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idk-bruh-20 · 1 year
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Irondad fic ideas #119
We've all seen the fics where the Rogues return and immediately assume that Peter is Tony's son, leading to a "prank" where Tony and Peter "act" like father and son (they soon realize they barely have to act, cue feelings)
Now, a fic that is a twist on that old favorite.
The Rogues return, and they quickly figure out that Peter is not Tony's biological son, that he started as an intern and as Spider-Man but the two have grown closer since then. The Rogues assume that Tony has never told Peter how much he cares about him. They believe Tony is too emotionally constipated, and that Peter must still think he is "just an intern"
However, in assessing the situation, the Rogues have failed to account for some pretty vital facts: 1) the amount of time that has actually passed, and 2) the fact that Tony Stark would do just about anything, even face and overcome his childhood programming, for Peter Parker
Peter and Tony have known each other for two years now. They have already had all the emotional conversations. Peter sees Tony as a father, and Tony sees Peter as a son, and the whole Ironfam knows it. No one is in the dark about what's going on.
...except the Rogues.
When Peter and Tony realize that the Rogues immediately assumed Tony is emotionally incapable, they decide to prank them by seeing just how long they will keep believing that
Around the Rogues, Peter calls Tony "Mr. Stark," and Tony pretends to be a stone cold bitch (even while "subtly" remaining a helicopter parent). Back on their own floor of the tower, Peter switches easily between "Tony" and "Dad," they have movie nights where they fall asleep on the couch together, and dinners with Pepper, May, Rhodey, and Happy.
The Rogues decide they need to help Tony and Peter realize their feelings. This goes on for a long time.
Then, one day, Peter gets hurt. Bad. Maybe he gets hurt as Spider-Man, maybe it's a kidnapping or hostage situation. One way or another, he ends up calling out for his dad.
The Rogues all hold their breath, expecting Tony to be stunned, to freak out and go hide in his lab. But Tony doesn't even blink. He comforts Peter, holds onto him, promises that he's safe
Finally, it becomes clear that the Rogues... might have misjudged the situation. Just a bit.
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mochie85 · 2 years
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Swim
Chapter 9 of my Mayari series.
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Summary: Tony's Birthday week commences with a pool party at the compound upstate. As promised, Loki helps you with the birthday dinners and his imagination runs away with him. A/N: This entire series is inspired by songs. The complete playlist could be found here on Spotify. Word Count: Over 5.3k Warnings: The "pool" fic, awkward flirting, eventual smut, quick smut, oral (fem receiving), masturbation Dividers by: @firefly-graphics Artwork by: heymaryjean
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Everyone traveled north to the compound upstate. There were Avengers and agents alike walking around wearing board shorts and swimsuits lounging by the massive pool. A section of it had underwater seating and a swim-up bar. Next to that was a shallow pool with lounge chairs and umbrellas in case you wanted to get your feet wet but not go into the pool.
Steve and Sam were at the grill, cooking the steaks and chicken you had marinated the night before. Bucky was next to them, heckling Sam about the proper technique of grilling a hamburger.
Clint was showing Thor the art and mechanics of throwing a football back and forth while Peter and Wanda watched, poolside, not too far away.
Vision and Bruce were sitting under a cabana in deep discussion about particle physics, relativity, or maybe even the weather.
The birthday boy himself, Tony, was DJ’ing in a large booth with Rhodey.
You, however, stayed inside looking through the large windows holding a book in your hand. I thought this was supposed to be an intimate gathering. You just wanted to relax poolside reading your book.
The funny thing was you did know everybody in a way. They were avengers, office workers, or agents from S.W.O.R.D. It reminded you of the large gatherings at home. The water, the food, the villagers all mingling.
“Ooh la la.” You turned to see who purred at you and giggled. Natasha was walking to you from across the large living area. She had on an amazing white, two-piece swimsuit with a high waisted bottom and a sheer robe-duster. Her large, brimmed hat shadowed her face. Her matching heels clicked as she walked her way over to you. “You look amazing RiRi. Where have you been keeping that ass?” She looked you up and down in your two-piece black bikini. You wrapped your blue sash around your waist like a sarong and it was now contouring your curves a little much for your liking.
“You like it? I’m not comfortable showing off too much,” you said unsure. “But who cares about me. If looks could kill, Nat, I’m sure you’d be wanted by the FBI in no time. You look mighty fine.” She gave you a sincere smile as she took off her glasses.
“Thank you. But why aren’t you outside?” She came up next to you looking out the window. She saw everyone there having fun, or lounging around the pool, including a certain alien prince.
