 5.4K
Content: Carol feeling guilty for leaving, Manipulative Nick Fury
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It's just past sundown as black boots hit the ground with purpose.
A blonde woman in a white tank, black jeans, and a leather jacket moves through the small town until she reaches the street with the bar she's been looking for.
She pulls open the door and (Drumroll)...
Carol Danvers walks into a bar.
Jokes aside. You look up from your place behind said bar and watch the blonde scan her blue eyes across the other patrons until she lands on you. For a very brief moment, you feel small as her gaze lingers on you until she starts to come closer. "I need a name." The taller-than-you than you blonde says in a tone that drips with authority. You smile at her voice and decide that she can't be that bad.
Right?
"Ya know... Most people order first." You slide a drink menu in front of her that she doesn't even look at. "I'm looking for someone." She looks at you, and you can tell she's not messing around.
You sigh.
"Promise to order something if I help you?" You ask, making her smirk before nodding. "Okay, take a seat." You gesture to a bar stool that she slides into. "I'm looking for a woman." This makes you smile and laugh. "Aren't we all?" The blonde tilts her head. "I'm serious."
"Me too." You crack a smile and get nothing in return. You sigh again and lean down on the bar. "What does she look like?"
The blonde thinks before opening her mouth. "She's taller than me. Black hair. Blue eyes. Not like mine. She's... tough-minded. By the book. To a fault sometimes." The blonde chuckles a bit, surprising you.
You lean up and grab a rag as silence falls between you and the woman across the counter. "Know her?" She asks. You shake your head. "Sounds like a tough girlfriend, though." You slyly add. "Oh, she's not my girlfriend!" The blonde says matter-of-factly and a little too loud.
"Okay. Sure." Your voice goes a little high to let her know that you don't believe her. "What can I get you to drink?"
"So you don't know her?" You shake your head and lift up the drink menu. "No. I don't know your girlfriend. Order."
The blonde rolls her eyes at you. "Like I said, she's not my girlfriend."
"Okay..." You say before you open and close your mouth because what you want to say is, "okay so who is your girlfriend!" But that's too much, and she's not even looking at you now. Her blue eyes are darting across the drink menu.
"I'll take this one." She points to a cocktail of your own creation. "Coming right up." You smile and gently take the menu from her hand before getting to work. The blonde watches you intensely. But not long. She looks away when you look up at her after finding the correct bottle of mix.
"Can I get a name?" You ask as you start to shake the liquids around in a cup. "Yeah, her name is Mari-"
"No, no, no. Your name." The blonde closes her mouth. "I want your name." You smiled as the woman across from you was surprised by your interruption.
"It's Carol. Carol Danvers." She says.
You lay out a napkin and place a glass onto it before filling it with her blue cocktail. "It's Carol. Carol Danvers." You repeated as she watched your face concentrate on pouring the drink. "What about you?"
You easily give her your name before going to ring up her drink, but stopping. You turn back to blonde just as she puts the blue drink to her lips. She takes a sip and tries her best to hide the grimace on her face.
She fails, though, when her eyes meet yours.
"I'm sorry." She says while you laugh. "It's okay. I figured.." It hurts you a little bit, considering this drink was your idea to put on the menu. You go to take it back, but she stops you. "I don't hate it."
"Ah, yes, because people love drinks that they don't consume." You reply with a wink. Carol smiles at you, and you feel your body quickly get warm. She has an incredible smile.
"How about... a bourbon." She states.
"Of course." Youthink as you toss the blue drink while fixing her what she really wants. "You could've ordered this before."
"Yeah, but I thought if I ordered something special, you'd help me find Maria Hill." Her face gets serious as she waits for you to react to the name.
But you don't budge.
It's almost as if you don't know who she's talking about.
Almost.
"Ah, the not girlfriend." You say, making Carol sigh. "She's not my girlfriend. She's not even my type." She answers as she gets flustered when she sees your smile. "That's besides the point! I need her to lead me to someone!"
