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Stress Relief

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒-> Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> The two most perpetually pent-up Avengers have an agreement.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 5835

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ->(E) Smutty smutty smut, minor gunshot wound.

𝐀/𝐍 -> A FWB oneshot (...Maybe. I have concieved of a prequel.) WinterIron masterlist can be found here!

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! The divider is from yours truly!

Prompts -> - ‘Sensation Play’ – @anyfandomgoesbingo (Kink), - ‘Wax Play’ – @anyfandomdarkbingo , - ‘Dom/Sub’ – @avengers-assemble-bingo, - ‘I Came to Do Sex Not Therapy’ – @badsexbingo,

- ‘Dick Pic’, ‘Lingerie’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Flight Edition), - ‘Labelled 'Eat Me'’ – Fandom Free Bingo (Gingerbread Edition), - ‘Intimacy as Self-Care’ – Fandom Free Bingo (Madness May), - ‘Rough’, ‘Vaginal Sex’, ‘Squirting’, ‘Bucky Barnes’ – @marvelousyahtzee - got my four of a kind with 4 x 6s! - ‘Restraints’ – @winterironbingo (2025).

Bucky’s hands were shaking.

He’d already sent his message – his calling card. His indicator that he had needs he required to be met, and that the other man should make himself available and sufficiently prepared.

But Tony…

Tony had not text him back.

Tony never failed to text him back.

It started six months prior.

Bucky knew the signs. He’d known Steve, after all, from a younger age and in a time when things like hormone treatments and surgeries were less readily available. Tony might have enough money to purge the internet of his necronym, but he wouldn’t be able to hide forever from those in the know.

And Bucky had his suspicions – had done for a while, by the specific flick of the engineer’s wrist when he tugged on his shirt and the faint line sometimes visible at the shoulder.

But it wasn’t until Tony got caught unaware, his suit blasted off his body in a fight and sending him hurtling to the ground, that Bucky’s theories were confirmed.

He’d never have asked, of course. It wasn’t his business.

But when Tony stood, panic freezing his features at the tear across his shirt revealing a mid-length binder, Bucky had reacted. He pulled off his own shirt without hesitation and tossed it to the man stiff with discomfort and uncertainty, barely sparing a glance to his teammate before throwing himself back into the fray.

It wasn’t until later that night that Bucky had a knock on his door and opened it to find the engineer stood sheepishly on his threshold that they interacted again, the soldier’s freshly laundered shirt folded and grasped uncertainly in Tony’s hands.

“Thanks… For this. I’d… I… Thanks,” he muttered, pushing the shirt into Bucky’s hands and turning to leave.

“I know, you know,” Bucky murmured back, his voice gentle, and the engineer paused without looking back. “I didn’t think it was my place to bring it up, but… You’re not the first person I’ve known who… Is like you. It’s your business, of course, but if you need anything… You know where I am.”

Tony hesitated briefly before turning once more, eyeing the soldier uncertainly for only a heartbreak, rocking lightly on the balls of his feet before he closed the distance, his mouth on Bucky’s before the taller man could react.

When they broke apart, both panting lightly, Bucky had stared. “What- Tony, what are you-”

“Nobody else here knows,” Tony ground out, his jaw tight. “I need… Look, it’s nothing to do with you. Anyone would do. I just need…” His whine was almost imperceptible as he crushed his mouth back to the soldier’s, and Bucky had understood.

He had said anything, after all.

And on it had gone. They’d devolved, over time, from innocuous ‘Are you around?’ and ‘Fancy a movie?’ to ‘My place, ten minutes’, and eventually to wordless images.

Bucky tapped once more on the chat, scowling at the single grey tick – delivered, but not read.

His own cock, achingly hard and encased in his own metal fingers, felt almost taunting on his screen, and he scowled, navigating away from the one-sided conversation.

He didn’t need Tony. It was the 21st century. He had the internet and his own right hand.

He didn’t need Tony.

Right?

By the time Bucky had given up, he was annoyed, frustrated, and about ready to cut ties with Tony, at least regarding the specific dynamic they’d developed. He’d dropped everything for the engineer on multiple occasions – they’d never laid out the rules of engagement for their arrangement, but it was the way it had always been. For Tony to leave him high and dry was infuriating.

And, if Bucky was being honest with himself… Concerning.

Only once had Tony not immediately appeared when he’d been summoned this way. He’d been out on a mission, and Bucky had received a rapid response stating that fact, along with an ETA – and, true to his word, the other man had turned up at his door barely an hour later, still sweaty and breathless, apologising for the delay as he kicked his shoes off and fell to his knees.