“The moon is out.” You told her. “The moon tends to be out during the daytime a lot out here,” you whispered more to yourself.
“So?” She asked looking for clarification.
“I’ll transform as soon as I step out. My markings will be visible. And I’m wearing a swimsuit.”
“Again, I ask. So?” Nat asked not understanding your dilemma.
“I don’t know. I guess. I’m just a little conscious of my markings. There are a lot of people out there. I thought this was supposed to be an intimate gathering?”
“This is intimate. For Tony. Anyway, you shouldn’t be self-conscious about your markings. They are a part of you. A part of your history. It’s what sets you apart from everyone else. Come on. Let’s make an entrance.” She grabbed your hand and led you outside. Nat handed you her glasses to put on as she opened the door, not letting go of your hand.
Once outside, you were so glad she gave you her sunglasses. The harsh light from the sun would’ve made you squint. She looked back at you smiling and you laughed back.
You changed into your moon form. Even during the daytime, the moon’s touch will always find you. Glowing marks and tribal tattoos started appearing from your fingers and toes. They snaked and wound their way through your body as they met and ended at your heart. It hadn’t shone as bright as it would in the darkness of night, but your body shimmered.
“I know what you’re trying to do.” You said to her conspiringly. She giggled like you two had a secret.
She let go of your hand, hooked her arm around yours, and said, “And what exactly am I trying to do?” She grinned sitting down at one of the two available lounge chairs by the pool.
“I thought spies were not supposed to attract attention?” You said, spreading a towel down before sitting on the chair next to her.
“And I thought goddesses loved being praised and adored over.” She rebutted. You laughed at that and slowly sank into your chair. You bent your knees and laid your left arm above your head. It was a very warm day, but the breeze was cool under the shade of the umbrella.
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Across the pool, Loki had watched you walk out with Romanoff in hand. She said something that made you giggle, and your face lit up with the most beautiful smile. He had never seen you in a swimsuit before. Your whole body shimmered and glowed as your markings appeared. He followed the ink with his eyes as it stopped and ended at your heart.
He noticed how everyone turned to watch the two of you walk out. It was as if the Fates themselves slowed time down granting everyone the blessing of just watching you walk.
You sat under the shade of the umbrella with your legs glistening out in the sun. It wasn’t long before people started coming up to both of you to make polite conversation or offer you a beverage. You had turned down an offer from a loudmouth fool holding onto sunscreen.
Parasites! All of them. Loki watched behind his sunglasses, feigning disinterest. Yet, he counted every single person that came up to you.
It was always the same; they would come walking with a bravado of a thoroughbred and start a conversation. You would be gracious and listen. Then you would shake your head at whatever question they asked.
They would try again, and you would shake your head again, this time without a smile. If they tried a third time, Romanoff would say something. Then they would leave. Few ever got to the third time. But all of them would leave looking like an ass instead of the stallion they thought they were.
As you were thwarting off advances, Loki was getting looks and attention himself. Women, and men, would parade in front of him hoping to catch his attention. A couple of brave women came up to him and tried to make small talk.
One of them kept tossing her blonde hair and giggling. He liked the attention if he was being honest. But he was reminded of you constantly. Especially since you were in his field of vision. He would compare the woman’s blonde hair to your silver-moon hair, and it wasn’t as luminous.
Or the other woman’s lips weren’t as shapely as yours. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Last night’s almost-kiss still replayed on his mind. He wondered if he would ever get a chance to be that close with you again. He wondered if you even remember that moment you two almost had.
Things were different when Barnes came over. You had laughed at something he said. He left and came back with food for both of you. Smart man. He didn’t stay long and left as soon as he dropped off the food.
Loki recalled your shopping excursion yesterday. You had mentioned that food was your love language. Of all the people here, he was most wary of Barnes. Loki was confident about his friendship with you. But that’s all it was, wasn’t it? She thinks of me as a friend. I can wait. We’re both immortal. Barnes won’t have that long. I can play the long game.
He watched you apply sunscreen to your golden legs. Then, you untied the top halter of your swimsuit and exposed your back to Romanoff as she covered your neck and back with sunscreen. Your arms covered your front, holding your swim top in place, pushing your breasts together. Norns, I can’t wait that long, he groaned.
In time, people stopped bothering you and Natasha enough to relax. You lowered the back of your lounge chair and laid flat on your stomach, facing the pool this time. You had taken out a book to read and flipped through till you got to your bookmark. His gaze ran up your body and lingered on your curvaceous hips. Your ankles were crossed in the air as you rested your chin on your hands. Every now and then, you would turn the page in your book and watched your face go through a slew of emotions.
