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[thewidowsghost]

The Sky's The Limit - Chapter 16

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Previously:

"Thanks," Skye smiles, happy at the praise. "Except it doesn't work that way because I didn't have enough time to build it, so we need to plug his into one of their computers." Skye pulls out a flash drive and shows it to the others. "Spoiler alert - we can't seem to find one."

. . .

Turns out, the task was harder than it sounded.

"Get ready for a huge file transfer," (Y/n) says into the COMMs, shoving the file of the first Deathlok - John Garrett - back into the filing cabinet.

"How huge?" Skye asks.

Glass shatters as (Y/n), Coulson, and May heave a filing cabinet through a window of the eight story building.

There is a rush, FitzSimmons lifting the cabinet into the back of the truck.

Trip lifts a speargun and shoots a rope into the ceiling of the building before securing it to the bumper of the truck.

. . .

"(Y/n), Fitz, Simmons, you have the maps," Coulson says, and (Y/n) nods. "Do not engage under any circumstances. If you find the BUS, call us and stand down."

3rd Person POV

Ward slams his fist against the glass of the box, FitzSimmons cowering behind (Y/n), her broad shouldered figure blocking Ward from their view.

"Open the door, May," Ward growls.

"Do you think I'm a fucking idiot," (Y/n) replies.

All of a sudden, Fitz appears at (Y/n)'s shoulder. "Ward, please . . . " he says, pressing a hand to the glass. "I need to understand."

"You need to accept the truth, Fitz," Simmons says, placing a hand on Fitz's arm. "He doesn't care about us, about anything."

"No, I don't believe that," Fitz says desperately, pressing a hand to the glass again. "We're friends, aren't we? We've been friends. We've had laughs together. I know that you're a good person, Ward. And you can choose right now to be good. It's a choice."

Tears well in Simmons's eyes at Fitz's attempts.

"I've got my orders," Ward replies. "Open up the door.

"No," Simmons replies, pulling on Fitz's arm.

"Not a chance," Fitz replies, stepping behind (Y/n) again.

"Okay, have it your way," Ward replies, stepping away from the glass door.

"Wait, what're you doing?" (Y/n) asks as Ward steps towards a control panel. Ward pulls a lever and the box begins to slide back with a hiss of air.

As the box drops, (Y/n) wraps her arm around the two young agents. Her back hits the ground first, and before she blacks out, she hopes that the two scientists would be okay.

. . .

"You looked very peaceful sleeping," Fitz murmurs once Simmons wakes up. "Didn't want to wake you, but I'm glad that you're up."

"What's happening?" Simmons asks, sitting up slowly.

"I've spent the last hour trying to figure out why we sank," Fitz replies. "We're at the bottom of the ocean, in case you missed that bit. These pods are meant to be compatible with all SHIELD aircraft, submarines, spacecraft. On impact, the atmospheric adaptation must have tried to compensate. We slowly sank as it increased the density of the outer walls. I measured the rate the water rose on the glass. Did the math - we're at least ninety feet down. You can't see the surface."

"How did we survive the fall?" Simmons asks and Fitz nods to where (Y/n) is lying, her eyes glazed over, both legs bent at horrifyingly uncomfortable angles. (Y/n) was trying to control her breathing, but she knew she wasn't going to make it out of here. 

. . .

"Are you scared?" Simmons asks the other two.

"Yeah," Fitz admits. "And I'm hungry too."

(Y/n) remains silent with thought, her head resting against one of the walls of the pod.

"What do you think it's like?" Simmons asks.

"Death?" (Y/n) replies, her hand resting gently on her broken leg, trying to make herself more comfortable."I suppose it depends on the method. Drowning's supposed to be quite pleasant in the end, apparently."

"The end," Simmons supplies.

"Ah, yeah," Fitz shrugs. "Well, my mum always said that you shouldn't be afraid because it's just like the way life was before you were born . . . which wasn't that bad, was it?"

"That's sweet," Simmons replies with a slight smile. "Though, apparently, I was miserable before I was born - upside down, umbilical cord wrapped all around my head."

"Yeah, well, she meant pre-conception, of cours -"

"I know. I'm joking," Simmons replies.

"Yeah, I knew that," Fitz says quickly.

. . .

The water rushes in as (Y/n) forces the air tank into Simmons's hands. 

"I'm sorry," (Y/n) murmurs, pushing Fitz and Simmons up and out the shattered window. 

. . . 

Simmons reaches the surface, hauling Fitz up by the collar. 

A sob wracks through Simmons. What would she tell Skye. Or Coulson. Or May. Or Natasha Romanoff - (Y/n)'s big sister.

Because (Y/n) Melinda May was dead. Dead at the bottom of the ocean. 

. . . 

Melinda May's eyes are full of pain as she stares at the empty coffin. Coulson's hand rests on her knee, his eyes full of pain as well. 

Skye blinks her tears away, wrapping (Y/n)'s oversized hoodie around herself. 

A little cat perches on top of the coffin, seemingly noticing why she was there. The little cat meows, before resting her head on the coffin, falling silent. 

Natasha Romanoff - already having one sister ripped away from her - feels numb. Because her little sister was gone. 

Word Count: 948 words

So yeah, this is it. 

Don't riot against me . . . 

[the-doomed-witch]

hey boo, can u make 1800's reader and married nat having secret affair but reader convinces nat to run away with her somewhere else where they can live and love peacefully, inspired by ivy and the lakes

MAGNIFICENTLY CURSED

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You question your need for running away with the woman you love passionately, but her dreamy desires do it for you anyway. // based on ivy by Taylor Swift; the lakes by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS+MEN DNI. set in the 1800s, infidelity, homophobia + closeting, allusions to smut not really described, nat is like a whole ass poet bro i will cry 😭

SEND ME REQUESTS BASED ON TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS

Author’s Note: hi anon, i hope this justifies your request <3 obviously this is emisue-dead poets society-anne with an e-elizabeth bennet coded bc i’m a raging lesbian with an obsession with the 1800s for no reason at all🤭

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Stealing glances with Natasha was the glory of her. She was a distinguished woman, known to be married to one of the most revered men in town. The ladies at the lunch discussed stories of her well established marriage, but no one knew the truth except you, and Natasha.

Sometimes you would go to meet her, with the excuse of needing to talk with her clinquishly. Her husband was a fine fellow, a gentleman who’d welcome you to their warm domicile, and let you take your time alone with his wife.

On the days when your blood boiled with envy of his nauseating smile, you’d meet her in forbidden places, near rivers of estrangement, and away from the common folk.

She held no love for him, you weren’t oblivious like the neighbourhood women. What made you bitter was the way he was associated with her throughout the town. He was the one credited with your efforts of making her the happiest woman around.

Oh how you longed for Natasha to be known as your lady.

But it’s worth struggling for, when she touches your lips, when she kisses them, and when her hands entangle with yours. “My most beloved,” she addresses you every time before she dares to break the space between the two of you. You respond, “Yes, my lady.” before leaning in.

It’s been years of meeting Natasha in darkness and in delight, touching her as if speaking of poetry. Your hands find their place in the heat beneath her gown, leaving her to the euphoria of gushing. She does the same for you in return, sometimes sitting on her knees to have a peek of what her fingers feel.

You have a rendezvous in the privacy of her own house, while he’s patiently sitting on the porch, doing something like pretending to read a newspaper. She sighs loudly against your kiss, it’s almost romantical.

He knocks on the shut door, asking if everything was alright. You break your contact with her abruptly, and answer him with a loud, stern voice, “Yes, Natasha is trying a new corset I brought along with me. Nothing to worry about.” He walks away with not a single penny of care, unbeknownst to everything you could do only if his wife had her corset taken off.

“I sense something bizarre about you today, my love.” she remarks, pushing your back against the stone cold wall, opposite to which is sat the notorious husband. To think the two of you could be vulnerable within inches was a terrifying thought. “I don’t think standing here is a good idea..”

“What would he even do if he finds us out? He can burn this house all he wants, at least my death greets me with you in my arms.”

“Natasha…”

“Tell me what is troubling you, my Y/N. What is so tragical that I can’t take it away from you?”

Her poetic mouth never failed to leave you enraptured. “W- well, all I've thought of since the past nights is running away. I mean to take you along, but I’m troubled by all the presumed consequences.”

“You meaning to take me along is singularly the greatest thing I’ve heard. To be with my muse, in a place where all the poets went to die, is a privilege I'm blessed to have.”

“I don’t belong, and Natasha, neither do you, you understand it, and I know it. But going out into the wild, with no shelter to take? I’m worried to death.”

“Again, my beloved, at least death greets us with you in my arms. I don’t fear it.”

You entwine your finger in her fierce red hair, and pull her face close to yours till you can hear her breathe and feel her heart pound against your chest and tell her, “Your musings, God, they make me want to be with you all the time, alone. Your poetry is the sole reason I live, dearest.”

“You’re the sole reason my poetry lives. You’re my muse, Y/N.”

You push her against her vanity, with an attempt to taste her delicacy, this time not confining her sounds to your secrecy. You lift up your leg, to give Natasha a place for grinding slowly. The skirt of her apron is lifted, along with her pale yellow dress.

The door smashes open, with her husband walking in, “You’ve been alone for far too- What is going on here?!”

Natasha speaks in a fake pleading voice, “Sir, let me explain to you.” before she gives you a long kiss, and grabs your hand. She squeezes your palm, hinting you to follow her along.

His chin falls agape, the green nerves of around his wrist pop out, irefully.

“What monstrosity is this, Natasha? I thought you were a pristine lady, but evidently you’re a disgustful woman! You should be- Get away from her Y/N!” He comes forward to push you away, but she doesn’t let him finish, and runs out of the house with you.

You hold up your dress to make yourself a room to run with her through the fields. After fleeing for a while, you notice he has missed the trail. So she tugs your arm again, making you run till you reach the illustrious lake, till you’re out of breath.

She laughs as you hold her in an embrace, and screams towards the deserted forests and mountains on the other side of the lake, “I can feel the freedom in me. I can feel it in my blood!” Her voice echoes back at you.

You join her laughter, eyes filled with tears, and cry out, “I am in love with Natasha! I am a woman, and I wholeheartedly love another.” She pecks your lips repeatedly, till you can’t stop laughing and hold her blushing red cheeks away from yours, “We’ll find ourselves a home, we’ll find us a way to live. I promise you.”

You lace her gentle hands with yours. They’re cold with the breeze and the disquietude. You grasp her untamed heart, and she cleaves on to your pain.

[imnotasuperhero]

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing

Sounds like a nice prompt for an angsty fic. Doesn't it?

