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[ladyeliot]

I’ll fix it

Pairing: Tony Stark x Avenger Female Reader.

Summary: Everything changed the day Tony Stark felt your body fall apart in his hands, from then on a struggle to try to bring you back to him began.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of death. Time travel.

Word count: 6283

A/N: Avengers Endgame. Some of the dialogue is taken from the film. Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

Reader’s abilities: Master Martial Artist,  experienced in espionage, talented Hacker.

There was a turning point in Tony Stark’s life, that moment when everything changed, when like ashes you scattered through space, when your body disappeared leaving motes of your essence in his hands.

The battle to save humanity was lost the moment the time stone, protected by Doctor Strange, found its way into Thanos’ Gauntlet, leaving only a single chance to deal with a successful end to the final battle. All of you present had led the fight with acuity, but there was little you could do, you knew that as you fell one by one. Your bodies lay in the ruins of the once superpowered planet, waiting for someone with the will to continue fighting death, Tony was the last one standing until Thanos managed to strip him of his own Iron Man suit, stabbing him in the side with the sword Tony had created with his nanonites. Something snapped inside you, causing the relentless pain in your joints to fade and you managed to get up, before the wizard offered him the last stone and Quill unsuccessfully tried to stop him before Thanos vanished.

“Tony,” you whispered awkwardly reaching out to him, wrapping your arms around his body.

The exhaustion was such that you both let yourselves fall and ended up sitting in the ashes of that place. You brought your faces close together, facing each other, letting them rest, feeling your connection again. The bruises showed what you had suffered, open wounds that allowed blood to spread freely over every part of your face. You had just lost too much, it was a break between before and after, but the one thing you couldn’t bear to lose was him. Tony covered his cut with the last of his remaining nanonites, expressing an inward groan of relief, allowing himself to think again about what had happened.

“Why would you do that?” he muttered pleadingly, looking at Strange, who stood a few feet away from you.

“We are in the endgame now.”

That had a meaning, only Vision’s name came to mind, he was the only one who could stop that, the one who possessed the last stone, the mind stone.

Little by little, the reunion of those present was the only thing that eased the pain, you were all there, none of you had suffered worse consequences. The silence of the planet made your skin crawl, warning that this could happen to the earth if the snapping were to happen. You and Tony stumbled to your feet, watching as Peter came to you.

“Something’s happening,” your gaze connected with Mantis who had just said those words.

You had never felt so much fear inside you, until you saw how his body seemed to extrapolate and turn into ashes that disappeared moments later. The mental and bodily blockade came over everyone present, the terror professing itself through their features. Tony’s fingers clung to your right arm, barely moving from where Mantis was before he vanished.

You all looked around anxiously, hoping to find some answer to the event that had just occurred, but you only saw Drax turning to ashes, joint by joint disappearing.

“Quill?” Drax looked at him as little by little his friend’s body parts dissolved.

“Steady, Quill,” with those words Tony increased the pressure of his fingers on your arm, showing his own insecurity.

“Aw, man,” Quill whispered before melting into the wind.

It had happened, no one could have stopped him, Thanos had gotten the five infinity stones and had done the snap. No one present had any idea how it had happened, but it was clear, your worst fears had been realised.

“Tony,” Strange muttered, causing the few of you present to focus your gaze on him. “There was no other way.”

And so it was that another one turned to ashes. But it wasn’t over yet.

“Mr. Stark?” Tony and you noticed that Peter was starting to wobble, your gazes were horrified at him. “I don’t feel so good…”

“You are all right,” Tony’s words sounded confident, but hid the fear he felt inside.

“I don’t know what’s – I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t–” Peter managed to reach you, falling into Tony’s arms, who wrapped his arms around him and pinned him to the ground. “I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go, Mr. Stark, please. Please, I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go…” his voice was broken with sobs. “I’m sorry.”

You walked away from the scene, holding your hands to your face as you watched your partner’s body disappear, leaving a void in its place. So, in that moment you realised that your terror was based on the loss of your loved ones, of your family that they had become, you were not afraid of disappearing, you were afraid of them disappearing. You staggered a few steps away, unable to come to terms with what you were witnessing at that very moment, although you didn’t have time either, as a faint tingling sensation appeared in your lower extremities.

“Tony…” a faint tone came from within you, but his reaction was immediate.

“No,” he said, standing up.

You’d never seen him look at you like that before, it broke you to contemplate his watery eyes and fully dilated pupils, expressing desperation, being unable to do anything about it to stop it.

“I…” your voice trailed off.

“I got you, I got you,” his voice was broken, but rigid. “I- I promise I’ll fix this, I’ll fix this.”

You could feel his arms around your body with intensity, the warmth of his body reaching yours, but it was only an instant before you stopped feeling everything and disintegrated into ashes in his hands.

The secular emptiness came a few seconds later to Tony, it was the moment when he understood what had happened and what it meant. He belonged to that 50% of the population that had a second chance, but you were that 50% that had turned to dust from one instant to the next. A feeling indescribable to his mind invaded every inch of his body, he was lost, looking around him, hoping that it was all a nightmare from which he could wake up, but it was clear that he was living in real life, because you were not the only one who disappeared. Completely shattered, he walked through the ruins looking for an answer, some sign to hold on to, to tell him what to do, but it never came.

Time became his enemy, what happened made him realise that every step without you is a moment of his life lost. First it was days, then weeks, then months, then years, he spent a long period of time working against the clock, looking for a way to solve what happened, to come back to you. Thousands of ideas were discarded without coming to a definitive conclusion that could counteract the effects of the snap. Tony knew that if he gave up it would mean losing you forever, the life you had imagined so many times, which you never got to because of the countless missions and obstacles along the way. You were almost on the verge of touching it with your fingers once, after all that happened in Sokovia and the signing of agreements you opted to embrace the simple life, but Thanos and the stones came along and shattered your lives.

Tony had converted the cabin he built for you and didn’t have time to show you, into his own lair. He spent the hours locked away, barely sleeping, at least for the first four years, then he declined, until one day, the light seemed to brighten and his old companions appeared, offering him one last chance to get what he was looking for.

“Now, we know what it sounds like…” Scott was leaning against the wooden porch.

“Tony, after everything you’ve seen, is anything really impossible?” Steve looked at him with concern, Tony’s appearance had deteriorated over the years. He looked exhausted and full of unresolved doubts.

“I must say I sometimes miss this foolish optimism,” he grimaced, a grimace resembling a smile. “Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck Scale, which then triggers the Deutsch Proposition. Can we agree on that?” his tone rose. “In Layman’s terms, it means you’re not coming home.” he paused. “What do you think I’ve been doing for these five years? Do you think I haven’t thought about it already?”

“I came back,” Scott interjected.

“No, you accidentally survived,” Tony cut him off. “It’s a billion to one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull off a…. What do you call it?”

“A time heist?” said Scott smiling nonchalantly.

“Yeah, a time heist. Of course,” Tony frowned putting his index finger to his lips. “Why didn’t we think of this before? Oh, because it’s laughable? Because it’s a pipedream?”

“When did you give up?” cut Steve off with rudeness in his tone of voice. “When did you give up? When did you give her up?”

Those were the words that made Tony rise from his seat, tilt his face to one side and force his facial expression.

“You have no idea,” she approached him, pointing her index finger at him. “Where have you been for these five years? Creating an armada of joint therapy groups? Has that helped?”

“Tony…” Natasha interjected, but he barely paid attention.

“While you were out here with your army of crybabies I was out here, day after night trying to find a solution to undo this mess we’ve created,” Tony paused, clenched his jaw and sighed deeply. “So don’t come to me now and say I’ve given it all up for lost.”

It was clear that Steve knew how to set Tony’s mind in motion, he knew where it hurt and how he could reignite their old friendship, it only took him naming you for him when the group left to pick up on every loose end he had created over those last few years.

It was hours of thought processes, of proposing to himself the quantum possibilities that could work, but more importantly the consequences, what could happen and what number of percentages existed to bring you all back. It didn’t take him long to come up with a way out, completely illogical to anyone except those who were as crazy as he was. So it was that after all this time he arrived at the New Avengers facility.

“Why the long face?” the car stopped in front of Steve. “Let me guess, it turned him into a baby.”

“Among other things,” Steve shoved his hands into his trousers pockets and looked straight ahead. “What are you doing here?”

“Not giving her up,” Tony shrugged and got out of the car, introducing himself to Steve, who smiled. “Mind you, I don’t plan to participate in any of your open tears.”

That opened a process of slow reconstruction of the events of the past years. It opened wounds, showed the aftermath, but also reunited all the Avengers who had managed to survive Thanos’ snap. The important thing is that there were enough Pym particles for a round trip for everyone present. But the important thing was to find out where the stones were located depending on the time.

