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Sometimes Life Gets in the Way (Peter Parker x Reader)

Warnings: ANGST. LIKE HOLY CRAP THERE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS MUCH ANGST. IT WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE SMUT, BUT I’M SITTING HERE CRYING. THERE IS ALSO SMUT; minors do not read. Probably swearing, this is a female reader. I know I said that most of these would be a gender neutral reader, but from now on, I’ll just specify both of them.

There will probably be more female reader ones posted since those are easier for me to write and I relate with them more. I don’t specify anything about apperance in any of my fics, so hair colour, skin colour, and size don’t matter. The only thing is, I write a shorter reader since I would personally have to tilt my head back to make eye contact with any of the heroes. I’m not as short as some people, but I’m definitely not the tallest in my friend group. And if I make a character that much taller than you, just picture the actors bigger, or put that lovely imagination of yours to good use. Instead of 4 inch heels, maybe you just make up for that in legs, loves. I hope you enjoy this!

Word Count: 9594 (Officially the longest thing I’ve written!)

You had been dating Peter Parker for the last 3 years, and you had been best friends for the last 13. You were there when he got bit by the spider that gave him his powers, and although you didn’t get any, you were a superhero in your own right. You weren’t the daughter of one of the Avengers, nor were you related to any of them. You did see Clint as a father figure, but as you had known him since birth, it made sense. Your parents were SHIELD agents, and they died about 3 years ago, just a few weeks after you started dating Peter. Since you had no family, and were old enough to throw a punch, (you live in New York, let’s be real here,) SHIELD allowed you to work with the Avengers, since your parents were high-level agents and you grew up running around Stark Tower. You and Peter often teamed up, Spiderman and Shadow, and while neither of you told Ned or MJ, you didn’t feel like you needed to blurt out the secret since there was one other person your age that knew.

Throughout the last few years, Tony had allowed you and Peter to move into the Avengers Compound, you had both graduated highschool last week, so now you were moving in full time.

“We did it, princess.” Peter said, flopping down on his new bed. While moving into the Compound, the both of you had only stayed there for weekend visits and breaks because of school, so nothing was ever set up the way you wanted it, nor was it the way you left it.

“Damn right we did, sweetie.” You replied, laying down next to him.

“Cuddles and movies until we fall asleep?” He asked, giving you his puppy dog eyes and shifting closer.

“Pete, gross. We’re both all sweaty from lifting boxes, hanging posters and clothes, and just generally organizing shit. And it’s July in New York. It’s fucking hot. If anything, I want to lay under a fan and know that you’re still here with me.”

“Alright, Y/N. What if we both take cool showers and sit in the main room where the ventilation is better? We can grab some snacks and call it date night?”

You rolled your eyes and smiled, “How is it you never fail to make me agree?”

“Because you love me.” He replied cheekily.

“I do love you.” You kissed his cheek and stood up, leaving his room and heading to yours to shower. “Meet in 30?” You asked, calling behind you.

“Sounds good! I’ll pop the popcorn!”

“I’ll bring the candy and drinks!”

~~~~~~~~~~

45 minutes later, you and Peter were both wearing a t-shirt and shorts, had turned the big fan on in the main room, and were cuddled up watching Empire Strikes Back, since you had rolled your eyes and let Peter pick again. You were, admittedly, a nerd, but you never understood his fascination with Star Wars. You had both fought aliens and had both been to space, you didn’t exactly get how some guy with daddy issues was gonna save the whole universe, but you never mentioned it to Peter. Mostly because he was gonna try to explain it, and no matter how many times he did, you just gave him that look that said “I love you, and I love that you care about this, but don’t drag me into it.” And without fail, he stopped.

“Are you sure you’re okay with watching it?” Peter asked. “I know you don’t really like Star Wars.”

You threw your feet over his lap and snuggled further into his side, Peter wrapped one arm behind your back and the other across your feet, effectively protecting the popcorn bowl from falling. “Since I’ll be asleep once I finish my popcorn, yeah, this is fine, babe.

Tony picked this moment to walk in. “Ooh, are you watching Star Wars?” He then saw the two of you snuggled up together. “Really? You two are gonna sit that close?”

“We’ve been dating for 3 years, and you’re interrupting date night, Mr. Stark.” Peter explained as you yawned and shifted to sit even closer to Peter, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Y/N, how are you sleeping through this?” Tony asked, sitting on the couch with the both of you.

“We watch this movie somewhere between one and ten times a month, and have for at least a year and a half.” You told him.

“Plus, she’s not a huge Star Wars fan.”

“How dare you?”

“I like Harry Potter, shut up.” You nuzzled into Peter and kissed his shoulder softly. “Good night, I love you.” You mumbled, falling asleep already.

“Damn, she usually makes it a little further than that.” Peter chuckled softly. “Good night, princess, I love you too.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, you woke up in Peter’s room, in his bed, without Peter. “Uh, JARVIS, where’s Peter?” You asked softly.

“Mr. Parker is making breakfast in the main kitchen, Miss L/N.” The AI responded at the same level, Tony’s coding to the rescue again, although it was probably to deal with his hangovers, it was helpful for the rest of you nonetheless. Putting on one of Peter’s your shirts and a different pair of shorts, with pockets for your phone, you walked softly into the kitchen to find Peter making pancakes with all your favourite toppings. You looked at him lovingly for a minute before walking up behind him and wrapping him in a hug.

“Oh, baby girl. It’s just you.”

“Missed you, honey,” you told him, planting kisses across his bare back, since Peter always slept without a shirt. “Woke up alone and the bed was cold.”

He turned around in your arms and kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed after our long day yesterday.”

“Thank you.” You said softly, sitting down at the island so he could keep cooking. “You’re the best.”

“Only for you, princess.”

Sam walked in at that moment, presumably coming back from his run with Steve. “Holy shit, the kid is built!” Peter went to say something in response, but just kind of zoned out in Sam’s direction.

“Peter,” you snapped him out of his daze, “sweetheart, the pancakes.”

“Right, thank you, Y/N.” He said, turning back to the stove and flipping the pancakes.

“Leave him alone, Sammy, we had a long day yesterday.” You told him, getting back up to start the coffee machine.

“Oh, what, moving?”

“We woke up at 4AM, packed everything the two of us had in May’s apartment into boxes and garbage bags, carried them all onto the subway because Happy was too busy sleeping to pick us up and Mr. Stark was out at a gala of sorts or whatever. We somehow missed our stop because we both fell asleep, had to wait at the station until a different train showed up to take us back, caught a bus that brought us to the main road, 20 minutes from the front gates, and we had to lug all of our stuff with us the whole time. And we still had to set everything up, and it was noon by the time we actually got here. In the rain the whole time, nonetheless.” You explained, nicking a berry out of Peter’s bowl of fruit.

“Oh, kiddos. Why didn’t you call one of us? We would’ve picked you up so you didn’t have to do that.” Steve said, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“We called all of you, Captain.” Peter said, loading up a plate with pancakes for you and putting new ones in the pan. “You, Mr. White Wolf, and Mr. Wilson were all sparring in the gym because it was raining and you didn’t want to run outside. Ms. Romanoff was visiting Mr. Barton on the farm, so neither of them could come get us; Dr. Banner was sleeping since he Hulked out on the last mission, Mr. Thor and Mr. Loki are off-world, and we’re, frankly, both terrified of calling Dr. Strange or Mr. Wong when it’s not an emergency, so we didn’t bother. The Guardians aren’t here, neither is Captain Marvel, and Mr. Lang is in San Francisco with Hope, Hank, and Cassie.”

“Plus, neither Maximoff twin can drive.” You added, pouring coffee into your favourite mug.

Steve sighed, “Kiddos, we would’ve stopped training if you had told us what you needed. If you had called back and said that no one else could help you, we would’ve gotten one of the cars and grabbed all your stuff for you.” He took the coffee pot once you were done with it, and poured coffee into his favourite mug.

“Well, Captain, you could’ve just helped us the first time when we mentioned moving, rain, and the lack of Mr. Stark.” You said softly, cutting into your pancakes. You shoved your fork into your mouth and closed your eyes in bliss, moaning softly. “Peter, holy fuck,” you swallowed, “these are the best pancakes ever.” When you opened your eyes, Peter was flushed and staring at you with his jaw dropped slightly, Sam was smirking and glancing between the two of you, and Steve was also flushed while sipping at his coffee.

“Oh, shit, where are my manners? Captain Rogers, Mr. Wilson, do you wanna have breakfast with us?” Peter asked, plating up more pancakes. Steve took the plate out of his hands gratefully, and slid the syrup away from you.

“Thanks, kid.” He said, sitting next to you, before taking a bite. “Oh my God, Y/N’s right, these are the best pancakes ever.”

“Okay, well, now I have to try them, Spidey. If you two don’t mind us interrupting your breakfast date and fuck.” Sam said, sitting next to Steve.

“Date and what?” You said, sputtering into your coffee.

“Oh, I know you know what the word means, you use it all the time. Plus did you not see the way he just looked at you? You guys just need to fuck and he’ll be fine.” Sam explained.

“I- uh- we-” You started, eloquently as ever.

“We haven’t- both still-” Peter continued, stammering as he dealt with the pancakes.

“Not that far- virgins- just- haven’t done it.” You finished the sentence together, both blushing messes as you turned back to your heavenly pancakes and Peter slid a plate towards Sam, who took the syrup from Steve.

“Oh, well, kids, you just needed to do it. It’s nothing to be worried about.” Sam said.

Steve shook his head, “Sam, you know it’s not always that easy. Plus they’re still kids. They’re not even both 18 yet, you know that.”

You glanced between the two, not knowing what to say, and having finished your pancakes already, you stood, putting your plate in the sink and kissing Peter’s cheek. “Thank you for breakfast, baby.” You headed downstairs to Tony’s lab to help him with anything he needed today. You did see him as a bit of an uncle figure, not that you’d ever tell him that.

“Good morning, kiddo.” He said, acknowledging you after you handed him a coffee mug.

“Were you down here all night?” You said, sitting in the back seat of one of his old cars.

“No, just for a couple hours. Did I hear Sam and Steve come into the kitchen while you and Peter were having a breakfast date?”

“Yeah, Sam told us we just need to fuck.”

Tony sputtered on his drink in a similar fashion to what you had done not even 20 minutes ago. “What? But you guys haven’t made it that far yet!” You didn’t even say anything, you just gave him the ‘no shit, really?’ look. “I know. I know you know that. But can I ask how far you have gone?”

“Honestly?”

“Please.” He said, clinking his mug with yours.

“Well..” you started, trying to buy yourself time, “I mean we cuddle all the time, and we’ve kissed.” You shrugged a little. “Any time it’s gone to go further than that, either we’ve had a mission, or someone else has walked in, or May came home and neither of us felt right doing anything more than kissing with her home.” You said, looking anywhere but Tony.

“That’s okay, kiddo. Have you made out or just kissing?” He asked softly.

“What’s the difference?”

“Tongue.”

You snorted softly in derision, “Just kissing then.” You paused, trying to get your thoughts straight. “I dunno, Mr. Stark. It’s not that I don’t wanna do it with Peter, I do! I just really don’t know anything. Like I mean, I know stuff in theory and I know how things work, but execution and actually doing things is very different than just knowing about it.”

“Don’t worry about it, kiddo. You’ll both know what to do when the time is right.” Tony said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You rested your head on his shoulder. “I dunno, Mr. Stark. I’m just really nervous about it.” You put your mug down on one of the tables DUM-E had moved closer to you and Tony, and Tony put his mug down on the other side of the car.

“Hey,” he tilted your head up towards him, “you and I both know that Peter will take care of you. If you ask him to go slow, he will; no matter what you ask him to do, he will, okay?” He pulled you into a hug, and you closed your eyes as you rested your forehead in the crook of his neck. “I promise you, there’s no need to be nervous, okay?”

“I know, I’m just overthinking it. I always overthink everything. It’s stupid, I’m sorry, you probably don’t even care.”

“Of course I care. My father was terrible, and he was so pissed when he found out that I had lost my virginity before marriage. I don’t care if you and Peter want to do it and then you end up breaking up, that happens. I just want you two to be safe, and there’s no need to be nervous since everybody can see how much you love each other. You are both virgins, right?”

“Yeah, I mean, we’ve been together for 3 years, Tony. And like 3 weeks after we got together was when my parents were killed. And while it was hard to grieve my mom, since she was always crazy busy, and just crazy in general.. I miss my dad. He wasn’t always the best dad, and yeah, he missed some concerts and school trips, but they were both SHIELD agents, so I understood as I got older. But he was always there when I needed him, and he let me do things that my mom wouldn’t, like watch movies, play video games my mom would never have allowed me to even own, and he let me run around with Peter, Ned, MJ.” A few tears slipped down your face and you nuzzled further into Tony’s shoulder. “God, Tony, I miss him. Why did he have to go?”

“I know,” he rubbed your back, “I know, sweetie.” You let out a soft sob and curled your fingers into Tony’s shirt. He kept whispering words of reassurance to you and after a few minutes, he saw Peter coming into the lab, with damp hair and one of your favourite shirts of his, evidently having showered after breakfast.

You felt yourself being lifted into someone’s arms, and you opened your eyes a little and saw a very watery Peter. “Hey, hey, baby girl, you’re okay. I’m right here.” He carried you back upstairs to his bedroom, and went next door to your room to grab your favourite stuffed animal. It was a white rabbit with a pink lace scarf that you had named Ruby after your dad had won it for you at Coney Island when you were a kid. Peter came back, handed you Ruby, and wrapped his arms around you as you cried.

Much like Tony had just a few minutes ago, Peter whispered words of reassurance to you until the crying had stopped and you were left dehydrated and sniffling. “Can I go grab you some Gatorade or water?” You shook your head, attempting to burrow further into his chest while squeezing Ruby to yours. “Okay, okay. That’s alright. JARVIS, would you get someone to grab some Gatorade or water for Y/N?” Peter asked softly.

“Of course, Mr. Parker.” The AI responded at the same level, and a moment later there was a knock on the door.

“Kiddos?” Clint said softly. “Are you okay in there? Can I come in?”

“You can come in, Mr. Barton. I’m okay, but Y/N’s been crying pretty hard.”

Clint opened the door and poked his head in to find you curled into Peter, much like you were after you were told about your parents dying. He passed Peter two bottles of Gatorade and two reusable water bottles, one for each of you, although, from the looks of it, you needed it more. “Hey sweetie.” Clint said softly. You waved your hand a little in response. “Can I ask why we’re crying today?”

“Dad.” You signed, remembering a little of what Clint had taught you.

“We’re missing Dad?” You nodded. “That’s okay. Remember that philosophy I taught you? There’s a box, and that box has a button and a ball in it. Every time that ball hits the button, you get sad, and the ball is your grief. At first, the ball is always touching the button, but after a while, as the ball gets smaller, it hits the button less and less often. Your ball bounced right into the button today, and that’s okay. You wanna tell us what happened, maybe something caused this?”

“JARVIS.” Still not trusting your voice, since you were prone to start crying again, you fingerspelled the word.

“JARVIS? Oh, he’ll explain it to us?” Clint asked, wrapping an arm around you. You nodded again as JARVIS began to explain everything to your boyfriend and your father figure. “Oh, sweetie. I’m sorry. I can’t even imagine how hard this must be for you.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N/N, I didn’t even think about how hard graduation was for you. Now, you want the red gatorade or the blue gatorade?”

“Red please.” You whispered. Peter handed you the bottle and put a straw in it so that you didn’t have to tilt your head back or sit up. You sipped at it slowly before nuzzling back into Peter. “I want my Daddy back,” you sniffled, nosing at the collar of his shirt.

“I know, I know you do, princess. I wish he could be here for you too.” He allowed a couple of tears to slip down his face as Clint got up to give the two of you some privacy.

Clint let his head rest against the door for a moment after shutting it behind him, muttering, “These kids will be the death of us,” before going off to find Nat and some of the others to give an update on your both.

You felt something wet against your cheek, and it wasn’t one of your tears, so you pulled your head out of the crook of Peter’s neck. “Baby, please don’t cry.” You said, sniffling.

“But Y/N/N, I wanna help you, but I can’t. I can’t bring your dad back, I can’t make you less upset about it, and I don’t know how to help you grieve.” Peter told you, sniffling and wiping at his eyes.

You pressed your forehead to his, “I don’t need you to do any of that for me, love.” You sniffled again, wishing not for the first time that crying didn’t come with a runny nose. “Besides, one of us needs to be mentally stable, and it’s definitely not me.”

Peter sniffled again after chuckling, “It’s not me either, princess.”

“Mentally unstable orphans for the win?” You asked, chuckling.

“That checks out, baby girl. But I’m not sure we’re winning, to be fair.” He responded, placing a small kiss on your lips. “But how can I help you feel better now? What do you want?”

“You.” You replied softly, looking away from his questioning gaze and taking another sip of your Gatorade.

“Me? What do you mean by that, sweetheart?” You pressed your lips to his firmly, and cautiously licked his bottom lip. “You uh, you want me like that?”

“Of course I do, Peter. I know you’d never hurt me, I’m always safe with you and I trust you. I want you to be my first.”

He exhaled deeply, “Oh thank fuck. I want you to be my first too, Y/N. But you want it now?”

“We don’t have to if you aren’t ready.” You said, linking your hands behind his neck.

“I mean, I’m ready, princess, I’m just kinda worried that you might not be.”

You kissed him softly and cupped his face in your hands. “Okay. In a couple days?”

“Sure, baby girl.”

~~~~~~~~~~

That was three full days ago, and you were dying. You had been horny as shit for the past week, but with graduation and moving you were too tired to do anything about it. Plus then, Peter wasn’t sure you were in the right mental state to do anything with you and it all just culminated into you wanting to jump his bones.

You groaned while writing out some reaction formulas for chemistry, it wasn’t homework, it was for Bruce, since he had hired you as his lab assistant. Peter worked under Tony, as he preferred to be more hands on in his work; and you worked under Bruce since you preferred to be a little more theoretical. While experiments were always fun, you loved predicting what would happen before the two of you did the actual experiment. But you had been sitting in the lab all day trying to figure out all of this shit.

“Sweetheart?” Peter asked. “Are you alright?”

You shifted in your seat again, “I just can’t get comfortable, honey. I’m alright. It’s been a long day.”

Peter kissed your head softly, “Are you sure that’s all, princess?” He whispered, pressing his chest to your back. “I can smell you.” He muttered into your ear.

“I’m good,” you whimpered softly.

“Are you sure about that, baby girl?” Peter lifted you over his shoulder and carried you upstairs.

“Uh, kiddo? Where are you going?” Tony asked when Peter got to the top of the stairs.

“Just gotta take care of something, Mr. Stark. We’ll see you in the morning.” He replied, walking away.

“Peter! What are you doing?!” You exclaimed as Peter chuckled and walked into the kitchen.

“That’s a good question, kiddo. What are you doing?” Bucky asked, eyeing the two of you suspiciously.

Peter chuckled again, “I just gotta take care of my girl, Mr. White Wolf, sir.”

“T-take care of your girl?” You asked from your place on his shoulder.

“That is what you wanted, isn’t it, princess?” He asked, worried.