[kieranwritess]

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[wlw-with-reader]

New Fic (As of January 31, 2021) - Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader x Natasha Romanoff (current) and Skye/Daisy x Fem!Reader (past)

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[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

Bombshell [B. Barnes] - 1

Pairing: British S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: swearing probably, (legal) consumption of alcohol, I think that’s it for this chapter? 

Word Count: 6.3K

a/n: SO stands for Supervising Officer, not Significant Other. See end of chapter for more notes. 

Masterlist  Prologue Next Part

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It had been months since you had followed Coulson's team onto their giant plane and flew to Nick Fury's secret base. You had parted with the team when Hill arrived at the base and offered you immunity as well as an opportunity to continue working with herself and Natasha which you gladly took, but not before making it clear to Coulson that you would always be loyal to SHIELD and that he should contact you if he needed anything.

It hadn't taken long for him to take you up on that offer.

You had been walking out of the Avengers Tower about a month later, having finished work for the day, when you got the call from a private number. Calls from private numbers were common in your line of work so you hadn't thought anything of it when you picked up.

"Agent Y/L/N?"

"Coulson?" you were shocked to hear his voice. You knew you had said to call if SHEILD needed anything but in truth you had assumed the organization would die out once Coulson and his team had settled their score with Grant Ward and John Garrett.

"Remember when you said to call if I needed anything?"

"Distinctly, sir."

"Again with the 'sir,'" Coulson chuckled, reminding you of his request back at the Hub. "There's a car waiting for you out front if you're interested in hearing me out."

You sighed as you stepped out onto the crowded Manhattan pavement. "Coulson, surely you understand why I wouldn't get into a vehicle with someone I didn't know."

"I do understand," Coulson responded just as you looked up, locking eyes with the man. "That's why I'm driving."

Phil Coulson was parked in front of Avengers Tower in a 1962 red Chevy Corvette.

"You're letting me ride in Lola?"  You gasped excitedly, knowing how much Phil Coulson prized his antique car. "You must really want my help."

"Well, don't get too comfortable," He said as you buckled your seatbelt, "I'm going to have to blindfold you."

"Coulson where exactly are we going?"

"SHIELD's new secret headquarters."

"You resurrected SHIELD?" You couldn't keep the excitement from your voice. Being a SHIELD agent was all you had ever known and the month in which you had presumed it dead was devastating, but hearing that the organization was still operating, albeit in secret, provided you with a sense of relief you couldn't quite explain.

"With Fury's blessing," Coulson responded with a grin before faltering. "I assume you know Fury's alive?"

"It seems I can't stop working with men who are supposed to be dead but aren't." She quipped.

"I suppose you're right." Coulson conceded lightly before returning to business. "I'd like to take you to see the new HQ and meet the team but until you agree to sign on, I'm afraid its location will have to remain a secret."

He held out a blindfold and you sighed reluctantly but took it nonetheless.

"Won't it look a little suspicious, me sitting clearly blindfolded in your convertible?" You questioned, unintentionally stalling putting on the blindfold. "You didn't have any other vehicles available with a bit more discretion?"

"Oh, I could've taken one of the SUVs, but it's like you said: I really want your help."

___

The base was amazing. Originally Peggy Carter's S.S.R. facility, the Playground had been renovated to provide any and everything the underground organization could need. Upon their arrival, Coulson had given you a full tour of the facility, starting with the massive hanger, then the labs, gym, living quarters, and holding cells. The Playground felt homier than the Hub, with its brick walls and warm tones, but it certainly wasn't any less technologically advanced.  

"So, director, where do I sign on?" You asked as you sat across from Coulson in his office.

"Nowhere, yet," Coulson answered, leaning back in his desk chair. "I'd like you to meet the team first."

"Coulson, I already love your team. It would be an honor to work with them again."

"Yes, well, the team looks a little different these days."  Coulson checked his watch. "They should be ready for you now."

You followed the director out of his office and back to the communal kitchen and living room where Coulson seemed to have gathered all his agents.

"We have a few agents out on assignment, but for the most part this is SHIELD" He explained as they stood in the entranceway.

You were a bit underwhelmed by the turnout; only about a dozen agents filled the room, nothing compared to the organization's previous size.

"I know it's not much," Coulson continued, noticing the look of dismay on your face, "We're doing our best to rebuild, trying to recruit as many agents as we can. That's where you come in."

You were broken-hearted to see your beloved organization reduced to a handful of agents but it had only been a month you rationalized, and not many people were likely willing to work for what the United States government had deemed a terrorist organization.

"I already told you I was ready to sign on, Coulson. You're the one who's postponing that."

"You're right." Coulson smiled guiltily, turning to get the attention of his agents. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet our newest addition, Agent Y/N Y/L/N. She hasn't officially signed on yet so be nice to her until she does."

You laughed at that before Coulson gestured for you to go mingle. You immediately beelined for the first familiar face you saw.

"Trip!" You greeted the man excitedly, thrilled, though not surprised, to see that he was still apart of the organization.

"Agent Y/L/N!" He turned to greet you in return. "I hope you're not going to pull a gun on me this time." He teased, referring back to when you had last met at the Hub.

"As long as I have no reason to suspect you're Hydra then you ought to be safe." You quipped back, slightly shocked that you were able to joke about such a traumatic day. "And please, for the love of Christ, call me Y/N."

"Sorry, old habits die hard I guess." Trip apologized sincerely before going right back to their teasing banter. "Now, it's been good to see you, but I'm pretty sure the point of us all being here was for you to get to know the agents you haven't already threatened."

You rolled your eyes in exasperation, though the smile on your face gave away the insincerity of the action. You had only had a few days on the Bus and at the Providence base to truly get to know each other but you knew Trip was a good man and you enjoyed his presence.

"At least go get a beer," Trip said, nodding towards the fridge.

You nodded, agreeing to his idea and insisting you catch up later before heading across the room, though you didn't even make it to the fridge before you was stopped by another agent, this one unfamiliar.

"So, Coulson's got the British Bombshell working for SHIELD again." The deep voice rumbled from behind you and you turned to face the large black man.

"I see my reputation precedes me," You said with a small chuckle, always surprised when people knew who you were, "though I prefer to go by Y/N." You stuck your hand out for the man to shake.

"Mack," the man shared, grasping your hand in a firm shake.

"Well, Mack, I was just going to grab a beer. Would you like one?" You offered, leading the way to the fridge as you chatted. As it turned out Mack was the new head of mechanics, though he wasn't new to SHEILD.

"Going straight for a beer? A woman after my own heart." A British voice spoke out as you turned from the fridge with two beers in hand.

The man nimbly snatched one of the bottles from your hand and Mack rolled his eyes, indicating that this happened often, you handed him the remaining beer before turning back to grab one for yourself. You took a moment to examine the man as you uncapped the bottle. He contrasted with Mack, the white man dwarfed by the other agent's height and built frame. He didn't look like a typical SHIELD agent with his scruffy beard and unrefined physique and you wondered if he was a completely new hire.

"I didn't know Coulson hired another Brit before he even tried to recruit me." You needled as you sipped your beer.

"Ah, finally a familiar accent!" The man exclaimed, "It was starting to feel a little lonely around here. I'm Hunter."

"Y/N." You introduced, shaking hands with the scruffy-faced man. "It can't be too lonely, though, what about FitzSimmons?"

"Isn't much talking from them around here anymore, is there?" Hunter said brashly, assuming that you were already aware of what had happened.

Mack, however, had gone silent, a somber expression on his face.

"There was... an accident." Mack finally spoke. "They both made it out but Fitz has some brain damage and Simmons left."

"Brain damage? But Fitz is still here?" You asked, deciding you would ask Coulson for the details later.

The men nodded, Hunter jerking his head towards the lab across the hall.

"He has issues speaking and using his hands," Mack explained when he saw the pained look on your face as you watched the man wander around, looking lost in his own lab. "He's been isolating himself."

You nodded, setting your half-finished beer on the countertop and excusing yourself, making your way across the hall.

Like with Trip, you had only had a few days with Leo Fitz but he and Simmons had been so warm and friendly towards you, thrilled to have another Brit traveling with them. The three of them had clicked together immediately and it pained you to see that all torn apart.

"Hey, Fitz." You said cautiously as you entered the lab and the man in question spun around.

"Agent... uh... agent-" He stammered, shaking his hand anxiously as he tried to come up with her last name but failed.

"Y/N." You corrected softly, smiling at your friend.

"No, that's not..." He protested, reaching his hands up to grasp his head in frustration.

"Fitz, it's okay." You placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I don't want you to call me Agent Y/L/N. We're not colleagues passing in the field, you know me. It's Y/N."

"Y/N." Fitz nodded, relaxing his posture, his hands hanging limply at his sides.

You quickly fell into silence after that, Fitz struggling with words and you unsure of how to navigate the issue. You ended up standing side by side watching as the other agents milled around across the hall. The silence had become comfortable as you stood together, merely observing.

"I'm so glad to be back." You sighed happily, resting your head on Fitz's shoulder.

"But it's, uh, it's different now." Fitz stuttered out harshly, straightening up and causing your head to fall from his shoulder.

You reached out a hand comfortingly, placing it on his shoulder.

"Different doesn't have to be a bad thing."

"I have... I have to." He turned his back to her as he gestured frustratedly towards the lab, unable to come up with the right words.

"Of course, you have work to do." You tried not to be upset by the sudden harshness, you knew he was struggling to adjust. "I'll leave you to it."

You made your way back across the hall, hoping to find Coulson and ask what had happened to SHIELD's most famous scientist duo. However, when you found the director, he was accompanied by an older and shorter man who you recognized immediately.

"Agent Koenig... you're alive?" You managed to get out through your shock. You had seen Agent Koenig's dead body for yourself at Providence. "I thought Ward had killed you at Providence!"

"That was my brother, Eric, actually." The Agent said somberly, though he switched back to chipper in an instant. "I'm Billy Koenig."

"I'm so sorry for your loss Agent Koenig," You spoke sincerely, a frown on your face as you introduced yourself. "I'm-"

"The British Bombshell," Billy gushed, shaking your hand excitedly. "Agent Y/N Y/L/N. Can I get a picture?"

"I beg your pardon?" You gasped, slightly affronted. It was one thing to know your name and your accomplishments but you felt strongly that your line of work shouldn't inspire fandom.

"We'll need a picture of you for your lanyard," Billy explained and you nodded sheepishly.

The picture only took a matter of seconds and you were glad you had been coming off a day at work and not your day off. This way you at least looked presentable.

"Sir- Coulson," you corrected, hoping to get away from Billy, something about the Koenigs unnerved you. "It's been lovely seeing the facilities and meeting the team but I have a job to go to in the morning and we still have a contract to discuss."