Bucky didn’t mind if he was busy. He minded being ignored.

When one hour turned into two, Bucky began to admit to himself that he was worried.

It was as the third approached that he finally received a response. Despite his intentions to be perceived as suave and laid-back, Bucky found himself diving on his phone as it chimed, quickly navigating to his chat – and th single word response that waited for him.

‘Sorry.’

With a scowl, Bucky tapped out a reply, deleted it, considered, then retyped. Fuck it.

‘Where were you?’

‘Mission. Incident.’

‘You couldn’t have said as much? Isn’t that what FRIDAY is for?’

The dots appeared, then vanished – appeared, then vanished.

‘Wasn’t possible.’

Bucky hesitated, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

‘... You okay?’

Once again, Tony seemed to begin replying before stopping. Bucky’s fingers began to drum on the bedding as his impatience – and concern – rose.

‘Be back soon. Meet me at my rooms?’

Bucky’s brow furrowed, unable to ignore Tony’s avoidance of the question, and ran a hand over his face before responding.

‘Sure.’

Bucky was on the sofa when the elevator doors opened, aiming for nonchalance as he stared blankly at his cell – but the scent of blood in his nose had his head snapping around, getting to his feet immediately. “Tony?”

The smaller man smiled weakly, three steri-strips intersecting his cheekbone. “Hey.”

“What the fuck...” The soldier had hurdled the sofa before he had time to think, cupping Tony’s jaw gently and examining his face. “What the fuck?”

“I’m fine,” Tony grumbled, pulling his head away carefully. “Just a few scratches.”

“What happened?” Bucky snapped, eyes narrowing. Tony didn’t answer, opting instead to move around the soldier towering over him, pouring himself a drink slowly.

“Shot down. Hit the ground wrong... Suit was destroyed. I’m fine, but...” Tony grimaced, taking a long sip before continuing. “Should have taken a spare. Had to go back to the jet and twiddle my thumbs...” He scowled, pushing a hand through his hair, and sighed. “I had no idea you’d messaged until I was back at the compound getting patched up. I’m sorry.”

Bucky blinked in surprise at the apology, moving closer to the engineer once more. “I'm glad you’re okay,” he muttered, reaching out once more to skim the pad of his thumb softly along the smaller man’s cheek, carefully avoiding his injury. “I... I was worried.”

“A few scrapes,” Tony pressed again, leading gently into the hand. “I’m good. I can still-”

“We don’t have to.”

Tony blinked in surprise at the interruption, then arched an eyebrow, smirking. “And if I want to?”

Bucky swallowed, feeling his cock twitch longingly. “I... Suppose I can accept that.”

Tony excused himself to take a shower, informing his guest to make himself comfortable.

After the last several months, Bucky knew what that meant.

Their dynamic had always been very... Specific. Tony, a perfectionist who controlled every aspect of his life, was only too happy to surrender to the soldier behind closed doors – while Bucky had spent enough of his life being controlled, and had no desire to feel that way again. Toys, ropes, cuffs and floggers had a place in their encounters – and many more beside – and Tony had yet to shy away from anything Bucky had asked of him.

Bucky set to work securing ropes around the bedposts, setting out his tools on the drawers by the beside with a quiet, thoughtful hum, listening to the patter of the shower and feeling himself harden further at the thought of the engineer’s body, slick and nude...

By the time the bathroom door opened, Bucky was aching, having already stripped down to his boxers. The sight of Tony, damp and tousled and clad in shorts and a t-shirt, brought a low, rumbling growl of longing into his chest.

“Here,” he muttered, cooking a finger at the engineer. Tony obliged immediately, gazing up at the soldier through pupils blown wide, his lips parted slightly. Bucky trailed the metal of his thumb over Tony’s lower lip, then swallowed, shifting his hand to the smaller man’s shoulder. “You made me wait... So now, I will make you wait. On your knees.”

Tony didn’t hesitate, sinking to kneel before the taller man, fingers twitching with desire. “Is this what you want, sweet boy?” Bucky purred, running a hand through Tony’s hair and tugging gently. “To be treated like the pretty little whore you are, hm?”

Tony nodded weakly, lips parting further. “Yes, Sir,” he murmured, gaze flicking to the bulge straining in the soldier’s boxers. “Please.”

Bucky smiled softly, tucking a thumb in the edge of his boxers to push them down slowly. “Such a good boy…” he breathed, watching the engineer’s pupils grow wider with desire as his cock sprang free. “You know what to do.”