“I-oh wait, you mean like that?!”

“Yes?”

“Oh,” you paused, “then mush, baby. Go.” You smacked his ass.

Bucky laughed, “I’d say ‘let us know how it goes’, but between the two of you, you’ll turn into a shade of tomato and we won’t know anything.” You blushed and swatted at Peter’s ass lightly.

“I’m going, baby girl. I’m going.” Peter chuckled, blushing as he walked away. “Your room or mine?” He asked softly.

“I don’t care. You pick.”

Peter walked into his room, as it was closer, and threw you softly onto the bed. You sat up, grabbed his face, and pulled it to yours. The kiss was messy, messier than either of you had ever had. “You’re really excited, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“I want you, Peter.”

“We gotta take it slow, baby. I don’t wanna hurt you.” Plus, I don’t know what I’m doing, he added in his head.

“Okay, I know you won’t, but okay.” You breathed out.

“We need a safe word, just in case of anything.” He said softly.

“Pineapple.” You told him, it being the first thing that came to mind.

He chuckled softly, “Pineapple?”

“Yeah,” you replied, “pineapple.”

“Works for me,” he told you, kissing your lips again, before kissing both your cheeks, and working to under your ear with his lips.

“Peter,” you whined, “touch me.”

“I am touching you, princess. You’ll have to use your words.” He replied.

“Oh, please don’t tease me. I want your hands on my tits, Pete.”

He continued kissing down your neck until he got to the collar of your shirt. “Can I take this off?” He asked. You nodded. “Words, baby.”

“Yes, you can take it off.” Peter pulled your shirt over your head and threw it on the floor. You pulled him down with you and you laid back down and kissed him again. “Fuck, Peter, I never wanna stop kissing you.” You tugged at his collar, “Off, please.”

Pulling his shirt off, Peter planted himself on his elbows, hovering over you. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, please keep going.” You were taking deep breaths, trying to keep your heart rate at a normal level.

“Are you sure?”

“Please, Peter. Please don’t stop. Please touch me.” You begged.

Peter kissed you softly, “Like that, baby?” You moved his hands to cup your tits through your bra, and kissed him again. “Can I take it off?” He asked, pulling back.

“Yes, please.” You told him, arching your back so he could reach the clip. Peter undid your bra, and threw it on the ground with both your shirts.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby.” He said, planting his face in your tits. Peter kissed, licked, sucked, and lightly bit at them while sliding one of his hands down your stomach.

“Oh, fuck, Peter. It feels so good, please don’t stop.” You praised him and he stiffened. “Are you alright, honey?” You asked softly.

“I liked that,” he mumbled into your tits, “the praise. I like it.”

“Yeah? You want me to tell you you’re doing a good job?” You asked, sitting up on your elbows.

He whimpered, kissing down the rest of your torso. “Please.” When Peter got to the waistband of your shorts, he slid off the bed and kissed up each of your legs until he got to the hem of each leg. “Can I take these off?” He asked.

“Yes, you can take them off, sweet boy. You’re making me feel so good, Peter.”

Peter visibly shuddered at your praise before pulling your shorts down your thighs. “Oh my God, baby girl, you’re so wet. I can see it through your panties.” He snapped the waistband of them against your hip, “And these?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, Yes, please.” He had barely even touched you and you were so warm and honestly ready to just fuck yourself soon if he didn’t. Peter slid your panties down and off your feet throwing them with all of your other clothes.

He slipped one of his fingers between your thighs, and pulled them open a little further with his other hand. “Is this alright?”

“If you stop, I’ll kill you.” You told him, leaning back onto the bed instead of continuing to rest on your elbows.

Peter sucked small hickies across your inner thighs and slid one finger through your wetness before pushing just the top of it into you. You gasped. “Are you okay?

“Yeah,” you said breathlessly, “I’m okay, it just feels weird.”

“Good weird?” He asked.

“Good weird.” You replied. “Just give me a minute.”

After a few moments, you tangled your fingers into Peter’s curls and squeezed lightly. “Are you good, baby girl?”

“Yeah, you can go.” You said softly, amazed at how gentle Peter was being. Not that you didn’t think Peter would be gentle with you, but you had heard horror stories of the first times of some of the girls in your graduating class. The guys didn’t care enough to prep them, none of them came, and so much other shit. Since a lot of your time of self-discovery was spent being a superhero and grieving the loss of your parents, you had never really even masturbated, you didn’t know a lot that you should.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, no, baby. You’re good. Feels good.”

“You’ve been quiet.”

“Sorry, honey. I was thinking about what I heard some of the other girls saying after their first time. You’re being so gentle.” You smiled at him, sitting up on the elbow that didn’t have a hand in Peter’s hair.

He smiled back up at you, pressing his one finger in a little further. “Of course I am, princess. I love you, I wanna take care of you.”

You gripped his hair a little tighter as he did, before releasing it and letting your fingers just play with the curls. “Thank you. Will you let me take care of you too?”

“Of course I will.” He told you, kissing your hip bone as he did.

“KIDS!” There was pounding on Peter’s door.

“Don’t come in here!” You both exclaimed.

Steve, Sam, and Clint all burst through the door at once, and Peter threw himself on top of you so they wouldn’t see anything. “Woah, what the fuck!”

“We said ‘don’t come in here’!” You yelled at them while Peter busied himself with sucking a hickey on your neck.

“Are you even wearing-” Sam started.

“Get out! Whatever it is, you can wait 2 minutes for us to get dressed.” The three nodded, backed out of the room, and shut the door. You pushed Peter off you lightly, “Another time, love. It’s okay.”

Peter stood up and passed you your clothes. “I know. We’ll figure it out.” He threw his shirt back on and turned around for you to get dressed.

You chuckled at his chivalry, “Peter, you’ve seen me naked.” You started putting your clothes back on as you watched his blush spread to his arms.

“KIDS!” Steve called again.

“We’re coming, Captain!” Peter responded. You clipped your bra behind your back and threw your shirt on over your head.

You grabbed Peter’s hand and squeezed it lightly as you both walked out of his room. “We got this. It just wasn’t the right time.”

He wrapped his arm around you, “Yeah, we got this, baby girl.” Peter told you, kissing your forehead. “You did good.”

“Please say that again.”

“What?” He asked, pausing for a moment before it dawned on him. “Oh, you wanna be my good girl?” Peter whispered in your ear.

“Please.” You whimpered softly.

“Please what, kiddo?” Sam asked as you both walked into the meeting room where everyone else was.

“Please get me out of this boring meeting before it’s even started.” You fired back.

“Normally we wouldn’t have interrupted you, kiddos.” Tony started.

“Especially knowing what the two of you were doing.” Bucky interjected.

“But we have some news.” Tony finished.

“Y/N, we’ve found the people who killed your parents.” Steve said.

Your face dropped and quickly contorted into anger from the sarcastic smirk it had been in moments earlier. “What?”

“Yeah, we’re heading out in the morning to take care of them.” You stormed out of the room and went to god-knows-where, to work out your anger.

Peter went to follow you, but stopped in the doorway before leaving, “Captain, do you have any idea what we were doing before you walked in?” He asked.

“Yeah, kid, I do.” Steve replied softly.

“Do you now have any idea what Y/N/N is gonna associate that with?” He continued.

“Is that really all you’re worried about, Peter? Sex?” Clint asked.

“Of course not!” He shouted. “I’m worried about Y/N! I’m always worried about Y/N! She was already not in a great headspace, happy that I was actually gonna take care of her instead of what most guys do at our age! She heard from other girls that the guy essentially just uses them as a tool to get off instead of caring about them and giving them pleasure! And now she’s gonna be slipping into the headspace she’s in now every time we go to do anything because she’s gonna go from flirty to angry because she’s gonna associate flirting to immediately followed by bad news! And who’s gonna have to pick up the pieces? Me! Because none of you give enough shits to take care of her!” Peter stormed out, following you and asking JARVIS to find you.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, JARVIS woke you and Peter up early so you could get ready for the mission. You spent the half an hour before breakfast grumbling about needing a mission today, being interrupted last night, somebody just had to surface last fucking night from killing your parents three fucking years ago, and many more things Peter couldn’t make out. You were not having a good morning.

“Hey kiddo.” Steve said softly, sitting next to you on the jet. “I’m sorry about last night. We should’ve waited until after or this morning.”

“It’s alright, Captain. I understand it needed to be said.” You replied, trying to not spend the entire plane ride crying.

Peter pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry as well, Captain. I shouldn’t have blown up at any of you last night. So, I’m sorry too.” He paused to sniffle. “The death of Y/N’s parents hit us both hard, and hearing that their killers resurfaced in a moment where we were already emotional didn’t make things better.”

Clint knelt at your feet and grabbed both your hands. “We shouldn’t have sprung anything on you last night. We’re all sorry. Next time you two are getting to it, JARVIS won’t let any of us interrupt you.”

“It’s being called the “BOOOOONE?!” protocol.” JARVIS said, playing the clip of Captain Holt from Brooklyn Nine-Nine. This caused you both to start chuckling, you into watery laughs and Peter giggling in a much higher register than normal.

~~~~~~~~~~

When the jet landed, you were the last one out, right behind Peter. The plan was- actually, there wasn’t a plan, you were just gonna storm the place and kick ass. Most importantly, you were going to kick ass. Somebody was gonna pay.

“Y/N L/N,” someone said from behind you as you all entered the building. “Daughter of Agent Y/D/N L/N and Agent Y/M/N L/N.” You and Peter turned around. “Girlfriend of Spiderman, official Avenger, and top of her graduating class at Midtown High.” The shadowy person continued. [Your Dad’s Name and Your Mom’s Name]

“Wait, I thought I was top of the class.” Peter said.

You sighed softly, “Nope, I was.”

“We’ve been watching you, Y/N. Or do you prefer Shadow now?” You felt Tony’s metal hand at your back and you knew all the Avengers were behind you as you faced this mysterious figure.

“Who are you?” You asked, taking a step back. The person took a step into the light, they were wearing a hood so you couldn’t see their face, but you recognized their build from somewhere. This was someone you knew at some point.

“I’m your worst nightmare, kiddo.” They said, walking to a computer you hadn’t noticed and pulling up security footage. “Did anyone ever tell you how your parents died?”

“On a mission, they were infiltrating a HYDRA base.” You said softly.

While clicking on the computer mouse, his hood fell off. It was your dad’s best friend from when you were little, but why couldn’t you remember his name? He pushed you and Peter on the swings, babysat when your parents were on date night, it was- “Uncle Brock?”

“Rumlow?” Steve asked gruffly at the same time you did.

“Surprise, kiddo. I told you, worst nightmare stuff here.” He continued clicking, and eventually a video popped up on the wall next to him.

“Daddy?” You said softly as his face popped up on the screen.

“Sweetheart, if you’re seeing this, then I am so sorry. I lied to you, this mission was always risky, and your mom and I aren’t gonna make it back. I know I gave you false hope, but I couldn’t leave without making you smile one last time. I hope you and Peter are happy, he’s always been able to make you smile. If I don’t make it back, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Uncle Brock, he’s been a double agent this whole time, he works for HYDRA, and has been taking everything from SHIELD and using it to take us down.” It was at this point that Bucky pulled a gun on him, remembering him from his HYDRA days. “And your mom, sweetie. I’m so sorry, I made a bad choice. Your mom works for HYDRA too, sweetheart. I tried as hard as I could to protect you, but this mission is gonna go south since my entire circle of trust has lied to me this whole time. I’m going in blind on this one, and I’m not gonna make it back, for your birthday or anything else. I love you, sweetheart. Take care of yourself, and take care of Peter too. I know she doesn’t always show it, but your mom loves you too. I love you, sweetheart.” Your dad kissed his fingers and then held them to the camera, which he always did when you video called him on long missions. The camera shut off, and some footage from a different camera popped up after.

“How could you?” Your dad asked Uncle Brock, who had him chained to a wall. “How could you do this to Y/N? You know it’s her birthday this week, and I promised I’d make it back.”

“Don’t tell me you’re actually still a true SHIELD agent?”

“Of course I am! SHIELD and the Avengers are doing what’s right! Playing both sides of the field is cheating, and I know that’s not the only cheating you’ve been doing. Either of you! You should both be ashamed of yourselves.” He shouted as your mom walked into view.

“How did you find out?” She said.

Your dad chuckled, “Even Stark’s noticed the longing looks you send towards each other, and he’s the least observant person I’ve ever met. You could let me just take Y/N and leave, and then you two can be happy. It’s not like you ever actually showed any affection towards her. You at least pretended, Brock. But you, Y/M/N? I didn’t know a mother could be so cold to her own flesh and blood.”

Any conversation from there was muted, or there wasn’t any. You couldn’t tell, as you watched your mother shoot your father in the leg. After that, you watched as Brock Rumlow shot your mother in the heart and then head, followed by your father. He then shot himself in the leg, presumably as an alibi to feed to Fury when he was the only one left standing.

“You killed my dad.” You said, dropping to your knees in tears. “But you pushed me and Peter on the swings, you babysat us when May and Ben were working and Daddy was taking Mom out for date night. Daddy trusted you! You were his best friend and you killed him! He- we- we were gonna build a giant blanket fort and watch movies and play video games. Mom couldn’t get the day off, so Daddy was gonna take me to Coney Island, and we were gonna play all the games. We were gonna do everything like my birthdays when I was little.” You sniffled. “But it wasn’t that Mom couldn’t get the day off, was it? She didn’t want the day off. Because she didn’t want me. Because she wanted to spend time with you!” You yelled.

Peter knelt next to you, wrapping his arms around you. “It’s okay, princess. Let it out.”

“Daddy promised to be home for my birthday, yet I spent my birthday planning his fucking funeral! Do you know how many 15 year olds have to plan their parents' funerals on their birthday, with only help from my best friend- my boyfriend, and Daddy’s co-workers? Nobody! Because nobody is cruel enough to kill both parents of a 14 year old girl, while sleeping with her mother for who knows how many goddamn years, days before her birthday while knowing that they made a promise to come back!

“Daddy promised that he was coming back, that it would be a short mission. In and out, get the information and leave. And now I know how long those missions take! I’ve done those missions by myself! He should’ve been home hours, days before you got off that plane with your fake-ass sad face and your self-inflicted bullet wound! You pretended to have to be the bearer of bad news, but you are the reason he’s dead! You are the reason Daddy didn’t see me graduate! You are the reason Daddy doesn’t know that I got into NYU! You are the reason that I wake up in cold sweats at night, having dreamt about Daddy getting off that plane with you, not in the urn. YOU KILLED MY DAD!” You screamed, sobbing into Peter’s suit.

You pulled your gun out of its holster and shot until you ran out of bullets. One hit the computer monitor ‘Uncle Brock’ had been working with, one embedded itself in the wall the screen was located on, and four landed across Brock’s torso, bringing him to his knees.

“Get her out of here, Queens.” Bucky said, placing a hand on Peter’s back. “We’ll take it from here.”

Peter quickly swung you back to the jet, and pulled the mask off you use to hide your face from cameras and enemies. “Princess?” He asked softly, pulling his own mask off. “Can I get you anything?” You shook your head, he webbed you some Gatorade out of the mini-fridge Tony kept, just in case of emergency. “Drink, you’re probably really dehydrated.” You took the Gatorade from him and sipped at it slowly, silently thanking Peter.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was a week later when you finally got out of bed yourself for something other than to use the bathroom or shower. You were still carrying around Ruby, as the last thing your dad had gotten you that was sentimental. And you were cuddled up in one of Peter’s hoodies, but you were wearing your dad’s old socks, rotating through a few pairs he always wore in the winter when the house got cold. You wandered into the main room of the Compound, knowing that that’s where everyone would be. You had sent Peter away a few hours earlier, knowing that he was hungry, and was probably tired of sitting in dark silence other than your sobs for about a week.

“Hey, kiddo.” Clint said softly. “What are you doing here? Did you need something? Did you want Peter back?” He asked.

You shook your head and wrapped him in a hug. “I’m so sorry.” Those three words came out of your mouth, but they were barely audible.

“Kiddo, you don’t need to apologize for anything.” He said, picking you up. “You’re going through the entire grief process again, knowing what really happened has reopened up all the old wounds. You’re grieving, kiddo, and it’s okay.”

“You never should’ve been on that mission with us. We never should’ve said anything about it.” Tony said softly, having paused their TV show when they noticed you walk in. “Not that you can’t handle it, kiddo, but everyone knows how I reacted when I found out Barnes killed my parents. And he was brainwashed.”

You nodded. “I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that Mom never loved me. It was obvious in hindsight with how cold she always was, diminishing my achievements, and taking extra shifts whenever she could. But to shoot Daddy, to work for both HYDRA and SHIELD, to cheat on Daddy with Uncle Brock for years.. how could she do that to him?”

~~~~~~~~~~

It wasn’t until three days later that you finally went outside again, but you got Tony to drive you to where you sprinkled your dad’s ashes. You hadn’t been in years, and you hated going anywhere with dead bodies, ironic that you’re an Avenger. Tony had had a bench made for your dad specifically, since you just put your mom’s body in the ground. You sat on the bench and talked to your dad for a while, knowing that he wouldn’t couldn’t respond.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was another 2 weeks when Peter realized he’d never seen you deal with a period. Ever. You grew up together, ran around the neighbourhood for years, slept over at each other’s places. Yet he had never heard you mention anything to MJ or Aunt May about period stuff. So he asked you.

“Princess?” He asked softly one day while you were watching some dumb Netflix comedy together.

“Yeah, love?” You said, pausing the TV.

“Why haven’t you ever said anything about having a period?”

“Oh, well, I’ve never had one.” You said, “I suppose I can’t complain too much, I hear they’re killer.”

“You’ve never had one? And you never thought to get anything checked out?”

“It never occurred to me. But you’re right, that probably means there’s something wrong.”

So off the two of you went to go find Doctor Cho, who stopped in every now and again as the official doctor of the Avengers. “You’ve never had a period?” She asked, incredulously.

“Uh, no?” You responded, watching as she pulled up your medical files.

“It looks like your mother authorized a very invasive surgery when you were a small child to almost completely remove or destroy your reproductive organs. Y/N, I’m sorry to tell you this, but you can’t ever have kids.”

“Huh, so Mom really didn’t want the bloodline continued. I mean, that’s fine, I don’t really want kids anyways, but making the option myself might have been nice. I wonder if Daddy knew about it.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Three weeks after you found out you could never have kids, was when you told the rest of the team. Maybe during family dinner wasn’t the best idea.

“You’ve been oddly quiet, Y/N.” Steve said. “Do you wanna say something?”

“I can’t have kids.” You blurted out.

Everyone broke out yelling. “What do you mean, doll?” Bucky said, always the voice of reason.

“Peter pointed out that I’ve never talked about a period or anything, so I told him I’d never had one. He found it weird, and that was when I realized that something was up. So we went to talk to Doctor Cho, and apparently Mom almost completely removed or destroyed all my reproductive organs, without Daddy’s consent, as Pete and I discovered after looking into it. So, I essentially cannot have biological kids. Mom hated me so much at like 4 that she never wanted me to have the option to continue the bloodline.” You said, using humour as your coping mechanism at this point.