They returned to the director's office, passing Mack and Hunter who were now thoroughly engaged in a video game as some of the other agents crowded around to watch. You stopped to hug Skye on your way out of the room, promising the girl that you'd make time to catch up next time you were on base.

"Sir, what happened to Fitz?" You blurted out once they were in the hallway, unable to contain the question that had been nagging you.

"Ward dropped him and Simmons into the ocean in a storage container." You gasped. "They managed to escape but Fitz went nine minutes without oxygen. He's got brain damage, but he's been making very slow improvements. A month ago he couldn't even speak."

"With all due respect, sir, why isn't Ward dead yet?" You asked, your own blood boiling from learning what the traitorous bastard had done, you couldn't even imagine how Coulson's team had to be feeling.

"Because I'd rather watch him suffer in a cell," Coulson answered curtly, taking a seat at his desk. "Now, about that contract."

As it turned out, Coulson had already been in contact with Hill and Fury to work out a system so that you could continue to work for both organizations. You were relieved by this, as it meant you wouldn't have to go through the hassle of making all the arrangements, however, with all of your employers aware of your position, you knew you'd be asked to share classified information as there was no way the Avengers and SHIELD weren't withholding any information from each other.

Coulson explained that you would go back and forth as needed and that SHIELD would provide transportation whenever necessary. Additionally, you would have a room at the base to stay in when you worked with SHIELD as Coulson wanted to limit the frequency of people entering and exiting the base as much as possible to protect its location. You signed immediately.

"I don't suppose that offer of transportation starts now?"

Coulson held up Lola's keys. "I'll drive you home."

___

Though you wouldn't have it any other way, it was certainly difficult working for both organizations. Only Fury and Maria knew of your employment at SHIELD, the organization-- and Coulson's life-- needing to remain a secret from the Avengers. Life was a little easier at the Playground as you were able to tell your colleagues that you worked with the Avengers, however, your work there was highly classified. Not to mention most of the agents weren't aware that Fury was alive and well; another dead man's secret for you to keep.

Secret-keeping aside, working with the Avengers was a bit of a dream itself. There was less fieldwork for you there, the team of well-trained superheroes typically took care of that, but there was still the joy of tracking and taking down Hydra which had become a bit of a passion project for you as of late. Plus, Avengers Tower was fully equipped with a state-of-the-art training facility and plenty of competent sparring partners for when you got too restless at your desk. And really, who wouldn't be thrilled to be working alongside The Avengers? Literal superheroes. It had taken all of your Academy training to maintain your composure when you had first met them.

You had been working at the tower for about a week when Nat had approached you. The Black Widow had been the only Avenger you had seen in that first week, which surprised you as you thought you'd at least meet Tony Stark since you technically worked for him and he owned the building but your paths never crossed. But apparently, on Friday nights the team got together for drinks on the Avengers' floor and it seemed "the team" also included you. You had half-expected to be the only outsider when you stepped off the elevator with Nat that evening but you were relieved to be wrong. The floor's common area was filled with a mixture of heroes and agents, you recognized Sharon Carter at the bar and Callie Hannigan chatting with a few younger agents in one corner. You were relieved to see Callie here, the young scientist was brilliant and there was no question in your mind that Hydra had attempted to recruit her.

Maria had been waiting for the pair by the door, her hair down for once and her usual serious expression relaxed.

"Feels a bit like we're back at the Academy, the three of us at a party together," you remarked nostalgically as you made your way to the bar.

"It's better than the academy," Maria quipped. "This time I won't have to take care of you both when you're hungover tomorrow."

"I don't think I've had a hangover since Nat left the Academy." you teased and Maria laughed knowingly.

"I didn't realize you stopped having fun when I left." The redhead teased back, pouting in faux sympathy.

"Oh, I still had plenty of fun, I just didn't have anyone forcing me to drink vodka all night!"

"Well good thing I'm here, then," Nat said, turning to the bartender to order, "Two vodka sodas please."

"Oh absolutely not!" You protested with a laugh, addressing the bartender yourself. "I'll have a beer please."

"You're no fun."

You and Maria laughed at the sincere pout on the woman's face.

"Sorry Nat, I'm a big girl now," you shrugged with a grin, taking a sip of your beer, "I don't let the girl from across the hall bully me into doing shots with her in the boiler room."

You could tell Natasha was ready with another clever quip to throw back at you but you were fortunately saved from hearing it.

"Romanoff, aren't you going to introduce us to your beautiful friend?" The three of you turned your heads at the comment and you were unsurprised to see that Tony Stark was behind it.

He was standing closer to the middle of the room with the rest of the Avengers, all of whom were now staring at the three of you.

"Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any for you to meet the team." Maria shrugged, and Nat led the way over to the group of men.

"Tony Stark," The man introduced, suavely kissing the back of your hand with a wink. "Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist."

"Extra emphasis on the 'playboy' part I suppose," You smirked, not swooning in the way that you assumed many other women did when met with that greeting.

Tony's ears seemed to perk up at the sound of your accent. "Cap, she's just your type!"

Steve Rogers, who was engaged in a conversation with a man you assumed to be Sam Wilson, turned at the comment but only to roll his eyes at the man.

"Oh come on!" Tony whined, throwing his arms up at his team. "Romanoff and Hill bring a gorgeous British woman to the party and none of you are even paying attention!"

"For the record, Nat and Maria didn't bring me. I was invited as a member of your organization." You said pointedly, growing tired of being underestimated and dismissed as just a pretty face.

"You work here?" Tony balked slightly and you nodded, doing your best not to stare at the man like he was a lunatic. "Shit, I am so sorry. Jesus this is an HR nightmare."

"You can relax Mr. Stark, I have no intention of reporting you to HR." you laughed lightly, hoping to diffuse the tension. "Though I really would suggest you avoid underestimating every beautiful woman who walks through your door, some of us could kill you without breaking a nail."

"I suppose you hired her?" Tony asked Maria, giving the woman a pointed look.

"Trained her myself back in the day," Maria smirked proudly.

"Hey! I helped!" Nat pouted.

"Yeah, helped her get into trouble." Maria shot back with a cheeky grin and Natasha gasped, mouth dropping open.

"Come on, Chris," she said, grabbing your wrist to pull you away from Maria and Tony. "I have cooler people to introduce you to."

You laughed as you followed your friend away from Maria and Tony. The redhead practically dragged you over to the two superheroes having a conversation a few feet away. You stood idly by as Nat greeted the pair before your friend finally brought the attention to you.

"Captain America, Falcon, meet the British Bombshell." Nat introduced you, and if you hadn't been so starstruck you might've rolled your eyes at the nickname. "Y/N Y/L/N, meet Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson."

"Captain Rogers, glad you're not still missing in the Potomac." You smiled in a way that you hoped was confident as you shook the super soldier's hand. Your hand shook slightly in his and you knew it caused your usually firm handshake to weaken.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized you should've also greeted his companion but the Captain America was standing in front of you and you suddenly had tunnel vision.

"I thought that was highly classified SHIELD information?"

"Uh, well, I was a high-ranking SHIELD agent before you took it down, sir." You began talking with your hands, something you only did when you were nervous or anxious. "Nat also brought me in for, uh, information on the w-Winter Soldier."

"That was you?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"The 'sir' really isn't necessary." Steve smiled, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck. "I'm just Steve Rogers."

"Right, of course. Sorry." You rushed out an apology, cheeks flushing.

As your conversation fell into silence your brain finally caught up with you and you jumped slightly as you realized how rude you had been.

"I'm so sorry, Sam!" You exclaimed, turning towards the other man. "It's great to meet you."

Throughout your interaction, Natasha had stood to the side, watching with a smirk as her friend stumbled through her words. Nat wasn't sure she had ever seen you this flustered, you were usually very composed and confident.

"Are you okay Agent Y/L/N?" Sam asked softly, clearly noticing your odd behavior despite never having met you before. The part of your brain that was currently failing to inform the rest supposed it was due to his background helping veterans. "Your face is very red and you're shaking."

You quickly placed your hands on your cheeks, immediately feeling the heat coming from them and you blushed even more, embarrassed by how embarrassed you were.

"Oh, Christ," you muttered softly, taking a moment to compose yourself. "I'm alright, thank you for asking, I guess I'm just a little starstruck." You acknowledged honestly, and Steve chuckled lightly while Natasha huffed indignantly.

"That's no fair," Nat whined. "You never act like that when you see me! I'm an Avenger too, y'know!"

Your confidence seemed to be restored slightly by Natasha's entrance into the conversation.

"You've got to be kidding me!" You exclaimed, your turn to be indignant. "I've known you since before you were an Avenger! And I've been learning about Captain America since I was a child!"

"They taught you about World War Two when you were a kid?" Sam interrupted, eyes wide in disbelief.

"No! No, my mom was a history professor." You explained, a mixture of joy and grief in your eyes as you spoke about your mother. "She used to weave history into our bedtime stories, real-life superheroes were kind of an obvious choice for that. I was actually a history major before SHIELD recruited me."

"So I was a bedtime story?" Steve asked curiously, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"A historically accurate bedtime story." You corrected with a smile, your heart still racing but you were finally able to find some composure.

"Agent Y/L/N?" A familiar voice spoke from behind you.

"Agent Barton!" You greeted cheerfully, turning around to greet the man. "How've you been? How are Laura and the kids?"

"You know each other?" Steve questioned, brows furrowed in confusion.

"We worked a few ops together back in the day," Clint explained and you laughed, the missions you shared after your graduated were only the tip of the iceberg.

"I hope you didn't forget all that time at the academy," You smirked.

"Believe me I've tried," Clint groaned. "You guys were my worst nightmare at the academy."

"Wait, I'm sorry, you all went to school together?" Steve asked, seemingly only becoming more confused as the conversation continued. "No offense Clint but aren't you a little too old for that to have happened?"

"Agent Barton used to be an instructor at the Academy," You explained while Clint tried to get over the age comment.

"These two were always doing something stupid or dangerous and Maria was usually a few steps behind trying to stop them," Clint continued, pointing an accusatory finger at you and Natasha.

As the evening progressed you got to know more of the famous Avengers. Unfortunately, you were informed that Thor was off-world at the moment, a fact that bummed you slightly. Though you knew from her time with SHIELD that Thor was merely another alien, you still desperately wanted to meet one of the aliens that inspired Norse mythology. Dr. Banner was much more mellow than you had expected given his big green counterpart, and while he was a pleasant conversationalist, the man was very work-oriented and you noticed he tended to bring up whatever projects he was working on as much as possible.

___

Since meeting the Avengers that day you had grown close with many of them, though you suspected your inclusion in the group was mostly Natasha's doing. Steve, Sam, and Nat began regularly joining you for lunch, something you were honored to be apart of as you could tell the three were quite close. Their close-knit team seemed to have adopted you almost immediately after finding out you had helped with their Winter Soldier hunt. It was nice having that sense of family again, and you continued to treasure it even after rejoining your SHIELD family.