Whatever you were reading must have been enticing. Stark had the music blasting so loud. He called for a cannonball contest and people were screaming and chanting at Thor. But none of the outside world held any interest for you. You were still engaged in your book.
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After finishing the contest, Nat quietly whispered, “He’s been watching you this whole time.”
“Hmm. Who?” you asked.
“He thinks he’s being so slick hiding behind his sunglasses. How has he survived your recon missions? I swear he’s so obvious.”
“Oh gods, Nat, who?” you insisted as if you didn’t know. You felt the cold chill in your spine as soon as you sat down. You tried not to look at him this whole time. You’ve been waiting for him to approach you; gods know everybody else has.
“Oh, he’s standing up. Maybe he’s finally coming over.” Nat gave you the play-by-play, but you hadn’t looked up from your book yet. “Never mind. He went to the bar. Wait…he has drinks in his hands. He’s coming over. Now’s your chance. Remember what I said last night!” Nat said. You swear you heard her voice but didn’t see her lips move.
“Heavens woman, are you a ventriloquist too?” You laughed at her teasingly.
“Your laughter is as compelling and irresistible as your singing, milady,” Loki said in his deep baritone voice.
You sat up to greet him, “Hi, Loki. Are you having fun?” He gave you a warm smile. He was wearing an open, white, button-up shirt with rolled sleeves. You had a full view of his lean muscles underneath. His black swim trunks were hanging low enough to see the start of his Adonis Belt. That ‘V’ muscle almost making you bite your lip. He nodded a greeting to Natasha.
“Agent Romanoff,” Loki said sternly.
Natasha gave him a grin back. “Hello.”
“I brought some beverages. I hope they’re to your liking.” He handed a glass to Nat and another one to you.
“Thank you. I was getting thirsty.” Taking the drink from his hand.
“Ya, no kidding.” You heard Natasha whisper, but again you didn’t see her mouth move. So you just raised your eyebrow at her. “Thank you, Loki, but I was going to get myself some water. Why don’t you keep RiRi company, I know someone who might like this instead.” Natasha said as she got up from her seat and left it vacant for Loki. You missed the wink she gave him as they passed each other.
“So, what are you reading?” Loki asked pointing to your book.
“It’s about a girl who finds herself with a strange set of powers that can conjure light and she’s the only one who can save a torn country from its dark past.”
“Interesting. And how does it rate?”
“I like it. It’s intriguing. It’s my favorite genre. Science fiction/fantasy.”
“Don’t you get enough of that in real life? With the heroes and villains and the aliens?” You smiled at his remark.
“I suppose it has its parallels. But that just makes it more believable then.” You countered. The two of you continued talking about books. Then it turned into a debate about philosophy. Which is ironic coming from two deities.
Loki felt like you were the only one who would listen to him, even when you disagreed about your ideologies, you tried to understand him. Most people would just give up and get frustrated. But you pushed his thinking. You challenged him.
“Are you still going to cook for Stark this week? What’s the menu like?” Loki asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
“Yes, I am," you paused. "Actually, I’m looking for someone to help. Are you interested?” You asked hopeful. This will be the perfect time to go through with Nat’s suggestion.
“And cater to Stark? No. I don’t think so.”
“No, I need a taste tester. Someone to bounce ideas off of with the plating and the décor. You know, work behind the scenes.”
“You seek out my opinion?”
“You have great taste, Loki. Plus, a discernible eye. I’ve come to rely on it. I value your opinion a lot.”
“I’m…honored, milady.”
“So, you’ll help me?” He could never say no to you, even if he wanted to. You would never compel him, but he knew that he would do anything that you’ve asked of him anyway. He just nodded his head as he looked at you.
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Back at the tower, Loki met up with you in Tony’s private kitchen every night for the following week. It was a wonder to watch you cook. You had this chaotic elegance about you that drew him in.
Your long hair was always up in a messy bun and your apron was tied around your waist with that night’s dinner smeared all over it. There were always cut vegetables or something simmering on the stovetop. Yet, you flowed through the kitchen like it was a ballet. There was a rhythm you had set for yourself, and you danced it beautifully.
True to your word, you made sure Loki was out of sight from Tony. You didn’t want Tony making a snarky remark about the god of mischief being his waiter and serving him. Loki might just throw him off the tower again.
Instead, he helped you plate the food, or taste test it. Especially the dessert, he loved tasting the dessert, and you always made extra for the two of you to share at the end of the night.