“Oh, kiddo.” Nat said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “If you need to talk to anyone about it, you can come to me. I know what it’s like to discover you don’t have bodily autonomy anymore.”

~~~~~~~~~~

It wasn’t until a month later, after plenty of conversations between you and Nat about your lack of reproductive organs, that you felt you were finally in a good place mentally (after Doctor Cho got you on some anxiety meds.) After the summer you had, you had started at NYU with Peter, and you were both praised in all your classes for already having jobs with two of the most prestigious scientists in the world, plus all your work was excellent. Tony and Bruce had allowed you both to work less, since you had both made it on full-ride scholarships, so you only had a few hours each through the week, and then Avenging if something came up. For the most part, you had your weekends off. It did come as a surprise to Peter one Friday date night though, when you came down in the prettiest dress he had ever seen you wear.

“How about we skip the moonlit picnic and go straight to dessert?” You had offered softly.

“How about that?” He tugged at his collar lightly. “Yeah, let’s do that, princess.”

The two of you stumbled back up to his room, where you had essentially moved yourself into over the past couple of months since you had moved into the Compound. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Peter.” You told him, seriously, pulling him in for a searing kiss and falling back onto the bed. “JARVIS, initiate ‘BONE’ protocol.”

“‘BOOOOONE’ protocol initiated, Miss L/N, you and Mr. Parker will not be bothered.” JARVIS responded as usual, playing the Captain Holt clip again. You and Peter chuckled softly before essentially ripping each others’ clothes off, Peter sucked some marks down your torso and slipped a hand between your thighs.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” He asked.

“Yes, please, love.” You said, spreading your legs a little further.

Peter slipped the tip of his middle finger into you, and you placed a hand on his chest to slow him down. “Are you alright?”

“Just give it a minute, you know it feels kinda weird still.” You told him softly, pulling him in for another kiss. After Peter broke the kiss, he looked at you, and you nodded. He slid his finger a little further in, and you gasped slightly in pleasure. “Oh, fuck, Peter.”

“Love?”

“No, more, please. I’m alright. It feels so good.” Peter carefully added his ring finger in addition to his middle finger and you closed your eyes and threw your head back.

“Good girl.” He muttered appreciatively, and you whimpered in pleasure. “We both have praise kinks?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you breathed out, “we do.” Peter pulled his fingers out a little and slid them back in slowly. “Again, please.” You said, Peter did it again. “You’re so good, Peter.”

Peter shivered in pleasure, “Am I?” He asked softly.

You reached down and stroked his dick softly in response, “Yeah, love, you are.” He groaned, you slid one finger along the bottom of his dick before reaching up to kiss him. “Is this gonna fit?”

“Yeah, baby girl. We’re gonna find a way to make it fit. I’ll go slow.” Peter told you, slowly sliding his pointer finger alongside the other two. He started pumping them in and out of you, like you had requested before.

“Oh, God.”

Peter chuckled. “Nope, just me, love.” He kept pumping his fingers a little faster.

“Oh, fuck. Peter, I-”

“Yeah, princess? You gonna cum?” Peter asked.

You moaned, “Yeah, yeah. Pete, I’m gonna- fuckin’ love you. Best fucking boyfriend in the world. Fuckin’ close, please.” You continued to babble as Peter softly fucked you with his fingers.

“You don’t need my permission, baby girl. If you’re gonna cum, go ahead.” With his words, you tumbled over the edge, clenching your muscles, arching your back, bucking your hips into Peter’s hand, and throwing your head backwards.

“Fuckkkkk.” You moaned.

“So beautiful, so good, cumming for me, love.” Peter continued to praise you as you were coming down from your high, stopping the movement of his fingers. When you opened your eyes again, you looked up to see Peter above you. “Hi.” He said.

“Hey.” You replied softly.

“Are you good?” He asked.

You chuckled. “I’ve never been better, love.” You told him, reaching out to stroke his dick, just to find it rock hard. “Oh, honey. You happy to see me or something?”

“You should’ve seen your face, princess.” He bucked his hips into your hand softly, pulling his fingers out of you. You whimpered and squeezed him a little tighter by accident. “Baby girl,” he groaned, “Please, fuck, can I be inside you?”

“Yes.” You said, guiding him between your legs.

“You’re clean, right? Because I am.” Peter said.

“Of course I am, you’re the only one I’ve ever been with.” Peter took over from there, slowly sliding the first bit into you. “Oh my God.”

“Can I keep going?” He asked. “Fuck, please let me keep going, baby girl.”

“Don’t stop, Pete. Please don’t stop.”

Peter slowly entered the rest of his dick into you and rested his forehead on your collarbone. “Fuck.” He said, sucking a mark there.

“Feel so fucking full.” You said, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him where he was. “Could stay like this forever, Pete.”

“KIDS!!!” You both heard someone shout.

You also heard JARVIS’ reply. “I’m sorry, Sergeant Barnes. ‘BOOOOONE’ protocol has been initiated. Mr. Parker and Ms. L/N are not to be bothered.”

Bucky started laughing his head off, “Alright JARVIS, tell them to have fun.”

“Ms.-”

“We heard him, J, thanks.” You said, wrapping your legs around Peter’s waist. “Please. Move, love.”

Peter pulled out a little before pushing back in. “I love you so much.” He whispered, brushing his nose against yours.

“I love you too. Keep going.” Peter slipped one of his hands between the two of you, and slid it lower and lower until you gasped in pleasure.

“There it is..” Peter mumbled, kissing you again.

You started babbling again, “Peter, I- fuck, gonna- I’m gonna- please.”

“Yeah, I know, princess. I’m gonna too.” He told you, his soft thrusts getting sloppier. “C’mon, baby girl. You don’t need permission.”

You arched your back into Peter’s chest and threw your head back again. “Peter, I- gonna-”

“Go ahead, love. I’m right here.” You tumbled over the edge again, gasping Peter’s name as you went. “Oh, baby girl.” He groaned. “Can- can I cum inside you?”

Coming back down from your high, you were able to respond to him. “Yeah, yeah, go ahead, Pete. Please.”

Peter only had to thrust a couple more times before he was cumming, he stilled his hips and placed his elbows on either side of your head, resting his weight on top of them. “How was that?” He asked you, breathless.

“Amazing. You did so good, love.” You kissed him gently, pushing at his chest a little. “You gotta get up though.”

“Why? Am I hurting you?” He asked, panicky. “But you did good too, princess. So good for me, like always.”

“You’re not hurting me, Pete. You’re supposed to pee after sex so you don’t get a UTI. And we should get cleaned up.” You yawned. “And maybe take a nap before we go deal with Buck.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, after you were both showered and well-rested, you went to find Bucky, since neither of you had the energy to look for him last night.

“Sergeant Barnes?” You asked, coming into the kitchen for your coffee. “Did you need us?”

Bucky only smirked at you, “No, I heard someone say that they never saw the two of you leave for date night, so I came looking. I guess that protocol came in handy after all, didn’t it?” He asked.

“Well.. yeah.” You said.

“Protocol? Which protocol? We have a million of them that affect Peter and Y/N.” Tony asked, coming up from the lab for more coffee.

“You only have one that’s a ‘do not disturb’ protocol.” Sam said, smirking alongside Bucky.

“Kiddo, the two of you?” Tony asked again. You blushed, looked down at the floor and nodded.

Peter came up next to you and kissed the side of your head. “Good morning, baby girl.”

“Mornin’ baby.” You said, still blushing.

“What’s up with you?”

“They uh- they know we had a protocol initiated last night.” You told him, not nearly awake enough to be dealing with this without coffee.

As you were fixing it up for you and Peter, you felt his arms encircle your waist. “What’s so wrong with them knowing? It means we aren’t interrupted.”

Sam choked on his coffee, “Are those scratch marks?” He asked.

“Uh, no?” You asked in response, trying to remember where your arms had been last night. “My arms were around Peter’s shoulders and my hands primarily sat at the back of his head.” You were thinking aloud, but it gave the 3 men standing there all the information they needed.

“Did you top?!” Tony exclaimed.

“Nope.” Peter stated, turning you around, boxing you against the counter lightly by putting his hands on either side of you, and kissing you.

You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, “You know, baby, I don’t think they need a visual.” The collar of Peter’s shirt that you were wearing dipped, and everyone in the room was able to see the amount of marks Peter had left across your shoulder blades and collarbones.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Bucky asked.

You glanced down and shook your head, dragging Peter back down the hall with you. “JARVIS?” They heard you say.

“Yes, Ms. L/N?”

“Initiate ‘BONE’ protocol.” The three of them started laughing, until they could hear you swearing from there.

“Hey, J?” Tony asked.

“Yes, Mr. Stark?”

“Remind me to add soundproofing Peter’s room to the ‘BONE’ protocol.”

..UHHHHHHHHH, so this was much longer than originally anticipated. It was supposed to be a short Peter Parker x Reader smut, and there is so much fucking plot in this. I’m so sorry. I’m also sorry if I made you cry in the middle somewhere, but I made myself cry writing this, so I don’t even know how sorry to be. While I did have Tom Holland’s Peter Parker in mind while writing this, you could use any of the three since it’s not specified, except Peter is a freshly graduated high school student, so do with that what you will.

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davinashifts333 · 3 years ago

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WHAT BEING FRIENDS WITH STEVE AND DATING THOR IS LIKE (THORxWITCH!S/O):

⚫️Summary; what i believe competitions, early mornings and having to choose between eating healthy or non stop eating, is caused by… dating Thor and being friends with Steve.

⚠️Warnings; swearing? funny shit, crazy stories that I can explain later, horny Thor, cockblock Steve, etc.

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-they will 100% be competitive.

-“I thought you could bench press more, you are a God aren’t you?” -Steve

-“You kind sir, are a tiny, tiny Human. Of course I can bench more.” -Thor (as he struggles to lift the 600 pounds he has on the bar because Steve is pushing down on them) 🙄

-“Y/N BRING THE WEIGHTS!!” -both of them.

-waking up at the ass crack of dawn for meetings, work outs, and breakfast.

-Thor having a 3 course meal for breakfast while Steve drinks a protein shake and watches him scarf down the food.

-You dreading saying yes to morning workouts.

-Thor trying to be flirty, horny, and a tease while you do squats and Steve being a cockblock. 🔫🙂

-“Can you not try to grope her while she works out Thor?” -Steve

-“I can’t help it. Look at her, seriously look, I don’t mind.” -Thor

-“Excuse me, I MIND.” -Y/n (as you slap his chest.)

-Thor calming down but having his way with you later while Steve, sadly, overhears.

-Steve telling you to make the protein shakes with extra pre workout to see if they’re affected by it.

-You put 23 scoops in one time.

-23. scoops. It did nothing.

-You accidentally drank a sip. It did something. (obvi you’re a witch so you could easily fix it but, you didn’t know that at the time.)

-“CALL STARK, CALL BANNER, SOMEONE. IS SHE DYING? OH MY GOD SHES DYING! ROGERS!” -Thor (as he runs frantically around the place)

-you use magic to stop your heart from beating at the 155 beats per minute it was going at.

-“She’s alright now thank you Banner, no no. She stopped her own heart. Haha. Yes, yes see you at Stark’s party.” -Thor

-“But how did you even survive the 155 bpm?” -Steve (contemplating life.)

-let’s just say your ✨magic hands✨ saved you after all.

-“Stark banned me from making the shakes… He says I was ‘seduced’ into the idiocies you two started.” -Steve

-“That’s fine, you never added much flavor. Plus Nat, Banner and Stark make them better. Sorry buddy.” -Y/n

-“Ooooo. I have to agree with my Dove, your drinks were quiet… Flavorless…” -Thor

-cue the Steve Rogers eye roll.

-being friends with Steve means being part of the original Caps Quartet (you replace Clint) with him, Nat and Sam.

-dating Thor means you have to put up with either his chaotic tendencies or everyone’s reaction TO his chaotic tendencies. no in between.

-*CRASHING SOUNDS* All eyes turn to you. (Tony, Nat, Steve, Sam, Clint, etc.)

-“He’s just so cute. Like a giant teddy bear. He’s just clumsy.” -Y/n

-you run up the stairs and the only thing that follows is a smack and a dramatic gasp/scream.

-“You promised! You wouldn’t smack my arm like that again!” -Thor

-“And you promised you wouldn’t break our fucking room again! Plus YOURE A GIANT IM LIKE 12 INCHES SHORTER THAN YOU! Clean this up. Or no sex for a week.” -Y/n

-you walking back down as if nothing happened only to see Clint, Nat and Sam holding in their laughs for dear life.

-“A week? Poor guy. He’s never gonna last.” -Clint

-“He’s not gonna last an hour.” -Nat.

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HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY, MORE TO COME!! 🫶🏼

#marvel thor #thor odinson x you #thor x you #thor odinson headcanons #thor odinson x y/n #thor #thor odinson #thor odinson x reader #thor x reader #thor ragnarok #thor love and thunder #marvel comics #marvel #the avengers #davinashifts333

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cuddly-dean-baby · 4 years ago

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what fandoms/people i will write for

tag list

Updated on 14 September 2024

i'll most likely write male or gn reader, so it's fair for everyone

give me a small description of what you want. i'm down to write some lgbt+ as i'm part of the community. if you want me to write the request as a mini series, tell me also

i'll try and write smut, but i doubt it. i'll write close to it (so basically a cockblock) but i'll see how i feel about it

i apologize if the requests take long. it's either because i've been a bit busy, writers block being a pain in the ass, i've been feeling unwell, or work has me drained

~the actors who play the characters~

The Walking Dead (game and show) Daryl Dixon Rick Grimes Negan Javier Garcia Shane Walsh

Supernatural Dean Winchester Sam Winchester Castiel Jack Kline Rowena MacLeod Jody Mills

Marvel Tony Stark Pietro//Peter Maximoff Scott Summers (Cyclops) Charles Xavier Bucky Barnes Clint Barton Doctor Stephen Strange Peter Quill Loki Laufeyson Sam Wilson Wade Wilson (Deadpool) Matt Murdock Thor Odinson Marc Spector Steven Grant Tobey Maguire!Peter Parker//SpiderMan Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker./SpiderMan Frank Castle Miguel O’Hara Hobart “Hobie” Brown Druig Logan (Wolverine) Remy Etienne LeBeau (Gambit)

DC Clark Kent Dick Grayson Garfield Logan Jason Todd Harley Quinn Poison Ivy Arthur Curry (Aquaman) Connor Kent

The Witcher Geralt

Resident Evil (game) Carlos Oliveira Karl Heisenberg Leon Kennedy Chris Redfield Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

The Umbrella Academy Diego Hargreeves Five Hargreeves Klaus Hargreeves

Detroit Become Human Connor Hank Anderson RK900 Markus Elijah Kamski Ralph Gavin Reed

The Haunting (Hill House + Bly Manor) Luke Crain Nellie Crain Peter Quint Owen

Hellboy

Rise of the Guardians Jack Frost Bunnymund Pitch (Boogeyman)

Big Hero 6 Tadashi Hamada

Transformers Bumblebee Crosshairs Grimlock Colonel William Lennox Cade Yeager

Shadowhunters Jace Wayland Alec Lightwood Simon Lewis Magnus Bane

The Mandalorian

Twilight Carlisle Cullen Edward Cullen Jasper Hale Emmett Cullen Jacob Black

Divergent Four/Tobias Eaton Peter Hayes

Overwatch McCree Reaper Soldier 76

YouTubers Markiplier jacksepticeye Corpse Husband

Kingsman Eggsy Unwin Agent Tequila Agent Whiskey

Some Horror Slashers Jason Voorhees Michael Myers Pyramid Head Brahms Heelshire Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher) Thomas Hewitt Bubba Sawyer Hannibal Lecter (show)

Lucifer

The Wolf Among Us Bigby Wolf

Peaky Blinders Thomas Shelby

Stranger Things Steve Harrington Billy Hargrove Jim Hopper Eddie Munson

The Sandman Morpheus (Dream) The Corinthian

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i-drink-and-i-write-fics · 4 years ago

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Crush

Chapter 2: Spiderling

Summary: Reader takes Peter under her wing, unaware of his feelings for her.

“That’s it, Peter. Nice and gentle.” You watched as Peter took the very hot lasagna from the oven and set it on the counter without a drop spilled. “Perfect! See? I told you cooking was easy.”

Parker blushed. “Only because you helped me.”

“Nonsense, you’re really smart. You would have had this in no time.” You ruffled the kid’s hair and finished making the salad.

Two months had passed since you joined the team, and Peter followed you around the compound like a little puppy. You found it adorable, reminding you of the students you had left behind. And like any former teacher, you took him under your wing to teach him the basic life skills that didn’t come with avenging. Cooking had been a snap. Laundry, not so much.

And when you didn’t have Parker glued to your hip, you spent your time with the Avengers closer to your age. You, Wanda, and Nat became inseparable, having late girl nights out or in after missions (depending on how well the mission went and if anyone was badly damaged). You spent time in the labs with Tony and Bruce, teaching them how the X-Gene worked and why you were a mutant and Wanda was a mutate. Bucky and Clint taught you different ways of being a marksman. You and Sam compared stories of following your stupidly brave friends into danger (his being Cap and Bucky, yours having been Deadpool and Wolverine). And there was always one night a week dedicated to having dinner as the dysfunctional family you were. Not too dissimilar to how it had been at the mansion.

Then there was Steve. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but there was a very noticeable tension between you two everytime you were in the room together. The only time you had been able to ignore it was on missions since your focus was elsewhere. But the more you were around him, the more you wanted to know him. In more ways than one.

The problem was Peter. He was a great kid, but he made it damn near impossible to be alone around Cap to see for sure what was bubbling beneath the surface. Just when you thought you would have five minutes to talk, the kid would appear like he used a smoke bomb. And if you hadn’t known any better, you could have sworn he was doing it on purpose. Like a spider cockblock. It was adorable, but eventually you’d have to put your foot down.

“Earth to ____!” Peter called out.

“Oh, sorry! Guess my thoughts ran away from me.” You put the salad on the table and looked over at Peter. “What’s next on the agenda?”

“The garlic bread.”

“Right. Turn on the oven light and see what color they are.”

“Golden brown.”

“Perfect. The turn off the oven and pull the bread out. I’ll finish setting up the table.” You began setting the plates down when a second set of hands appeared.

“Here, let me help.” Cap’s deep voice was unmistakable.

“Thanks, Steve. Could you grab the glasses for me?” You tilted your head to the side to look up and Steve’s heart went into his throat. Each time he looked at you he was still caught off guard by how beautiful you were.

“Of course, doll.” Steve watched in delight as his nickname for you caused you to smile shyly and look away. You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks and you tried to distract yourself with setting the napkins.

Unfortunately, Peter was still in the room. “Don’t worry, Mr. Rogers. I got those for ____ already.”

“Oh, thanks Peter. Well since the food’s done, why don’t you round everyone up while Steve and I get the drinks?”

“Oh. Uh, sure ______.” Parker walked out of the room, looking back at the two of you once before leaving to find the others.

You sighed and went to set the food on the table. Steve came up behind you as you grabbed the lasagna. “Parker’s a good kid.”

“That he is. And a damn good student. He’s been learning everything I’ve thrown at him with little resistance.” You could feel Steve’s body just an inch from yours and it took all your restraint not to turn around to face him.

“It was really good of you to take him under your wing, but I think you need a night off. What do you say to maybe hitting the town tonight? I know you usually head out with Wanda and Nat, but I was hoping maybe I could steal you from them just this once.”

Was this real? Did Cap really ask you on a date? You looked over your shoulder at him and the tiny smirk you gave him was driving Steve wild. “I think I can make an escape for one night.”

Steve smile lit up his whole face as the team began to file into the room. Winking at you, he grabbed the lasagna and took it over to the table. You followed, taking your normal spot in between him and Parker.

The family dinners were something you looked forward to every week, but now that a date was on the horizon the meal couldn’t end soon enough.

You and Steve kept sneaking glances at each other, “accidentally” brushing hands as you reached and passed food along, and pretty much drawing attention whether you meant to or not. Nat and Wanda didn’t help.

“Oh, Wanda, we need to find that little black dress of yours for _____ to borrow. She’ll look so amazing in it tonight. And then she can come out here and get the guys’ opinions. Right, Rogers?”