They were fortunate, or rather lucky, that three of the stones met at one point in their own history in New York City, precisely during the Chitauri invasion. That was bound to cause a bitter memory for Tony, but it suddenly changed when he found out what it meant, he would go back there, he would do that mission, and you would be there. You were there when in 2012 the Avengers faced the invasion in New York, it was your first mission, when you were all recruited, when you met for the first time.

“Okay, we have a plan,” Steve reported after he had organised the teams. All eyes were focused on a screen showing the stones and their location. “Six stones, three teams, one shot.”

It was clear that what they were about to face was something completely new, none of them had had time to perhaps acquire the necessary skills to tackle this new job, new mission. It was back to the past, at least they had the advantage of knowing what the future held, of knowing what would be in store for them if they failed to succeed in their tasks.

“Five years ago, we lost.” Steve began a speech to his colleagues positioned in circles on the starting platform. “All of us. We lost friends… We lost family… We lost a part of ourselves,” Steve and Tony’s eyes met. “Today, we have a chance to take it all back.” he paused slightly. “You know your teams, you know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know. But it doesn’t mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives. And we’re gonna win,” silence filled the room.“Whatever it takes. Good luck.”

After those words, which were encouraging for all the events that were to follow, a space loop embraced each of them, transporting them through time and space, rendering their matter insignificant. Their bodies separated between space cavities transporting them to the right time.

Tony, along with Bruce, Steve and Scott, appeared in an alleyway in New York City in 2012. The smell of dust and molten iron wafted into their nasal cavities. Everything around him was in ruins, the great skyscrapers looked like they were part of a film of the earth’s extinction, it reminded him of some of his worst fears, but it didn’t distract him because he knew how it was going to end.

“We all have our tasks,” Steve informed them, looking around at an overturned car. “Two stones on the outskirts, one in the centre. Keep a low profile,” he shifted his gaze to Tony, who nodded, raising his hands. “Keep an eye on the time.”

Given the orders the group made a point of dispersing, but Steve held Tony’s arm for a second, focusing his gaze on him.

“Are you going to be all right?” His blue eyes showed concern, including his voice as well.

“Of course,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve been through this once, I can do it again.”

With that said, Tony attached the Iron Man suit to his body and disappeared from the scene. Although his statement exuded self-assurance, he seemed to crumble a little when he reached the top of the Chrysler Building, finding himself in front of Stark Tower. His android vision allowed him to take in the scene taking place on the top floor of his old Tower. There stood the group of Avengers, surrounding Loki, holding him back, he knew that moment as if he had lived it only yesterday, but what almost made his heart stop was to find your figure there. The thrusters of his suit brought him closer to the Tower, accessing the interior through one of the open windows and keeping himself hidden behind some sculptures.

The suit disappeared from his body, becoming Tony Stark again, it was almost unheard of for him, there you were, as if time had never passed. His steps were slow, but he seemed to be completely lost, watching your every move, as if he had no job to do, and his only mission was to watch you. He could not escape the hundreds of memories that came back to him, he even felt guilty about numerous things he had said, done, or not said and done.

“Alright, who gets the wand?” you said holding up Loki’s sceptre.

Your words at that moment came to 2023 Tony with a wide smile, to hear your voice so close to him again and not through any electronic device made a lump form in his throat.

“Are you all right, dude?” Scott cut the moment short.

Tony realised at that very moment that Scott had been on his right shoulder the entire time, a fact that brought all his senses back into focus on the scene he was reliving. The lift opened, ushering in the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, who were actually Hydra, but none of you knew it at the time.

“All right, you’re up, little buddy. There’s our stone,” Tony whispered to Scott.

“All right,” Scott took up position on his partner’s shoulder. “Flick me.”

There Scott’s mission began, and he made his way to the Tony of the past to join him. The scene on the top floor of Stark Tower continued as if nothing strange was going on.

“You got it?” you asked the past Tony, watching as he put the tesseract into the briefcase.

“Yep,” he replied, closing the case and looking at you with a half smile.

“By the way, how about that drink afterwards Miss Y/L/N?”

“Interesting that you can think of a drink Mr. Stark,” you said crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh, when I buy someone a drink I’m not just thinking about drinking,” he winked at you to which you narrowed your eyes and headed towards the lift with the other companions. “Is that a yes?”

“Well I try,” muttered the Tony of the present to himself, who inevitably couldn’t hold back a smile as he saw with his own eyes that moment and your way of rejecting it, for it was the beginning of too many things. So, as you all disappeared down the lift he too made his way to his new assigned position.

“ Okay, Cap, I got our scepter in the elevator just passing the 80th floor,” he informed Steve over the intercom. “I’ll head down the hall.”

Steve had his mission, to get the sceptre by pretending to be a Hydra agent in front of those who really were and were now guarding the briefcase. Meanwhile, Tony took over one of the security uniforms of the Shield agents, to impersonate one of them and get the briefcase that had the tesseract inside that was now in the possession of the former Tony.

The avengers arrived at the lobby, Scott in thumb size’, that’s what Tony liked to call him, had to get inside the reactor of his victim to produce a small shock, and so everyone would focus their gaze on the old Tony, while the one from 2023 got hold of the briefcase, but things didn’t go as planned.

“I’m looking forward to going to Shawarma Palace,” Tony was standing next to you, “We could take it as our first date, what do you think?”

“Interesting,” you said, barely looking at him but with a slight smile on your face, “It’ll be great to say that genius billionaire Tony Stark asked me out for shawarma on our first date.”

“You forgot about philanthropist and Playboy,” he added, raising an eyebrow.“So that’s… Oh, Mr. Secretary!”

The conversation with Shield’s superior began, it was the ideal time where Scott had the opportunity to carry out his mission, for the tesseract was disappearing at that moment, and it would be tricky to access it again.

“All right, move it, Stuart Little. Things are getting dicey up here. Let’s go,” Tony informed Scott over the intercom.

It looked like everything was going down the drain, as Scott was in trouble for giving him a cardiac arrhythmia, however, everyone was stunned when at that moment Tony’s body stopped, and then began to convulse and fall to the ground. Your expression suddenly changed, as did the others.

“Tony?” you asked, dropping down beside Tony, worried about what was happening to him.

“Medics!” exclaimed the Tony Stark of 2023, taking in the scene. “You guys, some help!”

“Talk to me,” you said grabbing his face, which was completely flushed since he couldn’t breathe.

“Aw, she’s worried,” the present Tony muttered to himself.

“Is that the machine in your chest?” Thor, who was standing next to him, asked.

Meanwhile Scott, who had emerged from the reactor in the chest of the Tony of the past, pushed hard on the briefcase so that the Tony of the future could take it in his hands and go in search of a way out, but in that instant the Hulk suddenly appeared knocking Tony down, opening the briefcase, making the tesseract fly out and land at the feet of Loki who took it in his hands and disappeared.

“Come on Tony breathe,” you said looking at Thor hoping he would do something about it.

“I’ll try something, but I don’t know if it will work,” Thor brought his hammer to Tony’s chest, specifically the reactor and offered him a small shock, bringing the air back into his lungs. “Yes!”

“Whew, that worked a treat,” he said between gasps, looking at both of us. “Dude, that was crazy,” he thought. “The case.”

“Uhh, the case is…” Thor looked around.

“Where is the case?” you asked getting up trying to intercept him with your gaze.

“Where is Loki?” exclaimed Thor. “Loki!”

Meanwhile, ten meters away from the scene, the Tony from the future was completely knocked to the ground, after the Hulk knocked him down.

“Oh, we blew it,” Tony said without barely getting up, listening to all the conversation you had a few feet away.

The Tony of the future got up and opted to walk through the door leading to the stairs before anyone noticed him, for due to the Hulk’s untimely and shocking appearance, there were hardly any people left in the hall, apart from the Avengers and the Shield agents, of which he was undercover. However, as he was walking down a long corridor on the third floor, something stopped him.

“Excuse me agent,” your voice appeared as if it were an apparition behind him, causing him to stop his steps. “I must ask you to stay in the hall, we need to question everyone present in case we find evidence of what just happened.”

This was completely new, Tony hadn’t experienced it, he didn’t know what was going to happen or how he would best act on this occasion, but he knew that if he turned around you would most likely recognise him, as the black helmet and goggles barely covered his face, leaving the lower part of his face uncovered. At the same time, you kept a SIG Sauer P226 in your hand just at hip level, waiting at all times to watch the reactions of the man in front of you.

“Of course,” said Tony, changing his tone of voice slightly, making it deeper than usual, but still he just kept his position, his back to you.

“Could you turn around and come with me?” you asked with a frown, brushing your fingers over the gun and feeling a bad feeling inside you, for there was something that didn’t sit right with you.

Tony took a deep breath and lowered his face, there were a thousand ideas running through his mind right now, he didn’t know which one was worse than the last, so he connected several pieces and took one that would produce some personal gain, for worse than they were already, perhaps, things couldn’t get any worse.