You remembered what Nat said about flirting. You were too shy, at first, to do anything other than smile and look at his eyes. But as the week went on, you were emboldened by his little touches.
He would place his hands on your lower back as he would pass behind you. Or he would brush a stray hair back into place while you set the table with a freshly delivered bouquet.
At one point, he pretended to wipe some food off the side of your lips. Your body betrayed you and you subconsciously puckered your lips at his touch.
So, on the last night of cooking, you made a show of sticking out your tongue to lick the back of a spoon coated with a sauce you had just finished. You caught him watching you with his bottom lip in between his teeth.
“Would you like to try this one?” you asked, as you swiped your pinky finger in a spoon of béchamel sauce. “I promise, my fingers are clean.” You giggled as you lifted your finger to his lips.
He gently grabbed your wrist, and without breaking eye contact, devoured your finger in his mouth. The warmth of him and the texture of his tongue made you cry out unexpectedly. You didn’t try to hide it. If he was bold enough to play along, he should be rewarded.
“It’s delicious.” He said after he finished sucking the sauce off your finger and giving it a gentle bite. “I wonder how the rest of you taste. It! I wonder how the rest of it tastes.” You raised your eyebrows at him trying not to laugh at the sudden wave of red crawling up his face.
“You’re cute.” You told him, laughing it off as a joke.
“You think so?” He questioned, smiling.
“I do.” You said shyly as you flurried around the kitchen. You wanted to keep your hands busy and not think about what you had just admitted. You were about to pull the pepper out of the spice cabinet when he came up behind you. His left hand was on your waist as his right hand reached up to help you with the pepper. His hands curled around yours as you brought down the spice to the counter. His fingers lightly traced up your arm and you can feel his breath on your neck. You closed your eyes, savoring his touch, enjoying the heat from having him so close behind you. His left hand was gripping tighter and tighter on your waist, bunching your apron and shirt in his tight grip as if he were itching to pull it off you.
“And if I also find you attractive, kitten?” He asked, breathless. You parted your mouth to speak, but no words came out. Just a heady moan. How can a simple question, a string of words, sound so erotic.
Just then the sound of your sauce bubbling broke your reverie. Fuck. You moved away from his embrace, and you went to turn the dial off. You stirred the saucepan wanting to save, not just the sauce, but the ruined moment, thinking of what to say.
And like a cold shower, a wave of disappointment, Tony and Pepper walked into the kitchen. There’s no saving the moment. The moment is gone.
“RiRi, I can’t wait for dinner. Oh, Loki I didn’t know you were here too,” Tony said. He must’ve been in a good mood because not one snarky thing came out of his mouth in regards to Loki. “Did you know that she’s been cooking Pepper and I dinner this week?” he asked Loki. Loki just nodded his head, taking a deep sigh.
“And everything has been amazing! Michelin-level stuff, RiRi. You’re so talented,” Pepper praised.
“Yes, you should open a restaurant. Hey?! Do you want to? I can fund it. Here in the tower. It would be amazing. People will come from all over the world to try food cooked by a goddess.”
You laughed and shook your head ‘no.’ “You keep me busy enough, Tony,” you said.
“Well, since this will be the last night of your amazing dinners, I just wanted to come in here and thank you so much. I appreciate it more than I can say,” said Pepper. She came over to you and gave you a warm kiss on your cheek. When Tony came round to thank you, Pepper came up to Loki and said thank you to him as well.
“I know you’ve been helping her with the table settings and the tastings. So, in a way, you’ve been a part of making this happen too. Thank you Loki,” she whispered as she placed her hand on his arm. Loki was surprised. He hadn’t expected gratitude to come his way. Especially not from Pepper.
“You’re very welcome, milady. Although I admit, I had my own selfish reasons.” He looked up to you, laughing at one of Tony’s jokes.
Pepper followed his gaze. She gave him a huge grin and said, “Don’t wait too long. You two might have longer lives than the rest of us, but when you find the right one, it’s never long enough.” She smiled up at him, and Loki gave her an understanding nod. Pepper then strode to Tony’s side and looped her arm in his, “Ok. Let them work. Thank you again, RiRi,” she said turning to you.
“Oh, and don’t forget about the party tomorrow night. Wear your skimpiest outfit. You too, reindeer games!” Tony said, pointing a finger at each of you.
“Tony!” Pepper chided as she dragged him back to the dining room. You had laughed at the joke but were surprised to see Loki grinning about it as well.