Steve tried to fight the blush that was creeping into his face. “You three always look amazing when you go out.”

“I swear, sometimes I think I’m just a life-size Barbie doll for you girls to dress up.” You giggled.

“Not true!” Wanda objected. “You’re also a way for us to live vicariously through since you’re the only single gal here.”

All three of you burst into laughter. “Well with the way you girls keep dolling me up, that won’t last long. Eventually I’ll get asked out on a date.”

You and Steve exchanged a sly glance at this, but Peter expressed his unhappiness. “You shouldn’t be looking for a boyfriend at a club. They- they’ll just try to take advantage of you. You…. you should maybe date someone on the team.”

Wanda covered her mouth to suppress the giggles while Nat nearly choked on her drink. They both could already tell you were heading that way with Steve, but what you didn’t suspect was that Parker was referring to himself. “Well, that is certainly an idea. But if one of the guys and I do decide to date, we won’t inform the team right away as…. well, as….”

“As the first few weeks to months a new couple is nauseating to be around.” Finished Clint.

“You and Nat would know best,” Bucky quipped.

You rolled your eyes and turned to Peter. “Don’t worry. Whoever I date I’ll make sure they treat me and my friends right. And if something about him doesn’t seem right, I want you to be the first one to tell me.”

“Or you could-” but he stopped himself as he looked around the table. Everyone had grown quiet as they realized Parker was about to admit his feelings. His face grew red with embarrassment and he fled the table.

“Peter, wait!” Sighing, you got up from the table. “Sorry, I better to fix this situation.”

“Don’t take too long. You’ll be late for your date with Steve.” Nat called after you.

“Nat!” Steve put his head in his hands as Bucky and Sam began to tease him.

Meanwhile, you raced down the hall after Peter. “Hey, kid. C'mon. Come back to dinner.”

“No! And I’m not a kid!” He barged open the door to his room.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s hard for me to turn off that teacher part of me sometimes. Can we please talk?” You quietly closed the door. “Clearly something’s been bothering you all during dinner.”

“_____, you like me right?” Peter plopped onto his bed.

“Of course,” you sat down next to him.

“Then why don’t you date me?” He looked up at your with his heart in his eyes. “You know I would treat you right.”

You gave him a small smile. “I know, Peter. No one doubts that.”

“Then why do you want to date Captain Rogers?! He’s too old for you.”

“Like I’m too old for you? Peter, you’re the same age as some of my former students. It wouldn’t work out.”

“How do you know?! We could try!”

You gently took his hand. “No, Peter. We can’t. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I do care for you, but like a younger brother.”

His face contorted with anger. “It’s just because of his body, isn’t it?! Just like every other girl out there! I maybe leaner, but I still have muscles!”

Shock colored your features. “Peter! You know damn well this has nothing to do with looks!”

“Well it’s not like you can have anything in common with someone over a hundred years old! Wasn’t that proven when you tried to date Wolverine back on your old team?”

Your eyes grew wide and you dropped his hand. “How did you know about that?”

“I heard you talking to Wanda and Nat the other night. Just trading in one old man for another?”

You took a ragged breath and stood up from the bed. “Parker, I have no idea what the hell has gotten into you. But you better keep your damn nose out of my private life from now on.”

“Easy to do since I’m not in it.”

“Nor will you ever be!” You spun around and stormed out of Peter’s room, racing for your own.

You had been looking forward to your date with Cap, but now all you wanted to do was cry over a lost friend.

Chapter 3

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themculibrary · 4 years ago

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Coming Out Fics Masterlist

Links Last Checked: January 31st, 2024

part two, part three

5 Times Peter Parker Almost Came Out to the Avengers (ao3) - Babereflective T, 12k

Summary: (And the One Time He Did)

Peter Parker had a secret. No matter how badly he wanted to share it, he couldn’t, he knew he couldn’t. Deep down he knew it wasn’t a big deal, but it was. It was a huge deal, and sometimes he thought he would never tell anyone how he really felt. You see, Peter Parker was a bi disaster. He told himself that he wasn’t the type of boy to stare at cute strangers too long or smile at the thought of a school yard crush, but oh boy he was. But nobody could know that. Well, nobody except Ned and MJ.

Arms And The Man (ao3) - copperbadge steve/tony E, 14k

Summary: His best friend keeps cockblocking him, his relationship guru is a computer, and he might be gay. The future is very complicated.

A Soft Blur (ao3) - agetwellcard steve/bucky E, 28k

Summary: After recovering from his time in the army, Bucky is a successful photographer who is trying to forget his past. Two weeks after Steve's return, he accidentally spills his champagne on Bucky at a charity event. It brings them together at a time when the two of them need each other the most.

Be Proud (ao3) - neon_air steve/tony G, 8k

Summary: Due to unfortunate reasons, Tony and Steve are forced to stay quiet about their relationship when out in public.

Peter Parker decides to call bullshit.

Could A Sexy Vampire Ever Love A Hipster Werewolf? (ao3) - perfect_plan steve/bucky M, 12k

Summary: Steve Rogers tries to manage coming out, avoiding the school bully and being in love with his best friend.

Days Like This (ao3) - Flowerparrish bucky/clint M, 7k

Summary: Steve just takes his hand, squeezing gently, and says, “I’m not into boys, Buck.”

Bucky opens his mouth to say, “But I’m not a boy,” and bites back the words, because admitting that would be the worst mistake of his life.

Plus, he may have come to that understanding, slowly and then all at once, that he’s not a boy. But he’s not a girl either, so what does that make him?

“Right,” he says instead. “Sorry.”

Dudes In Distress (ao3) - Bowtiez N/R, 3k

Summary: Peter Parker is not in the closet...

Okay, he kinda is still in the closet.

How are you supposed to tell your childhood hero you're gay?

Hawkeye and AC, Go Pride (ao3) - desert_neon (sproutgirl) clint/phil T, 5k

Summary: The public may not know Hawkeye's real name, but they do know he's married. In which there are paparazzi, protesters, and an enthusiastic Skye. Also, Thor loves The Lord of the Rings, and Phil is fond of his team.

Knowing Yourself (ao3) - Potrix steve/sam T, 3k

Summary: Five times people surprise Sam with their reactions, plus the one time Sam does the same to them (and shows everyone how it’s done).

No One Wants Your Opinion (ao3) - thepinupchemist steve/tony E, 5k

Summary: Wherein Bucky loves to cuddle Steve Rogers, Steve comes out on national television for the sole purpose of spiting conservative politicians, Tony sees things he wishes he hadn't, and Pepper doesn't know why she even bothers.

Not in the History Books (ao3) - Erin_writes_things steve/bucky, steve/peggy T, 5k

Summary: History has pinned Captain America as the poster boy of 'traditional American values'

The Avengers have to come to terms with the fact that Steve Rogers is far from Captain America and the history books aren't always right.

(Follows on from the Queer Avengers series but still makes sense as a stand-alone)

Out in the Open (ao3) - TheWomanInGreen steve/bucky T, 7k

Summary: Five times Steve came out and the one time someone came out to him. Also includes the Avengers, shenanigans and kissing!

Prince Charming (ao3) - Brenda steve/bucky E, 55k

Summary: Bucky Barnes leads quite the charmed life. He has a thriving tattoo shop, a son he adores, the world’s best dogs, and a great group of friends — almost all of whom are in relationships. And maybe he'd been the one nudging them towards each other, but there's nothing wrong with a little match-making. The world could use more romance.

As for him personally, well, he doesn’t need anyone for the long haul. Not when every girl he meets is someone who he thinks would be perfect for someone else.

But then Steve Rogers comes into his shop looking for some ink, and maybe that’s the problem right there. Maybe what he's looking for in a relationship isn't a girl at all.

Six Feet Apart But Definitely Gay (ao3) - hvllanders ned/peter G, 2k

Summary: or

Five Times Peter and Ned Fail at Telling People They're Dating and One Time They Don't

sky is clear tomorrow (ao3) - sketchnurse sam/bucky T, 5k

Summary: Yeah, Sarah was getting a little frustrated with Bucky flirting with her like the old charmer he was and nothing more. There had to be something going on, and Sam was getting asked what Bucky's deal was whether he liked it or not. Then Sarah figures out that she might not be the only Wilson eyeing up that tree trunk of a man...

Something New (ao3) - NachoDiablo rhodey/steve T, 1k

Summary: Written for Rarepair Prompt #251: Steve Rogers comes out to the Avengers about his sexuality. He wants to be out and maybe start dating. One of the Avengers has his eye, but they couldn’t like him back, could they?

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need-a-fugue · 5 years ago

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The Most Amazing Thing in the World

Summary: The cold puts Bucky in a mood, leaving you to play out your snow day with a certain blond god – giant cockblock – as your mopey super soldier slinks off to brood.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Author’s Note: Thank you so much to @fanfictionaries for letting me participate in this classic tropes challenge…one of my first ever! And congrats on the 300 followers! My prompt… Snowed In Trope

Warnings: Not a one... just some saccharine sweetness with a mostly moody Bucky.

Word Count: 5.6K

Snow. The whole of the outside world is covered in brilliant, blinding depths of pristine white snow. It’s stunning, dazzling, brilliant. And Bucky absolutely hates it.

Even just the thought of a cold front moving through is enough to set him in a sulk that lasts for days. Weeks. It’s the reason Tony had to have the Weather Channel blocked from their lineup.

Back in March, an early spring nor’easter blew through upstate New York, absolutely pounding the compound, and Bucky spent the entirety of the blizzard either wandering the halls, muttering curses in Russian, or holed up in the common room cleaning not only his own guns and knives, but every single weapon in the Avenger’s arsenal… also whilst mumbling and cursing in Russian.

Steve worried he was suffering some kind of ongoing flashback. Natasha complained that he was simply being a giant damn baby. Sam lamented the fact that they might have to put him down. But you… you simply followed him around the compound with a fluffy blanket to toss over his shoulders, settling in to drink hot tea beside him once he sat down to clean.

The truth is, Bucky Barnes had never liked the cold. Growing up in a bit of a shithole apartment in Brooklyn meant that – more often than not – the boiler would go out the moment winter hit and he’d be forced to sleep snuggled in a tight ball with his little sisters, winding himself into a protective outer layer to conserve all the warmth for them. Walking to and from school in the freezing temps all too often meant giving up his winter coat for Steve – cloaking the frail boy in an extra layer in an attempt to ward off pneumonia – while he shuffled through the snow in old, worn boots and as many sweaters as would fit on his body. And work never stopped for the cold either, all of the odd jobs picked up to help support his family – trudging around town making deliveries for the seamstress, butcher, the guys who ran some sort of business out of the back of the butcher shop – continued despite the bitter city winds and bone chilling temperatures.

And that was all before he suffered through collapsing foxholes in the dead of a European winter – depths of snow obscuring mortars and limbs in the Ardennes – and decades of being languidly pulled in and out of dreamless slumber as he lingered in an ice-filled tomb tucked away in the blindingly desolate depths of Siberia.

Snow was little more than a bitter reminder of the pain he felt so long ago… the pain he was sadly certain would one day return.

Snow most certainly was not… “The most amazing thing in the world!”

His head snaps to the right so fast that a loud crack-pop reverberates through the room, twitching your face into a disgusted grimace, your nose crinkling in revulsion as you turn away from the window and watch him bend his neck awkwardly to release another small snap. He rolls his eyes at your expression and lets out a weary sigh, returning his empty gaze to the window as his breath fogs the glass. “No. It’s not.”

You drop a loud snort and fold your arms tightly over your chest as you glare at him. “You can’t possibly think this is a bad thing.”

He cocks his head towards you, confusion wrinkling his brow. You know how much he hates the cold. You’ve known him long enough – well enough – to understand why. And unlike so many of the others around here – Steve always telling him to quit moping, Sam poking fun and calling him ice princess the minute the weather starts to change – you’ve never once tried to get him to get over it.

Your arms unfurl as you take a step a closer to the man by your side, your hands – warm hands – reaching over and gathering his clenched fists, allowing no more than a breath of a moment to pass before peeling his fingers apart and winding them with your own. “Steve and Nat and Sam are on a mission in Costa Rica,” you remind him subtly.

“Lucky bastards,” he interrupts, bitterness lacing the words.

Your fingers tighten around his as you go on, sly, crooked smile pulling across your face. “Tony and Bruce are at some kind of science conference… somewhere.” The cavernous wrinkle between his brows begins to flatten out, a bit of dreamy blue breaking through the gray of his stormy eyes as he starts to catch on. You take half a step closer, chests not quite touching, but warmth still radiating across the limited space separating your bodies. “Clint took Vision and Wanda into the city this morning, something about testing powers with Stark tech at the tower,” you offer with a shrug before looking up and locking onto his still curious gaze, offering a rather sultry one of your own. “And now… with all this snow… there’s no way that any of them will be able to make it back tonight.”

A small grin tugs at the corners of his lips, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he looks down at you. “You’re saying… for once… we’re actually alone?”

You nod, pulling yourself up on your tiptoes to swiftly swipe the tip of your nose against his, finally pressing your oh-so-warm body up against him. And you whisper, “That’s what this snow gave us. Now, tell me again how it’s not the most amazing thing in the world?”

His countenance cracks even further, no longer showing even a trace of the doom and gloom from just moments before. “S’not,” he murmurs, unwinding from your fingers and dropping his hands to your hips. He gives a small tug, bringing you utterly flush with him, and he gazes deeply into your eyes in that way that makes your insides shudder. “Definitely not the most amazing thing.”

“Ooo,” you intone lightly, playfully. “Such a charmer. What would the rest of the team think if they knew you were such a sap?”

He shakes his head languidly back and forth, the motion extending down to his hands plastered to your hips as well, pulling you in a subtle sway. “They’ll never know. S’not for them to know.” And he leans in, delicately parting your lips with his own.

The kiss is sweet and lingering and speaks of having all the time in the world. A rarity for the two of you – outside of your rooms, at least – being as you’re typically forced into swift and fervid lip locks that knock the breath from your lungs. Fast and aching and yearning for more as one or the other of you presses into the wall in a dark corner of the compound hard enough to pepper your backs with bruises. Stolen kisses take the shape of clashing teeth, pounding lips, desperately squirming hips, all held together by the deliciously perilous threat of being found out.

But now… now there’s no one around. There’s no lingering danger nor press of time. No upcoming mission to prepare for, nor debrief to hurry off to. No Steve about to knock at the door in hopes of an early morning run, nor Natasha silently sweeping through the halls like some kind of ninja ghost. Now, there is only you and him and the silent still of a snow-covered morning offering the sweet, tender promise of –

“Lady Agent?!”

The thick, heavy bellow reverberates in from the hall, swift plodding footsteps echoing behind it. Bucky’s eyes shoot wide and he not only releases your hips – and your lips – but actually shoves you away, setting you to stumble. “Fucking Thor,” he bemoans, swiping a hand over his mouth before shoving it madly through his hair.

“Sergeant Winter?!” sounds from just outside the common room door, the rather jumbled handle pulling a sudden snicker from you and a frustrated groan from Bucky. “Surely someone remains,” the god laments piercingly, his cries sounding almost frightened.

You choke back a laugh – mostly at the mess of a man in front of you, now shaking out his hands and pacing as though trying to rid himself of a years’ worth of pent up energy – and you call out, “In here.”

Thor turns the corner and enters the room with a delighted swagger and such a wide smile of relief on his face that you feel a little tug and pull in your chest. This poor giant of a man – a god – has spent the better part of the past month following each of you around in turn, just trying to break into the rather tightknit group you all had formed in his absence. He trains with the Avengers, fights with the Avengers, but actually fitting in with the Avengers has been proving difficult for the God of Thunder, the scent of his desperation flooding the compound and setting eyes to roll and exasperated glances and glares to proliferate.

Still, as annoying as he can sometimes be – tagging along for debriefs he has no need to attend, showing up for movie nights to which he’s not exactly invited – you see his struggle for what it truly is. He’s a man bereft of family and home, simply searching for a place he might belong. And you’d be lying if you said it didn’t break your heart.

“Ah, most excellent!” the hulking blond enthuses, making a beeline for you. “I was beginning to wonder if it was only I and…” – he flings a haphazard hand through the air – “the woman in the walls.” He positively beams as he steps in between you and Bucky, pressing his nose to the glass of the window as he looks out over the snow-covered grounds. “Have you seen, Lady Agent?! The world is covered in the most blissfully brilliant white!”

Bucky offers an indignant snort from over his shoulder. “No snow where you’re from?” he asks with a low, vexed tenor.

If Thor notices his irritation, he doesn’t let it show, huge grin still plastered to his face as he replies, “In Asgard? No, of course not. It is perfectly temperate year-round.”

“Of course it is,” he mutters.

“I have seen this snow many a time on my travels to Midgard. But rarely so much. And so… undisturbed. It is quite beautiful, wouldn’t you say?”

You nod, the corner of your mouth ticking up in a crooked grin as you shoot a quick wink over at Bucky, only to find that he’s once again taken on the slumped posture and bitter demeanor that he’s managed to become known for around here. “It certainly is,” you tell Thor, your eyes lingering on Bucky for a long moment as you fight off the thick and sudden sense of discontent curling in your gut.

“Are there no others here?” he asks, eyes still plastered to the outside.

You sigh. “Nope, just us. And Friday said that the surrounding roads are shut down for now, so doesn’t look like anyone will be back any time soon.”

“Well, then,” he starts, stepping away from the window and leaving a giant steamy smear from his face. He looks to you with something akin to glee, and you feel your disappointment at Bucky’s mood begin to wane. “What shall we do with our day?” he asks, oozing a sort of childlike enthusiasm.

You smile wide, a massive toothy grin splitting your face in two. “Thor,” you start, slow and drawn out, the name stretched methodically, voice taking on that very specific air that only comes about when you have a plan. Bucky feels his heart drop to his shoes as he hears the shift in tone, watches the impish expression take over your face. Whatever this is – he’s certain – it won’t be good. “Have you ever experienced an old fashioned snow day?

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Four hours later and Bucky’s barely seen you at all – save for a quick meal of tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches that you used your long-lashed doe eyes to convince him to fix for you and your new BFF – until he peers out the wall of windows in the common room and catches you awkwardly climbing through the foot-deep snow below, holding tightly to the arm and shoulder of a bundled-up god as he trudges alongside. He watches closely, watches as you struggle to find footing, falling and laughing, your face lit with such delight that he thinks he can almost hear your high-pitched giggles from behind the reinforced glass, two stories above. Thor winds his arms around your middle and hauls you to him, only seeming to realize that clomping through the snow as a single four-legged unit is pointless the minute he goes down beside you, faceplanting in the thick, white fluff.

Bucky smirks as the massive blond jerks upright and sputters, shaking the snow from his hair. But his expression changes on a dime – dropping back into that sullen, somber, perhaps even angry scowl that has sat so comfortably on his face ever since that giant cockblock rolled in – when he watches Thor pick you up, plucking you easily from the deep snow, and throwing you over his shoulder before trudging further out from the building.