Your smile turns into a smirk, and Carol sees it. You look Carol up and down. "And who might that be?" You ask, only earning a half-playful squint of the eyes. "Why should I tell you?" You shrug. "You don't have to. But maybe just because I don't know this Maria person, maybe I know their boss."
"Trust me, if you don't know Maria, then you don't know who's above them."
You nod your head, agreeing. "Alright. Fine." You stop and take a quick look around. The rest of the patrons still around. "Can I ask you something?" Carol lifts her face up to look at you before leaning forward, grabbing the bourbon glass again, finishing it off. "Sure."
"What makes you think I don't know Nick Fury?"
What you just said makes Carol stop. The softness she's been letting slip rightens itself. You watched her furrow her brows and clench her jaw.
"Who are you?"
You ignore Carol's question and cup your hands to make your voice louder. "Alright! The bar is now closed! Don't worry about your tabs! I have a family emergency, so if you could please leave that'd be great! Thank you!"
The handful of patrons look at one another before groaning that they must leave but are happy that they don't have to pay.
Carol keeps her face stern and eyes on you as you watch the people file out.
"Take care." You pat the back of an older gentleman as he leaves. You close the door and lock it up before cautiously returning behind the bar. You feel like prey with the way Carol watches you.
A tired sigh leaves you as you lean back against the counter. Carol rises from her seat. "Who are you?" She clenches her fist and starts to tilt her head. "I won't ask again."
"Carol, let's not do this." You say, lifting a hand as if it were a white flag. "Then you better start talking." Her fist begins to glow as she grits her teeth. "How do you know Nick Fury?"
"Come on, Carol." You laugh and grab a cold beer from behind the bar. It's not your typical drink choice, but it looks pretty cool to drink if you're trying not to seem intimidated. "Who doesn't know the man with the patch." You put a hand over your left eye to boost your point. "I mean, he's a legend, is he not?"
Carol lowers her fist as you keep your calm demeanor. You walk around the back of the bar and to the half door, swinging it open to enter the common area.
You and Carol are now on the same side. She keeps a watchful eye on you as you walk closer and closer. Beer still in hand. "The man who founded a team of heroes all those years back." Carol backs away while still remaining stern as you sit down at the bar stool next to her. "Nick Fury." You sigh and look Carol in her eyes. "The man who said he would help us after you left." Your voice cracks when the you leaves your mouth.
Carols face falters.
"You're a Skrull.."
You nod your head and look away from Carol Danvers—the Captain Marvel. You scoffed as you thought about it. "So good luck finding him." You take a sip of the gold liquid and do your best not to react to the taste. "I sure as hell haven't heard from him since the blip... or even before."
Carol just watches you deflate your body as the words pour out of you. She didn't know what to expect when she walked into this bar, but a Skrull wasn't one of them. And in a matter of minutes, she went from being flirty to angry to feeling sorry with a good mix of guilt.
She did leave.
She helped others find homes out in the cosmos, including a smaller colony of Skrulls. But the ones here on Earth... She never came back for.
She could make excuses about why she didn't, whether it be because of one Lieutenant Trouble or the fact that she was scared to let people down. Regardless, she put her focus elsewhere and only returned to Earth when it was absolutely necessary.
Like today.
Which led her to you.
Carol looks over you again, and you can feel her eyes on you, but you don't make a remark about it. Instead, you let her look over your favorite pair of Vans, high-waisted jeans, and green flannel. Her eyes scan themselves down your rolled-up sleeves and to your hands. The veins going down to your fingers.
She watches as your right handle fiddles with the silver ring hanging from your neck.
It was the first real thing you ever bought for yourself.
Carol looks up and takes note of your features. From your scarlet lips to your eyes. She loves the way your hair flows down.
She would be lying if she said she didn't find you attractive. Carol did.
But to Carol, this wasn't your actual body. Right?
But to you, it was.
You've spent more time in this human disguise than your own Skrull form.
As strange as it is to some. You love it.