Loki was beside himself. He was first annoyed by the constant interruption to what could’ve been your very first kiss with each other. But he was slowly humbled by the turn of events.
He felt a special kinship with Pepper now. Knowing that she is supportive of his endeavors made him feel more confident. Not that he needed her approval, but it was nice to know that someone was on his side. As a special thank you, he devised a simple cocktail for the two of them. A coffee liquor with brandy to pair well with the tiramisu you had made for dessert.
After cleaning up and putting things away, you and Loki had enjoyed the dessert and cocktails outside on the large balcony overlooking the city. You had complimented each other on your creations and talked about the upcoming party, but neither of you were brave enough to talk about the almost-kiss from earlier that night. It was almost as if you both had imagined it.
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The next day, you were bone tired. You had gotten to bed late last night, not wanting to leave Loki’s company. Plus, It had been a long, draining week. The only highlights were the near-missed kisses you had with Loki.
It was almost as if the universe was trying to prevent you two from joining together. Maybe that’s a good thing. Loki’s words from the night he came back still haunt you. You tried not to think of them often, but with every new relationship you made, or with any social interaction you had, which were plenty since you lived at The Avengers Tower, you couldn’t help but pull back on getting close to people.
You remembered the scene so vividly. You were relaxing out on the balcony when Loki had come out with a peace offering of tea. “I wanted to make sure my feelings were genuine and not artificial,” he had said. Those words influenced how you dealt with people. You tried to limit the use of your singing voice. You only used it when you needed it on missions or when you were experimenting in the lab with Tony or Bruce. You can count the number of times you sang in front of Loki in one hand. But that doesn’t ease the pain and the paranoia that you might have compelled the prince to be attracted to you.
It’s too heavy to think about. As with all your other problems. You brushed it off and buried it deep in your mind till you either confront it, or it bites you in the ass.
You decided to give yourself the rest of the day off. Maybe you could get away with just staying inside your room and having a Netflix marathon. Avoid everyone altogether.
Then, of course, you remembered that tonight was Tony’s big birthday bash. The climax of the past week. You got tired just thinking about it. OK, it’s settled. I will shower and get comfy. Get me a bunch of snacks from the kitchen, avoid contact with everyone, then hide out in my room till later tonight.
And that’s exactly what you did. You took a steaming hot shower and got dressed in your cozy sleep shorts. You raided the kitchen pantry, asking FRIDAY beforehand if anyone was in the kitchen. Then you hid in your room and started a show on Netflix, successfully avoiding anyone and everyone. Until there was a knock on your door.
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Loki couldn’t sleep last night. He kept thinking about having you so close in his arms. He always had you close in his arms. So close, yet not close enough. It seems to be the running joke when it comes to you two. He kept replaying the scene in his mind; you coming up to him, him grabbing your wrist then sucking your finger and giving it a little love bite. Eliciting the most luscious sound from your lips.
Norns, the sounds. The sounds she makes. Loki was convinced that you could drive a man to his knees with just an exhale of your breath. He desperately wanted you then and there. He needed you. He needed to feel your skin on his fingertips. He needed to taste you on his lips.
~ He pictured setting you on top of the counter, like he’s done before, and finally kissing you on those soft pouty lips. He stood in between your thighs as you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer to your heat. You ran your fingers through his hair holding him tight, so you don’t fall back. You kissed up and down his throat and he would savor each kiss, each lick, and each bite while his hands explored your curvaceous body.
His lips couldn’t get enough of the way you taste. He needed more. He lifted your shirt, as he kissed his way down. He savored the taste of your skin, provoking goosebumps to form where his tongue had been. He took a quick bite through your bra at your hardening nipples, but he didn’t end there. He pulled your jeans and panties off as he knelt in front of you. Both your legs resting over his shoulders. He ran his hands up and down your thighs, keeping them separated. He flattened his tongue as he teased around your folds and you started panting heavily.
“Please…” you moaned. Your pussy giving him more to savor as you beg him to finally lick you there.
“Oh, kitten. Is all this for me?” Loki asked as he circled your clit making you whimper. He continues to take one big lick up your clit. You moaned at the pressure of his tongue finally on you. He laps up everything you are giving.
Hearing your panting get heavier and heavier, he snuck in two of his fingers inside your tight cunt. You made the naughtiest sound as he flicked his tongue over your sensitive bud, causing you to clench down on his digits.
That’s what he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear you come undone as he fucked you with his fingers and his tongue sucking everything you had to offer. ~
Loki was already touching himself at the thought. His hand gripped his large erection, precum leaking from the tip. He imagined it was your hand, stroking him up and down. Your delicate fingers gripping his hard shaft. He stroked faster, that familiar coil tightening inside him, waiting to be released.