At some point you stop, demanding that your giant companion put you down, which he does by tossing you into an even deeper drift, the thrill of flying and fun of landing in the delightfully powdery snow causing you to ask him to do it again – several more times – before the laughter finally subsides and you decide to get down to business. You flop backwards, laying flat in the snow and demanding that Thor do the same. And you show him precisely how to move his arms and legs about to create the perfect – just absolutely perfectly deep and symmetrical – snow angel. And while swimming about in fresh giggles and joy and soft, crunchy snow, you look up to the window where you’d caught a glimpse of Bucky perched just moments before, your red face beaming with a euphoric, toothy grin.

But he’s no where to be seen.

By the time you finally come back in – just after a rather disastrous snow ball fight leaves you with what you’re certain is quickly blooming into an angry welt on your ass – the sun has all but disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving the deep blue twilight butting up against the sparkling sheen of pure white. You shiver as you shed your thick winter coat in the atrium – vowing to come back for the sopping mess later lest Tony finds it and blows another gasket about the messy heathens he so graciously houses – the blistery winds whipping through the indoors for a moment before Thor wrestles the door shut. The cold sizzles along the tops of your ears and tips of your fingers, hat and gloves soaked through and thick with slush. You tug them off and drop them on the floor by your coat, order Thor to do the same.

Once in the elevator, you tell him to go thaw out in a hot shower… one of the most integral pieces of this snow day routine. You step out into the hall that leads to both of your rooms and spin to level him with a pointed stare. “When you’re done,” you say, tone terribly commanding despite being punctuated by soft, snotty sniffles, “Come back to the common room and we’ll have hot chocolate. A snow day’s not a snow day if it doesn’t end with cocoa.”

He nods in agreement, but says nothing, the rather enthusiastic yet slightly confused look that twists his features being by now an all too familiar sight. You let out a breathy chuckle and shuffle past his room, not at all surprised when he refuses to stop at his door, instead insisting – wordlessly – on showing you to your room before backtracking to his own.

You thank him with a nod – admittedly charmed by his gentlemanly actions – and slip into your dark dormitory only to be met with a low growl of, “Hey doll,” that causes you to jump and shriek in surprise.

“Jesus, Bucky! You scared me,” you breathe out, hand flying to your chest.

You flip on the light in time to catch his smirk. “Figured an Avenger would have better instincts than that,” he smarts from his spot on the corner of your bed. “I left the door unlocked… not exactly hiding that I’m here.”

You roll your eyes. “First of all, you’re sitting in the dark, so… hiding. And also, I’m not technically an Avenger,” you argue, hopping on one foot as you struggle to free yourself from a soggy boot. “Just… adjacent personnel.”

“Sure,” he intones, rising from the bed and crossing the room to help. “Lady Agent, is it?” he mocks with a scoff as he gives you a gentle shove back into the wall and takes over wrestling the boot from your foot.

You lean back heavily, switching feet to raise the other once he frees you, and let out a small chortle. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

The second boot pops off with a jarring smack and Bucky stumbles back as it almost hits him in the face. He snorts loudly and angrily chucks the shoe across the room before turning back to you with a raised brow. “I don’t get jealous,” he says, a challenging note to his voice.

You drop an indignant snort as you reach down to peel off a single, sloppy sock. Rising, you peer up at him, eyes narrowing as you take in his oddly contemplative stare. He doesn’t seem angry, nor upset in any way, really. He just looks… confused.

“Should I be jealous?” he asks then, the words slipping past his lips in a soft, hesitant tone.

You huff out a breath and throw the sock at him, barking a quick laugh when it slaps him in the cheek, landing with a thick, wet splat. The tentativeness falls from his face, expression filling instead with an irritated sort of impatience. That same scowl he’d been wearing earlier – when you zipped up your parka and pulled on your hat and told him that you were declaring today a snow day – returns full force. “Man,” you mutter, shaking your head as you awkwardly tug off the other sock. “Sometimes you can be a real dick, ya know?”

You stumble a bit, hopping on one foot in a small circle as you try to maintain your balance. Bucky rolls his eyes, purses his lips, and steps over to steady you, one firm hand clamping down on your shoulder to hold you in place while you pull off the sock with a squelch. He doesn’t let go once you regain your footing, instead clenching his fingers tighter as he bites out, “He doesn’t even know your name.”

You shrug. “Doesn’t always seem like you do, either,” you smart, accusatory brow raised high. His eyes narrow suspiciously – confoundedly – and you huff out a long and languid sigh before collapsing forward into him. Your arms wrap around his neck as you let him bear the brunt of your weight – whether he wants to or not – your spent, numb limbs tingling uselessly in your damp clothes. His shoulders stiffen beneath you and you respond by snuggling closer, burrowing your face into his neck and grinning wildly when he bucks at the touch of your bitterly cold nose. “Doll,” you mock thickly, the word nearly eaten up by the flesh covering his bobbing throat as your lips linger near his Adam’s apple. “Baby, Sweetheart, Darlin’.”

His shoulders relax and he sighs out into your damp hair, arms slowly winding around your middle, tugging you close and holding you tightly to his chest. “I can start calling your Agent, if you want. Or, I don’t know, Ice Queen?”

You pull back abruptly, leaning away whilst still penned in by his arms, staring at him in something akin to horror. “I think we all know who the real Ice Queen is here, Barnes,” you snipe.

Maybe it’s wrong – hell it must be because everything he thinks and feels and does seems to be wrong nowadays – but seeing you get riled up, watching that angry fire creep into your eyes, that smug tilt to your chin as you go on to accuse him of being so rude to Thor, well damn if it doesn’t cause a lighthearted rumble of a laugh to bubble up his chest and a crooked smile to spill across his lips. “I just meant…” he interrupts swiftly, cutting off your complaint of just wanted to play in the snow with a shushing press of his metal index finger to your lips, “because you’re freezing, doll face.”

You roll your eyes languidly, irritation still present in your pinched features, but beginning to melt into a reluctant fondness. “Doll face… psh. Why not just call me honey bear or baby cakes?”

“Alright, honey bear,” he intones with a bit of a glint in his eye. “You gonna peel these wet clothes off or just die in my arms from hypothermia?”

You raise a brow. “Those are my only choices?”

He shrugs. “You got a better suggestion?”

A deep and dramatic frown rolls over your face – more than a bit overdone – and you unclasp your hands from around his neck, begin to futz pathetically with the zipper of your hoodie. “My fingers are numb,” you whine “I can’t.”

“Okay.” He unfurls his arms from around you, looks down at your attire and reaches out to languidly tug down the zipper of the sweatshirt, slowly, delicately, inch by inch, while his metal fingers make their way beneath your top and swiftly pop the button of your jeans, single index finger lazily pressing the zippered fly down. Once done, he steps back and stares, blank expression on his face as he raises both brows assessingly and says simply, “There you go.”

You continue to pout, hands rising and swiping awkwardly – pitifully – for him across the nearly negligible distance separating you. “My feet are numb,” you whimper. “Carry me.”

It comes out as a command – a rather whiny, juvenile command, but a command none the less. And damn if that doesn’t cause his whole expression to shift, teasingly aloof demeanor fleeing in an instant as he chokes on a laugh. “Carry you?”

You merely nod in response, wasting no time at all leaping forward, clutching his shoulders and forcing yourself on him, chests colliding and driving a thick oof from his mouth in lieu of the laughter as you wrap yourself around him like an overgrown spider monkey, latching on and locking your ankles at the small of his back. “Carry me,” you say again, once more dropping your face – and that that damn cold nose, those frost-bruised cheeks – into the crook of his neck.

“Okay, baby bear,” he teases lightly, voice soft and melodic and smooth like melted honey as his metal arm sweeps beneath your ass to haul you higher. “Let’s get you in the shower.”

You let him carry you back to the ensuite, clinging to him even as he reaches into the shower to turn on the water, an awkward feat that he manages with a surprising amount of grace and not a word of complaint, a thing that makes your smile burn even brighter as you continue to press into his warm and inviting neck. He settles you down onto the bathroom counter as the water heats up, steam already beginning to billow out and cloud the mirror behind you.

You watch as he makes a move to pull off his Henley, simultaneously toeing off his thick-soled boots. And you settle your still-chilled hands over the tops of his to halt his movements. “Uh-uh,” you hum dully, returning his confused glance with an almost reprimanding one of your own. “You’re not forgiven yet.”

“Forgiven for what?” he bites out, irritation blooming in the corners of his narrowed eyes.

You grasp his face lightly, fingers dragging across the achingly familiar scruff lining his jaw, thumbs scratching lazily at the stubble on his chin. His muscles instantly loosen beneath your fingertips, clenched jaw dropping, lips parting for the briefest of moments before he closes his eyes and shifts in your hold, pressing a lingering kiss to the pad of your thumb.

“You need to go make hot cocoa,” you say then, voice cutting through the rumbling of the running water and steady, swooshing pulse of your blood rushing in your ears. He looks back at you, deep blue eyes darkened with desire, and for a moment you think you may have lost the upper hand. “Please?” you ask primly, sweetly, cocking your head to the side as you continue to hold his in your faltering grip.

“Hot cocoa?” he breathes out, dubious brow raised high.

You nod. “Every snow day ends with cocoa.”

He sighs and drops his head heavily onto your shoulder, his own hands splaying out on the countertop on either side of your hips. “Okay,” he laments softly, patting your thigh as he pulls himself upright. “Hot cocoa.”

He turns to leave, no more than a half a step out the bathroom door when you mention brightly, “And make a lot. You know how Thor gets around Midgardian food and drink.”

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“The snow people,” Thor begins again, slapping his knee as a loud guffaw spills from his lips. “I had never heard of such a thing! But, so wonderous! Imagine,” he says, vivid stare locking onto Bucky as he reenters the room, “taking that… that… snow and building men!” He shakes his head fondly, wistfully. “Ah, and it held together so well. Like icy clay. Just wonderful.”

“You did a hell of a job,” you tell him, nodding gratefully at Bucky as he hands you another cup of cocoa. “There’s a whole damn army of snowmen out there now. Probably better security than anything Tony could build.”

“Ha!” he barks. “Indeed!” He turns to Bucky accepting a fourth mug for himself. “Have you seen them? Just out the window there… our snow warriors.”

Bucky offers him a stiff, closed-lip smile – all the acknowledgement he’s willing to give – and heads back to the kitchenette to mope.

“It is quite a delicious drink,” the blond god enthuses as he slurps indelicately, turning back to you. “Chocolate, but… hot. Remarkable!”

You take another sip from your cup, feeling your insides warm as the thick, hot treat slips down your throat. “When I was a kid, my mom would always make us cocoa when it snowed. Even when we were all grown up and home visiting from college.” A wistful smile pulls across your face, features softening and glowing in the burning orange light cast by the fireplace as you reminisce about those days long since gone.

Thor watches you closely, his own face relaxing in pace with yours. “When I was a child, my mother would have the servants brew barrels and barrels of mead, which we would roll out to the hills and drink dry.” He chortles a bit as a melancholy air envelopes the room. “Mother would come out to gather us in the evening, hurrying us home as we tripped and stumbled and played.” He meets your eyes for just a fraction of a second before dropping his gaze down to the drink in his hands. “She would always make sure we arrived back home safely, neatly tucked into bed as the mead made our heads spin.”

“Wait,” Bucky, murmurs, suddenly looming above you both. You look up at his perplexed visage from the nest of blankets built up beneath you on the floor. “You were drunk? As kids? Your mom gave you beer?”

Thor snuggles deeper into his own warm cocoon and glances up at Bucky with the smallest – and saddest – of smiles. “She did, yes. A wonderful mother indeed.”

You reach out and lay an open palm atop his fleece-clad knee – one he quickly sweeps into his own large hand to squeeze with a grateful air – while glaring at Bucky with a raised and warning brow. Don’t make fun, it says. He was raised in a different culture.

Bucky sighs and offers a glare of his own – Still weird as fuck. – before dropping heavily onto the sofa behind you.

The three of you sit in silence for several long moments… Thor, watching the flames flicker in the fireplace as he continues to grip your hand in a silent plea for strength, for comfort. You, staring idly at the side of his face, gently tracing your thumb over his knuckles, lending what little solace you can. Bucky, squishing into the corner of the couch, as far from you as he can possibly get, watching the interaction from the corner of his eye, feigning disinterest.

A long, drawn-out yawn pulls suddenly from your chest, causing Thor’s attention to snap your way. “You should go rest,” he says with a soft smile. “I must thank you for such a wonderful day. It did quite a lot to lift my spirits.” He pulls your hand up to his lips and lays a tender kiss upon your knuckles. “Truly. Thank you.”

You beam over at him, a slight blush tinging your cheeks. “Anytime,” you mutter with a small, awkward laugh as you set aside your mug and peel your way out of the blankets nestled around you. Bucky leans over and helps you unwind them, wrapping his hand around your ankle as you stand, foot catching clumsily. He says nothing, just flicks away the offending blanket and sets you steadily back on the ground so you can continue on your way. You give him a quick nod of thanks, blush somehow burning brighter when you catch a glimpse of his lovely face tinged orange by the dancing firelight. And you leave, more than ready to curl up into a heap in your warm bed… and await the subtle press of that other body’s heat that so often curls around you once all the others at the compound slink off to bed.

Both Bucky and Thor watch you go, your thick-socked feet sliding and gliding out the door in an innocent ice dance, pulling a tender, loving smile from one and an amused, low chuckle from the other.

“She is rather wonderful, don’t you think?” Thor asks after a long and silent moment. He turns to look at Bucky with an oddly eager expression. “All of the Avengers have been… kind. But none so welcoming. So… caring.”

He nods absently, taking a slow pull from his own mug of cocoa. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Was she such a way with you?” he asks, words dripping with an almost unprecedented level of solemnity from the typically jovial god.

Bucky stares at him for a beat, silently assessing something about him. Or, perhaps, something else altogether. “Yeah,” he says finally, another nod bobbing his head. “Yeah, she was. Might’ve been the only one, really… who seemed to…” he shrugs vaguely. “I don’t know, care.”

“Isn’t the Captain your dearest friend?”

“He is, yeah.” He clears his throat awkwardly. “But Steve… he’s always looking for the guy I used to be. He’s always looking for Bucky Barnes, the kid from Brooklyn. Sometimes it’s like he looks straight through me, just searching for him.”

“And I suppose the others look for the soldier in you,” he offers with a glaring amount of earnestness. “That is who they need on this team, no?” Bucky glances at him, cocks his head, but says nothing. “They always look for the god in me,” he mutters, shifting his gaze back to the fireplace. “To bring down the hammer, as Stark seems so fond of saying.”

“Yeah,” Bucky murmurs softly, the single word swimming in mutual understanding.

Thor turns to him again, shifting to face him bodily. His expression is impassive – sincere – as he says, “It is late, my friend. Perhaps you too should go.” A tiny, sly smile ticks up the corners of his lips. “Go find your lady and make love to her before she falls asleep.” He offers a swift and telling wink and a, “Thank you. For the cocoa,” before turning his attention back to the fire and nestling down deeper into his blankets.

Bucky says nothing at all, stunned speechless for a long moment before the buzzing between his ears halts and he’s able to climb off of the couch. He silently pads from the room, down the hall – with practiced, measured steps – not at all surprised to find your door left ajar.

He slips in soundlessly, just like any other night, and sheds his shoes and socks in the corner, peels off his jeans and shirt. He drops a knee to the edge of your bed, prepares to crawl in and slink beneath the covers, wrap himself around you, peck softly at your neck until he’s met with that delicate, airy giggle that he so desperately craves. But he stops suddenly as his eyes catch a glare from the window.

He pulls back and crosses the room to tug the curtains shut, a thing you so rarely think to do despite the fact that anyone who wanted could peer right into your room. As his fingers close on the thick fabric, he glances out the window, taking in the reflection of the moon on the snow-covered trees, the blanketed grounds… seeing also the reflection of your face in the window pane, features soft and sleepy, heavy lids blinking languidly as you watch him, patiently waiting.

He nods slowly, gaze arcing out over the pristine grounds below before settling back on the reflection of your barely open eyes. “Yeah,” he breathes out, scarcely a whisper, his breath fogging the glass. The smallest, most tender smile tugs at his lips as he pulls the curtains closed. “The most amazing thing in the world.”

#FanFictionairiesClassicTropeChallenge #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #thor #marvel fanfic #marvel #MCU

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buckybarnesbingo · 4 years ago

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BBB Round Three Week 3 Roundup!

Only 5 more days to request changes to your card!

Title: Obliged Collaborator: snowstark Card Number: B037 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: B3 - Sharing Body Heat Ship: Stuckony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Fluff, Cuddling Summary: Tony works in the lab for too long without taking care of himself. That’s why Steve and Bucky have to do it for him. Word Count: 388

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Title: A Place Where It's Always Safe And Warm Collaborator: IndigoNight (Ao3), jeminamoonnight (tumblr) Card Number: B011 Link: AO3 Square Filled: U1 - Kink "So Glad You're Alive" Sex Ship: Bucky/Clint/Steve Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Smut, Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Prostate Milking, Oral Sex, Cock Rings, Body Worship, Sleepy Cuddles, Dirty Talk, Dirty Talking Bucky Barnes, Shower Sex, Deaf Clint Barton, Hand Feeding, Established Relationship Summary: Bucky’s grin widened. He leaned down, lips hovering barely centimeters above Steve’s, close but not close enough. “Take your clothes off,” he whispered, intentionally making his voice lower and husky in the way that he knew drove Steve wild. It had exactly the effect Bucky intended, but a part of Steve still resisted, “this isn’t exactly a good time-” Bucky gripped Steve’s chin, metal fingers cool and solid as they dug into his skin a little. “Steve,” he said seriously, forcing Steve to meet his eyes, “stop trying to cockblock yourself. Clint is fine. I promised him that I would make sure you’re in the right mood to greet him when he gets home, and that is exactly what I intend to do.” Word Count: 17,645

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Title: Prosthetic Arms and Impossible Things Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: B007 Link: AO3 Squares Filled: Chapter 1, C4 - Tony Stark/Iron Man Chapter 2, Y3 - shared trauma Chapter 3, U4 - disability fic Chapter 4, U5 - Sam Wilson/Falcon Ship: Bucky & Tony & Sam Rating: Gen Major Tags: disability, recovery, friendship, supportive friends Summary: Over the course of a year, Tony builds and gets used to wearing a prosthetic arm with the help of Sam and Bucky. Word Count: 3000

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Title: Angel Baby Bucky Collaborator: Kay/abitnotgoodiebag Card Number: B0002 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: B3 - Kink: lingerie Ship: SamBucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Crossdressing, nudity-ish, art Summary: Bucky had a new set of undies to model for Sam