You grew particularly close to Steve, the blond super soldier always willing to indulge your curiosities of the past; very few people asked about what life was like back then, always more interested in the serum and what it was like to be a superhero. You were always taught not to believe everything in your history textbooks, "History is written by the victors," your mom would say, reminding you of how biased the textbooks could be, so you sought out first-hand accounts whenever you could, and Steve Rogers held a wealth of information in his young mind and eidetic memory. Steve found your treatment of him refreshing and eagerly entertained your interests and requests, even offering to take you with him on a trip to D.C. to visit Peggy Carter.

The British agent was one of your favorite topics to ask Steve about. You had grown up idolizing Peggy Carter, learning about everything she did to aid the war effort and further women's' rights in your history classes. Your adoration of the woman only grew when you joined SHIELD and learned everything Carter had done in both the S.S.R. and SHIELD, and now you were even working part-time in the woman's old base.  After a few months of retelling story after story about Peggy, Steve came up with the idea to bring you with him to meet her, an offer you readily accepted.

"I cannot believe I'm going to meet Peggy Carter," You said breathlessly, your leg shaking anxiously as you sat across from Steve on one of Stark's private jets. "She is my-"

"Idol," Steve finished for you with a smirk, "That's the third time you've said that today and probably the millionth since I offered to let you come with."

You blushed guiltily, hoping you weren’t annoying the man.

"I really can't thank you enough for bringing me along," you said earnestly, "You have no idea how much this means to me."

Your anxious behaviors persisted through the rest of the hour and fifteen-minute flight; it was short compared to the majority of flights you had been on in your life but it felt like an eternity.

A car was waiting for you when the plane touched down which brought you to the hotel you would be staying at overnight. Steve wasn't a huge fan of airplanes and preferred to limit how much time he spent on them each day so even though this was a brief trip that wouldn't take all day, you’d be flying back to New York tomorrow. Once you had dropped your belongings off in your respective hotel rooms you began the journey to Peggy's retirement home.

Steve had insisted you walk as the hotel was only a few blocks away from the retirement home and you were grateful for the decision. The fresh air and constant movement managed to momentarily quell your anxious energy and the crowded DC streets gave you something else to focus on. Each new person you passed was another threat to asses and while you would usually dismiss this overly paranoid behavior, you excused it today. You was with Captain America after all and Hydra wasn't even close to being destroyed. You both likely had targets on your backs, you rationalized, and so you remained vigilant. If Steve noticed, he didn't say anything, something you were thankful for.

"Hey, Peg, how's my best girl?" Steve asked softly as he walked into the with a clear sense of familiarity before turning back to you, standing awkwardly in the doorway, not wanting to intrude, but Steve beckoned you into the room. "I've got someone I want you to meet."

"Steve!" Peggy gasped excitedly when you moved closer. "Did you finally bring your girlfriend?"

Your anxious energy seemed to vanish once you had stepped into the room. It was strange, meeting Peggy wasn't nearly as bad as meeting Steve had been despite Peggy having become something of a role model for you since joining SHIELD. Yet as you observed the grey-haired woman laying in the bed, just having mistaken you for Steve Rogers' girlfriend, you felt oddly at ease.

You couldn't help but giggle at the look of abject horror on Steve's face at the assumption and though Peggy Carter was well into her nineties and Steve had warned you of the woman's Alzheimer's, the former agent seemed to be just as sharp as ever that day as she scrutinized your body language.

"He's been telling me about this woman he likes for months now, but he wouldn't tell me anything about her other than that she's tenacious and they work together." Peggy frowned at Steve with mock irritability.

"Oh, really?" You smiled gleefully at this new information and Steve groaned. "We will definitely be discussing this later, Rogers."

Peggy's ears perked up at your voice and a devilish grin to match yours grew on her face.

"Steven Grant Rogers, you have a type!" She gasped excitedly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"P-pardon me?" Steve stuttered out, clearly uncomfortable with the way this conversation was proceeding between the love of his life and one of his closest friends.

"Tenacious and British," Peggy supplied, grinning at her, incorrect, revelation, and you couldn't help but fan the flames.

"I'm a SHIELD agent too, ma'am." You grinned at Steve's death glare, the supersoldier knowing exactly what you were doing. "Or, well, I was before..." you trailed off mournfully, gesturing off at the distance to convey the disaster that came out of Project Insight, needing to uphold your cover.

Peggy gasped excitedly, grinning at Steve who just groaned again.

"I hate to burst your bubble, Peg," He sighed, glaring at you, "But this ain't my girlfriend. Agent Y/N Y/L/N is a very dear friend of mine and she's been asking me question after question about you for months so I figured it might be nice for the two of you to meet."

"Well, any friend of Steve's is a friend of mine," Peggy smiled, despite her girlfriend theory having been proven wrong. "It's nice to meet you, Agent Y/L/N."

Your heart pounded proudly at that statement. Peggy Carter was glad to meet you and had even insinuated friendship.

"Y/N is fine, ma'am." You said bashfully, your awkwardness apparently choosing now to kick in. "And the pleasure is all mine."

"Peggy is fine, Y/N." The former agent mimicked your correction and you grinned happily.

The three of you chatted amicably for a few hours. Steve and Peggy happily sharing stories about the "good old days," you and Peggy venting about the treatment of women in the workplace, especially within intelligence communities, and discussing more lighthearted topics like the similarities between Tony and Howard Stark. You desperately wanted to talk to Peggy about the new SHIELD, how the organization she founded was still operating in its intended role, how they had renovated her old base, but SHIELD's existence was classified now, especially to Steve Rogers. However, you did manage to slip in an innocuous compliment or two about the old SSR base.

After a while, you excused herself from the room. You knew Steve's time with Peggy was sacred and while you were eternally grateful for the opportunity to be apart of it, you didn't want to monopolize all their time. Instead, you opted to wait outside the building. You had noticed a small park nearby when you and Steve had been walking over and thought it would be a peaceful place to wait. Certainly better than the waiting room of a retirement home.

It was sitting on that park bench that you noticed him. Or rather, that you noticed him again. You knew you had seen the man standing across the street from the retirement home before but you couldn't quite place him. It wasn't until he lifted a gloved hand to tuck a strand of dark hair behind his ear that you realized you had seen him when you and Steve had entered the building hours earlier. At the time you had found the man's use of gloves in such beautiful weather odd, but ultimately dismissed him as innocent enough. Now, however, you weren’t so sure.

What were the odds that the same man would be standing across the street from that very building hours apart?

You knew you were likely being paranoid again, but in your line of work paranoia was called vigilance and so you continued to observe the man. In addition to gloves, the man was wearing a red henley and jeans, an innocent enough choice if it wasn't about seventy-five degrees out. Plus his dark shoulder-length hair was kept down, rather than pulled up into the man-bun style that wasn't uncommon these days. Christ, the man had to be sweating!

You had spent four years at the Academy mastering the art of surveillance, honing your ability to observe without being observed. You were good at it, your instructors had called you natural, but that didn't seem to stop you from being caught that day. It was like the man could sense your gaze, you had only been observing him for a moment when he turned to stare straight at you. You could've sworn your heart stopped when you saw his face.

Even with the baseball cap attempting to obscure it, there was no question in your mind: the Winter Soldier couldn't have been more than fifty feet away from you.

No, you thought, remembering what Steve had said about his final battle with the man, it was Sargent James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th who was staring at you.

You weren’t sure exactly what to do but you felt certain that you needed to make contact. The man had been brainwashed by Hydra for decades and was credited with at least two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years. If there was still any part of Hydra left in his mind he was a potential threat to civilians. You couldn't let him walk away, but if it really was Sargent Barnes in there then you couldn't arrest him either. If Steve was right, then James Barnes hadn't committed any of those crimes and was instead a man lost in time, likely with the weight of the guilt of those crimes. No, you’d have to take matters into your own hands.

You stood slowly, hoping to be able to have a verbal conversation with the man but even from the distance you could see the way he tensed at your action. Instead, you reached into your purse, ignoring the way the man flinched, likely assuming you were reaching for a weapon, and pulled out a pen and an old business card you found shoved in there. You jotted down a small message on the back along with the number of one of your many burner phones before walking back towards the retirement home and pretending to accidentally drop the paper as you went.

You hoped the man got her message, but if not, well, burner phones were meant to be thrown away.

___

a/n: I almost bumped Bucky’s first appearance to the next chapter but figured how to make it fit here. I hope I did Peggy Carter justice. I know realistically that at 95 years old she would probably be a lot different from the way I wrote her but I like the idea that she would be just as sharp and youthful as ever on her good days and even though she likely still feels the same heartbreak as Steve that their chance at happiness together was ripped away, she got a chance to move on and be happy and wants the same for him, hence the girlfriend conversation. Speaking of, any guesses on who Steve’s coworker crush is? 

Also, I know that canonically Nat and a lot of other agents didn’t go to the Academy but for all intents and purposes of this fic every potential SHIELD agent has to go to the Academy before entering the field. 

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warnings: lots of angst, some fluff (if you squint), will make you cry, maybe some bad writing (?), endgame spoilers, mentions of death and actual death

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‘Five years ago, we lost. All of us. We lost friends, we lost family, we lost a part of ourselves. Today, we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams. You know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know. That doesn’t mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives. And we’re gonna win. Whatever it takes. Good luck.’

They were back, her eyes searching theirs as she held the time stone in her hand, smiling at the team, as Clint dropped to his knees, anguish distinguishable on her features.

“Clint, where’s Nat?” Bruce asked as everyone watched him, her eyes deciphering his body language and noticing a missing presence beside him.

Putting the pieces together, tears pricked at her eyes, a sob falling from her lips. Everyone slowly put it together, Natasha was gone. Clint explained how the retrieval of the soul stone worked, as they all stepped outside, mourning the loss of a fallen friend. That’s when everyone decided that Natasha would want them to keep going, to bring everyone back and change their destiny. To rewrite everything Thanos had wiped.

Bruce took the plunge, grabbing the new Infinity Gauntlet made from Tony’s tech and snapping his fingers, bringing everyone back. That’s where everything went wrong. Thanos from the past had made his way to the future, destroying the compound.

She had been crushed by debris from the impact, being liberated by Thor, as she stood alongside Tony, Thor and Steve. That’s when the fight began, as every punch, kick, surge of energy was thrown at Thanos, yet it was always deflected. So when Steve called Thor’s hammer to his arms, she knew there was a possibility they could win.