"Are you done?" You ask as you turn back to look at Carol. "I get it, but you can stop." You go to take another sip of your beer, but Carol takes it from your hand and sets it down away from you, making you look at her. "You said you haven't heard from Fury even before the blip. What do you mean?"
You look at Carol as if she's joking, but you can tell by the look of determination in her eyes that she has no idea. "You really don't know." You say not knowing whether you should be hurt or happy that Carol Danvers doesn't know about the way Nick Fury used Skrulls for his battles. "Just like you, he left us. Abandoned us. Threw us to the sides when wars from invaders above could be won with humans."
Carol can tell how much this has affected you. It clearly hurts to talk about, but you don't look like a soldier or talk like one.
But that's when it clicks.
"You lost someone?" Carol softens in the bar stool next to you and even makes the cautious effort to place her hand on your arm.
"I lost everyone." You sneer back but don't remove your arm from her hold. You look into her blue eyes, and Carol sees how the sadness is threatening to spill out. Without meaning to, Carol gently rubs her hand up and down your arm. It brings you comfort, and in this moment, you once again take in the beauty that is The Captain Marvel.
"I'm sorry." She says to you, making you look back from her lips to her eyes. "I'm sorry for your loss. I know these words don't do much, but you shouldn't have had to fight Fury's battles."
And just like that, a sincere apology and moment makes you sour.
Carol stops the movement of her hand as she can sense the tension coming off of you. "Well, it's not like you were around." You pull your arm away from her and get up. "Hey!" Carol gets up and follows you as you begin walking towards the back of the bar.
"That's not fair!" Carol counters as you pass your manager office to the bar before stopping at the set of wooden stairs leading up to your place. "Fair!?" You stop to question before turning around.
"You left!" You yell at the blonde, who doesn't back down. "You fucking left, and you want to talk to me about fair? I watched my parents die! I watched my brothers and sister become toys in a game that I never wanted to play! So don't talk to me about fair when you don't understand!"
Carol is quiet. She holds up her hands and takes small steps towards you. The closer she gets, the more she sees how the tears are beginning to fall. "I'm sorry. You're right." Carol says. "I don't understand." She puts her arms by her side as she stands right before you. "Help me. Help me understand." Carol looks deeply into your eyes.
You swallow the lump in your throat and hold one of your hands out as the other wipes your face. "Okay. Come on." You say through your broken voice. Trusting her.
The guilt lingers in Carols' mind as she takes your hand.
Little did you or Carol know how the touch of your hand lit the fuse. Fingers wrapped around one another before you led her upstairs to your place.
Your home.
You two are quiet as you open the door. Carol quickly surveys the open floor plan of your apartment. Modest is the word she would use.
It wasn't much, but it was home.
When you kicked the door shut, you gingerly removed your hand from Carols. "It seems kinda redundant, but would you like a drink?" You make your way towards the fridge in your kitchen. Conveniently placed to the left of the front door. "Whatever you grab is fine." You didn't acknowledge Carols answer; instead, you opened the fridge door and grabbed whatever two hard seltzers were waiting for you.
You turned around and placed them onto your cheap dining room table and waited for Carol to approach. She still stood at the door, taking it all in. She wouldn't lie. The more she looked around, the more she got it—an inside look into what makes you, you.
But eventually, Carols' eyes landed to you sitting at the table. And with a courtesy smile, she came forward.
"I hope mango is fine." You said as you cracked open your strawberry one. Satisfied that the taste of beer is out of your mouth. "That's fine." She says as she makes her way to the chair opposite of you. "I like your place." Carol is being genuine, and you can see that. "Thanks."
You take another sip before asking: "What would you like to know?"
Carol thinks and looks over your face. "How old are you?" She squints her eyes in a playful manner, reminding you of the Carol that was flirty not that long ago. "Skrull years or human?" You ask with a sheepish smile.
"Whatever you feel comfortable with."
You nod, grateful for that answer.
"27 human years." You tilt your head. "I think."
Carol nods and takes a look around your living room before her eyes look back. "What do you do for fun?"