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Title: The Virgin Sacrifice (Virginity Not Included) Collaborator: newtypeshadow Card Number: B038 Link: AO3 Square Filled: B2 - AU: Wings Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Magic, Magic, Established Relationship, Rescue Missions, Protective Bucky Barnes, Magic Tony Stark, Wings, Monster Hunters, Fluff, Banter, Snakes, Virgin Sacrifice Summary: Tony volunteers to be the virgin sacrifice for a giant snake. Bucky, his betrothed, is not amused. Word Count: 710

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Title: Moon Stuff Collaborator: Vaysh Card Number: B044 Link: AO3 Square Filled: B1 - Missing You Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Not Avengers: Endgame Compatible, Amnesia, Blackouts, Gaslighting, Steve Rogers on the Moon, Alternative Universe: Canon Diversion, Background Peggy Carter/Gabe Jones Summary: Marvel S.W.O.R.D doesn't want Steve Rogers on Earth. So when Steve goes into the time machine to return the Stones, he ends up on the Moon instead. Word Count: 3050

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Title: Searching Collaborator: Raz Card Number: B076 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C3 - free space Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: Bucky, The Mandalorian, Din Djarin, Desert, Canyon, Guns, Crossover Summary: A Mandalorian Crossover. Or local ex hydra assassin takes up residence on Tatooine to get away from Earthly headaches and becomes a mercenary to help pay the bills. A certain shiny space dad requests his help to go flush out some Imperials. (Bucky insists on keeping his trademark rifle because it’s like an ol faithful even if he loves the space tech.)

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Title: Tentacles? Nope! Collaborator: Rufferto9 / Rufferto Card Number: B096 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: B4 - there's nothing but a picture I interpreted. :) Ship: Bucky/Tentacles ? Rating: Teen Major Tags: Tentacles, NoTentacleSex, maybe, YoungWinterSoldier, buckybarnes Summary: Bucky is in training as the winter soldier and tentacle monsters was not on the list but he won't let get in his way.

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Title: i don't need serotonin if i can just have your hand Collaborator: cyanica Card Number: B032 Link: AO3 Square Filled: B1 - nightmares Ship: BuckySam Rating: Teen Major Tags: panic attacks, insomnia, hurt/comfort, ptsd, angst Summary: "Can I… Can I hold your hand?” He reached out, human and warm in the sunlight that shone upon Sam in a kind of iridescence that was all-consuming. His eyes were half-lidded and glassy, the twilight dawn breaking all over the atmosphere as he watched it devote itself to Sam’s presence like each spec of dust caught within the sunshine were fireflies addicted to his glow. “Something – something else to know what's real if I wake up and can't remember.” Or making amends doesn’t lie within old evils, but rather new loves. Word Count: 3042

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Title: Taxes, Death & Trouble Collaborator: Kay/abitnotgoodiebag Card Number: B002 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C1 - Au: cop/detective/fbi Ship: BuckySam Rating: Gen Major Tags: Two dudes looking better than they have any right to Summary: What happens when a by-the-book forensic accountant for the FBI is assigned the file of one of the most notoriously slippery con-men in the country? Especially after Sammy has driven the last four agents to quit the bureau (and accounting) with his completely foolproof bookkeeping skills. Will Agent Barnes be just the latest in a string of failures, or does he have what it takes to finally find a flaw in Sammy’s finances? When they both get stranded in the Florida Keys during a category 5 hurricane, can the oh-so-charming hustler cooperate with the no nonsense, company man enough to weather the superstorm? Or will their differences cost them everything?

#buckybarnesbingo2021 #bbb2021 #bingo fill #bbb weekly roundup #bbb week 3 #bbb round three

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 3 months ago

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Sometimes Life Gets in the Way

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62384728 by Weirdo25 You and Peter, the two youngest Avengers are dating and are ready for your first time to be with each other. When some stuff regarding your parents come to light, things get put off. Especially when you factor in that you’re both starting university. Words: 9580, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Sex Categories: F/M Characters: Peter Parker, Reader, Clint Barton, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Tony Stark, Avengers Team Members (Marvel), Guardians of the Galaxy Team Members (Marvel), everybody is mentioned again, but few people actually make it into the fic, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Helen Cho (Marvel) Relationships: Peter Parker/Reader, Clint Barton & Reader, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark & Reader, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Bruce Banner & Reader Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, so sorry about the angst, it was supposed to be a cute smutty fic, and it turned into 10k words of angst, with some fluff and smut, Brock Rumlow is a dick, Reader is an Orphan, fem!reader - Freeform, steve and sam and clint are cockblocks, and bruce is here but he doesn't say much, shield agent reader's parents, Peter Parker is a Star Wars Fan, reader sees clint as a father figure and tony as an uncle figure, Mentions of Shooting, depending on reader's birthday she might be under 18, but the intention was that both reader and peter were 18 at time of fucking read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62384728

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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hawksonfire · 5 years ago

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2019: Year In Review

Seeing as how this is the first year that I’ve really written a lot (or anything at all), I thought I’d try out this ‘year in review’ thing.

This year was the first year (ever) that I’d really put my words out into the world. I was honestly terrified to post my first work on Ao3 - what if no one liked it? What if I got hate for it? And worst of all, what if it was terrible?

I’m glad to say that none of that even came close to happening. I’m so lucky to have fumbled my way into the Marvel fandom, specifically the Winterhawk portion of it, because it’s just such a welcoming place. Everyone I’ve met has been so welcoming and uplifting, and I can honestly say that there are a few people (everyone) that come to mind who I hope will be with me for years to come.

Back to fic - At the beginning of this year, I had one fic on Ao3 - a 2018 Kinktober fic. At this very moment, I have 100+ fics with over 380k words between them. I’ve written fic for people, gotten fic from people, and posted stuff just for the hell of it. 2019 was a good year for my wording progress, and I can only hope that 2020 beats it.

Accomplishments under the cut! :)

Stats

Word Count: 380,035

Fic Count: 130

Fics

Captain Cockblock - a Winterhawk fic in which Steve is constantly cockblocking Bucky and Clint. It was the very first thing I posted in 2019, and I can genuinely say that I was terrified.

Revenge Against Captain Cockblock - the sequel to Captain Cockblock, in which Clint and Bucky (and Sam) get revenge on Steve for the way he kept cockblocking them. First sequel!! I was excited about this one.

Aggressively Progressive - a Stucky fic where Steve tells the press (and other assorted people) exactly what he thinks about the not vaccinating your children (among other things).

How It Should Have Gone - This fic. God, this fic. This was really the first multi-chapter long fic that I had attempted, and I had no idea how it was going to be accepted. It’s set before, during, and after the first Avengers, and in it, Steve attends university, falls in love with Clint and Natasha, and saves the world. It’s canon-adjacent, and I swear this is probably the fic I am most proud of to date.

Steve Rogers: Unapologetic Slut - A 5+1 fic I did as part of the BDBD slutty!Steve challenge. It was definitely a ton of fun to write and as a bonus, it introduced me to the 5+1 trope which I can now say is a favourite of mine.

there is a house in new orleans (they call the rising sun) - A birthday fic for the amazing @kangofu-cb (even though it was late) because she deserves all the nice things, dammit.

i need something to believe in (throw my hands up to the ceiling) - I realized one day, that my best bro @flowerparrish has literally written so much fic for me (check out zir Ameriwinterhawk series, aka, the ‘pornathon verse’ and this Amerihawk sex pollen fic) and yet, somehow, I had not written zir a single thing? This could not stand. So I made my amazing friend choose a whole bunch of prompts from a list, then slammed together a bunch of them into one 68-chapter long fic to be updated as needed.

Events

MCU Kink Bingo Round 3 - Somehow, I am unsurprised that the very first event I joined this year was a kink bingo. A series of 16 works of various ships and kinks.

Clint Barton Bingo - Clint has always been one of my favourite Marvel characters, so as soon as I saw that this bingo was accepting sign-ups, I had to do it. And I did! It resulted in 19 works from the first round (and more to come from the second round) with Clint being paired with various Marvel characters (but mostly Bucky).

Mandatory Fun Day - At this point in the year, I was fully inside the Winterhawk dumpster. The lovely mods over at @mandatoryfunday provide weekly prompts for us Winterhawklings to enjoy, and although I haven’t made a fill for this in a while, I definitely enjoyed the ones I did make and hope to make more in 2020.

Star Spangled Bingo - Yes, another bingo. I think this was my third one, but there were plenty more to come. I had a lot of fun participating in this one!

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Bucky, next to Clint, is another favourite character of mine, and I am so glad that the mods over at @buckybarnesbingo decided to do a second round in 2020. They can count on my sign-up, for sure.

Stucky Bingo - While it’s only got one fic so far, I’m definitely planning on writing more for it. XD

Captain America Reverse Big Bang: A Tail of Two Idiots - This!! This was my first RBB and I was incredibly lucky to be paired with the amazing @astaraiches-oisinn. She created some gorgeous art of Steve and Bucky at a dog park, and somehow I managed to write nearly 31.5k and post it on time! But I could not have done it without her, love you bb <333333

Winterhawk Reverse Big Bang: Main Attraction - holy fuck, y’all. I’d been a massive fan of @kangofu-cb and her words and art for a while at this point, and when I found out that we’d been paired together for the RBB? I’m pretty sure my screech broke windows. She was an absolute joy to work with and I’m glad to say that we’re now friends (we’re friends, right CB? Please let me have this) and she brightens up my day whenever I talk to her.

MCU Rarepairs Bingo - Again, there’s only one fic here but I’ve definitely got some fics planned for it.

Winterhawk Bingo - Alright, look. While I am well aware that I join too many events (no one can stop me) I am also aware that I like to run things. Thus, Winterhawk Bingo was born. It’s been a joy to run and a joy to participate in, and I’ve made even more friends for me to love with this event.

Kinktober 2019 - This was my second year in a row doing Kinktober, but I had way more fun this year because I opened up the prompt list to a bunch of my friends and followers and offered to write them a kink of their choice (or five). Definitely going to be doing it again that way in 2020.

Marvel Bingo: oh, the good ol’ days - This series is absolutely one of my all-time favourite things that I have ever written. It starts off with Clint/Steve, but as the stories progress, Bucky joins the squad for eventual Steve/Bucky/Clint, or my all-time OT3: Ameriwinterhawk. This series has 24 planned fics, with 20 so far completed. I was aiming to blackout my Marvel Bingo card, so let’s see if we can’t hit that goal, shall we?

Winterhawk Wonderland: noticeable - Hawkie’s first gift exchange! I had a super great time participating in this event (run by the lovely mods over at @winterhawkwonderland) and I can’t wait to do it again next year (if they choose to run it again)!

Marvel Trumps Hate - I signed up for my first charity auction! Look forward to those fics in 2020!

Marvel Reverse Big Bang - Technically, posting is in 2020, but the majority of this event took place in 2019, so I’m counting it.

Fics for Events (that I’m particularly proud of)

Lime Blossoms - While technically a fill for Bucky Barnes Bingo, Clint Barton Bingo, MCU Kink Bingo, and Star Spangled Bingo, this fic holds a special place in my heart. It’s very soft, and it also happens to be the fic that I jammed four different bingo squares into.

Whatever You Want - A fill for the Soulbond square of my Bucky Barnes Bingo card. Winterhawk, of course, but with a twist. Clint has two soulmarks, and they end up being Bucky and the Winter Soldier.

Safe - This fic holds is very special to me because in it, Clint is asexual. He has a crush on Bucky but doesn’t know how to go about doing something about it while making his boundaries clear. As an ace person myself who hasn’t always had the best luck with that, this fic was basically me holding up a flashing neon sign going “THIS! THIS IS WHAT I WANT!”

Flags - Another ace fic, but this time with ace!Bucky! Clint helps him as Bucky tries to figure stuff out. It’s basically pure, self-indulgent fluff.

All Bark, All Bite - Ah, yes. Werewolf!Clint and Vampire!Bucky. This is absolutely what kickstarted my obsession with supernatural AU’s, no doubt about it.

i walked with you (once upon a dream) - Another birthday fic! This one was for a friend of mine who isn’t on Tumblr, but she absolutely loves marine life. SO! Of course, I wrote her a 5+1 fic with mer!Bucky and pirate!Clint that somehow turned into 16k words of basically pure fluff.

topsy turvy and upside down - This was a fill for the Mandatory Fun Day prompt “Clint as the Winter Soldier”. God, I had so much fun with this fic and I wrote all 7k of it in like, a day or something, because the words would just not stop flowing.

anything, anything - This. This was written for @flowerparrish as a part of Kinktober, and I honestly have no idea how it became an ace!Steve sex pollen fic, except that it did. I definitely plan to write more ace fics, and more sex pollen fics, and more ace sex pollen fics.

i ain’t proud of my address (in this torn up town) - Affectionately referred to by me as Demon!Clint, this fic will absolutely be updated and completed. At some point. But I give you my word.

That’s all, folks! That sums up my 2019! Well, the fic portion of it anyway. I made so many new friends that I hope stick with me for a long while, I got so many new ideas for fics I plan to write in 2020, and! I learned a few things about myself along the way!

Things to expect from me in 2020:

- Events. So many events. All of the events.

- Fics. SO many. A few for events, a few not.

- I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?

#hawkie writes #year in review #ohhhh goddddd so many events #fuck #and more to come this year #why do i do this to myself

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mostlystuckony · 6 years ago

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For the prompt thing, stucky wants Tony to join their relationship and they know that Tony likes them too but Tony's cat keeps cockblocking or preventing them from asking Tony out.

Look, Steve and Bucky loved Tony. That’s why they wanted to ask him out in the first place. And they loved his terrifying friends, who had already given their blessings and shovel talks.

What they were starting to love less and less though, was Tony’s new cat, Dum-E.

The first time they tried to ask him out, it seemed to be a coincidence. Right before one of them could get the words out, Tony’s phone rang. It was Clint, panicking because Dum-E had disappeared. They’d gone with him back to his place to help look. Dum-E had been nestled smugly at the top of his closet. Tony had no idea how he’d managed to get up there, and still didn’t.

Every attempt after that had gotten progressively more and more pointed.

Steve tried to kiss Tony? Dum-E knocked a glass off the table right in between them, making them jump back. The exact same thing happened with Bucky just a few hours later.

They tried to get their arms around him on the couch, but Dum-E climbed onto Tony’s lap meowing loudly, demanding all his attention. Then he purred right into Steve and Bucky’s glaring faces, looking quite pleased with himself.

They knew Tony was down to join their relationship. But he didn’t seem to realize that they were down??? And it was all Dum-E’s fault.

Still, they couldn’t help but love the little bastard. Tony loved him, and he loved Tony. And honestly, he was probably just being protective since they hadn’t asked for the cat’s blessings.

At least that was the explanation Bucky came up with.

Steve was more along the lines of, “That cat has it out for us and if he wasn’t so adorable and Tony didn’t love him so much, I’d punt him into the sun.”

Yet both of them got down on their knees and tried to reason with Dum-E the next time they were asked to cat-sit, to no avail. When Tony got home they attempted to invite him over to their place . . . but Dum-E started meowing loudly from the room over and Tony rushed off with a, “sorry! My baby missed me. Raincheck, okay?”

“Why can’t you just make your move on him when Dum-E’s not around?” Natasha asked reasonably.

“We’ve tried,” Bucky said miserably. “Three times. He got a call about Dum-E the second we opened our mouths.”

“Cat’s got it out for us.” Steve scowled.

“We know he wants us back!” Bucky wailed. “We want to love him so bad! Why won’t Dum-E let us?”

“Pets can be possessive of their owners,” Clint joined their conversation through a mouthful of pizza. “Just look at Lucky.” He swallowed and gestured down at the one-eyed dog who was sitting at his feet chewing on a pizza crust.

“Lucky loves everyone,” Natasha deadpanned. “And he’s too much of a good boy to cockblock you.”

Steve growled and Lucky whimpered.

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Then, they finally got their chance. Tony was sending Dum-E to a . . . cat retreat? Some ridiculous rich person pet thing. But Bucky and Steve didn’t care how ridiculous it was because THEY’D HAVE THEIR CHANCE TO GET WITH TONY. Finally.

Steve and Bucky headed over to Tony’s apartment to wait by his door and whisk him off the second he came back, cat free.

They hovered at the sides of the door, like bodyguards, facing the stairs, waiting for Tony’s head to appear over the landing.

When it did, they pounced.

“Tony!” Bucky yelped. “Please go on a date with us!”

The guy with dark hair who was not Tony, stared at them in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

“We thought you were our friend,” Steve cut in, blushing. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Alright.” The guy continued up the stairs with a confused glance back at them.

The next person who came up the stairs was Tony, and his presence was announced by . . . a meowing. Fuck.

“Oh! Hey, guys.” Tony said brightly, the still-full cat carrier under his arm. “What are you doing here?”

“You- you still have Dum-E with you,” Bucky said dumbly, staring at the cage far too hard.

“I didn’t want him to have to miss me,” Tony mumbled bashfully. Steve and Bucky almost swooned, but they stopped themselves. This was a problem.

Steve stepped forward with a far too forced smile. “Let me take that for you.”

“Aw, thanks Steve!” Tony beamed at him and handed Dum-E over.

Steve opened Tony’s door, put the crate down, and slammed it shut. “We’re taking you out,” he announced. Dum-E started yowling, but it was too late! The words had been said. Or so they thought.

Tony looked at him disapprovingly. “Steve! Can’t shopping wait?”

“You think we want to take you out . . . shopping?” Bucky asked. There was only one thing to be done. He pulled Tony in for a mind-numbing kiss. It was only slightly ruined by the cat screeching in the background. “We wanna take you out on a date, you beautiful idiot.”

Tony gaped at them. “What?”

“We’re going,” Steve said. “We’re gonna wine and dine you, sweetheart.”

“O-okay.” Tony looked fretfully back towards his door. “But Dum-E . . .”

“We’ll call Sam or Nat or Clint to go watch him.” Steve started steering them towards the stairs. “We have been waiting for this moment for far too long for that cat to ruin it again.”

“You have?” Tony looked at Bucky for confirmation.

Bucky glanced back at the door, shuddered, and took Tony’s hand, pulling him along. “You have no idea, doll. None.”

#prompt answered #stuckony #steve rogers #bucky barnes #tony stark #dum e #dum e as a cat #marvel #mcu

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officially-tonynat-shrine · 6 years ago

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How To Keep A Secret

(A/N): I'm back!! And I'm not proud of myself because I've procrastinated this for a long long time. This fic was supposed to be up by October 2018. It's been bloody five months. I'm sorry for being a dick @spideypeach. I hope you like this. 😭💖💛 I'm sorry once again :(

Also, Happy Birthday, Barnes!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader // Word Count: around 2.1k

Prompt (highlighted in the fic): "How do you know that?! Only like, seven people know that!" (I have kind of changed the prompt to suit the fic)

Summary: Some things are best kept secret. Some are not. // Warnings: exploitation of the fact that Bruce knows Hindi? It's explained at the end, of course☺️. (Shitty writing?)

••••