“Are you sure?”

Slowly Tony’s body turned 180 degrees to face you. His features were obvious, his brown eyes accompanied by honey-coloured flecks, his beard so neatly trimmed, and those full lips, all 100% Tony Stark. But it was obvious to you that this was a trap, Loki had disappeared and you were aware of his every ability to deceive, after all he was the master of mischief. You didn’t stop for a moment to take the gun in your hands and point it firmly in his face, you had a clean shot.

“Loki…” you whispered frowning and squinting one eye to improve your aim.

“Not exactly,” Tony held up his hands retreating back a step, but showing no nervousness at all at the situation. “God, how I resent you mistaking me for him.”

It was at that precise moment, when he had you two metres away pointing a gun to his head, that he realised how long those five years had been, five years without being able to look at your face, without hearing your voice, without your caresses, without your kisses… for which he would die in those moments of your gunshot. He found himself with his hands raised, his body totally paralysed and his lips half-open, in love with you. You were not really the woman he had left behind, it was 2012 and many of your features were changed, but it was you.

“Where is the tesseract?” you asked, bringing him back to his senses. “What have you done with it?”

“That’s what I want to know,” he replied casually and slowly lowered his hands, knowing that bullet wasn’t going to be fired at him.

Tony’s mind worked fast, he was quick in his thoughts and in his actions, although sometimes that could get him into serious trouble because of the consequences of his actions, so he had no idea what he was doing at that moment, because his whole body was begging him to have a meeting with you and so he did. Now it was time to figure out where to go with the situation, but Tony was not a great planner, he flowed with time.

“By the way, did you get rid of that damn FBI agent yet? What was his name?” Tony knew how to test you to make you realise he wasn’t Loki. “Ah yes, Agent Chatter, god, how I hated him. I would have loved to see you spill champagne all over his scalp.”

“How do you… How do you know that?” your voice sounded gruff, but quizzical at the same time, even though you had no intention of conversing with him you were curious as to how the hell he had found out that information, as Tony was the only one who called Matthew ‘Agent Chatter’.

“You told me,” he said taking a step towards you, closing the distance, causing you to back away. “I told you, I’m not Loki.”

“I’ve never told anyone what happened with Matthew,” your breath hitched as you realised you didn’t understand what was going on.

“Well, you haven’t really told me yet,” he narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to one side.

You remained thoughtful for a couple of seconds. “I know exactly what you’re doing,” you tightened your grip on the gun, your hands beginning to sweat. “Your mind games aren’t going to work on me.

The moment was complex to explain, Tony had hundreds of possibilities to offer you in that moment and for you to discover that it wasn’t Loki in front of you, he knew how he could deal with the situation, but he wanted you to be the one to figure it out for yourself. He was playing with fire, he knew better than anyone how space-time worked, but he had an ace up his sleeve, an ace that Steve was carrying at that moment and he would use it later.

Tony slowly brought his hands to his face, causing you to fix your aim again with his moments, you feared what he might do next, for anything was to be expected with Loki, but Tony merely removed his helmet and goggles, dropping them to the ground exposing his full face to you.

A strange feeling came over your body, it was obviously a familiar face, you had spent numerous hours with Tony Stark in the previous weeks, but it wasn’t really your Tony standing before you. The features looked aged, more wrinkles were in the key parts of his face, grey hair was showing through his hair and also in his beard. Concentrating on analysing each of his features made you soften your grip on the gun.

"It’s me,” he murmured, making another attempt to move towards you, and succeeded, bringing the barrel of the gun down on his chest, clattering against his reactor. He gingerly reached out his arm, reaching up to your face and brushing aside a lock of your hair. “I can’t explain too much, but…”

“Tony?” a new voice joined your encounter, snapping you out of your abstraction. “What are you doing?”

Again you put distance between you and Tony, wary of what had just happened and rather guilty for letting yourself be bamboozled by Loki. You looked at the Captain who was coming from the far end of that long hallway and was just now standing metres away from you.

“It’s not Tony, Captain, it’s one of Loki’s tricks,” you explained without looking away from Tony who was looking at Steve a little guilty about the situation that had been created. “Captain, warn the others, inform them that we have Loki on the third floor of the west wing.”

“I. Am. Not. Loki,” Tony qualified each of his words somewhat irritated that you still believed it was Loki. “Can you tell her Cap?”

“Tony, what the hell are you doing?” Steve used a gruff tone, now the one who sounded irritated was him, as he was unaware of where Tony’s plans were headed.

“Shit,” Tony whispered turning his gaze towards him.“When they put that serum in your veins they offered you the gift of inopportunity, didn’t they?”

For you everything was much more confusing, your quick analysis of the situation and the two figures that stood before you had many gaps of information. You knew those guys, you had spent more hours of your life with them than with your family, you had studied them, you had analysed them and really that Steve and Tony that were before you were not the same guys, and there was only one Loki, both could not be Loki, at least within your logic, although with Loki anything goes. But what you realised was that the captain was holding the sceptre, why was the captain holding the sceptre right now?

“I’m sorry Tony, but we have to go,” he repeated firmly, which brought you back to reality.

“I don’t think either of you are going anywhere,” you quickly pulled a new pistol from the back of your suit, two guns for two people standing in front of you.

That elicited a sigh of disgust from Steve, who raised his hands, raising the sceptre in one hand and the shield in the other, halting his stride in his tracks.

“What was your bright idea Tony?” he asked seriously.

“I don’t know Cap, you know I like to improvise,” he shrugged his shoulders without taking his eyes off you, raising his hands and giving you a wide and warm smile, which didn’t affect you at all.

“Great, so improvise if you don’t want me to,” Steve sentenced him without moving from his position.

“She’s mine,” Tony slowly brought his hand to his chest, where he offered himself a couple of taps and the armour ran over every millimetre of him, covering his limbs.

Was Loki really capable of that? Confusion engulfed you, it had all your senses alert, your mind asking a hundred questions you couldn’t answer. But if it’s not any of them Loki who are they?

Tony looked at Steve’s sceptre, that was the only key way out he could think of, but since he had laid all his cards on the table, he wasn’t going to leave without doing one thing first, so he started to close the gap with you.

“If you take one more step…” you began to say, backing down the long corridor of Stark Tower.

“Honey, surely my 2012 self would punch me if he knew his 2023 self was going to do what I’m about to do,” he started to approach you which made you stand on guard, “since I’d take all the credit away from him, because he won’t do it for another two years or so, but…” between the words and his approach you blocked and pulled the trigger of the gun pointed at him, causing the bullet to hit and fall to the ground. “Hey! That hurt, well, not physically, but you just hurt my feelings.”

“Don’t come any closer…” you muttered, aiming both pistols at Iron Man’s armour.

Your gesture was profoundly in vain, as your footsteps stopped and Tony was close enough to grab the pistols tightly and wrestle them out of your hands, throwing them into the distance, unable for you to avoid. At that exact moment, Iron Man’s suit disappeared, allowing you to look at him again, much closer than the first time. You didn’t know if it was a mind game, but you could almost feel a strange connection between your gazes, the way he looked at you as if he wanted to tell you something, as if he was hiding a long way in them.

“God, I’d almost forgotten what your face…” Tony’s words were inconclusive, but he voiced a smile at the end of them.

What? you wanted to ask out loud, it was so strange, so incomprehensible to you that you were almost terrified at that moment. His eyes looked at you as if they had known you all your life, as if you had lived too many moments together to remember them all, and you just wanted to ask him about it, but you did not. Tony’s arm was around your waist before you could even react and he pulled you close to him, his lips firmly against yours. For Tony it was one of the best sensations of his life, every limb seemed to fill with energy, his skin bristled, he placed his other hand on your back preventing you from fleeing if you had any intention of doing so. He felt your body scent envelop him again after so many years away from you and it brought a lump to his throat. He didn’t want to separate from you, he couldn’t separate from you, he was terrified inside, he could hardly move his lips, for he feared you would run away if he did.

On your part it was something completely unexpected that you didn’t know how to carry out, it seemed that your common sense was lost somewhere, as if it had extrapolated from your body and didn’t act. Your eyes remained open for the first few seconds, observing the nothingness, but when you felt his second hand on your back to bring you closer to him, they closed very slowly, as if you expected to receive an answer from this act to your numerous doubts. You held still, with no intention of separating yourself from him. You wouldn’t deny that you hadn’t thought about what it would be like to kiss Tony Stark, but that wasn’t the Tony Stark you knew.

It was time that decided when to end it, Tony’s face was the one that put distance, but his minus was still glued to your back. He leaned his forehead against yours, exposing his ragged breath against your face.

“Who are you?” you whispered against his lips without opening your eyes yet.

Tony pulled back a few inches, opened his eyes and brought his hands to your face analysing every facial feature before him, running his thumb over your cheeks and lips.