You weren't expecting that, but you couldn't deny that removing the tension from the room is nice.
So you smiled. "When I have time, I watch movies, play games, listen to music. You know, the normal things." Carol nods. "Normal things." She quietly repeats and can't for the life of her remember the last movie she watched.
You notice Carol's hands grip the seltzer just a little harder. "What about you?" You look to Carols' curious eyes. "What do you do for fun?" Carol covers up her surprised face and stammers to think.
"Umm..." She tilts her head in thought as it slowly dawns on you that Carol Danvers is too busy to relax. Or to have fun. "It's okay." You interrupt her thought. "Forget, I asked." You sip your drink and look away from her blue eyes. But she shakes her head. "It's not like I don't like to relax... I just..." She sighs and goes to speak, but you cut her off.
"Carol, it's alright. Seriously, forget I asked..." You open and close your mouth to stop yourself from saying more, but Carol catches it. "What?" She asks in a less than soft voice.
You give in. "I guess... I just hoped something fun would've been worth your time up there." You point up to the sky. "I guess it would've made me feel... I don't know... better knowing that you had fun at some point, but it doesn't appear so. All work, no play." Carol stares at you. "I heard a human male say that once."
But that's not what Carol is staring at you for. "Why would that make you feel better?" Carol asks, and you bite the bullet. "Because then..." You clear your throat. "Because then you would've had another reason for your absence."
That hurts Carol, and you honestly weren't trying to hurt her. But sometimes your words shoot to kill when you don't mean to.
Carol leans back into the wooden chair, causing it to creak. The only noise audible aside from the Captain's exhale. "I'm sorry." Carol looks up to see your eyes on her. "I am. I'm sorry for not being here for you and your people." Carol leans forward as her voice grows to be more gentle. "I'm sorry you got dragged into fights that should've never been around. What others did to you was extremely unfair. I should've stopped-d them and kept my p-promise..."
Before you, Carol Danvers breaks.
She feels guilty and hurt for what had happened. She takes the blame and knows whatever she does now will not stop what has already happened.
Carol lifts her right hand to her face to cover her mouth as her left arm falls to the table. She looks away from you as tears fall from her gorgeous eyes. "I'm sorry." This time, she's apologizing for her emotions.
What a silly thing to apologize for.
You let go of the can in your hand and reach your arm across the table. Your hand is open to her. Carol sees this and shakes her head, but you don't budge. "Take it." You whisper.
Carol wipes her eyes and sniffles as she lets her hand lay into yours. The contact of her warm hands sends chills across your body.
You sit like that and look at Carol with admiration for what she's done, and for the first time, you're seeing Carol Danvers as something more than a myth or a so-called hero.
Instead, all you see is Carol.
A beautiful blonde woman who is doing her best not to let snot dribble out of her nose.
It's cute.
"Here..." You remove your hand from hers as you get up to walk behind Carol. The blonde, missing your contact, turns her head to watch you. She sees you go into the living area to pick up a box of tissues sitting in the middle of your coffee table. She smiles and turns around before you notice her eyes on you.
But you felt them.
When you return to the kitchen, you hand Carol the box and watch as she embarrassing blows her nose and clears her throat.
"Trash is behind you in that cabinet." Carol turns around and opens a cabinet door. "Huh.." She says a little too loud, making you raise an eyebrow—something the blonde sees. "I- I was just thinking maybe I should put the trash can I have on the ship into a smaller area so it's not in the way. Or smelling..." She looks away from you once she finishes rambling, afraid you'll be angry at her for mentioning another thing that's kept her away. Aka, her ship. Or because you'll ask her why her garbage she smells so much.
But you do neither.
Instead, you step closer and fold your arms across your chest. "Why do you only have one trash can?"
Carol turns back to look up at you. "What?" You smile at her and let out an exhale of a laugh through your nose. "I said why do you only have one trash can? Don't you have a cat?"