"You know, for a group of extremely observant, stealthy operatives they are extremely dumb."

Bucky chuckled at your statement. He rolled over to face you, metal arm hovering over yours- which was around his torso- before cautiously bringing it around you waist. He brought you closer to him. You craned your neck and kissed him on the chin, the thin silk sheets barely covering your modesty. He snuggled you in his arms, his metal arm softly stroking your back as he kissed your head.

"Doll", he started after letting out a content sigh, "if they find out then I won't be the world's deadliest assassin. Imagine holding that title and not even being able to sneak around the people you know so damn well!"

You whined as he tried to get up, not wanting to let go of him so soon.

"Baby, it's already 6 am. Steve will be wondering where I am."

"Don't go." You whined again.

"Now, I wouldn't have to go if it weren't for someone insisting on keeping up the charade, right?" He sang.

"Ugh, damn, I'm not liking the bet now."

"Well, you can always accept defeat."

"Aw, hell nah!"

"Is that bet really worth all this trouble, doll?" Bucky pouted.

"Ooh, no. Hell, no. I know what you're doing, Barnes. Your puppy eyes won't work on me." You turned your face from him, hoping that he would stop attacking you with the famous 'Buck Eyes'.

Till date, no one but Tony had been able to avoid them. From the day Tony had flipped the finger at 'Buck Eyes', everyone worshipped the ground Tony walked on and Bucky was constantly trying to get Tony to yield.

"But baby," Bucky whined.

You giggled, lightly pushing him away.

"Go on and join that cockblock of your best friend, love."

He guffawed at your nickname for his best friend.

"Honestly, Bucky. I'm telling you. He already knows. How else can he cockblock us five times in three days?! That'd take some serious coincidences."

"Well, I have a way of finding out whether or not he knows." Bucky smirked.

"And what might that involve?"

"Well," he mused, "it's very simple. Only involves you and me fuc-"

"Bucky!"

"What?!" He laughed. That cheeky brat.

≈≈≈

"You're late."

Bucky took his eyes off the flowers growing on the sidewalk and faced his best friend. Steve was standing with his arms crossed across his chest, the extremely tight white t-shirt threatening to break its seams.

"And you still haven't bought clothes that fit you."

"You had a good night's sleep?" Steve asked, ignoring the man's statement.

"Yeah." He smiled as he thought of you. More specifically, him in your arms.

Steve nodded. He had been afraid that after the Germany debacle, it would be very difficult to change things back to normal. He remembered the countless nights he had been up thinking about how in hell he could apologize to Tony. He knew he had made a mistake. He admitted it. But he had feared that Tony would never accept it- and rightfully so. He had, after all, hurt his friend. But fortunately it seemed like everything worked out well.

It had taken some time, but the billionaire had warmed up to Bucky and now it seemed that they even considered each other friends.

"What are ya thinking of, pal?" Steve wouldn't have noticed but everyone else, Bucky included, agreed on the fact that Steve's Brooklyn mannerisms had made a comeback now that Bucky was around more. They could see him fall back into 40's self. Sam appreciated it a lot. Mostly because a lot of the 40s slang gave him content to tease Steve and Bucky with.

Steve would never admit it out loud but he personally was grateful for Sam and Bucky's playful bickering. It brought out Bucky's 40s snarky habits. Although he had observed that Bucky had been exceptionally happier for the past six months or so. Especially in the company of the newest addition to their weird family. You.

Steve was not blind. His best friend may be a world renowned and feared assassin but he was as smooth as Steve when it came to wooing dames of the 21st century. And Steve was sure he wasn't hallucinating when he had seen Bucky stare at you on countless occassions. And his suspicions were only confirmed furthermore when Nat and Sam had approached him the day before.

≈≈≈

He was staring at (Y/N) again. This had become a common occurrence in the past two weeks. Everytime (Y/N) would enter or exit a room, Bucky's eyes would follow the retreating figure. Steve wanted to confront Bucky but knowing him, he would never get straight answers.

"You've seen it too, haven't you?" Natasha's accusing tone caught his attention.

Steve turned to the fiery redhead questioningly but when he faced her he knew what she was talking about. He sighed, "I know. I have my doubts too. But you know him. He won't talk!"

"Doesn't mean we shouldn't help them." Sam said, from the chair nearby.

Steve opened his mouth to explain for the hundredth time how Bucky would just cut their balls off before asking for help when he realised what Sam said.

"Wait. What do you mean 'help them?"

Sam smirked wildly before leaning forward as if he were about to disclose the biggest secret. He whispered, "You see, while you two were busy observing Barnes gawking at (Y/N), I was keeping tabs on (Y/N). Wanna know what I concluded?"

"She likes him too!" Natasha whispered scandalously.

"Exactly. And that's why we must focus on (Y/N) rather than trying to get Barnes to confess. Because all of us know that Barnes is one stuck up idiot."

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It was quite late in the night when Bucky woke up thirsty and hungry. He groggily sat up on the bed and felt around for your warm body. Of course, you had sneaked out. The bet was really getting on Bucky's nerves now. He was this close to kissing you in front of everyone and carrying you with, to his room.

Bucky staggered out of his room, muttering angry curses.

"Fucking bet. Fucking pride and ego. How in fresh hell can Nat not figure this one out?! Isn't she supposed to be a fucking spy-"

"-I'm telling you, they were giving each other heart eyes!"

"Nat, are you sure? If Bucky wanted to hide it, he wouldn't have so obnoxiously stared at her."

"Steve, we have talked about this how many times now? All of us have established that Barnes is putty when it comes to (Y/N), we-"

Before anyone could hear or see him, Bucky retraced his steps away from the approaching silhouettes and back to his room, thirst and hunger forgotten. His smile could have rivalled the Sun. He giddily tip-toed back to his room and noiselessly shut the door. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

The next day, Bucky got up to FRIDAY. Not exactly what he had anticipated but he couldn't have been bothered by anything that day. He had a plan ready and it was simple. All he needed was an observant audience.

"Mr. Barnes, Mr. Stark requests everyone's presence in the common room by two o'clock. The Wakandan quinjets will reach the hangar by 02:15 pm."

Bucky glanced at the vintage clock- courtesy of Sam and Tony- beside his bed. 10 o'clock. He still had time.

You had just worn your gym outfit when you heard a knock at the door.

"Come in!"

"Well, don't you look beautiful?"

Before you could turn around to greet your boyfriend, Bucky snuck his arms around your waist. You giggled, trying to escape his grip, "Bucky someone might see!"

"No one's home, doll. Sam, Nat and Steve decided to go grocery shopping, Rhodey and Bruce dragged Tony out of his lab to grab breakfast, Clint and Scott will come over only by one, Thor will arrive at two and-"

"Okay! Okay, I get the picture, lover boy!" You tittered. "How about we go for a walk then? We haven't done that in a while."

Bucky decided that it would be a good idea to hint about Steve and Nat knowing when the two of you would be returning to the Tower. That way you won't have enough time to register that he might be up to something. Although he would only realise later that the scene the both of you would walk into definitely would not need any fuelling from his side.

≈≈≈

Peter decided that reaching the Tower by 01:30 pm was a great decision on his behalf. He did not think anyone would be in the Tower and he could easily slip into the gym to practice some new moves.

"Kid, you are not stepping into the gym for two more weeks." Tony's voice boomed from behind him as Peter crossed the common room. Cursing his luck he turned around hoping that he could convince- any thought of convincing anyone vanished into things air when he saw five of the adults staring down at him. Silently sliding back into the common room he settled down and stuck his earphones in his ears.

"... Wouldn't be a problem, I mean we can always team them up against each other-"

He must have dozed off. He deduced that there were about five to six people in the room. He knew that Tony was speaking before being interrupted.

"Yes, but if they want to hide it they might protest-"

"Heavens, Rogers why do you have to be so pessimistic-"

"I'm not being pessimistic, I'm just stating the possibilities!"

"Fine! IF they start protesting then we'll just force them together."

"But then Bucky will know that we know that-"

"Jesus, kitna Buck Buck karta hai."

"I know that's Hindi, Bruce."

"Rogers, stop deviating from the topic."

"Can I ask what in fresh fuck is happening here?"

The dead silence prompted Peter to get up and look around. He could feel the awkwardness radiating off of Steve. Somehow everyone else was either jubliantly smirking or utterly confused. (Y/N) being the latter.

"Well, hello there, fossil. (N/N)." Natasha grinned.

"Nat, what are you up to?" You cautiously asked. God knows what these little shits had been up to while Bucky and you had been out.

"We might know something." Tony breached the topic. "Something specifically related to you."

"Me?"

"And Bucky, of course."

You stilled. You could see Peter perking up at Tony's declaration. Of course he wanted 'the tea'. Sometimes you wondered how Tony and Peter were not related.

"So y'all gonna kiss or not?" Sam bluntly asked.

"What?!"

Peter could see the tension on your features.

"How do you know that?! How long have you known?! And who told you? I don't remember-"

As your gaze fixated on Peter's he yelled, "I swear I didn't do it! I did not tell them! Only like seven people know, I swear!"

Peter meekly scanned the room and seeing almost every other person's face painted in confusion, he awkwardly shrunk into the sofa.

"Kid, what are you talking about?"

"The same thing that you guys are inisuating."

"And that is?" Steve prompted.

"How you guys came to know that Bucky and (Y/N) are dating?" Peter squeaked.

"I'm sorry, what the fuck?"

Natasha swirled facing the two of you, shock and excitement written all over her face.

"YOU TWO ARE DATING?!"

It was utter chaos in the room. Steve was trying to calm Sam down and Nat was ranting on and on about how she could not have noticed it.

"I'm a fucking spy, goddammit!"

"Oh my God, are you guys done screaming my ears out?" Bucky asked calmly.

"Did you know that they know?!"

"Doll, how would I know-"

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"The fuck kinda-"

"Guys! Guys! Guys! Why is this even important? Everybody knows everything, nothing to hide, can't we move on and let this slide?"

"That was good."

"Thanks, man."

"Wait a minute. Pete, I don't care how you got to know about us. What did you mean by only seven people know it?!"

"Uh, well, I- I- I- you know, seven? Yeah, I mean, I know, you know, Bucky knows, and- and- um-"

"And the White Wolf and Spiderman?" You deadpan.

"Yes! Yes! They know too."

"Peter, I am the White Wolf and you are Spiderman."

Peter let out a sigh of defeat and stuttered, "Itoldnedandauntmaythedayigottoknowandthenifacetimedshurisoeveryoneinwakandaknows."

"I only got Ned and face timed."

"Well, I may or may not have told Ned and Aunt May and then proceeded to have FaceTime Shuri. May be." Peter answered evasively.

"So everyone except us." Natasha barked, still annoyed that she wasn't able to find out.

"Yeah, basically." Peter casually answered before thinking for a few seconds and added, "does this mean I'll be able to join the super secret meetings?"

"Oh hell no!"

••••

(A/N): did y'all like it?

"Kitna Buck Buck karta hai" is a pun of sorts. The sentence basically means, "[name] blabbers a lot." 'buck buck' (or bak bak, as it is written) means blabbering. Guess, you'll understand the rest ;)

Tagging some lovelies for validation: @shamelessbookaddict @emilyshurley @thebookwormslytherin @trashpanda-barnes @messy-random-bitch

#bucky barnes x reader #one shot #marvel #steve rogers #peter parker #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #tony stark #sam wilson #x reader inserts #fluff?#fluff #i hope so

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ao3feed-winterhawk2-archive · 6 years ago

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by candycanedarcy

Bucky and Clint do their best to ruin Steve's couch.

Words: 1502, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of candycanedarcy's Ko-fi Fics

Fandoms: Marvel

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton

Additional Tags: Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Couch Makeout Sessions, compliments, Pet Names, Deaf Clint Barton, Blowjobs, Cockblock Steve Rogers, Snarky Clint Barton, Soft Boys, Couch Sex, murderbird Clint, background Steve/Sam, Clint Barton: Human Embodiment of Sunshine, i will not be taking questions, messy bun bucky, the feelings these boys give me should be illegal

#WinterHawk #Bucky/Clint #Clint/Bucky #Bucky Barnes #Clint Barton #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic

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crashdevlin · 6 years ago

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Dinner and Dancing- 3: Bandwagon

Part One... Part Two

Author’s Note: Originally posted to ao3. Set post Civil War, pre-Infinity War. *Gifs are not mine.* Summary: Reader tracks down Steve in an attempt to track down Bucky. Bucky’s unreachable but Steve is more than happy to step into his shoes. Pairing(s): Steve Rogers/Reader Word Count: 3373 Story Warnings: sick baby, little bit of angst, romanipien (that gypsy soul/pick up and leave thing), oral sex (female and male receiving), naughty sketches, Little bit of angst, a lot of pining, the baby’s a cockblock… and so’s Bucky. Chapter Warnings: pining, slight angst because of Bucky, meddling Avenger friends

Steve sat in a chair with a book in front of him. His eyes were not on the papers, though. His eyes were across the lounge area where y/n was sitting on a barstool pulled up to the counter, reading a magazine.

"Man, you're starin' at her, again." Sam said, clapping his hand on Steve's well-muscled shoulder.

Steve looked down at the book he was supposed to be reading, but he couldn't focus on the words, looking at y/n out of the corner of his eyes. He couldn't help it that his eyes always seemed to linger on her. Her face was magnetic. Her smile, addictive. He, honestly, couldn't fathom what was going through Bucky's mind when he left her lying alone in his bed, probably naked and-

Steve closed his eyes and shook his head. He didn't need to think of her like that. That's his best friend's best girl.

"This is gonna be like Sharon, isn't it?" Sam brought attention to himself again as he sat in the chair across the coffee table from Steve. "You're not going to make your move until way late in the game when you know you ain't gonna see her again for a long-ass time."

"Sam." Steve quietly chastised as he closed his book.

"What'd Sharon say when you finally kissed her? 'Overdue'? And then you never saw her again."

He sat forward and lowered his voice, eyes flicking to y/n and Wanda. "She's Bucky's girl, Sam."

"Pretty sure she's not, Steve. Barnes left her. She's been raising his kid with her brother because he was too much of a bitch to Dad up." Sam leaned forward, too. "Look, I don't hide how I feel about him. He's an unstable, dangerous dickhead and he ruined my damn car, but that's not why I'm sayin' this. I'm sayin' it because your boy Barnes had a month with her and ran off after three weeks because he didn't want to deal with 'Goodbye', didn't step up when she tried to tell him about that kid, but you did. Man, you treat that boy like he's yours and you want to treat her like she's yours, too. I can see it in your eyes."

Steve sighed and shook his head. "She's still got a thing for him. When she talks about him..."

"Man, when you talk about him, it sounds like you've got a thing for him." Sam interrupted. "That woman is perfect for you and you know it. Do I gotta get Wanda to dig into your heads, pull out your desires so that you can see-"

"I don't need Wanda to show me what I desire." Steve sat back and let his eyes fall on her again. She was excitedly pointing to something in a magazine. Her smile was radiant. "But, what I want isn't what's important."

"What about what she deserves? An upstanding, righteous, good man who wants to take care of her and her son. A damn American hero. Not in 1945. Now. She deserves a man like you. She deserves you."

"But she loves Bucky."

"I don't think she does. I think she was infatuated, that she had a hero complex for him because he saved her life, but you don't fall in love over three weeks and a couple black and white movies. You fall in love over life. Real love takes time, effort, and overcoming obstacles instead of running away from them. Cap, you are all about time, effort and overcoming obstacles. Your biggest obstacle here..." Sam stood, forcing Steve to look up at him. "...is yourself."

Steve opened his book again and tried to read, but he couldn't. Instead, the argument started up in head again. He'd had this argument with himself a dozen times since she walked up to him and recited her name, just with slightly more emotional attachment to call on as the time went by.

One side of the argument said everything he'd just heard from Sam: Bucky left, didn't answer her, he was happy that she was going back to America and didn't even stay until the day she got on her plane. Bucky didn't want to settle down in the first place.

The other side of the argument was... falling apart the longer he spent in her presence: Bucky was his best friend. Bucky always had his back, even when he didn't want him to. Bucky fell off a mountain and was tortured and became the Winter Soldier because of him. It would be a low thing to come in while Bucky's in cryo and take his girl, the one he'd spoken so highly of. Bucky was most important, no matter how he feels about her, no matter how he feels about George. Heck, he could help take care of George without being with y/n, right? And that would be honoring Bucky, to take care of his son, wouldn't it?

Of course, it wasn't just about George and he couldn't lie to himself about that.

*********

You looked across the room at Steve, reading his book. "Someday, he's going to look up and see you staring at him." Wanda said, slipping onto the stool next to you.

You looked down, embarrassed. "No, I've got a plan for that. I just look away really fast."

"Why are you embarrassed that you're attracted to Steve?"

You could feel your face turn red. "I'd thank you to stay out of my head, Wanda." You said, flipping your Game Informer open to a review of the newest Nintendo handheld.

"I don't need to be in your head, Y/n. I have eyes." She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed on it for a moment, staring at you. "Is it because of Sergeant Barnes?"

"He's Bucky's best friend."

"So? Barnes isn't here, y/n. He didn't want to be. You were his ideal because you were leaving, because he didn't have to worry about anything real developing. As soon as you considered staying, as soon as you became real, he disappeared. Steve lives in the real world. He likes the real things. He likes being depended on. He likes problems because he likes overcoming them. The only fight he's ever backed down from was when he almost let Winter Soldier kill him in an attempt to jog Barnes' memories."

"And that says more about why we're not going to be able to make it past the obstacle than anything, because Bucky is the obstacle and Bucky is of utmost importance for Steve."

"I think, if you worked together, you could get past it." Wanda said, before pointing at the Nintendo Switch ad in the magazine. "I think we need one of these."

"That'd be awesome. We should set up a gaming room! I've got a bunch of board games in a box somewhere, and in another box, I've got a bunch of old video game consoles! Oh, my gosh! That's a great distraction!"

"PlayStation or XBOX?"

"Both, also Wii. I never bought into the whole console wars. I just waited 'til i could find 'em used or super cheap and bought all of 'em."

"Now you're going to ignore your feelings via video games." Wanda said, matter-of-factly.

"Yup!" You said, jumping down from the stool and heading to George's closet where your still-packed boxes were stored.

The next morning, you came into the kitchen with George in a baby sling and smiled at everyone. "I set up a game room yesterday. Cards, board games and 12, count 'em 12, different video game consoles. It's the room that was empty next to Georgie's, so... If anyone's interested..."

Clint walked out of the kitchen immediately, bowl in hand, spoon in his mouth. Natasha followed, calmly. You grabbed a pack of Poptarts out of the cabinet and headed back toward the game room. "Nat, I don't wanna be player two. Nobody wants to be Luigi." Clint's whining could be heard down the hall.

"Shoulda got here first."

"I did get here first! You stole the controller when I turned my back to put down my stupid cereal. Come on! Let me be Mario."

"When I die."

"You're a bitch."

"So are you." Natasha said, as Super Mario World music started to fill the room.

"Well, I didn't mean to start fights." You said, sitting at the card table and pulling open the Poptarts. "This was supposed to be fun."

"Oh, don't worry. You didn't start this fight. This is ongoing." Natasha responded, turning her head to look at you, but continuing to play. She jumped on several Koopa Troopas while her head was turned.

"Yeah. Every time we play anything, she's gotta be first. Shit, she's even Player 1 when we play Pong." Clint complained.