The thought of you yelling out his name in the heat of passion was enough to unravel him. “Oh Norns, mhmm. Fu…that feels amazing.” Ropes of his seed coated his hand as he tried to catch most of it, grabbing a tissue from his nightstand to clean himself off.
He couldn't continue like this. He knew from the first moment he laid his eyes on you that he had to have you. In his arms, in his bed. Hell, you were already in his thoughts during the day and in his dreams when he could sleep at night.
He had to find you. He needed to find out if your lips were just as juicy as he imagined them to be. He needed to know that he wasn’t imagining these feelings that you had. That you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Loki decided that he would speak with you. Finally talk to you about the tension between you two, the attraction. Loki feels it. He knows you feel it too.
Loki made himself decent and stepped out of his room. It must be mid-day. The hallway was lit up with bright sunlight. That’s when Loki noticed Barnes leaving and closing your bedroom door. He had a smile on his face as he looked up to see Loki standing in front of his bedroom door.
“Hey, Loki,” Barnes said as he rubbed the back of his neck. His expression changed to one that was caught doing something he shouldn’t have.
“Barnes,” Loki said, tight-lipped as he passed. Faen! The worst thoughts were spiraling through Loki’s head. Are they together? Did he spend the night? If she prefers him...
...I can’t…Loki couldn’t finish the thought. The sight of another man coming from your room left him heartbroken. The thought that someone else was making you scream those sinful noises, made him angry and depressed.
The emotion strangling him, squeezing his heart. How could he lose something that wasn’t his to begin with? He looked in the direction of your door, then walked the opposite way towards the lift. Hopefully, Thor was already at the gym, and he would have someone to spar with.
*~ Earlier that day ~*
“Hey, doll. Open up,” Bucky knocked. “No one’s seen you out today. I know you must be hungry.”
No response. “OK, guess I’ma have to eat this whole pie by myself. Too bad. Guido’s made it especially cheesy today.”
You slowly opened the door to find a flat white box at your eye level. The aroma of cheese and tomato sauce wafting through. You went to grab it, but Bucky pulled it back. “Uh-uh. Not until you let me in.” You rolled your eyes and looked at him, contemplating whether the fresh pizza was worth it.
You left the door wide open as you grabbed the pizza from his hands. You quickly moved to the sitting area of your room and opened the box. Fresh steam rising from the hot, melting cheese.
You grabbed a slice, sat back on the couch, and put your feet up on the center table. You let out the most satisfying sigh. You had only procured small snacks and chips from the kitchen. You couldn’t find any leftovers. This was the first, and probably the only, hot meal you would have all day before the party tonight.
“I haven’t seen you all week, since the barbecue, and then I find out no one’s seen you all day today. You ok?” It was sweet that Bucky wanted to check up on you.
“I’m fine.” You signed, putting the leftover crust in the box. “I’m just exhausted. Since the barbecue, then cooking dinner for Tony and Pepper, I just wanted a day for myself,” you signed as FRIDAY translated. “Thanks for getting me Guido’s, though.” You smiled as you picked up your second slice.
“Us. I got us Guido’s. Move over. What ’cha watching?” You moved over to give him room next to you and you continued watching the next episode of the show you were binging.
Bucky only stayed till the end of the episode before he got up to leave. “Are you gonna go to Stark’s party tonight?” He asked.
You nodded your head and signed, asking where he was going. “I lost a bet and Sam is gonna dress me for tonight’s party. We’re going to this place he says he knows in Queens.” You started laughing at the thought of Sam dressing Bucky up in a suede or velvet suit. Something Sam is fond of and looks mighty fine in. You’ve seen Sam wear them many times to countless of Tony’s parties, but on Bucky…eh…maybe. “Plus, I just wanted to see if you were still alive.” You continued to laugh. “Which you are because you’re still laughing at me.”
“I hope you don’t end up with one of those pastel-colored suits from the ’70s.” You signed but laughed even harder as FRIDAY translated.
“Ya, ya. Keep it up buttercup. The thanks I get for getting you food.” You sobered up and shaped your fingers into a heart for him. Bucky rolled his eyes and left your room. As he closed the door, he ran into Loki in the hallway and said ‘hi.’ Now there’s a guy who looks good in a suit. I’m gonna look like shit next to him. Sam better pick something nice.