Carol nods. "Well, technically, he's a flerken... so what's your point?" You tilt your head with your arms still crossed. "My point is, is when the flerken... you know... what do you do with the waste? Put it all into the same trash?"
Carol does her best to bite back a smile, only confusing you. "What?" It's now your turn to ask.
Carol stands up with a her smile showing. "Flerkens don't poop.. they eat, spit up, and lay eggs."
Excuse me!?
"They lay eggs?!" You exclaim, waving your arms around with a fright. Carol nods her head in a duh manner before picking up and finishing off the rest of her drink, as your mind can't wrap your head around a cat laying eggs.
You're only knocked out of your thoughts when Carol shuts the cabinet where your recycling bin was kept. Thus, bringing you and Carol back into this post-apology reality.
"You know..." You say, interrupting the dead air falling between the two of you. "For the record, I truly don't know where Nick Fury is." You shift your weight from one foot to the other.
Carol nods and inhales with a click. "I figured. Any word on Maria Hill?"
You smile. "Ah, the girlfriend." Carol playfully rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "For the last time. She's not my girlfriend."
"You're right." You say, taking a step closer. "She's not your type." You look Carol up and down. She sees it and unbeknownst to you.... You are her type.
"Like you are?" Carol says back to shock you, but all it does is make you smirk. You take another step closer. And in a hushed tone, you say: "You and I both know that I certainly could be."
This makes Carol blush, and lucky for her, you walk past her as her cheeks grow red. Carol never thought you would be that bold.
You never knew you were that bold!
The words left your mouth quicker than you could stop them, which is why you're now standing by your shelf of movies. Ignoring Carols eyes on you. Hoping the look on your face will quickly fade.
Carol turns around and sees you shift your weight again as you hold the ring hanging off the necklace between your fingers.
Carol knows she should fish for more information or just leave and continue her search for Fury. But she doesn't want to. She's been alone, on her own, for so long that having company is good. But having good-looking company is even better.
Regardless of how rocky your situation-ship started.
"Looking for anything in particular?" Carol says, appearing by your side. You keep your eyes forward as Carols blue eyes linger in your mind. "Something you might like..." You respond. "I might like?" Carol looks at you with scrunched eyebrows. You nod before turning your head, and when you do, Carols face turns from one of confusion into a smile. Which in turn makes you smile.
"Well, how's the search?" Carol raises an eyebrow and bites her bottom lip. "G-good." You feel your cheeks flush and hate yourself over your stupid stutter because of a pretty smile.
You turn away and grab whatever two movies are in reach to get the attention away from your face. "Maybe these..." You hold out for Carol to take.
"Terminator 2, and... Scott Pilgrim Vs The World?? Okay, there's no way that second one is real?!"
"How come?" You ask, genuinely curious by Carols sudden declaration. She flips the Blu-Ray to the back. "First off, he's a man named Scott. No hero is ever named Scott- hold on..." You're about to correct that she literally knows a hero named Scott when: "He has to beat 7 evil exes for this girl that he likes!?!" Carol looks up at you with a mixture of glee and distaste.
Carol thinks the plot sounds fun, but she's worried about how they're gonna stretch out the story coming from someone who could kick the seven evil ex's ass. No biggie.
You just nod and take Terminator 2 back from her to put on your shelf. "So you wanna go with that one?" You point to the movie. "You mean I can keep it?" Carol asks, misunderstanding you.
"Oh.. no- I mean you can, but I meant like that's we to watch- like we could watch it. Together." You nervously ramble and gesture to the TV behind you, and thankfully, Carol picks up on the hint and squints her eyes before smiling. "As fun as that sounds..." She hands you the movie. "I still need to find Maria."
Your smile turns flat, and you sadly take the movie from her hands. "Right."
"She's not my girlfriend." Carol points sternly at you before you can say anything. "I know." You laugh.
"Still don't know where Maria could be?" You shake your head. "Estonia? Fiji? Anywhere, honestly." You think as Carol sighs. "But." Carol stands up straight. "I know there's a colony hiding in Russia. Rumor is they have a leader. Someone like me. Someone who's lost everything."