She had been with Steve in Wakanda when everyone had disappeared, including her husband Bucky. When she heard Sam’s voice through her comms as she laid on the dirty ground, she felt hope and disbelief. Portal after portal began opening, as heroes and warriors piled out, all standing tall and ready to fight. Bucky walked through, as she ran to him, tears falling from her eyes. His arms wrapped around her, as she sobbed into his shoulder.

His fingers carded through her hair, as she looked up and pressed her lips against his. Finally.

“Y/n!” she parted, looking behind her as she spotted him, her brother, her younger sibling. Peter.

“Pete!” she ran, colliding with him as they hugged. “Oh, thank God.”

“You’re grown up.” he teased, smile on his face. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

By then, everyone was ready, as they took their positions, Steve giving the green light and it began. Everyone charged at Thanos and his army, weapons being fired, blasters activated, objects were flying and charging at the aliens. Everyone headed towards the first alien that charged at them, Peter swinging through the air as Bucky started shooting, the gun he had with him Wakanda in his hands, and Y/n’s suit materialized over her body, obliterating her enemies as she headed in Tony’s direction. Peter was there, as she kept the enemies from interrupting their reunion, shooting and kicking them away. Two came at her from opposite ends, as they pulled at her armor, before she crossed her arms and pushed against them, a blast wave sending them away.

She watched as Clint handed the gauntlet off to T’Challa, who was then caught between him and one of the weird aliens. Peter ran, swinging himself into the air before catching the gauntlet in a web, his arms coming around it to press against his body as he landed, looking up. She could hear him, as he was near her.

“Activate Instant Kill!” He said, the eyes of his suit shrinking and turning red, as the legs from his armor appeared, kicking and stabbing off the aliens coming at him to take the gauntlet.

She joined her brother, blasting aliens away from both of them as the fight continued on. It soon became too much, as Y/n launched Peter into the air, who was caught by Pepper, handing him off to Valkyrie as she soared through the sky. Thanos was quick to catch on to what they were trying to do, as he oredered his army to activate all the weapons. Soon, blasts were being shot directly at everyone, killing and harming both heroes as well as his own army. A blast was shot directly in front of her, as she was thrown against a rock, her armor shielding the impact but not preventing bruises from flowering.

Peter was thrown from the sky, as he cowered on the floor, gauntlet underneath his body, fear coursing through him. His only thought in that moment was keeping the gauntlet safe, as he closed his eyes, waiting for the moment the blasts would stop.

Then it did. The weapons were somehow being directed at the sky, as everyone watched curiously.

“What the hell is this?” Sam asked, flying towards Cap, while watching the ship.

“Friday, what are they firing at?” Tony asked, as everyone received the same answer: Something just entered the upper atmosphere!

No one knew what it was, until they saw the light. It tore through Thanos’ ship, destroying its weapons and plunging it into the ocean. She lit up the sky, determination spread across her features as the team smiled at their hero.

“Danvers, we need an assist here.” Steve informed her as she nodded, before landing right in front of Peter, who was still clutching the gauntlet.

“Hi, I’m - uh - Peter Parker.”

Y/n laughed at her brother’s manners, even in a time of crisis. Carol smiled at him, noticing his brave demeanor towards being willing to help in such a dangerous situation.

“Hey Peter Parker. Got something for me?”

He stood, gauntlet being held against his hip as he groaned, blood spilling from his nose and a large gash visible in an open slit in his suit. “I don’t know how you’re gonna get through all that.” Peter motioned towards the alien crowd walking towards the team, as she smiled, taking the gauntlet from him.

“Don’t worry, little brother. She’s got help.” Y/n said, patting him on the back as the rest of the female heroes joined her with Carol, all adjusting their weapons, while walking towards the army.

It was an all women battle in that moment, none of them caring wether or not they knew each other. All they could agree on in that moment was that they needed to get the stones back, one way or another.

Carol flew straight through the army, as Thanos headed for her. Pepper, Y/n, Shuri, Wanda and Gamora quickly stood their ground, before firing a blast straight at Thanos, one more powerful combined, as he was thrown off his feet. Yet, it didn’t stop him, as he threw his spear at the van, their only way to take the stones back to the past, hitting the target and destroying the time machine. Everyone was thrown back at the impact, as Y/n didn’t waste any time, quicky running at Thanos, who was heading for the gauntlet. She kicked and blasted him, as he pushed her away, trying once more to grab it. Steve and Thor teamed up, before getting thrown back once more.

Thanos managed to slip on the gauntlet, groaning at the power it held. Carol flew over, using her powers to throw Thanos off his rhythm. Her strength overpowered his, as he reached for the power stone, grabbing it in his hand. Carol’s eyes widened, as he punched her with the force of the stone, throwing her away from him and into a pile of rubble.

Y/n watched, noticing Tony’s gaze on Doctor Strange, who only held up one finger to him. It wasn’t meant for her, but she knew what it meant. She wouldn’t let Tony take the fall for this, so she did the only thing she could think of. She lunged at Thanos, taking him off guard as she wrapped her hands around the gauntlet. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to rip it off his hands, she managed to pry her way around the front, where the stones were. Thanos smirked, as he pushed her away and she fell, away from him.

But she had completed her mission.

Strange watched her, guilt and grief stricken across his face as she saw the glow in her hands, yet stayed quiet.

“I am inevitable.” Thanos said, bringing his gauntlet-clad hand up as he snapped, yet nothing happened. Confusion was written across his features as he watched his hand, turning and noticing the stones gone. He turned, looking at Y/n who was kneeling, the stones gravitating towards her knuckles as they snapped into place.

She groaned, throwing her head back at the sheer power of the stones together. Smirking at Thanos, he knew he had lost, and she had won. Yet, she knew what would happen.

“You thought wrong, ugly ass bitch.” she said, as Thanos looked on, anger coursing through him.

“Stupid mortal. You’re willing to die from the power of the stones to save people who shouldn’t be saved?”

Her head tilted, as she looked at him. “I am. Because they’re my family. And I will do anything to protect them.” she paused, smirking, “We’re the Avengers, bitch.”

And with that, she snapped her fingers.

Thanos’ army began to disappear, all of them fading away, dust drifting off with the wind. Everyone looked on, putting their weapons down and watching the aliens disintegrate with their leader, who knew this was the end. This is what it had come to.

He should’ve known not to mess with her family.

The blow from the stones caused her severe pain, as she stumbled back, leaning against rubble. Her arm was numb, sizzling from the power of the stones. She tried to breathe, as it came out sporadically and with lots of pain. Her head turned, eyes watching everyone as there were no more aliens aroudn them. She did it. She saved them.

Footsteps were heard coming closer to her as someone dropped to their knees before her. She turned slightly, the pain in her neck causing her discomfort as she locked eye contact with her husband.

“Bucky.” she breathed out, smiling at him as he placed a hand on her cheek.

“Darling.” he breathed, a tear falling from his eyes. She reached up with her good arm, wiping the tear from his cheek away, as she slightly shook her head. “Always saving the day.”

“I had to, Buck. It was the only way.” she whispered, as another body landed behind Bucky.

“Y/n?” her brother called out, as he dropped to his knees next to Bucky. “Y/n? We won. We did it, we did it, Y/n.” He couldn’t stop, as she smiled at him, reaching her hand out to hold his. “Y/n? You did it, bunny. You did it.”

“Yeah, Pete, we did.” she slightly groaned, as Bucky shifted her body to the left, ridding the pressure away from her scorched side. “Buck,” he looked at her, “Take care of Pete for me, will you?”

He nodded, frowning and choking away a sob. “I will, darling.” he paused, smiling and leaning in to kiss her forehead.

“You can rest now, bunny.” Peter said, tears freefalling from his eyes as her head lightly tilted, before her breathing stopped.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion. The team neared her, the fallen hero, as Bucky and Peter sobbed into each other’s shoulders, gripping Y/n’s lifeless body.

“F-friday?” Tony called out, shakily.

“She’s gone, sir.”

Those words rung through everyone’s comms. They dreaded this, dreaded the day something like this would happen.

That’s the kind of hero Y/n was. She was willing to do anything needed to help those who needed her the most. Always putting her family before her, being on the frontline of every battle and willing to risk a limb for others.

Clint dropped to his knee, head lowered as he silently cried.

Carol turned back to see Clint, before she looked at the hero and dropped too.

Wanda followed, Steve next as well as Rhodney, Sam, T’Challa, Shuri, Okoye, Pepper, Quill, Scott, Nebula, Valkyrie, Thor. All the heroes, and warriors, kneeled for their friend.

Tony was the last to kneel, as Gamora disappeared from sight, not wanting everyone to see her and not wanting to create an emotional connection with everyone else.

Bucky traced her wedding ring, still on her finger as he gripped Peter’s body, who was now leaning on him.

Till death do us part. That was the vow he made to her, one he will keep till the end of time. No matter what.

A Week Later

They gathered at Tony’s cabin, all dressed in black. Tony riffled through Y/n’s boxes. She had been staying with him after the ordeal during the fight in Wakanda, taking care of Morgan and helping Tony around. As he packed up her things, he found an old projector, something he had given her a couple years ago. For important memories, he told her. Placing it on the table, he turned it on, as a projection of Y/n suddenly appeared, very much alive and well.

Is this on? the projection asked as Tony’s laugher was heard in the background.

Is the blue light on? he asked as she nodded. Then it’s on, dumbass.

Shut the fuck up, Tony. she mumbled, laughing as Tony waved at the projection.

I’m heading out. See ya! she waved at him as he disappeared before she sat down in front of the projector.

So, um, gosh I don’t know where to start. Um, well, to whoever is watching this, do me a favor and get the entire team for me. They’ll want to hear this.

Tony paused the recording, as he yelled at everyone to head inside. They did as they were told, as he moved the projection to the living room, pushing the coffee table away and making room for everyone to take a seat. Bucky’s breath hitched at the sight of his wife, and Peter choked a sob.

They stayed quiet as Tony resumed the recording.

So, you’re probably all wondering, why did Y/n choose to make a recording? Why is she wasting Tony’s precious tech creating a video diary? I’ll tell you why. she paused, looking down at her fingers and fidgeting. Tony and I cracked time travel yesterday and I think something is going to happen. Now, let me explain because I know you’re all thinking, you’re crazy Y/n! I have a feeling that this could go south.

I mean, we’re fighting against a big purple alien, who’s been coming after us since the fight in New York. We’re going up against someone who has an army, who is more powerful than the team combined, and someone who’s defeated us already.

I’m hoping none of us are gone. I’m hoping we’re all in tip top shape by the time we blast the purple alien back to space. But if that doesn’t happen, if there’s some untimely death, I want you all to know that we’re going to be okay.

It’s stupid, I know. I’ve always had an inkling in knowing when there’s going to be death nearby, and let me tell you something, it’s buzzing. It’s stronger, and I don’t think it’s a mistake.