Tony fell upon him eagerly, fingers curling around his hips as he took the length deeply between his lips, muffling his whines. Bucky let out a soft sigh of pleasure, his head falling back. He knew it wouldn’t take long in his current state for Tony’s talented tongue to draw out his orgasm, and accepted his fate, letting the engineer take him eagerly.

When a hand snaked between his thighs to caress his tender balls, Bucky grunted, the fingers in Tony’s hair growing tighter, his hips moving of their own volition. “Fuck, that’s it, pretty boy,” he growled, driving himself deeper into the engineer’s throat. “Take it all like a good slut, and maybe I’ll fuck you, just like you like…”

Tony worked himself harder on the soldier’s throbbing cock, tongue massaging needily, and when his eyes rose to meet Bucky’s, the taller man groaned, the sight of his eager submissive mewling around his length driving him over the edge without warning. With a stuttered grunt, he buried himself one final time between Tony’s lips, gazing admiringly as his plaything swallowed desperately, eyes watering from the volume of his load.

With a soft sigh, he drew back at last, his steadily softening cock twitching and sensitive. “Good boy…” Bucky purred, releasing his grip to stroke the engineer’s hair tenderly. “On the bed, hm? I think you’ve waited long enough…”

Tony grinned and stood, then paused, hesitating. “… I… I’ve… I’d like to show you something.”

Bucky blinked in surprise, one eyebrow raising. “Oh? Is that so?”

Blushing gently and uncharacteristically shy, Tony nodded, gesturing to the edge of the bed. “Will you… Can you sit?”

Surprised and intrigued, Bucky found himself obeying without question. Tony never attempted to ask for anything – save in gasped pleads and whines – in this dynamic, and, despite himself, Bucky was curious, letting the engineer take the lead, if only for a moment.

With pink cheeks, Tony approached the panel on the wall and fiddled quietly, letting out a trembling exhale when his characteristic rock music started playing overhead. His hips twitched, and Bucky swallowed.

Is he going to…?

Tony turned back to face the soldier, eyes lowered shyly, and shifted a little more as his fingers found the lower edge of his shirt.

Holy shit, he is.

“Fuck, pretty boy,” Bucky groaned breathlessly, leaning back on his hands to admire the display as he felt his cock begin to stir once more.

“Is this good?” Tony murmured, revealing a sliver of skin over his hip as his body rolled subtly in time with the beat, and Bucky nodded mutely, his gaze locked on the engineer’s fingers.

“Good,” he muttered eventually, gulping as another few inches were revealed. Tony was moving closer gradually, the sculpted muscles of his stomach almost within reach as Bucky had a pang of realisation.

It wasn’t often that Tony let Bucky see him shirtless without his binder on – but the easily-identifiable hem was absent from the engineer’s upper stomach, and he showed no signs of slowing. The soldier’s eyes flicked up, blue meeting brown, and he grew quietly serious, sitting forward a little.

“You don’t have to,” he murmured gently, but Tony only smiled.

“I want to,” he replied, shrugging. The engineer seemed sure of his choice – even if slightly nervous – and so Bucky simply nodded, settling himself back once more.

When Tony turned his back to pull the shirt over his head, Bucky whimpered quietly. Instead of the bare skin of his back as Bucky had expected, the pale flesh lightly accented with scars was bisected by a thin length of black lace beneath his shoulder blades. “Tony- you didn’t have to- you never have to-”

“I want to,” Tony breathed once more, dropping his shirt to the floor without turning. “I’ve… Been considering it for a while, but I thought I’d save it for a special occasion. I figure an apology is a good one… Don’t you think?”

As he asked, Tony turned, thumbs tucked into the edge of his shorts, the flush from his cheeks spreading down his throat. Bucky deliberately kept his eyes trained on the engineer’s face, but Tony chuckled, shaking his head fondly. “You can look at me, Bucky. I want you to look at me.”

Almost reluctantly, Bucky’s eyes trailed lower. The lace covering Tony’s small breasts was partially see though, his nipples standing firm against the sheer fabric, and Bucky let out a quiet groan, fingers twitching as his mouth watered with longing. The sounds Tony made on the occasions he asked Bucky to touch him there were unholy, and Bucky always longed for more.