Carol frowns at your words and steps towards you, but before she speaks, you cut her off.
"I forgive you." She stands in front of you with her mouth dropped. "It's okay. You don't need to apologize."
Carol closes her mouth and swallows as she nods. "Thank you."
"Of course." You whisper before clearing your throat. "Gravik." Carol raises her head, waiting for you to continue. "That's his name. Their leader." Carols nods again.
"And Carol?"
"Yeah?"
"Remember, we were all put into tough spots. I don't know much about Gravik or how far gone he could be. But I'm sure that could've been me."
Carol understands you and thanks you again before stepping closer to you. You don't move. She takes the movie from your hand and carefully drops it onto your coffee table. Carol then takes your hands in her own and looks you in the eyes.
"You didn't lose everything. You have me. I promise."
Carol then moves her hands out of yours and brushes them up your arm. And before you know it, her arms are wrapped around your back as you are pulled into a hug.
It's gentle and soft as each of you test the waters. Leaning into one another feels nice and complimentary. Once settled, you inhale and feel butterflies erupt in your stomach.
Carol Danvers smells like Vanilla.
She discovers that you smell like Lavender.
"You have me." She whispers as you feel her breath hit your ear. You bite your lip and make an agreeing noise. "I should go.." The hug finally ends, and yet the both of you want don't want Carol to leave.
But she promised.
"Yeah..." You give Carol a sad smile and walk with her to the door. "You don't have to walk me out," Carol says as your feet hit the bottom of the steps leading back to the main entrance. "I know, but I wanted to."
Carol loves that.
As you and Carol reach the front door, you stop. "Oh shoot. Wait here!" You say, confusing Carol as you turn around and run away. "What?!" She asks, only to hear you yell, "Wait!" Followed by your feet running up the stairs.
It takes less than two minutes for you to come back down. Carol smiles when she sees you, and it grows when she sees what's in your hand. In fact, she laughs. "You didn't!"
"I did." You wave it at her. "Here." You give Carol your copy of Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. "I have no way of watching this. Believe it or not, Earth is the only planet with Blu-Rays." She laughs as she speaks.
"I know." You reply.
"It's for when you come back." You sweetly say, making Carol happy. You trust her. "For when I come back."
Carol opens her arms for a hug, which is when you get bold again. You kiss Carol on the cheek as you accept the hug, momentarily stunning the hero.
Before she leans back to look at you. Red in the face.
"Hey, if you're going to kiss me. Kiss me."
As her words hit your ears, Carol leans forward and connects her lips with yours, and the soft, sensual sensation your lips got from just her skin explodes when you feel her pillowy lips. You close your eyes and savor this moment.
"Wow."
You agree with Carol as the two of you hold each other. Neither alone. You lean your forehead against the blondes. "Can I ask you something?" You open your eyes to see her already looking at you. "Go ahead."
"When I do return, how will I know.. that you're you."
That's a good question. You think for a moment before commenting to an answer. "Play Take On Me by A-Ha. I like the acoustic version more, and if you play the original, I'll be sure to tell you that." Carol listens to your words and grins to the thought of you belting out Take On Me.
"That could work." She smiles.
"Besides. You'll know it's me." Carol leans out of the embrace and cocks an eyebrow. "You're so sure?"
"I'm positive."
Carol smiles brightly and takes your words as truth. She then looks up to the sky. "I should go."
"Okay." You tell her, but the night is just starting between you two, and you don't want it to end. But at last, Carol unwraps arms from you. The feeling of her long finger on your skin makes you jolt. "Will I ever get to see you in your true form?" Carol asks as carefully as possible. You understand and don't get upset.
Instead, you smile.
"You're looking at her." You say, making Carol smile at you before grabbing your hand. "I trust and know that I'll be ready for whenever you do want to show me."
You nod and appreciate it. "But this is me, Carol."
Carol begins to glow. "And this is me." She winks before lifting your hand up to place a kiss on your fingers. "Remember my promise."