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gothamsglam · 3 years
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Can I have Your Name? (a SamBucky ficlet)
for @samshield hope you enjoy 😘
(also on ao3 under @/the_fifth_marauder101)
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“Thanks, can I have your name?” asked Bucky with a charming smile on his face, pulling out a sharpie. However, instead of writing on an empty class as the poor customer thought, he scribbled down “Tony” on one of those ‘Hello, my name is…’ stickers.
“That’s a wonderful name by the way,” Bucky compliments, because fck you Steve, he can be polite. 
He fcking told Steve going into customer service was a great idea. Idiot wanted to continue doing door to door shit, or, even worse, mope around forests for wandering travelers. He told him it wasn’t the 1400s anymore, and to grow up. Damn the supernatural council and their ‘hunt in pairs’ rule, he will go rouge and leave Stevie, he will do it. 
“I’m this close,” Bucky had hissed, holding his fingers in the air so Stevie could see, 
“Your fingers are touching,” Steve deadpanned. 
“Exactly.”
The man doesn’t look up from his flurry of typing, “Thank you, it’s a family name.”
“Sure,” Bucky replies quietly “Alright, your order will be right out,” Bucky grinned, replacing his name tag with the new one without looking away from the brown-haired customer. The second the tag sticks to his shirt, he feels a refreshing rush of energy. Kind of like what he imagines those ‘caffeine/sugar rush’ those damn teens keep harping about. 
“Thank y—” The customer—Tony—looks up from his phone to flash him a grin, only to have it fall from his face when he sees the name tag. 
This was the fun part. Bucky didn’t break eye contact, maintaining it with the same smile, only now he could tell it felt eerie to the human. Like something wasn’t right. 
The man’s brown eyes flitted up and down between Bucky’s face and the name tag, before he surged forward, “What di—”
“Have a good day,” Bucky bit out, still keeping the smile and cheery customer service tone. His eyes were blank, he made sure of it. Honestly, this whole song and dance was unnecessary. Stevie usually just wrote the name tags, and then stuck them on as he was making the drinks. Their shop was typically slow enough that there wouldn’t be people behind to question why the tender had a new name. But Bucky loved to fck with humans. What the hell else was he supposed to do? He’s been alive for 70 generations, let him have his fun. 
However, today was a bit different. Another two walked into the shop, Bucky didn’t see it as much as he felt it. Bucky kept his back turned, hollering “Welcome to Stars and Stripes, I’ll be with you in just a moment,” over his shoulder as he made the three drinks. What asshole ordered three drinks?
Bucky’s question was answered when he saw the two men walk over to Tony’s table. One of them kissed Tony on the cheek and the other just faux-gagged before giving Tony a hug as well. Bucky called out the order, eyes tracking the way Tony mumbled something to the two men and both reacted oddly, as they probably should. Bucky would expect no less. 
Apparently, he jinxed himself, because the man who hugged Tony came to pick up the drinks. 
“Nice name,” said the man.
“Thanks,” Bucky flashed his uncanny valley smile and offered nothing else. The man winked and then walked back to the table. 
Bucky did not look at his ass, he didn’t. 
---
The next day, the man comes in. Not Tony, but other guy. The cute one. 
“Hi my name’s Jacob, how may I help you today?” Bucky asks politely. 
The man, to his credit, didn’t bat an eyelash, “Hi I’ll have three—” And he rattled off the same order that Tony had. Bucky resisted the urge to frown, maybe it was just a two-time thing? This group has only come into their shop once before, what are the odds of it happening again, for a third time?
“Perfect,” Bucky slid the receipt across the counter, “Can I have your name?” Bucky asked, as he reached for a pen. 
“Nope,” the man replied. 
Bucky froze in his moments, “What?”
The man shrugged, face showing nothing but politeness, “I’m the only person in this store, you’ll be able to find me.”
Bucky was stunned as he watched him walk back to the spot the trio was in the other day. As he sat down, the man gave a nod of acknowledgment to Bucky, who was still staring. 
His brown—almost hazelnut with the light of the sun—eyes stared into Bucky’s own, and in them all he saw was mischief. 
Fck.
---
For the next two days, Bucky kept a—subtle, he wasn’t obsessed or anything—watch out for Tony or The Man. And for those two days, he didn’t see hide or hair of them. Bucky figured they must have been college students from nearby campuses, wandering in when Starbucks was too full, which happens often enough. Then on the third day, he returned. 
“Hey, Jacob” greeted The Man, his smile so bright—so bright that Nat would have burned like she does under the sun and threaten to bite the man in the jugular. Bucky, who was too gobsmacked to even deliver his customer service opening, stared at him. 