"You did all of this since last night?" Steve asked, looking around at the games and consoles. "You're amazing."

"I'm aware." You smiled, grabbing a box of playing cards and tossing it to him. "What kinda card games you know, Army?"

He chuckled. "I know poker." He offered, opening the box and sitting down across from you. He shuffled the deck easily.

"I've never played. Wanna teach me?"

"If we're doin' poker, we need to play with Monopoly money, 'cause we ain't having a replay of Cap's birthday." Sam said, dropping into the chair next to you.

"What happened?"

"Stark threw a July 4th bash and Maria Hill conned me into playing poker."

"She didn't con you, Sam. She offered, you accepted. She beat you, and me and Clint and Tony, fair and square." Steve responded with a smirk.

"Whatever, man. She hustled us." Sam said, as Wanda sat down with a fistful of multicolored dollars.

"Just because you fell for her saying 'What is a Full House again', doesn't mean she hustled you. You should have known she could play."

"I barely knew the woman! Whatever. Gimme some pink lettuce." Sam demanded.

Wanda handed out an even amount of Monopoly dollars to everyone, while Steve shuffled the cards. You lost. Badly. Between not knowing what you were doing, listening to Clint and Natasha bicker over the Nintendo, giving attention to the baby in the sling across your chest, and the nervous pit that grew bigger every time you locked eyes with Steve, Wanda and Sam cleaned you out of your play cash in no time. You bowed out of the game with a smile and headed across the hall to your room. About 15 minutes later, Steve was walking down the hall. "They busted you, too, huh?"

"I'm 90% certain Wanda's cheating. She's just too good, ya know." Steve smiled, leaning against your door frame. "Thank you for setting up that room. We haven't had much to do since we've been... criminals, and half of the comedy left when Scott did, so... distractions are welcome."

"That was the point. Crazy underground bunker gets a bit..."

"Yeah." He chuckled. "Yeah. Hey, uh, when you get a minute... I, uh, dug out some of my old sketch books, if you-"

"Definitely." You stood, quickly bending down to pick up Georgie from his bouncer. You followed Steve to his office, where a stack of books sat on his desk. Steve took George from your arms and you picked on up. It was full of sketches of the things and people around him, some very detailed and lifelike, some purposely cartoonish caricatures. "These are really good, Steve. You have such a mastery of shadow."

Steve blushed, but you barely noticed as you ran your fingers across an almost photographic sketch of Natasha's face. You flipped a few pages until you got to a picture of Tony Stark looking lovingly into Pepper Potts' eyes. "I really like that one. Tony looked so human in that moment. I had to sketch it." He smiled. "This was at the July 4th party. They didn't know I was watching. I took a quick picture with my phone and drew that after I got home. I was gonna give it to them if Tony ever got around to popping the question."

"You'll have to send it to them. It's perfect."

"Well, I don't know about 'perfect'."

"Please, everything about you's perfect." You said, nonchalantly. You continued through the sketches, studying your favorites before moving on to the next. When you got to the bottom of the stack, you looked over at him. He was doing 'tummy time' on the floor with George. "Are you not drawing, anymore? These books, the latest date is two years ago, almost."

"Uh, no, I-I am, it's just..." He got up on his knees and looked over at you. "The sketches in the new book are... not finished." He seemed unsure of that answer.

You chuckled. "Okay, well, when they get finished, you gotta let me see 'em, because you are so good at this."

"Thanks." He said, standing and stepping over George. "Means a lot." You just looked down and smiled.

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"She's not going to make a move." Wanda said, her eyes on her cards.

"Neither is he. Thinks it'd be a slap in Barnes' face or somethin' to go out with the chick he walked away from. I dunno."

"Well, maybe they need a push." Clint suggested as Mario fell to his death and Natasha wrenched the controller from his fingers.

"This isn't a Rom-com, Clint."

"It could be." Clint turned around, looking at the two at the table, each trying to bankrupt the other of their fake money. "All that really requires is two clueless assholes who don't realize they're perfect for each other, an antagonizing force or event and a couple friends to set them on the right course. I'm pretty sure this is a tailor-made Rom-com situation."

"I'm all for manipulation for the sake of romance, but what could we possibly do to make them stop focusing on Barnes?" Natasha asked, eyes not leaving the screen.

"Well, we could tr-"

"Trapping them in a room together isn't going to work. They've roadtripped together. Twice."

"Okay. Fair point. What if we-"

"Telling one or both that the other is sick or injured would be cruel. They just got done dealing with Georgie's cancer."

"We could-"

"Cap can't get drunk."

"You know what, Nat?! You come up with one!"

"Babysitting." Natasha said, succinctly. "We convince Steve to take her out for some much-needed fun and we offer to babysit."

"Sure. If you wanna go simple with it." Clint grumbled, flopping back down on the couch.

"I'll talk Steve into it, later." Natasha finished.

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"I'm just sayin' she looks like she needs a break." Natasha looked up at Steve from her spot in his desk chair, her feet up on his desk.

"No, you're just saying that I need to take her out. I didn't take you for a bandwagon person, Natasha." He responded swatting her feet off of his desk.

She shrugged. "Only if the music makes sense, Steve."

"How does me courting Bucky's girl while he's incapacitated make sense?"

"He ghosted her. He left her, let her go through her pregnancy alone. He didn't want her or the whole family thing. You think he'd be upset that you took her out for some fun?"

"Okay, you weren't on our side in Germany so you missed the animated way he spoke about her. He talked about her like she could be his salvation, like she was everything he ever... I've never heard him talk about a woman the way he spoke about her. He 'ghosted' her because he was terrified for her, how his life might end hers. How could I even entertain taking the one thing he's wanted?"

"Easy. You take her out and ignore the frozen guy thousands of miles away."

Steve sighed, heavily. "Bucky's gonna wake up one day, Natasha. How would I explain that y/n came around looking for him and I was taken with her, so I took her from him?"

"You don't. You wouldn't have to. If he cared about her, he'd want her dating a quality guy. He'd want George around good people. If he cared, he'd want you guys together."

"I don't know. It just feels wrong."

"No. It doesn't and that's why you feel guilty." Natasha stood. "Ask her to dinner, Rogers. She's got a bunker full of folks who would love to babysit." She smirked as she walked out of the office.

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You looked up as Steve walked into the game room. "What are you playing?"

"It's called Crash Bandicoot: Warped. It's... I don't even know how to describe this game."

Steve watched you for a few minutes, before clearing his throat. "So, I was wondering if... if you wanted to come to dinner with me tonight." You turned your head, staring at him in shock. The game over screen was suddenly on the screen because a boulder crashed into you as you stared. "Sorry. Didn't mean to get your... bandicoot killed."

"What did you say?" You whispered, dropping the PlayStation controller on the couch next to you.

"I asked if you wanted to go to dinner with me." He sat next to you, moving the controller out of his way. "There's a restaurant in the Bronx, the original owner was part of the 107. I saved him from HYDRA, so his grandson always has the Chef's Table free for me. We could go in through the back door. He makes the best burgers."

"Uh... are you... are you asking me on a date, Steve?"

He chuckled, running his hand through his hair. "I am. I think we need some time out of the compound and I'd like to spend it with you. If-if you wanted."

You bit your lip. "Of course. I would love to. But what about-"

"Natasha volunteered to babysit." Steve stood. "So... I'll pick you up at your room at 7?" He asked, with a smirk. You nodded, still a bit dumbfounded that he asked you out. "All right. I'll go make our reservations."

"And I'll... go take a... shower." You stood, turning off the PlayStation and heading for your room. Milo knocked on your door as you were trying to figure out something to wear.

"So. He finally asked you out?"

"It's not... I'm sure it's not like that."

"I'm sure you're lying to yourself. Captain America has invited you to dinner. Is not for no reason. Is because he likes you. You like him, too."

You shook your head. "Come on."

"When did you become a pussy?"

"Excuse me?"

"When I met you, you were going for what you want. You weren't lying to yourself about things right in front of your face. Did motherhood soften you so much or are you still holding out hope for James to come back when he ran away from you?"

You took a deep breath. He was kinda right. You wanted Bucky and you went for him. Why should you feel so bad about wanting Steve, especially when Steve obviously wants you, too. "Bucky's a good man. I might be pissed off at him, but what if that's why I'm so receptive to Steve? Maybe I like Steve because he reminds me of Bucky and-"

"You like Steve because Steve is amazing. You'll see after you go on this date with him."

"Maybe. I don't even know what to wear."

"Jeans and the purple blouse."

You sighed, looking at the outfit he picked. "I don't know if that'll work. I don't think it'll fit."

"It'll fit. You've lost most of the pregnancy weight. Go on. Try it on." Natasha showed up at your door. "I'll do your makeup, Wanda can do your hair."

"No. No, no. This is not gonna be a whole big-" You said, shaking your head at the Russian.

"It's a date. You oughta let us help you." Wanda said, pushing into the room with a hairbrush and a curling iron. "We know it's just dinner, but still. You want to look your best."

You took a deep breath. They weren't going to walk away on this. Stubborn Avenger friends. "Fine." You rolled your eyes and sat in your desk chair as the women started to attack you with hair brushes and makeup brushes.

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Vacation (Part 2 of It’s Not A Cuddle)

Love All The Marvel Ships Challenge

Day Nine ~ Hanging Out With Friends

She stared Steve down as he locked his jaw and gave her that judgmental holier than thou frowny face. God, the guy was such a disapproving stick in the mud sometimes. She bet he shit in red white and blue too, the sanctimonious party pooper. They didn’t come any more Apple Pie than good old Captain America. But Darcy had had enough, this was her home too, technically it was her home first. Not that Rogers had figured that out yet. She knew the others had and she also knew the pool down in security was pushing ten thousand at this point on when he would find out.

“Bucky’s got a long road of recovery ahead, he needs quiet, not your usual brand of disturbance Darcy. I know you’re a good person, that you’ll respect my position in this. Just keep your distance for a while, I think your behaviour is confusing him.”

Darcy mentally counted to ten, then ten again and just for good measure started reciting the periodic table too. She would not lose her temper in a pointless argument with Captain Righteous. Except the other part of her brain, the Stark part was screaming in the back of her head to taser him in the balls.

“Look Steve. I know you mean well, but Bucky’s a big boy, he can use his words just fine. If he doesn’t want me around, he can tell me himself, but I am not abandoning him just because you’re jealous.”

Steve glared down at her while she sneered back.

“I have no interest in you Miss Lewis.”

“I never said you did. I’m not blind and this isn’t 1940 anymore. You’re losing your cool because your BAE has been flirting with me nonstop since I gave him a ‘Welcome Back, Glad You’re Not Brainwashed’, cupcake back in June.”

“I am not jealous Miss Lewis, Bucky is like a brother to me.”

“Sure you aren’t, and the Lannister’s were just siblings too, doesn’t mean they didn’t bang like rabbits.”

Her sarcasm was so thick she could probably cut it with a knife.

Steve went a brilliant shade of puce and stalked away.

Darcy watched him go and wrinkled her nose. This was getting ridiculous; the guy had a massive bug up his butt about Bucky spending so much time with her. What he needed was to pull the stick out of his ass and have some fun. When she really thought about, all of them could use a little down time. When was the last time any of them had had a vacation? Probably not since before the Mandarin had blown up the house in Malibu. Darcy hums to herself as she makes her way down to Tony’s workshop.

“Hey Pop, Peter. What you doing?”

Tony was elbow deep in a piece of machinery and Peter was hanging upside down from the ceiling peering at whatever their dad was pointing out to him with an expression of awe.

“Just some adjustments for the engine we’re putting together”

“Cool, you building a car as some sort of father son bonding exercise?”

Tony and Peter shared an identical look of mischief and Darcy felt the hair on the back of her head rise in warning. That was never good, the last time they had worked on something there had been doppelgangers popping in and out through portals to alternate universes, the clean up on that mess had been a bitch. As always it had landed in her lap to deal with the fall out. On the other hand, it had been really sweet getting to meet her counterpart in another world. In that one she was happily married to one James Buchannan Barnes with a baby on the way. She really hoped it worked out for them, they seemed really happy together.

That world had been running a little ahead time wise though, so she figured her own delectable Mr Barnes and she had plenty of time to get their romance on the way to happily ever after, or at least she had till Captain Cockblock started lurking around every time she managed to get some alone time with him.

There was a clunk and spark from the table the boys were messing with which brought her attention back to the possible trouble the two were no doubt brewing.

“Do I have to call Mom and tell her you guys are “Up To Something” again?”

Twin looks of terror washed across their faces and the curl of satisfaction in Darcy’s gut turned her grin wicked.

“Darcy, light of my life, child of my heart, what can dear old dad do to keep you from ratting me out to Pepper?”

The look of delighted triumph that sprang up told Tony he was going to regret offering almost cart blanch for whatever scheme his daughter had concocted this time.

“Can the new house in Malibu be ready for guests this time next week?”

“Why?”

“I think the Avengers and their various support staff and significant others could really do with a vacation, some family time to recharge after the craptastic year and half we’ve had. I’ll even arrange some cover for a week with Xavier. What do you say, family Va-kay?”

Tony let go a long suffering sigh and gave her ‘The Look’ TM.

“I’m not gonna get out of this am I?”

“Nope.”

“Fine, but if Barton breaks anything it’s coming out of your allowance.”

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“Bucky, are we cuddling again?”

For a long minute he just continues to hold her close, tucked into his arms protectively. She squirms a little till he slackens his hold enough for her to look up and check his eyes. Well that’s good, no Winter Soldier today, but something must have triggered him, he’d been doing much better in the month since she’d dropped Sam in that vat of goo.

“Umm, sorry Darcy.” He shrugs a little and goes to step back but the squishy part of her heart has just been bent out of shape again and she wraps her arms around his waist and buries her nose in his chest.

“No sorry’s allowed Bucky-Bear. We can hug now it’s fine, I like cuddles, remember?” Her playful tone has him slipping his arms around her again and she melts into his embrace.

They stand that way for a few minutes, leaning into each other. It’s the strangest way a guy has ever come onto her in her life, but she’s learning to appreciate these odd moments when Bucky just seems to need an anchor.

For whatever reason, almost as soon as he’s been brought to the Tower, it was Darcy who had been his focus when the world around him got to be too much. Natasha thought it was because Darcy was the least threatening looking person there, Clint was adamant that Darcy just looked like the softest most cuddly woman imaginable and that Barnes was probably a boob man. Tony had got a pinched look on his face and told her that she probably reminded Barnes of the pin ups the guys back in the day would have postcards of, that the familiarity was a comfort. To be honest she could see the merit in all the answers, it was probably a combination of the three. Also, bonus for her because he was an absolute snack. Who wouldn’t want to be wrapped up in the embrace of a six-foot super soldier with muscles like that? Just being around him gave her the shivers, the good kind, and his eyes were a thing of beauty. Anytime he had her caged in his arms she felt safe and warm and was tempted to start purring like a kitten.

The only thing stopping her from moving things forward was Captain “I can do this all day” Rogers. Every time it seemed like Bucky was going to go in for a real, honest to goodness kiss the Captain would show up and she’d be back at square one.

Well, she was going to fix that. She had plans to make, lots of villain level plans that were going to get her laid, damn it. All she needed was the house in Malibu, Sharon Carter and a little favour from Fury.

“What are you plotting, Doll? I can almost hear the wheels turning in you brain.”

“How would you feel about a little sun, some time by the pool and me in a bikini?”

“Sounds like a plan. How are you gonna pull it off?”

“I have my ways.”

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A week later Darcy settled into the hot tub and was quickly pulled onto Bucky’s knee. One arm held her securely over her waist and the other handed her a drink. She snuggled back and bit her lip as he nuzzled into her neck and placed tiny kisses at the juncture of her shoulder, sweet mother of Thor she could get used to this. Everything had went off without a hitch. Currently Fury had sent Steve and Sharon undercover for a month, a conveniently timed operation in Russia. Without the good Captain to muck up her plans the rest of the Avengers had all headed to Malibu and the new house to take some vacation days.

Everyone looked happy and relaxed. Clint and Laura and the kids were by the pool, the kids getting a swimming lesson from Sam. Laura was snuggled into Clint’s side on the double lounger as the archer read a book.

Peter, MJ and Ned were playing volley ball on the beach a little way down with Tony, Pepper and Happy.

Natasha was lying on a lounger, Bruce happily rubbing lotion into her back, they’d been doing that for a while now and no one was about to mention it or even raise an eyebrow.

Across the hot tub from them, Thor and Jane were enjoying a little cuddle time of their own.

Sipping on her Mojito as Bucky’s fingers skimmed the edge of her bikini bottoms Darcy felt like everything had fallen into place nicely. This was exactly what they had needed. Just a nice relaxing time away from New York, the whole gang getting the chance to hang out together without the usual pressures and stresses of every day Avenging business.

Without Steve to cock block her at every turn Bucky been in had every night since they arrived. With both of them able to relax they had fallen into a nice routine of going to bed early and getting up late. This morning had been especially good, waking up in his arms and exchanging sleepy kisses he had told her he loved her and then he’d shown her just how much with as much enthusiasm as he could.

“We should do this every year Darcy.” Bucky told her she traced her fingers over the plates in his arm.

“What, get Steve sent off for a month?” she throws him a cheeky grin, the responding smile and chuckle and the sweet kiss he plants on her cheek brings a swell of happiness in her heart.

“No, just this, spend time together as a family, just hanging out, having fun. Think everyone needed it, even you Doll. You haven’t pranked anyone once since we got here.”

“Well I did promise Tony not to break anything.”

“And I know you’re more than capable of coming up with ways to inconvenience people without property damage.”

“Tony would disagree, he had to rip out the whole air filtration system at the tower three months ago on account of the number of glitter bombs that I’ve set off.”

“You never did tell me where you had Fury send Steve?”

The feral smile that graces her lips makes his cock twitch.

“Well….. you remember that Sharon’s been working with Interpol on infiltrating a Russian human trafficking ring? I had Fury send her Steve to help out. Right now, he’ll be sitting in a brothel in St Petersburg which is being used as a front for illegal money laundering and weapons distribution. Sharon said she’d send him in as a customer, you know, get him a regular girl and turn an asset for them.”

Bucky choked on his drink then threw his head back and laughed. She giggled right along with him, the thought of Steve stuck in that situation gave her a ridiculous level of satisfaction.

“Doll, I love you, don’t ever change.”

“I love you too soldier.”

He kissed her then, right in front of everyone. The wolf whistle from Clint had her flipping him off while she closed her eyes and sank into Bucky’s warmth.

Best. Vacation. Ever.

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