“I promise I’ll fix it,” he whispered feeling himself. “It’ll be all right.”

“What…  What will be alright?” your hesitation felt present in your words, it was incomprehensible what he was saying.

“I…” began Tony.

As if the breath stopped in your lungs, you took one last exhale before everything went dark and you hips surrendered in Tony’s arms. The tip of the sceptre had grazed your body causing you to enter a deep sleep from which when you awoke you would possibly think that everything you had experienced was a dream, or that it was really Loki who was playing with you.

“It would have been rather more gentlemanly of you to let me do it,” Tony looked at Steve spitefully as he held your body in his hands.

A fearful sigh escaped Tony’s lips as he carefully laid your body on the floor and ran his palm over his face, facing a voice that told him he couldn’t leave.

“Tony, we can’t leave any loose ends,” Steve whispered as he watched Tony continue to hold you in his arms. “I know how much you want to get back to her. So the sooner we get this over with, the sooner you’ll be reunited,” Steve rested his hand on Tony’s shoulder. “By the way, where do you have the tesseract?”

“Interesting question…”

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TW: DEATH, SUICIDE, DRUGS, CURSING THE ENDING OF INFINITY WAR AND ENDGAME INCLUDED (MEMORIES OF THE DEATHS WILL BE BROUGHT BACK)

“Mr. Stark, look what I found in the Stark Industries Data Base,” Jarvis spoke out as Tony maneuvered around his set-up.

“What is it Jarvis? Did someone put my nudes on it or something?” He let out a chuckle at his own joke

“Quite the opposite, actually. You should take a look at it.” Tony scoffed at the A.I. telling him what to do, but turned around anyway. 

But, in all seriousness, well as much Tony Stark could muster, he wish he hadn’t turned around to look. There you were, in all your 18 year-old glory. Tony Stark was about to be 30 and here you were, frozen in time, forever. He wanted to look away, he really did. But no matter what he did, he just kept on staring, remembering back to the time where nothing mattered except you.

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“TONY!” You shouted from beside him as you swung high up. “I’m touching the sky!” You laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. 

Tony just sat there, on the swing beside you, soaking in your sight, your beauty. You were something from another universe, a place where people were made to be the most perfect people in the whole universe. Your smile, your laughter, your personality, the way you did things, you were just absolutely, positively perfect. And Tony Stark was absolutely, positively enamored. He didn’t know how, he didn’t know why, but here he was, the high school jerk/popular kid hanging out with the girl who was so nice to anyone and everyone.

The girl who would take the shirt off her own back to the next person who needed it. It was like you were meant for the world, and that’s what made your death so confusing to everyone involved or not. No one saw it coming, I mean who would. You made yourself out to be the happiest girl in the world, that there was nothing that made you sad and that you saw the good in everything. So when the announcement was heard on the last day of school during the morning of a moment of silent in honor of you, everyone was completely silent. 

Tony was waiting for you, you had never been late, not once in your life and you wouldn’t be caught dead being late for anything. The announcements started up, the usual end of the year tributes and congratulations to everyone, and then the two speakers went silent until there was a sob heard over the microphone. 

“And everyone, a moment of silence for a fellow classmate you all knew and loved, Y/n L/n.” The class went silent, even the class clowns and trouble makers went quiet. 

You could hear a pin drop in the classroom. Everyone’s eyes was on Tony, he usually enjoyed it, but right now all he wanted to do was destroy everything around him. The second the moment of silence was over, people tried to keep the energy positive even though it was tricky since most students were crying over their fallen classmate. But Tony didn’t give a shit, why were they crying? They knew nothing about her. But then again, did he know anything about her?

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Your face stood frozen in time, it made Tony shiver. If only he was able to go back in time and stop you from do it. I mean, there was nothing bad happening to you, but then again you kept to yourself a lot and didn’t really tell people about what was happening in your personal life, not even to your own boyfriend, Tony. All he knew was your brother passed due to suicide when you were young, you had to see it. All that blood, it traumatized you to no extent. Your parents divorce right after the event didn’t help either. But that’s all Tony knew, he wished there was something that could pull it all together. 

Tony perked up for a second, as if he had it all figured out. The box, the shoebox that you had created and wrote to give to Tony as a keep sake after your death. He’s brought it to every house he’s lived it, but it’s never been opened. When your parents gave it to him he put it in his closet and piled everything he had on top of it to just take his mind off of you. But it soon got to the point where it was the last thing he had of yours, so he’s put it on display ever since. Yet he still hasn’t opened it. Maybe he should. Maybe he shouldn’t. Maybe it’ll tell him why you did it, or maybe it would just be photos of the two of you together as teens that you thought he should keep as a memory frozen in time. 

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“Y/n, don’t touch that!” Tony reprimanded as you walked around his bedroom for the first time. 

He knew you’d love it the second you stepped in. All the posters of the things you both liked, the computer chips and the mother boards that littered his desk. 

“You know, desks are meant to be used to do your homework, not changing out the battery of your Walkman.” Tony smiled at your comment and walked up to you, putting his hands on your hips.

“Doing my homework isn’t going to change the world, babe.” You smiled and pecked him on the lips before continuing your excursion.

You touched everything in his room, leaving your finger prints on every item Tony Stark owned in his teenage bedroom. After you finished exploring the room, you and Tony laid in his comfy bed and cuddled up to each other, laughing and talking about stupid stuff, things only the two of you understood. Maybe you two weren’t so different after all, but then again he would never kill himself to escape the horrors of this life.

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The box laid on the table in front of Tony. How has, after all these years, this box stayed in such great shape? He believes you put a spell on it that kept it well maintained so he could open it when he was ready. And today was the day, the day he hopefully would find out the truth. 

Lifting the lid of the shoebox, he realized the inside was decorate with scrap booking paper and heart shaped stickers. You had made this box the first night you and Tony started dating. You told him that this was your guys’ time capsule that would contain things from the adventures you would take together. 

The smell was what hit Tony, it hit him hard. The faint smell of vanilla mixed with moth balls. It engulfed his entire body, his mind, his thoughts. His memories of you flooded his senses like a tsunami. It was like you were here again but far, far away.

He picked up the first photo that was on top of the pile of them. There was a couple below it that matched it but it was a photo of teenage Tony Stark on the beaches of California smiling. He was always confused as to why you loved this photo, why you always reminded him that it existed whenever he was slightly mad at you, he’ll never know. 

The photos after were awkward photos taken by the parents of Tony and Y/n. Meant to be hung up when you guys were married and to reminisce on the old days where nothing really matter. 

Then there was one photo, one that matched the one he kept in his wallet as a lucky token. Taking out his wallet, he pulled out the matching photo. It was you, you smiling widely, hair all over the place all the while, you laid on his bed letting him take a photo of you.

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The sounds of giggling and kissing came from Tony’s bedroom. There you were, kissing and holding Tony Stark. The first, and last, man you’d ever love. After a few quick kissed between the both of you, Tony got up quickly and grabbed something off of his desk. He steadied himself above you with you between his knees. 

“Smile, baby!” Tony said, enthusiastically.

And with that, you smiled, smiled so big that your cheeks started to hurt and to numb the pain you started to laugh. Then there was a bright flash and the sound of a photo coming out of the camera. Tony took the photo and started to shake it to get the ink moving. 

“Alright, your turn now.” You switched positions so you could take his photo. Not without the seductive comments coming out of the man underneath you.

And with the same commands coming out of your mouth, you got your favorite photo of the man you so adored. 

“Damn, we’re a sexy ass couple.” Tony said with ease as he held both photos next to each other to show you. 

What he didn’t know was that as he held the photos, you critiqued everything about yourself in the photo and pointed out every flaw and insecurity that was presented before you. But, he’d never know since you nodded your head with a big smile and opened your arms up for him to come back and cuddle on the bed.

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His photo of you was more so worn out than the one you had of him, for obvious reasons. He looked at it, wondering if you did the same thing he did when he looked at photos of himself, critiquing it like there’s no tomorrow. He wished he had told you how beautiful you were to him every chance he got, wished to tell you things would get better even though he didn’t know the things that were bad. 

The next was a card that was given to you by him for your 1 year-anniversary. It contained a little love note and a coupon book for free hugs and cuddles that never expired. Moving deeper into the box, the photos and cards were never ending. 

He thought there was nothing left when he took the last photo of the two of you out of the box, well it was the last thing. The box was now empty, except for the scrap paper coming up at the corner of the box. He thought nothing of it, almost going to put everything back in there, but something in him told him to pick at it. Peel it away as if he was peeling away the mask Y/n had covered herself in. And so he did, he peeled it back.

And under the scrap paper, there was a piece of paper folded so neatly you’d think a machine did it.