Everyone knows that happy endings don’t always work out how we want them to. But I’m hoping this time it does. I’m hoping if you play this back, or even find it, it’s in celebration. I’m hoping we restore everything, that we get our families back, that we somehow restore some type of balance into the universe again, if there ever was such a thing.

Everyone in the room was crying, no dry eyes as they watched their beloved friend smile and dream about the future.

If it’s restored, I thought I’d do a little video. Just in case something happens, in the case of an untimely death on my part. Tony doesn’t know I’m doing this, hell, no one knows. But I have to. it’s for the best. Part of the journey is the end.

But here’s my point. You’ll all be okay. I promise. I’ve left a couple things in a storage unit that Thor has access to, don’t ask why he knows. I hope it helps, somehow, to keep you all moving. I’m only asking one thing: don’t separate. Don’t do what you did in Germany. Stick together, for me.

Take care of Morgan, please. Tell her stories about our crazy adventures after Sokovia, how we went and served breakfast clad in our suits to homeless families. Tell her how we surprised Peter during lunch that one time and managed to convince the principal to let everyone out four hours early. Tell her when we stole the quinjet so Bucky and I could have some alone time and visit London, where he proposed. Talk to her about the good things and the bad things. She might not understand everything, but that’s okay. At least she’ll know her crazy aunt was a badass.

Y/n quickly turned to the left in the recording, as she stopped talking and frowned. Everyone watched her, before hearing small footsteps in the background, as she broke out into a grin. Leaping from the corner of the table, she spread her arms out, as Morgan jumped onto her. Y/n wrapped an arm under her, keeping her against her hip as Morgan waved at the recording.

Say hi Morgan!

Hi! she cheered, as she giggled, before looking at Y/n.

I love you three thousand, Aunt Y/n.

Y/n gasped eyes wide before looking at the camera with a smirk. Hear that Tony? She loves me three thousand. She returned back to her original posture, gripping Morgan against her body. This mission we’re pulling off is dangerous. But it’s gotta be done. Please, be safe. Be safe after everything. Everyone will be fragile and the earth will be in peril. But stay together. That’s all I ask.

She paused, smiling at Morgan before looking back at the camera. I love you all three thousand.

The recording ended, as tears streamed down cheeks. Bucky and Peter held each other as Morgan cuddled closer to Pepper and Tony. It hurt, watching this before their eyes, a week after their friend passed.

Bucky grabbed the bracelet which contained Y/n’s suit, as he placed it on a little raft of roses in his hands. Everyone stood, now heading outside and following Bucky and Peter. They headed to the edge of the pier, as Bucky and Peter knelt, placing the raft of roses on the water and letting it drift off. They held each other, as the rest of the team watched on, guilt stricken across their faces, heads bowed.

Tony turned behind him, seeing a familiar face standing in the back.

He excused himself, walking towards the person, who looked up when they heard his footsteps.

“Kid?” he asked, as Harley frowned.

“Hey Tony.” he sighed, wrapping his arms around him in a hug before letting go, his arms feeling heavy. “So, she’s gone?”

Tony nodded, knowing that Harley had known Y/n longer than he did. “Come here, I have someone I want you to meet.” he brought Harley over to Bucky and Peter, who watched and scanned the unknown person walking with Tony. “Bucky, Peter, this is Harley.”

“Harley Kenner?” Peter asked as Harley recognized his best friend.

“Parker?” he nodded, as they embraced.

“Bucky Barnes,” he introduced himself, as Harley shook his hand. “Who are you?”

“He’s our childhood best friend. Y/n helped him build his first potato gun when he was just eight years old.” Peter explained, as Harley frowned.

“And you?” he asked as Tony stepped in.

“Husband.”

“I’m so sorry.” Harley apologized.

Everyone had already retreated inside, leaving them to talk and decompress from the memorial. The flowers had drifted away, taking the bracelet with them as well as a piece of everyone’s heart.

It didn’t get any easier after that. Steve had gone back in time to return the stones, yet didn’t return to the present. He stayed, finding a little joy in the past as he went back to where they were, in the future, as his older self. There, he handed off the shield to Sam, who would now hold the mantle as Captain America.

Bucky and Peter moved into a shared home in Queens, where Peter returned to his education, something he knew Y/n would have wanted. Bucky protected over the home, as he indulged in some missions with the team and Peter, still containing some order in the world.

That’s when it happened.

The team had been called to a mission in London, where a villain wearing the Red Skull’s appearance had began to wreak havoc on the streets.

When they arrived, they found the villain fighting someone, a purple haze hitting Red Skull as the impact threw him back. He fell, as the Avengers headed to where the haze had appeared. Friday began to scan the surroundings, a heat signal getting up from a kneeling position on the street.

The dust cleared and they watched the person turn, gasps slipping from everyone’s lips. They analyzed the person before them, clad in a black suit, a powerful haze surrounding them. The person made eye contact with everyone, as they turned completely, confirming everyone’s suspicions, yet raising lots of questions.

“Y/n?”

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tags:

@hi-mishamigos @bens-hardy @trashqueenbitch @darling-marvel @boohooiamthefool @pbnjparker @drxgxnslxyer @cosmetologynerd @hollandroos @grandmascottlang @hollanderheart @peteparkrrs @bi-writes @blissfulparker

[vevehoshizora]

MASTERLIST: Marvel

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Agent of SHIELD

Daisy “Skye” Johnson

Imagine 1 » Angel’s Kiss » Laptop » Acceptance

Jemma Simmons

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The Avengers

Natasha Romanoff

» Worry

Wanda Maximoff

» Nightmares

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[thewidowsghost]

Hi, Guys!

So, I’ve got writers block on the requests I have right now, so I’m requesting some requests!

I’ll write for:

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Wanda Maximoff

Skye / Daisy Johnson

Bobbi Morse

Alex Danvers

Kara Danvers

Maggie Sawyer

Lena Luthor

Max Mayfield

El Hopper

Annabeth Chase

Piper McLain

And of course, I’d love to write for Yelena x Kate x R, Wanda x Nat x R, Maggie x Alex x R, Max x El x Reader, Annabeth x Piper x R

[thewalkingdead1463]

Writing Rules

Requests for fandoms down below are ALWAYS open unless stated otherwise in my ‘bio’. Other fandoms will be added on as I join them; however, if something from a fandom is not listed below, chances are they will not be written, for I am not a part of the fandom and do not know how to write for it. Crossovers between the fandoms listed below are also always accepted! Other rules listed below! 

 Requirements:

Has to be x reader or x OC (Can be platonic, that has be clarified. But generally, it’s easier to write if there is an OC or reader and not just something for a fandom. You do not have to make the OC; some people just prefer to read that rather than a ‘x reader’)

Give something for a prompt, can even be just one sentence (Like when somebody requests “Can I have Dean Winchester x Reader,” that gets difficult to write because there is nothing to start off of. Give at least the smallest prompt/idea/etc. to write from)

I will be willing to write mostly anything EXCEPT:

Incest (cause...no)

Polyamorous relationships (no judgement here, just not my cup of tea! Also, love triangles are not the same, those are okay!)

Non-con/rape (if there ends up being a spicy/steamy scene, which as of now is not likely as I'm too uncomfortable at the time being, non-con is an absolute no)

Politics (Political stuff is awful, and politics always just upsets me. Fanfics are meant to be for fun, and I hate getting Political)

Other things can be refused if I feel uncomfortable writing for them, but this is all I can think of right now.

Fandoms:

Dean Winchester 

Supernatural 

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Jack Kline

Gabriel (IF REQUESTED)

Charlie Bradbury (IF REQUESTED)

Jody Mills (IF REQUESTED) 

More characters from this fandom can be requested too!

Marvel

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Sam Wilson

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Natasha Romanoff (IF REQUESTED)

Wanda Maximoff (IF REQUESTED)

More characters from this fandom can be requested too!

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Phil Coulson

Melinda May

Daisy Johnson (Skye)

Bobbi Morse

Lance Hunter

Leopold Fitz

Jemma Simmons

Deke

Daniel Sousa

Elena Rodriguez

More characters from this fandom can be requested too!

Twilight

Carlisle Cullen

Esme Cullen 

Edward Cullen

Bella Swan

Emmett Cullen

Rosalie Hale

Alice Cullen (IF REQUESTED)

Jasper Hale (IF REQUESTED

Sam Uley (IF REQUESTED)

Paul Lahote (IF REQUESTED)

Aro Volturi 

Caius Volturi

Demetri Volturi 

Felix Volturi

Marcus Volturi (IF REQUESTED)

Other characters for this fandom may be requested, though this fandom may be more limited in who I will write for if not listed above.

BBC Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Mycroft Holmes

Greg Lestrade

The Hunger Games

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

Haymitch Abernathy

More characters from this fandom can be requested too!

[marvel-wlw]

Tell Me You Love Me

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximof x Reader (Past) / Daisy Johnson x Reader

Requested by anon

Request: It might be pretty confusing BUT can you write a wanda maximoff/natasha romanoff x fem reader x Daisy Johnson love triangle were reader was an avenger but left bc nat/wanda broker her heart and she joined shield where she met skye

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, they belong to Marvel.

Tag list: @casey-anne-j @pharaoh-of-time-and-space @morbid-gaymer@geekycatlover @rainydaysrnevergrey @natalia-helena-alianova-romanov @alphalesbianwolf

A/N: I kinda changed it up a little bit, I hope you guys like it tho! :) 

You looked down at your phone as you waited for a text from Melinda May. As you waited you felt the tears threatening to fall. You sat down at the bed that was supposed to yours, Wanda’s and Natasha’s but for the last few months it’s only been yours.

When the three of you started dating everything was fine, you were happy. But after awhile you noticed that Wanda and Natasha were spending a lot more time together then the three of you together. Then it started to only be you that was sleeping in the bed the three of you shared. 

It hurt that the two woman you loved and thought who loved you pushed you aside as if you weren’t even there. Bucky was your best friend on the team and he could tell something was going on. 

When you got a text back from Melinda you let of a sigh of relief. She was like a mother to you, she had taken you under her wing when you joined Shield and she has always been there for you.

You grabbed a bag and started packing, you weren��t going to stay anymore, you couldn’t take it. You’re hurt and you don’t feel like you belong there anymore. 

As you finished packing you saw a picture of you, Natasha and Wanda together, you couldn’t stop the tears from falling anymore. You walked over and took the picture and threw it at the wall. 

You took a deep breath to calm down, you grabbed your packed bag. “FRIDAY, don’t tell anyone I left.”

Without waiting for FRIDAY to say anything you left the room. As you left the Avengers compound you didn’t notice Bucky was there. When he saw you leaving with a bag he was about to go after you but then he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks.

xxxxx

When you texted Melinda late at night she was worried, she knew something had happened. She told you to meet her somewhere and she would pick you up.