You nod. "I will. Good luck, Carol."
"Stay safe, Y/N."
Carol takes a few steps out from the awning of the bar. She looks back at you before turning into light, shooting like a rocket up and towards the infinite cosmos.
You smile and go to fiddle with the ring around your neck before remembering...
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Carol lands in her cloaked ship that's in high orbit of Earth.
Goose, the every alert flerken, is immediately there to greet her and to meow about her lack of pets. "I'm sorry, Goosie." Carol pets the flerken and gives her some head smoochies before marching over to a console.
She taps buttons on a pad before a scan of Earth shows up. Carol hits some more buttons, causing the image of Nick Fury to pop with red letters on top.
MISSING Last Seen: SABER Base
Carol looks at Goose, biting her lip to form a plan. But then Carol remembers about the gift in her other hand. "Oh shit." She ungrips the Blu-Ray and paces over to her personal corner on the ship.
She goes to place the movie on to her side table, except something rattles inside. She freezes. Huh? Carol picks up the case again and hears the noise.
How did she not hear this earlier?
Carol opens the case to find the movie still intact, put sitting on top is your necklace with your phone number and a note.
"I'm happy I have you." - Y/N
Carol wore your necklace every day after that.
Until three years later when you gave her a new ring.
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dividers by @/benkeibear
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icalledhimpietro · 1 year
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Me busting into every Avenger's house demanding to know what their excuse is for not being there for Wanda
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Then proceeding to slam open the doors of a nursing home and catch that star spangled son of bitch's eye
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Steve's old ass just eating his jello:
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lucifersbimbobitch · 1 year
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In Love With You In Every Universe Even My Own
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Thanos was the main focus, but suddenly you heard your name, coming from the lips of the love of your life, only it sounded like something was wrong. You turned, around but as you looked to the person who spoke your voice, you were met with nothing but dust. It was thought by many you broke there, and went insane right after by many. But, you argue from that moment you were going to get him back, even if he wasn’t real but he would be to you.
Collab with @starsangledmanwithaplan
Part 2 (cancelled)
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It’d been days now, and the moment in your head played over and over like that broken record in your room that recorded the same song you and your husband danced to every night in the 40′s. 
Every remaining member of the avengers had been trying to check in on you every few hours for the last couple days, except they were met with your endless screams and cries to be left alone and they did. You were doing what you had been everyday for the last while. 
Analyzing what the fuck had happened out there.
Almost everybody had disappeared, only a few avengers remained. And, out of the blipped, as they were calling them, the vanished, was your husband, the infamous White Wolf as his new name, but many did know him as the Winter Solider, or to you, simply just Bucky, your love, was one of the many to go, actually the first to go.
You needed him, you craved him at this point. You had been separated when he was getting treatment in Wakanda for the removal of the Winter Soldier program in him and it was torture but you knew where he was, but now that was impossible, you had no idea, he was gone, nothing but dust.
You could beat Thanos’s ass up right now if you were given the chance, but he disappeared too, shortly after, nobody knew where he was, and you weren’t focused on him, or even a revenge plan, you just wanted your husband, and you finally think you found a way to bring him back. 
A malicious grin formed on your face, your tongue slowly between your canines, thinking along with you. You would use a power, one that was left behind Wanda, your closest friend in the avenger group. She left a piece of her power for you in a glass, concealed when you needed it, this was given to you the day you met her, and you finally had an idea of what you could do with it, you would create a new reality, one where you could be with Bucky forever. No one would interrupt you, and if they did they would pay if they took him away again. You believed this would bring him back, even though deep down inside you knew it wasn’t real, but it would be for you. 
Suddenly, someone knocked on your door, as usual, every few hours they did, you screamed and they left, only this time it seemed more urgent as they did it a couple more times.
“Come in.” You mewed, this idea formulating in your head, you would see him soon, your Bucky.
“Y/N!” Steve entered, breathing out really quickly. “I know you don’t want to be bothered.. but Tony has come back.” He heightened, and you stood up, at the super-solider not caring about the news of the leader of the Avengers coming back only the simple fact you would see him, again.