On the note, it read;

Dear, Tony Stark, 

             Hey, baby. How are you? If you’re reading this then it mean’s I finally went through with it. You’re the last person I wanted to make involved in my bullshit excuse of a life. As much as I hate to say it, well write it, I wish I had never met you. I didn’t want someone as important as you to get affected by this but I couldn’t help but be attrachted  attracted to you. You were the only thing keeping me on this earth but it wasn’t enough. I’m sorry, Tony Stark. I wish I could be alive to see all that you’ve become. It’s no doubt you would take over Stark Industries with a brain like yours. You were the first person I ever loved and I’m glad I could say I loved you till the very end. You’re probably asking yourself, why did she do this? Why wouldn’t she just let me in, let me help her? Well, it’s because you helping me wouldn’t change the way my mind worked, or change my plan. In the end, this is how it was meant to end. But, for the sake of  capitalizing letters and dotting the end of sentences, I’ll tell you what my life was really like outside of our little relationship.

          Those people I called my parents, they’re not my real parents. They adopted me and my brother when we were just kids. My real parents where druggies, having kids like there was no tomorrow but not having any way to take care of them. I don’t remember much but my brother filled me in on most of it. I have 4 more older siblings and one other younger sibling that my brother knew of. I never tried to get in contact with my birth parents, and its not like I could since they both died from an overdose in the late 70′s, a little after my brother and I were adopted. So as you can see, my life was fucked from the start. I have addiction coursing through my veins which is why I loved you so much, it’s ‘cause I got addicted. But you weren’t the only thing I was addicted to. My brother had a stash, alcohol, coke, weed, anything you can think of he had it, and even though he wanted to protect me as much as he could, he let me try it all and get addicted to it. It wasn’t long till he killed himself. I was jealous of him even though I had to hide it with sadness. I was only 10 when he did it, I was alone in the world with not a single clue what to do, it didn’t help that the people I called my parents got a divorce. I didn’t think I could come back from this. I was so far deep at the bottom of the barrel that I couldn’t even see the sky. 

         That was until you came along. I thought I’d finally found a way out, you were my way out. Instead of just walking past the barrel like everyone else did, you reached down inside and tried to pull me up even though I was trying to pull you down with me. You have a great life ahead of you Tony, I don’t. I was made to fail from the get-go. You though, Jesus, I didn’t even think I deserved to breathe the same air as you. Sure, you were a jerk to everybody but when we were alone together, it felt like the whole world wasn’t watching us for a few hours. All I did all day was count down the time till we were with each other. I know this doesn’t make sense, or maybe this just doesn’t make sense to me. Maybe I just forced my brain to think I was faking it, faking all the depression and addictions, just like I was faking my smiles and laughs. I don’t know why I never told you, maybe I didn’t want you to feel like you had to take care of me. You deserve to be free and be the best you could be, and I definitely didn’t want to be the good for nothing girlfriend of the smartest man in the world. I love you, Tony. Never, ever forget it. I’ll see you again some day my love, but for now, forget about me and live in the moment, you’ll never know when the person most important to you will leave.

                                                                          Love, Y/n <3

Tony Stark was not a crier. He prided himself on being a man and never letting anyone see him cry. But here he was, hunched over his work desk crying over the one lover he would do anything to get back. 

So when the day that the aliens came to earth, and Tony had to hold the closet thing to a son he would ever have and watch him turn to dust, he remembered your letter.

And when Tony Stark looked up at your senior photo that displayed over the time machine he had just made on a whim, he remembered your letter. 

And when he kneeled in the desecrated, waste land he called The Avengers Compound, he remembered your letter. 

And as the life drained out of him as he finished the battle he promised he would win, he didn’t remember your letter. He remembered you, and what you looked like, and what you sounded like, and what you smelled like. And for a second, just a second, it seemed you were there, right in front of him, waiting to take him back home where you would spend the rest of time with each other. Pepper would understand, hopefully. But at that moment, in the nicest way possible, Pepper and no one else mattered. Just you, who was standing there with an outstretched hand waiting for Tony to pass on, watching as a young man cried over Tony’s lifeless body. 

Maybe this was how everything was supposed to end, but neither of you will know what could have been.

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Honey, Where is My Super Suit one-shot series

Loki 

Loki has your special dinner all planned out and is more than a little upset when it ends up disturbed.

Bucky

Bucky is off duty for a while to recover from a pretty severe injury. You, on the other hand, are not. 

Sam

For the first time in months you and Sam have a night alone. Of course Captain America needs his help.

Natasha

For one of the first times in her life, Natasha is sure she has time for a legitimate night together. Of course it all goes to hell. 

[imaginingawholenewworld]

FRIDAY’s voice echoes across Stark towers “I have Y/N Stark on the line” Tony stops where he is standing and tells FRIDAY to put you through “oh umm hi dad, so I have a little situation” folding his arms “what is it now Y/N” you weren’t sure how to say so you just said it “I’ve been arrested” there was a pause in which you were sure he was rolling his eyes. “I’m on my way” and with that, the line went dead.  

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader Characters: The original Avengers, Elaina Rivers (OC), Lewis Wrangler (OC) Summary: 100 years into the future, times have changed. There’s no more heroes to protect the world, it’s not needed. Until now. There’s a new threat, and there’s only one way to stop it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Previously: “The avengers are dead, the commander IS dead. We have nothing to help us.” I shook my head, pulling the tablet out. “Look at this. The commander’s never died. She’s lived for centuries, why would she all of a sudden die during the age of heroes if she’s never died? She’s taken a reign of bullets, been bombed, drowned in the ocean, experimented on, had her heart ripped out, and she’s just dead? I don’t believe it, and that woman back there, knows something about her. Now, are you going to help me out as my friend, or do I need to order you to?” Lewis glared at me, and I could tell he was mulling it over before he sighed. “Alright fine. But we don this the smart way. We ARE not half-assing this. So, what’s the plan?”

100 Years Ago: “Where are they? Someone tell me where they are right now! I will not ask again!” They turned, taking a step back when they did. They had just finished fighting, albeit there were losses, they had won nonetheless and they would be unprepared to fight one of their own. The few who had ever survived an attack from her of any magnitude, were dead.  “I asked you once, and out of courtesy for the job and the fight we have just endured, I shall ask where they are again.” Logan stepped forward, his claws retracting as he lifted his hands in a surrender manner. “We’re all tired little spitfire. How about we just take a breather, all of us, and collect our bearings?” She took a step forward, her hands glowing violet as her eyes turned a dangerous shade of violet.  “Where are they Logan?” He shook his head, dropping his arms to his sides. “I don’t know little spitfire. I don’t know.” She dropped her head a little, her hands moving around her as though she was readying for an attack.  “I know where they are. I can take you to them.” Her head snapped up, and she growled, the flames circling her hands flickering for a second. “Take me to them, now!” Freya nodded, and she turned, walking towards the group of remaining heroes. She stopped, turning to face the commander her head cocked to the side, a small sad smile on her face. “Are you coming or not?” The commander huffed, the flames around her hands disappearing with each step she took. As she passed Logan, he lifted his hand and placed it on her shoulder, squeezing it as a sign of comfort, before he too followed behind her. The group of heroes parted as Freya led them to the end of the cliff, the remains of the battle seen for miles. The commander stepped forward, and she looked up at the sky, her hands flickering down beside her as she lifted herself off the ground, flying into the air. She landed in the midst of the damage. She walked around the place until she stopped, just standing there, not even her hair moving with the wind. Logan tried to go down, but Freya grabbed wrist. He growled, looking up at her with anger in his eyes. He calmed when he saw her shake her head, unshed tears threatening to fall. “She wanted to find them and now she has. The only problem is that this is not how she wished to find them.” “What are you talking about?” The rest of the heroes had joined them on the cliff, standing behind them as they looked out at the wreckage. She fell to her knees, a violet wave of power being released from her she fell to the ground, her screams deafening.  “The Avengers, they’re dead.”

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“How ‘bout, Muffin?”

A/N: howdy! this one was requested ((ty you so much for this request honestly!! pls send in more if you have any!!) and I hope I brought your idea to life. I added a bit of a backstory to add some fluff but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out so idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

request: “Can you do a Bucky imagine where the reader has superpowers and she accidentally breaks Bucky's metal arm by her powers or they have super strength and accidentally slammed his arm in a door or something like that. And reader feels super bad and sits with Bucky has Tony fixes his arm and the reader won't stop apologizing and it ends in fluff”

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: slight angst idk – more like banter?? Two implied swear words. One swear word. Bit of second hand embarrassment and rejection

word count: 5.8k (wowza, idk is it better to do longer imagines or short and snappy ones??  lemme know pls)

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Sluggishly, you dragged your slipper clad feet across the floor, slapping a hand over your mouth as you yawned loudly. You felt the comforter from your bed trailing behind you as you held it around your body, resembling a makeshift cape. You were sure you looked like a mess; you could feel your hair falling messily out of the bun you had strategically placed it in last night, your pyjama top slipping off your shoulders and you were certain that there were prominent bags lining your eyes. Smiling lazily, you mumbled a small “good morning” to Steve and Natasha who were fumbling in the kitchen preparing their breakfast. They returned your greeting, both however, seemingly much more awake than you were. Not bothering to suppress your sigh, you nudged Steve with your shoulder as you walked past. 