She drove up to the spot and saw you, she noticed you had been crying. She parked the car and got out, she quickly ran over to you. She pulled you into her arms. 

As soon as you heard her voice and felt her arms around you, you broke down again. “I’m right here (Y/N), it’s okay. I got you.”

Melinda slowly brought to over to her car and helped you get into the passenger seat. While she was driving back to Shield HQ she kept looking over at you whenever she could to make sure you were okay even though she knew you weren’t.

Once she got back to HQ she was glad it was so late at night that pretty much everyone on the team was asleep. Melinda helped you get out of the car and grabbed your bag, she wrapped a protective arm around you.

She would have to talk to Coulson about getting you a room while you stay there but right now she wanted you to try and get some much needed rest.

xxxxx

It has been about a year since Melinda had picked you up and took you to Shield HQ. Since then you joined Coulson’s team and you got along great with everyone. But there was someone who you had gotten pretty close to over the year and that was Daisy. You found yourself opening up to her. 

Once Daisy found out about what happened with Natasha and Wanda she was mad. How could they treat you like that? You were one of the most sweetest and kindest person she has ever met and even after everything you’ve been through you still have a big heart.

The first day Daisy had met you she knew you were different than anyone else she has met. She couldn’t help but fall for you but she didn’t want to say anything right away, she wasn’t sure if you felt the same way or if you were ready for another relationship. If you were Daisy made a promise to treat you right. But as the days go by it was getting harder to keep her feelings to herself.

“Hey (Y/N)?” Daisy walked into the training room where you were working out.

You turned around and smiled when you saw her. “Hey Daisy, what’s up?” 

“Could we talk? I have something to tell you.”

“Of course.” You smiled and brought her to your room so you two could talk without the others listening in. “What’s up?”

She took a deep breath. “Getting to know you over the last year has been amazing. You’re such a amazing and sweet person and I’m so lucky to have you in my life.” Daisy smiled. “You trusted me enough to open up about your past. What I’m trying to say is, I’m in love with you (Y/N).”

Your eyes widened. Daisy was in love with you? “Daisy I...” You were scared, you were in love with her too but after everything with Natasha and Wanda you were scared to be in another relationship.

“I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m sorry.” Daisy was about to to leave but you reached over and gently grabbed her hand. 

“Don’t go, please.” You let her hand go. “I’m in love with you too but... I’m scared. After what happened in my last relationship...” You looked down at the floor.

Daisy gently hooked her finger under your chin and lifts it up so you can look at her. “(Y/N) I promise I would never treat you the way they did. I love you and I promise to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

xxxxx

You and Daisy have now been dating for about a year and you’ve never been happier. With Daisy you felt safe and loved. It took you a little while to get past what happened before but once you did it was amazing.

You were in the training room sparring with Daisy. You pinned her down and smirked. “I win.”

It was Daisy’s turn to smirk. She was able to knock you off of her and now you were the one pinned down. “Still think you won babe?” You blushed.

You were so busy that you didn’t notice Bobbi walk into the training room. When she saw you and Daisy she smiled and shook her head. “Come on you two, Coulson needs to see everyone.”

When you and Daisy walked into the common room you weren’t expecting to see the Avengers, when you saw Natasha and Wanda you froze. Once Daisy saw them she glared at them. You looked over at May and you could tell she wasn’t happy to see them either.

“(Y/N).”

You looked up when you heard Bucky’s voice, you gave him a small smile. “Hey Bucky.”

He smiled and rushed over to you, he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. You couldn’t help but laugh and hug him back. You had missed him more than anyone else on the Avengers.

Once he let you go that was when Natasha and Wanda came over to you, they were both acting like they were going to hug you but you stepped away from them and back over to Daisy.

“Don’t touch me.” You glared at them causing them to stop walking towards you. 

They looked at each other, you could see the hurt in their eyes but you didn’t care, not after all the hurt they put you through.

“Coulson what are they doing here?” Daisy asked, she was mainly asking about Wanda and Natasha more than the others.

Coulson clears his throat. “They have been looking for (Y/N).”

“Well you found me so you can go.” You say before turning around and leaving the room, Daisy and Bucky are right behind you. 

Out of the time Bucky has known you he has never seen you like this, he knew why but he still wanted to make sure you were okay.

When you get back to the training room you groan. “Why?” You turn to Daisy with tears rolling down your cheeks. “Why did they have to show up? Why couldn’t they forget me like they did for months?”

Daisy wraps her arms around you, she held you close as she runs her fingers through your hair. “It’s okay, I’m right here baby.”

“They don’t deserve your time (Y/N). Not after how badly they hurt you.” Bucky placed a hand on your back.

You heard two more people walking into the training room and you knew who it was and by the way Daisy’s arms tighten around you, you knew you were right.

“Get out.” Bucky told them.

“Bucky please.” Wanda said. “We have to talk to her.”

“And why is that?” Daisy growled. “So you could hurt her even more? I don’t think so.”

“Who do you even think you are?” Natasha narrowed her eyes at Daisy.

You couldn’t take it any more, you got out of Daisy’s arms and looked at the two woman who you thought loved you. “Leave. Now.” You growled.

“Baby please-”

“I am not your “baby” anymore and lets be real here, I never meant anything to either of you.” You were angry. How dare they come here and act like everything was fine, that they never hurt you.

“That’s not true-”

“Yes it is!” You snapped. “I’m not doing this anymore with you both. You two can be happy together and not have to worry about me. If you loved me like you say then why has it taken you so long to find me?”

Wanda and Natasha were speechless. They never knew how badly they hurt you and they hated themselves for what they did. They love you and that wasn’t going to change but they can tell that you didn’t love them anymore after what happened.

Bucky was able to make them leave and before he leaves as well he gives you another tight hug. Once he’s gone Daisy pulls you into her arms again, she placed a loving kiss on your forehead.

You had Daisy there with you and that was all you needed, you loved her and she loved you. After everything that happened you were able to find love again.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Surprise - Melinda May x Reader

Request: May I please request a Melinda May x reader fic, where R is Mays wife unknown to everyone but Coulson and Fury. She's a high ranking agent who's been on a mission for the past three years. When she returns, she decides to surprise May and everyone’s in shock and freaking out once they find out Mays married and how different she acts around R. Maybe ending with lots of fluff. (I really hope this makes sense).

A/n: Could have been fluffier but oh well I liked shocking all the other agents too much

You let out a breath of relief, stepping off the quinjet that retrieved you from the HYDRA base you’d been undercover with for the past 3 years, the mission involving retrieving intel on weapons, soldiers and higher ranking leaders from bases across the globe. Fury had decided to pull you out after you gained enough intel to take down several HYDRA bases.

You, being a high ranking agent of SHIELD with clearance level 8, the same as Coulson whilst your wife, Agent Melinda May being level 7 of course. Your relationship was kept a secret, even out of files in case of something bad happening such as Black Widow dumping all SHIELD’s secrets online would not put the two of you in danger as Fury pulled you out as his death was faked, the evac occurring much later.

You paused as you stared at this new SHIELD base, the Playground, they called it as unfamiliar agents guided you around until Coulson saw you looking extremely confused.

“Agent S/n... what are you doing here?” Coulson whispered, realising May had no idea you were back.

“Fury evacced me early, 3 years of intel for you but I have to see my wife...” You replied, causing Coulson to smile as he led you to where May was, training other agents apparently.

“Coulson, what’s up? Want to join us training?” A voice questioned as Coulson walked in, you hiding at the wall to avoid being seen.

“No actually, I have a surprise for Agent May here...” Coulson announced.

“A surprise for Agent May?” A familiar voice questioned.

“You sound so surprised Agent Morse.” You stated with a smirk as you walked into the room, standing next to Coulson.

Everyone minus you and Coulson watched as May’s tough facade fell, a shocked smile taking over her face as she walked towards you, hand going to your cheek almost to caress it.

“You’re here...you’re really here.” May whispered, her eyes teary as they stared into yours which reflected the teary state.

“Wait..who is this?” The voice from before questioned, causing the two of you to break apart.

“I’m Agent Y/n S/n....I mean Y/n S/n-May...” You corrected causing the other agents to stare at you.

“MAY’S MARRIED?” they all exclaimed causing you to raise an eyebrow to your wife.

“Uh yeah...I went on a mission infiltrating HYDRA under deep cover for 3 years... now I’m back with 3 years worth of intel... question is...who the hell are you guys and what the hell happened to SHIELD?” You asked causing Coulson and May to smirk.

“A lot...but mainly, HYDRA’s been in SHIELD from the beginning, you’re probably aware of that but we’re all what’s left... that’s Agent Skye, Fitz, Simmons, Morse, Mack, Hunter and Tripplet.” Coulson explained, gesturing to each of them.

“So the intel?” Fitz questioned causing you to pause.

“Yeah, you guys got a holotable?” You questioned causing Coulson to double-take.

“HYDRA has holotables?” He questioned causing you to shrug.

“A couple globally have been developing them...” You replied as you were lead to the table, May holding your hand as you uploaded the intel.

“I’m still in shock May’s married.” Hunter commented causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“Its kept a secret for a reason, especially with all of SHIELD’s secrets getting dumped on the net by Romanoff.” You replied as you began to organise the intel, showing everything you had found.

“We’ll get to work on organising this, how about you and Agent May go have some time to talk, 3 years is an awfully long time.” Agent Simmons suggested, gaining a grateful look from you and a rare smile from May as the two of you left the room.

“May’s married!” 

“She acts so different!” 

“She actually smiled for more than a second!” 

You heard be exclaimed as the door shut causing you and May to smirk as you walked down the corridor, hand in hand.