“Not Jacob,” Bucky said, his voice strangled. 
The Man chuckled, his eyes sparkling with the same look from the first day he ordered, “Ok ‘Not Jacob’, may I have—” And repeated the same order from the last two times. 
“Um, right, uh” Bucky stammered, face growing hot as The Man raised an eyebrow at him smugly, “Can I have your name?”
“Put Redwing,” The Man said, shrugging. The corner of his lips pulled upwards into a happy smirk—how can a person have a fcking happy smirk?—, not that Bucky was only looking at his lips or anything. 
“Redwing?” Bucky asked, stupidly. Because why ask, idiot, why ask for clarification? He read somewhere that the psyche is powerful enough to make the body do things, like fake pregnancies. Whether that’s something only reserved to humans is up for debate, but maybe, if Bucky doesn’t ask and lives in blissful ignorance, he can feed off of a fake name. But no, because he’s a bloody fool, he asked. 
“It’s my pet’s name,” The Man answered, then looked tilted his head, giving a sheepish smile, “Or at least, that’s what I want to name a pet, I don’t have one.”
“Right,” Said Bucky, suddenly feeling empty in ways that have nothing to do with hunger, “Your order will be right out.”
Their conversation was longer than normal, so when the man went to sit down, the couple came in moments afterward. All three sat in the same place as before. 
‘Oh no,’ Bucky thought in dawning horror, ‘Regulars.’ 
---
“Falcon,” grins The Man, now foregoing any attempts to be subtle and simply being a little shit.
Bucky looked at him, face void of any amusement. At this point, he’s shucked the polite customer service voice and snarked back and forth with the regular like there’s no tomorrow—only in this situation, there is a tomorrow, there always is tomorrow.
Their staring contest probably goes on for a bit too long, judging by the way Tony and his boyfriend—Bucky can feel comfortable calling the two a couple, based on how disgustingly affectionate the two get in the cafe—walk in. 
The Man flashed a smile and turned away to greet the couple. An audible ‘Rhodey!’ reached Bucky’s ears. Now, finally, he has a name for one of the dark-skinned men, the one who kissed Tony’s cheek and was currently walking in with said Tony, arm around his shoulders. Only Bucky doesn’t feel that familiar warmth pool in his gut, refreshing his energy levels. 
‘Oh,’ Bucky thinks, and watches as the man—his regular—laughs with his friends but also how his eyes flit back to peek at Bucky as names are spoken. ‘oh, loopholes.’
Bucky is so screwed. 
---
The names his regular gives become increasingly goofy, and Steve teases him about how flirty they get—Bucky absolutely didn’t have a favorite, and it absolutely wasn’t Angel. But Bucky only believed Stevie when he got a number instead of a random moniker. 
“What?” Bucky short-circuited. 
The man just sighed, “Come on, I gave you my number, work with me here.”
“You finally did it, huh, Sam?” Tony called out from where he was typing away on his computer, which rested on Rhodey’s legs. Rhodey, who was sprawled out in one of their chairs, nudged Tony with his foot, “Shush, let them have this.”
‘Sam,’ Bucky thinks,  and all he can come up with in his blue screened mind is, ‘Perfect’.
In his phone, the name Sam’s contact is under is ‘Angel’.
Steve heckles. 
---
“How did you know, Angel?”
Sam looks at Bucky, and Bucky’s struck into silence, The whole world falls around them in muted sounds and lights fade into balls of blurry color, because as they lock gazes all Bucky can notice is Sam’s eyes. Sam’s eyes—his wonderful, soul-deep eyes that shine with mischief and laughter, that glow so bright and rival the heavens when the sunlight reflects off it just so—are sad. 
“My friend,” Sam says quietly, “Riley. He was one of yours.”
Bucky nods, and reaches out with his metal hand—an injury from decades ago and a gift from a shapeshifter who hissed that his debt was repaired before slithering off into the night—pulling Sam closer to him. They watch the sun go down from the top of the roof, the stars revealed one by one, twinkling against the darkness of the dusk. 
---
(One day, Bucky will ask for Sam’s name again, specifically his last name. Only then, will Sam reply honestly.)
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AN: This is a more bastardized version of faeries/fae, I just made up my own creature for what Bucky and Steve are. Simply because I just wanted to write a little ficlet about SamBucky and didn’t do much research. Don’t think too hard about it :)
(and the link to the Tik Tok I saw on tumblr that inspired this is also linked on my ao3 fic)
Hope you enjoyed! 
-vix
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