“Like what you see, Soldier?” Tony purred, one hand trailing back up to cup his chest teasingly as Bucky nodded silently. He watched in awe as the smaller man’s talented fingers tweaked a nipple, earning a soft mewl of delight from the engineer, and fought the urge to move closer. “Wanna see the full set?” he offered, tugging lightly on the hem of his shorts. Again, Bucky could only nod, stunned into silence by the confidence and boldness of the man before him, his cock already leaking steadily at this display of self-love.

A low moan of longing escaped him as Tony turned once more, bending to push down his shorts. The lace disappeared in a thin line between the smooth, sculped curves of his ass – and when he faced the soldier once more, he presented a small triangle of translucent fabric that barely covered a freshly shaved pussy. More inviting than that, however, was the words ‘Eat me’ inscribed in swirling pink across the front – a demand Bucky couldn’t wait to take advantage of.

“Well… What do you think?” Tony offered, chuckling shyly, his fingers idly finding his short hair and tugging nervously.

“I think you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” Bucky replied quietly, his voice hushed and reverent. Tony blushed, and Bucky extended a hand to him, leading the younger man closer when he took it. “Can I touch you?” he murmured, pulling Tony to straddle his lap and humming gratefully at the other man’s eager nod.

“Anywhere you like,” Tony agreed, lacing his arms around Bucky’s neck to rock his hips teasingly against the hard cock beneath him. “I’m all yours, Soldier.”

With a quiet groan of delight, Bucky ran a gentle hand up the subtle curve of Tony’s waist, delighting in the breathless moan he elicited when his palm cupped the engineer’s scantily clad breast tenderly. His mouth met Tony’s once more, drawing back frequently to relish in the whines of pleasure he earned as his fingertips teased a nipple playfully. The man astride him ground down a little more intently, and Bucky let out a low, throaty chuckle.

“I can feel how wet you are for me, sweet boy…” he purred, his free hand finding the engineer’s hip to press him against his cock, his tip nudging the slick material between his thighs with a rumble of delight. “So eager, as always…”

“Yes,” Tony breathed, head falling back, pressing his chest harder against the soldier’s hand. “God, please…”

“Want me to fuck you, pet?” Bucky murmured, ducking his head to press open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin of the engineer’s throat – then drew back in surprise and mild panic when Tony shook his head.

“I… I want you to eat me,” Tony whispered, tapping a finger lightly against the words emblazoned across his crotch. Bucky could only blink for a moment, startled. In their time together, Tony had been reluctant to be touched there – only his cock had entered the engineer’s eager hole, and Bucky had never pressed the issue, nor shown any indication that he wanted more, and both had seemed more than satisfied with that arrangement.

“You do?” Bucky repeated, one eyebrow arched. “I’m not objecting – I’m just surprised… Are you sure this is what you-”

“I came to do sex, not therapy,” Tony interrupted gently, his fingertips idly spinning a lock of hair at the nape of Bucky’s neck. “I want you to do everything… Make me feel good, Bucky. Please…”

Swallowing, Bucky nodded, one arm wrapping around the smaller man’s waist to lift him easily, turning to pin him to the bed. “I’m going to make you scream,” he vowed softly, eyes ablaze. Tony had never left their encounters feeling dissatisfied – his own right hand had taken care of that problem, working himself eagerly as Bucky had fucked him. But Tony was certain that Bucky could make him feel far more; particularly if the soundproofing he’d been forced to have fitted to the soldier’s room following noise complaints had been anything to go by.

Bucky made short work of the bra, lowering his mouth with only the barest hesitation to one erect nipple, earning a yelp of delight as he nipped firmly. Tony’s hands wrapped in his hair, holding the older man close to him, his legs wrapping automatically around the hips pressed flush to his own. No sooner was he happily squirming beneath the soldier, however, than Bucky drew back, hands finding his waist to move him further up the bed.

“Do you trust me?” he asked softly, brushing his lips lightly against the engineer’s, who nodded without hesitation.

“Yes,” he replied, a hint of admittance in his voice. “I do. Please, Bucky.”

The soldier wasted no time – he snagged the smaller man’s wrists in one hand, tying each to the ropes attached to a bedpost and kneeling back to admire his handiwork. Tony was splayed out and panting lightly, his eyes aglow, bare except for the sheer and noticeably-damp underwear barely concealing his pussy.

“You shaved, too,” Bucky noted, smirking, trailing a fingertip slowly over Tony’s nipple, making his lazy way down the engineer’s abdomen as it trembled in time with his rapid, aroused breaths, and Tony nodded.

“Wanted to,” he repeated, thighs pressed together and rubbing slightly. Bucky smirked, curling his fingertip in the edge of the fabric.