“Remind me again: why the hell do we need to wake up at an ungodly hour to practice punching each other?” You groggily mumble, your voice laced with sleep, narrowing your eyes when Steve laughed at you. 

“C’mon Y/N, it isn't that early.” Steve tried to reason with you, but you merely shot him a flat, challenging look. 

“The sun has barely risen! Steve, do you need to get your eyes checked, you old timer?” You smirked triumphantly as Nat let out a snort, Steve merely rolling his eyes in response. 

“Well, not all of us can knock out a guy with a single punch Y/N. Training ‘s kinda important.” Nat joked referring to the super strength you had inherited as a result of a lab experiment gone wrong. You blushed at her comment, unable to think of a witty comeback, stammering pathetically. At her light laughter, you retorted by poking out your tongue childishly, the blush on your cheeks progressively growing as the two exited the kitchen.

Turning around, you tightened your grip on your blanket, wrapping it snugger around your figure to fight off the cold that was threatening to nip at the exposed skin on your legs. You hated weekdays, although more accurately, you loathed them. You were in no way, shape or form, a morning person and Mr-I’m-Captain-America-and-take-a-run-every-morning-because-I’m-a-goddamn-super-soldier thought it would be a brilliant idea to train early every weekday morning. You, of course, protested profusely at his proposition, but much to your dismay, the majority of your team were morning birds and didn't object to the idea. The only thing that made today’s training session somewhat bearable was thought of the freshly baked blueberry muffin that you bought from the bakery down the street on your walk yesterday. You mouth watered at the mere thought of the fluffy treat, eager to finally savour the sweet taste on your tongue. 

Walking slowly, you wade your way around the kitchen grabbing a small plate for your treat and a glass of water, humming softly under your breath in an attempt to wake yourself up. Another yawn escaped your lips, causing you to pause before you brought the glass to your lips. 

“You look like shit.” At the sound of his voice, you didn’t even attempt to be subtle about your utter disappointment at his entrance, disrupting the once serene atmosphere. Without sparing a glance in his direction you flipped him off, before turning to the fridge, glowering when he laughed loudly in response. 

“Aww, don’t be like that, doll!” Your scowl deepened and you could practically hear the smirk he was currently sporting. You wanted nothing more than to slap that smirk right off his face, but for the sake of Steve and the remainder of the team of the team you liked to remain somewhat civil. However, the key word in that statement being ‘somewhat’ meaning on the odd occasion the two of you were paired together during training, you couldn’t help but swing your fist that little bit harder. 

“Stop calling me that, James.” You muttered, refusing to allow the blush to seep onto your cheeks at his stupid little nickname. James Buchanan Barnes. Your hatred for morning training sessions was nothing in comparison to the hatred you had for Bucky Barnes and his arrogant ways and you were sure the feeling was mutual. From the moment you two had met, there had been constant banter, both of you trying to find new ways to annoy one another. He was that annoying fly that didn’t want to bugger off no matter how many times you swatted at it. He infuriated you knowing exactly how to get under your skin in ways that nobody else knew. He knew what to say to get you all riled up to the point you were sure you were going to snap and use your strength in ways that Cap would most certainly not approve of.

“Stop lying to yourself dollface, we both know . . .” you stopped paying attention to what he was saying as you rummaged through the fridge, bobbing your head down as you searched for your muffin. However, no matter how many times you shifted through the numerous energy drinks and the milk cartons, you couldn’t find the muffin you had strategically placed at the back of the fridge, away from the prying eyes of your team mates.

“What the . . . hey,” you called out loudly, your eyebrows furrowing as you failed to find the package you were so eagerly looking for. Straightening up you gripped your blanked with one hand pivoting on your heel, turning to question the others. “has anybody seen my-“ 

 You stopped dead in your tracks, your eyes narrowing on Bucky’s figure. He was casually leaning up against the counter opposite you, his hair tied up in bun at the nape of his neck, strands of hair escaping to rest on his forehead, clad in his gym gear, his metal arm on full show. But that wasn’t what had caused you to halt in your tracks. Your gaze was focused upon the half-eaten blueberry muffin that was in-between his fingers – your blueberry muffin. 

 “You!” You shouted accusingly, staring intently at the muffin that he held. He moved suddenly to bring it to hips lips once more, taking an unnecessarily large bite out of it. 

“Oh, was this yours?” Bucky asked, feigning innocence but you knew the look on his face all too well. The way the right corner of his mouth was tilted upwards, his blue eyes twinkling as he looked at you, his expression was laced with mischief. That moron knew that the muffin was yours and you were certain he gnawed it out of the fridge on pure spite. You mouth twitched as you watched him, growing more livid every passing moment. You knew he was enjoying this, watching you was you glared at him intently, letting out an involuntary growl as he once again bit into the muffin you were so looking forward to eating this morning.

“You knew damn well that was mine Barnes, you mother fu-!” 

“Language!” you glared at Steve was he entered the kitchen, frowning at the pair of you, making you feel like a child getting scolded. 

“He stole my goddamn muffin and he did it on purpose, Steve! On purpose! Wipe that smirk off your face you, muffin-stealing-son-of-a-bit-!”

Steve cut you off yet again, calling out your name, prompting you to cross your arms over your chest and pout, but not before shooting yet another glare at Bucky who by this time had finished your muffin. 

“That’s enough, it’s time to train. Go get out of your pyjamas and we’ll meet you in the training room.” Steve asserted, turning to leave the room looking at Bucky pointedly who merely smirked in response, holding up his hands in defence. 

Sneering at Bucky, who merely let out a laugh, you went to follow Steve grumbling profanities under your breath. You breathed in deeply, attempting to compose yourself. All of a sudden, your comforter was ripped out of your grip, causing you to let out an indignant squawk as the cold hair made contact with your skin. You turned around, reaching blindly for the blanket tripping clumsily over your own feet, prompting Steve to turn around and help you before you toppled over. Luckily, you caught yourself on the bench beside you, staring helplessly down at the blanket that once engulfed you. 

“Oops! Sorry darlin’, didn’t mean to make you trip.” You gaze once again drifted to Bucky, who stood all too innocently with one foot on the edge of your comforter. You stared at him for a moment, eyeing his smile and the way his lips were caught between his teeth most likely as an attempt to prevent the laughter that was threatening to slip past his lips from escaping. All composure was forgotten as you let out a screech, throwing your hands up in the air before stomping away in the direction of your room. 

“I hope you get food poisoning!” You could hear Bucky letting out a boisterous laugh and Steve, reprimanding him before you slammed shut your door with a little more force than what was required. 

Rolling your shoulders back you sauntered into the training room, a permanent scowl etched on your face as your stomach growled repeatedly, left empty due to a certain nuisance. Following the lead of Wanda, who entered before you, you settled down next to her on the floor stretching out your limbs in preparation for whatever Steve had in mind. 

You frowned again as your stomach growled rather loudly, prompting you to think yet again of the encounter you had this morning. Stupid Bucky and his stupid laugh and his stupid- Your thoughts were cut off by a giggle, your head snapping toward Wanda grinning sheepishly at you. 

“Normally, I would yell at you for doing that but right now, I don’t even care.” You deadpanned, nudging her lightly with your foot, causing her to topple over from the stretching position she was currently in. Her giggles continuing to escape her body, her eyes shut and her hand before her mouth in attempt to hide her beaming expression

“I’m sorry,” Wanda laughed, leaning back on her hands as she looked at you. “but your thoughts were so loud and I couldn’t help it! You know I’m a curious person by nature.” 

You scoffed in response, rolling your eyes playfully. “I’m too hungry to even care right now. I just want to punch Barnes square in the face.” Your scowl only deepened as the doors to the training room flung open, Bucky strolling in right on cue, that stupid smirk of his plastered on his face only growing when he noticed you. He lifted his hand up to wave at you mockingly, a boisterous laugh escaping him as you flipped him off in return. You watched as he approached Steve, turning his back toward you. 

Wanda laughed again, causing you to blush sheepishly and bow your head. “You two are the cutest.” 

That got you confused. Your head snapped up, shock evident on your features as you stared at Wanda, hoping that you misheard her. “I’m sorry, I think I misheard you. Do you want to repeat that?”

Wanda shrugged in response, “I don’t think you did.” She teasingly sung out, smiling at your slacked jaw and pulled in eyebrows. You couldn’t help but let out a snort at her comment, running a hand through your hair, but that didn’t deter her. She grinned at you, struggling to make sense of her comment. 