“Are you-” He began, but you put a finger to your lips to signal him to keep it down.
“Let’s go, Steve.” You said, an evil look in your eye, Steve wanted to say something, but he kept quiet, you noticed the gulp he took and it made you grin.
You both headed outside, and though it was pitch black, you saw the ship, and there was Nebula, daughter of Thanos, and you unleashed yourself there, you grabbed your taser on your side and hurled it at her, she didn’t notice it and it hit her, she went crumpling to the ground, convulsing from the electric shock of the taser that hit her.
“For Bucky.” You grinned. Steve ran up to you, but before he could say anything, you looked at him, and ran, as he tried to grab you. He was strong, but you were quick, and eventually you had lost him. 
You had been running for a while now, and had no idea where you were, the jar with Maximoff's power under your arm clenched, your only need for bringing him back.
“Where do I go-” You began to spin and twirl around trying to see your surroundings in the dark, and suddenly you saw a sign, half-lit up flickering, almost abandoned.
It was a sign showcasing a town, Westview. A lightbulb went off in your head, and suddenly you knew where your little universe would begin, and so you scampered towards it, your heart thundering and yearning for your husband.
They really do say love drives you mad, and in that moment you had given into the madness, only it wasn’t to you, you were just going to the one, and that one was James Buchanan Barnes. 
Like you said in your vows.
“In sickness and in health” Well, there you were running towards the place where you would create a version of him that you believed was, in complete sickness to nourish your health you needed him and so that’s where you went faster then what seemed like light itself in that moment.
Nobody, in Westview could believe that one of earth’s mightiest hero’s could be so insane that she would enslave an entire town, in that case their town in that moment, and that’s what was about to happen.
You stood in some kind of ruins, of a house. You were confused, and saw a letter on the ground, old and discarded, you picked it up and your heart dropped when you saw the little B on the envlope the one Bucky always used when he addressed something to you.
The tears rolled down right away, you hadn’t even read the letter, but when you opened it, everything exploded.
The letter read “to grow old in, B.” You fell to your knees, and realized that he was gone, he really was and that a reality with him that you created wouldn’t be real, but just as your mind was about to accept the gruesome truth, Wanda’s jar with her power in it fell as you did and crashed on the floor. 
The power flew around you in red, waves and then into you, you screamed feeling absoutly nothing in that moment but the sheer raw power of what the world didn’t know in that moment was the Scarlet Witch.
Things began to mold. The ruins of the house took shape into a real house, and the people around it into neighbors, and an old timey neighborhood. You had a dress, on one similar to the ones you wore in the 40′s, and you belived it was the 40′s as you looked around, your reality setting in on it’s own, only you yourself didn’t know it wasn’t real, to you it was.
And, suddenly there he was a flash of light forming him. That same outfit from the bar the night you fell in love him and there he was the same grin on his face from that night
Bucky looked right at you.
“Hello, doll.” 
Everything fell in place for you at that moment and was perfect.
Well, for now.
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Not me getting emotional over my own god damn writing!
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This story started as a random thought I had after watching Loki, and somehow over the last week or so it’s had me hooked and it’s become ‘the author gives Steve and Bucky literally every healing moment she wants to because she has all the feels and she needs them to be OK’
It’s a loose fix-it for Endgame in which Steve returns the stones but gets caught by the TVA, and I’m really proud of it, so if you want to check it out that would mean a lot <3
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steevbuckk · 1 year
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FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 22/100
t'aimer sur les bords du lac by @burnin-brighter
[Endgame Fix it, 17 972 words, Mature]
Summary:
Steve hadn’t expected Tony to leave him anything after his death, especially not something in the form of a cabin in the woods, across the lake from Pepper and Morgan.
What he also hadn’t expected was for Bucky to basically move in with him without much of a discussion. After everything they’ve been through, this might just be what they both desperately needed to realize there is no other place they need to be.
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