[mcgrathandwives]

Still to complete requests

Heyo so heres my still to do requests. I'll be closing my requests soon so if you have any please send them in! Theres something like 40ish requests here😂

*** updates will be made to this list. Requests that are completed will be outlined***

-Imagines

Nyssa x reader and the Danvers (krypton x supergirl crossover)

Lunch with Ellie (Deadpool)

Protective Sofia Falcone (Gotham)

Protective Toni Topaz part 1&2 (Riverdale)

Don’t mess with my girls!- Veronica Lodge x reader x Cheryl Blossom (Riverdale)

Insecurities and Reassurances- Hermione Lodge x reader (Riverdale)

Protective Detective- Rosa Diaz x reader (B99)

Dinner Date? And confessions over coffee.- Lena Luthor x reader (Supergirl)

"Fuck her! Let's throw her into the Sun!"- Baby!Danvers x Danvers sisters (Supergirl)

Jealous Confession- Morgana Pendragon x reader (Merlin)

-Headcanons

Pregnant reader x Lena and the Danvers (Supergirl)

Dating Reigncorp (Supergirl)

Jealous Sofia Falcone (Gotham)

Stark!Reader x Bobbi Morse (Avengers x aos crossover)

Being a speedster and dating Trishica (Jessica Jones)

Lang!Reader x Hope Van Dyne (Antman and Wasp)

Canarycorp- Sara Lance x Lena Luthor (Lot x Supergirl crossover)

Being like a sister to Nyssa and getting hurt in the battle of Kandor (Krypton)

Being injury prone and dating Veronica Lodge would include? (Riverdale)

Dating Nora Darhk would include (LOT)

-Fics

Fell from above- Lena Luthor x Baby!Danvers (Supergirl)

Baby!Danvers experiments part 1-4 (Supergirl)

Full of surprises part 2 (Supergirl)

That's what Luthors do part 4&5 (Supergirl)

More than just a name part 2 (Supergirl)

Pick up war with Nat (Avengers)

Accidents happen part 1&2-Natasha Romanoff x reader (Avengers)

The gang’s got your back part 1&2- Toni Topaz x reader and the Serpents (Riverdale)

Pressing buttons- Rosa Diaz x reader (B99)

The new Detective- Amy Santiago x reader (B99)

-One shots/Drabbles

Baby!Danvers training with Kara (Supergirl)

Kara lapdance (Supergirl)

Baby!Danvers kidnapped by Cadmus (Supergirl)

Artist and Detective- Rosa Diaz x reader (B99)

“It can’t be that hard!”- Rosa Diaz x reader (B99)

“Skye?”- Daisy Johnson x reader (AOS)

It’s always been her..- Laurel Lance x reader and Sara Lance (Arrow)

Stark!Reader falling in love with Margaery Tyrell (Game of Thrones)

-Prompts

“We’d make such a cute couple”, “Shut up and kiss me”- Sara Lance x reader

“I’m so in love with you.”- Thea Queen x reader

“Give me a chance.”, “I’m so in love with you.”- Laurel Lance x reader

“Do we have a deal?”, “Did I just turn you on?”, “I can easily go without sex for a month.”- Morgana Pendragon x reader

“Are you jealous?”- Lena Luthor x reader

“Just kiss me already.”, “We’re meant to be together and you’re too scared to admit it.”- Daisy Johnson x reader

“Stop sending me mixed signals!!”, “If you can look me in the eyes and tell me that you feel nothing between us then I’ll stop and leave this alone.”- Bobbi Morse x reader

“Can’t you see I’m in love with you?”- Nyssa Vex x reader

“You’re such a dork.”, “You’ll eventually fall in love with me, mark my words.”- Hope Van Dyne

“Would you hold still please?”- Peggy Carter x reader

“Hey calm down I’m here, I got you, slow your breathing.”- Kara Danvers x reader

10 types of kisses- Supercorp (Supergirl)

[thewidowsghost]

Blessings (Daisy Johnson x Romanoff!Reader)

Daisy Johnson Masterlist

Main Masterlist

imapotatao asked: Hey! I have another Daisy X Reader request. Daisy asking Natasha Romanoff, Readers older sister, for her blessing to marry her little sister? Daisy being nervous to ask. (Cute and fluffy. )

(Y/n) Romanoff - an ungraduated Black Widow - and her girlfriend, Daisy Johnson, had gone over to her older sisters’ house to visit.

(Y/n) and Natasha had reunited with their other sister, Yelena, a year or so ago, and Natasha had opened her home to their blond sister.

(Y/n) cuddles up to her girlfriend of four years, pressing her face into Daisy’s neck. Breathing in through her nose, she smiles sleepily as she smells Daisy’s cherry vanilla shampoo.

“Why are you cuddling on the couch?” Yelena’s voice startles (Y/n), and she falls off the couch.

“I don’t like you,” (Y/n) grumbles, her face pressed into the floor.

Daisy peers down at (Y/n), who is still on the floor, through sleepy eyes.

“Lena, leave the two Lovebirds alone,” Natasha scolds, coming into the living room.

(Y/n) remains on the ground, still grumbling.

. . .

Daisy and (Y/n) had moved into the guest room to cuddle more in the privacy of their own room.

(Y/n) peppers kisses across Daisy’s cheeks and Daisy smiles, leaning into (Y/n)’s touches. She nuzzles into Daisy’s neck, her nose brushing the nape of Daisy’s neck. Daisy smiles as (Y/n) falls asleep against her, Daisy feeling more sleepy, listening to (Y/n)’s soft snores.

. . .

“They’re so precious,” Yelena whispers to Natasha, pulling out her phone and taking a picture of the two sleeping women.

Natasha slaps Yelena’s arm, looking amused.

. . .

(Y/n) had gone to the grocery store to pick up the essentials - salted caramel ice-cream - and Daisy had been pacing the guest room for about five minutes.

“Hey,” Natasha knocks on the door.

Daisy starts, staring at Natasha, her eyes wide.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha grows concerned, her eyebrows knitting.

“I - I,” Daisy stumbles over her words.

“Hey,” Natasha looks a lot more worried now. She places a hand on Daisy’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “What’s the matter?”

Daisy exhales a little. “I have something I want to ask you.”

Natasha tilts her head in question.

“I - I,” Daisy pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I love (Y/n) so much. I wanted to ask your permission to marry her.”

Natasha smiles gently at Daisy, her gaze warm, but she does ask, “Why do you need to ask my permission?” she asks.

“(Y/n) always wakes up from the same nightmare,” Daisy says.

Little (Y/n) Romanoff - age four - cries as her older blonde sister, Yelena, is pulled away from her and her oldest sister Natasha.

“Lena!” (Y/n) cries, and tears stream down Natasha’s face.

“Take them!” Draykov says, two guards pulling (Y/n) and Natasha away from Yelena.

All three young girls scream in protest.

One of the guards throws Natasha and (Y/n) into a shipping container, and Natasha cradles her baby sister to her, keeping (Y/n)’s head from hitting the metal floor of the container.

“Nattie! Lena?” (Y/n) asks her sister.

Natasha’s eyes cloud with sadness at the reminder of her and (Y/n)’s seperation from Yelena.

“You mean so much to (Y/n), I thought that it would mean so much more if you gave us your blessing,” Daisy tells Natasha.

Natasha softens, gazing at Daisy with contemplation. “I give you my blessing,” Natasha says with a smile.

A joyous smile spreads across Daisy’s face, and she hugs Natasha tightly. “Thank you!” Daisy replies happily.

“I don’t have to tell you to treat her well, because I know you will,” Natasha says.

. . .

(Y/n) and Daisy sit on a blanket, facing the ocean, (Y/n) leaning into Daisy’s side.

Tears well up in (Y/n)’s eyes as Daisy moves beside her, getting on one knee. (Y/n) cover her mouth with a hand.

“I love you so, so much,” Daisy begins. “We’ve been through so much together these last few years, and I want so much more with you, if you’ll let me.”

(Y/n) stands stunned, for a moment, her silhouette looking like blended charcoal against the setting sun.

Daisy’s expression grows worried at (Y/n)’s silence, which shocks (Y/n) out of her silence.

“Yes. A thousand - a million times yes,” Daisy’s eyes brighten, and her eyes sparkle joyfully as she slips the ring onto (Y/n)’s finger.

(Y/n) presses her lips to Daisy’s eagerly, her hand slipping behind Daisy’s neck, and Daisy responds with the same elation.

. . .

(Y/n) cuddles into Daisy’s side before bed, her stomach resting against Daisy’s side. The brunette relaxed by (Y/n)’s soft snores as usual.

A little redhaired girl runs into the room and over to the bed; the girl’ chocolate brown eyes brighten as she looks at (Y/n)’s belly.

Daisy leans over, and lifts the little girl, Yelena, up onto the bed, and she leans over (Y/n)’s belly.

“Hi Baby,” Yelena’s little hands rest on (Y/n)’s stomach.

(Y/n) smiles sleepily at Yelena, wrapping her arms around the little girl.

Little Yelena lets out a murmur of protest, squirming out of (Y/n)’s arms to lean over (Y/n)’s belly again.

“Hi, Baby!” Yelena says again. “It’s your big sister! I love you, Baby!” Yelena cuddles (Y/n)’s belly.

Daisy’s eyes are warm with affection as she gazes down at the little girl. Then, she looks up, meeting (Y/n)’s gaze. (Y/n)’s gaze is sleepy, but full of affection and love.

Daisy shifts forward a little, pressing a soft kiss to (Y/n)’s cheek.

(Y/n) smiles up at Daisy.

“Come on, Love,” Daisy tickles Yelena’s stomach, and Yelena squirms, giggling. “It’s bedtime. Mommy’s tired.” Daisy slides off the bed.

Yelena pouts a little, but she gives (Y/n)’s belly another short cuddle, before letting (Y/n) press a loving kiss on her cheek.

Yelena holds out her arms, and Daisy scoops her up.

“Good night, Mommy! Good night, Baby!” Yelena says over Daisy’s shoulder.

“Night, sweetheart,” (Y/n) replies sleepily.

When Daisy returns, a few minutes later, she finds (Y/n) asleep, snoring softly.

Daisy’s gaze softens. Walking over to the other side of the bed, Daisy covers (Y/n) with the sheets and the comforter.

Daisy climbs into bed, and (Y/n) shifts unconsciously towards Daisy’s warmth.

Daisy smiles, resting her chin on (Y/n)’s head.

Word Count: 1049 words

Skye / Daisy Johnson x Fem!Reader Taglist:

@imapotato

@confusinggemini612

@marie45019

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Skye / Daisy Johnson Masterlist + Taglist

Series Masterlists:

The Skye’s Tsunami (DISCONTINUED)- Masterlist

The Sky's The Limit - Masterlist

The Temple - Skye x Coulson!Avenger!Reader

OneShots / Blurbs:

Sunshine (Daisy Johnson x Romanoff!Reader)

Fire (Daisy Johnson x Pyro!Reader)

The Portal (Daisy Johnson x Simmons!Reader)

Blessings (Daisy x Romanoff!Reader)

SHIELD Law (Daisy x Coulson!Reader)

The Memories (Nat x Yelena x Sister!Reader; Daisy Johnson x Fem!Reader)

Spiderwoman (Daisy x Parker!Reader)

Fires and Quakes (Skye x Inhuman!R)

Paper Rings (Dais x Singer!R)

Defense (Skye x Barton!R)

Skye / Daisy Johnson Taglists:

Skye / Daisy Johnson x Fem!Reader:

@imapotato

@confusinggemini612

@marie45019

The Sky's the Limit (Skye / Daisy Johnson x Fem!Reader Series):

@imapotato

@confusinggemini612

@marie45019