“Are you feeling okay?” You finally asked after moments of silence, eyeing her unsurely as she continued to smile. 

“Oh, come on Y/N! You have had to have noticed the way Bucky looks at you!” 

“Yeah, like he wants to kill me! He looks at me with the ridiculous smirk, trying to get under my skin and he succeeds!” You exclaimed, gesticulating widely trying to get your point across. You couldn’t comprehend what Wanda was telling you. It was physically impossible for Bucky to look at you any other way but with that mocking grin on his lips, edging you one to try and get a raise out of you. 

“You’re both just as oblivious as each other. That man is smitten for you and don’t try and tell me otherwise! You look at him the same way!” You snorted again and an endless stream of laughter escaped you. Wanda frowned at you slightly, eyeing your figure as you curled into a ball, silent laughs escaping your body and tears escaping the corner of your eyes. How preposterous! You and Bucky? Hah! 

“Don’t lie to yourself, lovely! I know you want kiss him, and believe me I know he wants to kiss you! I see how you go red every time he calls you doll!” Your laughter had died down by now as you stared at Wanda incredulously, not believing how adamant she was on her theory. You racked your brain as you thought of your encounters with Bucky, considering the way the two of you interacted. He had never shown any interest in you, only conversing with you to irk you and get on your nerves. You recalled the times where he would tease you and mock you relentlessly, that sly smirk that he reserved for poking fun at you making an appearance. The look in his eyes never filled with anything more than animosity in your opinion and you reciprocated that look entirely. You opened your mouth to retort but was cut off by Steve, calling everyone to pay attention. 

“Alright! I’m pairing you all up, so pay attention! The next few missions, require us to split up so whether you like it or not . . . “

You stared at Steve not really processing what he was saying, just nodding aimlessly along like everyone else. You peered around the room, biting your lip as you silently prayed that you were paired with Wanda. You wouldn’t even complain if it were Nat, or even Sam; he wouldn’t be too bad to deal with. But alas, luck was not on your side yet again when you noticed the smirking super-soldier approaching you. 

Please, you thought anyone but him!

“So, looks like we’re partners.” You glared at his outstretched hand, offering to help you get off the ground. Scoffing, you picked yourself up, being sure to knock Bucky with your shoulder as you walked past him to the sparring ring. You were completely furious with Steve. Why on Earth would he pair you with Bucky when he saw your interaction this morning – what kind of sick game was he playing?! You wanted nothing more to slap the senseless. 

“Let’s just get this over with, Barnes.” You muttered, getting into position with him following suit, still grinning stupidly at you. 

“With pleasure, darlin’.” Without warning, he lunged at you, but you skilfully dodged his advance, narrowing your eyes as he watched your carefully. This went on for a while, with the two of you occasionally nipping each other, but not getting close enough to inflict any actual damage and this infuriated you. 

“I was meaning to ask you,” Bucky began, panting slightly as he dodged your kick, twisting on his heel retaliating by attempting to knock you off your feet. “where’d’ya get that muffin from this morning? It was real nice.” Your lip twitched slightly as you circled each other, you still sensitive from his annoying behaviour this morning. 

“Really hit the spot this morning, ya know?” Bucky continued to tease you, as you ducked his punches, trying to bring your body around to hit him in the side, but failing as he once again tried to knock you off your feet. 

“Shut your mouth, Bucky,” you muttered bitterly refusing to meet his eyes as you both continued your ministrations, unaware of the fact that training had ended a few minutes away, the two of you so caught up with one another. 

“Speak up, doll, didn’t quite get that?” You were caught off guard by that stupid nickname, Wanda’s previous words working their way into your head, causing you to look up at him momentarily, the brightness of his blue eyes catching you completely by surprise. You had never noticed just how blue they really were, the morning light that crept through the sun roof, illuminating his facial features accentuating his strong jaw line. You felt yourself freeze for a moment, taken aback by your thoughts, unable to move momentarily as you stared at Bucky.  

You let out a yelp as Bucky finally succeeded in knocking you off your feet, your back hitting the floor with a thud as you stared helplessly at the ceiling, attempting to comprehend what had just happened. You glared at his back, as he lifted his arms in a victory pose letting out a celebratory yell. Huffing, you kicked out your foot and reciprocated his actions, causing him to lose balance, a victorious smirk adorning your lips. You let out a groan as he unintentionally toppled on top of you, one of his legs slotting between your own, his arms on either side of your head, his eyes wide as he attempted not to crush you with his weight. 

“Geez, Bucky.” You groaned, “You couldn’t fall in the other direction?” you rhetorically asked, before looking up at him where he still hadn’t moved. It was then when you became aware of him. You became aware of the way his body was pressed up against your own, the curves of his toned body against your own as his chest heaved up and down in a quick rhythm. You became aware of the way his eyes were frantically searching your face, boring into your own intently. Wanda’s previous accusations once again entered your thoughts as you stared up at him silently, unsure of what to say or do, seemingly stunned by his sudden proximity. Your eyes focused on his face, trailing down to stare at his lips, noting the way that they were slightly parted, his breath fanning your face ever so slightly. You felt your stomach clench when he caught his lip in between his teeth, prompting you to poke out your tongue and wet your own. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts drift as you imagined what his lips would feel like, what his hands would feel like trailing up against the skin on your side, the smooth skin of your hips a foil to both his calloused and metal fingers. 

“Y/N . . .” You heard Bucky mumble, but you couldn’t reply even if you wanted to. The air had suddenly shifted and you felt your mouth go dry. He had become closer, you could feel your heart pounding relentlessly in your chest. Your mind was buzzing as you stared up at his blue eyes, inching closer and closer. Without thinking, you pressed your lips against his, your eyes slipping close. You moved your lips ever so slowly against his instinctively, but halted at the feeling of his body freezing above you. You gasped as you were suddenly brought back down to reality. You couldn’t believe what you just did – you had just kissed Bucky. You had initiated it and to make matters worse, you actually wanted it. You wanted to know what it would feel like to have his lips move in sync with your own, to have him hold your cheek delicately like you were the most precious thing in the world. Now, you wanted to groan and bang your head against a brick wall repeatedly: he had rejected you. You were so going to have to a long discussion with Wanda later. 

“Oh my- I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to. What the- oh my gosh.” You rambled, effectively pushing Bucky off you, skilfully avoiding his peering eyes as you quickly hurried to the side of the room where you left your bag. Stupid, stupid, stupid! What were you thinking? Oh, that’s right you weren’t! 

You brushed Bucky off as he said your name, his tone softer than you had ever heard it, reaching out to grab your arm. “Just pretend that didn’t happen Bucky, I don’t know what came over me.” Still refusing to make eye contact, you waltzed out of the room, knowing that Bucky was following close behind. You shut your eyes momentarily, wincing to yourself as you let yourself think about what just happened. 

“No, Y/N, just hang on a moment-” You turned abruptly, your cheeks ablaze as you looked at Bucky, smiling tightly. 

“No, look Bucky its fine. It’s just, Wanda was saying some things this morning an-and then you were there and you were just so close bu-but please, pretend it didn’t happen!” You pushed open your door, continuing to ramble as you tossed your bag carelessly onto the bed, backing into your room avoiding Bucky’s attempts to grab your attention.

“Y/N, just stop for a second. Can you let me explain, please? Doll-” Bucky held his breath as your expression altered, grimacing at the use of the nickname, suddenly feeling more frustrated than before. 

“You-You can’t reject me and then call me that!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up and moving to close the door, not allowing Bucky to speak, very obviously speaking over him. You beyond frustrated at this point. You were embarrassed, a little disheartened and wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and wallow in self-pity for the remainder of the night. “Just-Just leave me be, Bucky, I’ll see you later.” You closed the door, once again slamming it a little too forcefully as your strength allowed it, not noticing when Bucky stuck his left hand in the doorway to prevent you from shutting him out.

You both fell silent as the door made impact with his metal arm, a sound the was most definitely not good erupting from beneath the metal panes. Hurriedly, you scrambled pulling the door back to its original position, you and Bucky both watching as it fell limply to his side. You stared at each other, Bucky looking at you with a wide-eyed expression, worry evident in his features, before you both snapped your gaze to his metal arm. 

“Holy- oh my goodness!” you yelped, clapping your hands over your mouth. Bucky opened his mouth, but no words emitted past his lips, evidently in shock as his gaze drifted from you to his arm repeatedly. You had broken his arm. Unintentionally, you had broken his arm by slamming it in the door. “F.R.I.D.A.Y!” You called out distractedly, Bucky’s eyes snapping back to look at you still trying to wrap his head around what just happened. “Tell Tony we need him in his lab now! It’s an emergency!”

You wrung your hands for what felt like the thousandth time as you anxiously paced, watching Tony work quickly on Bucky’s arm which was still immobile. You refused to meet Bucky’s gaze, beyond embarrassed and guilty for what had happened. You huffed as Tony cursed under his breath again, evidently finding whatever it is he was trying to do difficult. You were too frightened to even so much as glance at Bucky, too fearful of the brooding expression you would catch sight of and the sullen frown that would more than likely be set upon his lips. You wanted to curl into a ball and cry and beg for forgiveness simultaneously. 

However, if you had just sneaked a glimpse at him, you would have caught sight of the way Bucky’s blue eyes watching your every movement. He eyed your rapid movements and the small frown that dominated your features, that small, gentle smile that he reserved for you and only you, adorning his lips as he watched you. If you had just sneaked a glimpse at him this morning, you would have noticed that very same smile adorning his lips as he watched you until you were out of his line of sight, missing that knowing smile that Steve shot in his direction. If you had just looked past the teasing smirks and witty comebacks, you would have noticed the way his blue eyes literally glowed when he talked to you and how he seemed to gravitate toward you in any social situation. The way he seemed to make any excuse to talk to you and grab your attention and most importantly, the way he was undeniably in love with you.

“Sit tight for a moment, Frosty, I have to go get something,” Tony broke you out of your daze, as he abruptly stopped what he was doing. He shot you a pointed look before he turned to walk out of the room. “Y/N, please don’t break him again, contain yourself.” You glared at Tony’s retreating figure, noting the heavy sarcasm that dripped from his words. 

The silence was deafening as Tony’s footsteps echoed, his expensive shoes clicking in an almost annoying way against the tiles. You still refused to make eye contact, too frightful of what Bucky might do. For a first time in a long time, you wished you didn’t have your powers then none of this would be happening right now – you would’ve never have meet Bucky, never had joined the Avengers and you both wouldn’t be seated in Tony’s lab right now. 

“Bucky, I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean it – I promise. I mean sure, sometimes you really get under my skin, but I’m annoying and I know it and I swear I didn’t close the door on purpose. Oh, my gosh, I’m sorry, I just got mad and embarrassed and I didn’t know I was that strong. I’m so sorry please forgive me. I promise I’ll never be annoying again, you won’t even know I live here anymore.” Finally, you glanced up at Bucky, bracing yourself for the worst, but was shocked to see him smiling. Your eyebrows furrowed on their own accord, peering at him curiously as you tried to comprehend the situation at hand, unable to come to plausible conclusion as to why he was smiling. 

“Why are you smiling at me?” You asked quietly, your voice small matching your current state of mind. Your shoulders were hunched attempting to make yourself as small as possible, pleading silently for the earth to open beneath your feet and swallow you whole. “I don't blame you for being mad at me Buck, I’d hate me too right now.”

“I don’t hate you.” Bucky immediately replied, causing the crease between your eyebrows to deepen as you stared at him confused. “I could never hate you, doll.”

There it was - that stupid nickname. You felt yourself blush profusely at both his words and the term of endearment. You wanted to groan aloud as this morning’s events came rushing back to you. You felt your emotions bubbling up inside of you, as you looked at Bucky his eyes boring intently into your own, seemingly genuine. You felt yourself tearing up without warning, all of this morning’s activities causing you to become overly emotional. The tears slid down your cheeks, staining your skin delicately as you furiously swiped at your eyes trying to hide the fact that you indeed crying. But Bucky noticed the same way he noticed everything about you. The same way he noticed that you didn’t like having tea in the morning, but always had a cup before going to bed. He noticed the way you would try to make yourself smaller when you were embarrassed and sad and the way you would always read when you were stressed or felt as though things were out of your control, to prevent outbursts like this.

“Oh my- doll why are you crying? Don’t cry, shhh. No, come here.” You let yourself be pulled closer to him, as his right hand gently pried your hands off your face and reigned you into his chest. Sniffling, you allowed yourself to be calmed down by Bucky, his right hand cradling your body close to his chest as his chin rested on the top of your head. He mumbled repeatedly, but you were too frustrated with the tears that didn’t seem to want to stop flowing to understand what he was saying, but somehow, he made you feel at home. He made you feel comfort like nobody else could. You felt at ease in his arms.

“You okay?” he asked quietly after a moment of silence, pulling his chin off your head to look down at you. Your cheeks flushed at the question, turning a deeper shade of red as you looked up at him, his proximity reminding you of what had happened earlier after you had stupidly kissed him.

“Y-yeah, sorry Bucky, about everything.” You stuttered, a sad smile making its way onto your face as you glanced momentarily at his arm. You didn’t expect him to respond, but were shocked to find his eyes locked onto your lips, watching closely as you spoke as though he was savouring the moment. He bit his lip as he looked at you again, knowing he was caught staring. You almost jumped out of your skin when his hand found its way to your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheekbone, never once breaking his stare with you.

“Bucky,” you muttered, when he began to inch closer, your mind an incoherent mess. Part of you wanted to slap him for even hugging you and the other part wanted him closer – you were at war with yourself. And now, he was close, almost too close, as his breath mingled with yours his forehead almost pressed against your own from where you stood between his legs from where he sat on the stool. You wanted to back away, to yell at him for rejecting you this morning and then to continue to lead you on, but you were frozen; too caught up in his embrace and the way his hand felt against your skin.

“I-I’m sorry about this morning.” He finally muttered, his gaze shifting between your lips and your eyes, your body tensing immediately at the mention of the events. “I was just shocked. I didn’t expect you to . . . well y’know.” You bit your lip, unsure of what to say and how to react.

“Y-Y/N.” Bucky muttered, seemingly struggling to find the right words to voice his current thoughts. “I’m just going to say it: I love you. I have for a while, but the only way you would talk to me is if I teased you . . .” You froze at Bucky’s confession, dumbfounded as you stared at him confusedly, watching silently as he took in a shaky breath, your mind racing. “A-and this morning. . . you just shocked me, I was caught off guard. But believe me; I’ve been dreaming about kissing those lips for months. I thought it was a long shot that you even liked me a little, but when you kissed me, doll, I-I felt euphoric.”

He loved you. He actually loved you.

“Please say something. Anything, doll, please.”

“You need to think of a new nickname.” You blurted, inching that little bit closer to him, your noses brushing in the most soothing of ways, your hands resting on his shoulders. You felt him jump slightly, his thick thighs tightening instinctively around your hips, causing the blush that seemed to be permanently on your cheeks to intensify.

“What?” Bucky asked confusedly, his voice dropping to a whisper, his eyebrows furrowing in the cutest of ways.

“You need to think of a new nickname, because when you call me ‘doll’ I can’t think straight.” You mumbled, your heart pounding harder in your chest as his forehead rested against your own.

“You’re so adorable.” Bucky muttered, the smile he reserved for you adorning his lips as you stared at each other bashfully. “but are you being serious?”

“Yeah,” you lamely replied, unable to form a coherent thought

“How ‘bout . . .” Bucky trailed off, as your arms wound around his neck, your fingers tangling themselves into the hair on the nape of his neck. He lit up momentarily, a cheeky grin working its way on his face, as his arm wound around your hips, pulling you even closer. “How ‘bout muffin?”

You couldn’t supress your snort, as you laughed breathily at him. “I hate you.” You whispered quietly, a smile on your lips nonetheless. He was so close now, making you feel the familiar butterflies erupting in your tummy as they did this morning.

“No, you don’t.” With that, Bucky closed the distance between your lips, emitting sighs of content from the both of you. His lips caressed your softly, your eyes slipping close as you feel into a rhythm that felt all too natural. You felt your toes curling as the familiar euphoric sensation erupted throughout your body.

“Bucky,” you muttered, in between kisses, as his lips repeatedly captured yours in chaste pecks that made you feel giddy. “I think I love you too.” You couldn’t help but giggle as you felt Bucky’s lips curl into a grin, his grip around your waist intensifying in the lightest at your words. You fell into sync, your lips moving together as you revealed in your moment, unable to ignore how ecstatic his touches made you feel and how you wished it would never end.

“Y’know,” you both pulled apart at the sound of Tony’s voice, but not straying from each other’s embrace. “I thought I would have to break up a fight when I got back, gotta say, did not expect this.”

A giggle slipped past your lips as Bucky grinned at you again, capturing your lips in a kiss that left you dizzy. “I love you, muffin.” he mumbled, merely grinning in response to Tony��s grumbles.

“I love you, too.” You carded your fingers through his hair, silently admiring the look on his face as he stared down at you. “But Bucky, if you ever steal my muffin again, I will not hesitate to break your other arm, and I mean that in the nicest way possible.”

[ofbooksandaesthetics]

Imagine joining the Avengers

Steve: This is your first proper fight, are you sure you’re ready?

Y/N: I’m ready to beat some ass!

Tony: LANGUAGE!

[skymoonandstardust]

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