“Suits you… Makes you look even sluttier, pet,” he purred, and pulled the underwear down Tony’s thighs. The engineer shivered with pleasure and nervous, his eyes on the soldier as Bucky lowered himself to his chest. “You have such a pretty pussy… Always wondered if it tastes as sweet as it looks…” Bucky mused aloud, his fingertip trailing just short of Tony’s wet heat. Tony let out a quiet mewl and shifted needily, chasing the contact and earning a soft laugh. “So needy! Say please, sweet boy.”

“Please!” Tony gasped immediately, his legs parting further, offering himself eagerly to the soldier. “Please- fuck, please, make me feel good, Bucky, please, Sir, I need you-”

The begs cut off in a deafening moan as a tongue travelled the length of him, groaning in pleasure at the taste of Tony’s juices, before lips latched tenderly around his clit, suckling lightly. “Oh, God – oh, fuck, Bucky, fuck!”

The soldier chuckled against him, making the engineer jerk in pleasure, his eyes moving to meet the younger man’s as a finger brushed inquiringly against his leaking hole. Tony nodded frantically, attempting to press himself closer, and mewled when Bucky pressed the digit inside him, the slow movement of hand and tongue making him see spots. “Oh fuck, Bucky… Please, Sir, that’s so- so good, please, I want more…”

Bucky smirked around the clit between his lips, gently easing a second finger in beside the first and working the engineer patiently, despite Tony’s needy squirming. Bucky’s free hand spanned his abdomen to hold him still, licking and sucking eagerly, fingers curling inside the younger man with practiced precision, probing and testing until he found the location that made Tony cry out.

“Fuck! Please- please, oh- Please, Sir, just there- I want- I need-”

“I know what you want, sweet boy…” Bucky purred, drawing back for just a moment to address his writhing plaything. “Let it all go for me, handsome. Don’t hold back, okay? I want you to know just how good I can make you feel…”

Tony forced his taut muscles to relax, lying compliant and dripping beneath the soldier’s ministrations, straining not to chase the high he could feel inching its way toward him. Without warning, a third finger pressed inside him, the lips around his clit latching firmer, the tongue against him moving more intently as the soldier’s hand gained speed. Instinctively, the engineer began to clench, to attempt to hold the digits inside him deeply, until the thumb lightly caressing his abdomen reminded him to let go and trust that Bucky could make him feel incredible.

The lewd sounds of Bucky’s hand against his wetness was embarrassing and arousing in equal measure, and the engineer’s legs fell further, offering more of himself to the man between them. When Bucky’s fingers began to curve inside him, Tony wailed, hands grasping instinctively at the older man’s hair.

“Fuck- Bucky, Sir, yes, just there, I- I’m- I’m-”

The hand on his abdomen shifted to his hip, pulling the stammering man closer, burying both face and hand deeper between his thighs in wordless encouragement. Tony’s back arched automatically as he cried out, hips jerking, his eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure as he felt his pussy flood around the fingers moving inside him. Bucky drew back long enough only to lap needily at the engineer’s juices before returning to his mission, drawing another convulsion and another desperate gush from Tony as he sobbed with euphoria.

On and on the soldier worked, keeping Tony at this incredible new height until he had nothing left to give, the younger man trembling with the effort and oversensitivity as the soldier finally let his hips fall back to the bed, removing his hand and lowering his face to trail his tongue gently over the engineer’s overstimulated pussy. “Such a good boy,” he crooned, glancing up with eyes alight. “I knew I could make this pretty cunt squirt for me…”

Tony blushed slightly, a lazy smile gracing his features. “You did?” Bucky shifted to sit beside him, running a gentle hand over the younger man’s stomach.

“I did... But I’m not done with you yet,” he added, smirking. “You’re going to beg for me to do it again before the end of the night.”

Tony swallowed, his hands curling around the ropes in nervous excitement. “Okay...” he whispered, swallowing dryly.

By the time Tony’s ankles were secured, spreading his body out flat to the bed, Bucky was achingly hard once more, straining against his boxers and already looking forward to finally burying himself in the man tied up and at his mercy.

But first… He liked to play with his toy for a little while.

Bucky turned the lights down, making Tony blink in surprise. It wasn’t often that the atmosphere of these encounters felt romantic – and the engineer highly doubted that it was what the soldier was going for this time, either. Though watching the silver-armed man light candles, Tony was suddenly uncertain, eyeing the other apprehensively. “…Sir?”

“Hush, pet,” Bucky purred, sitting beside the smaller once more, a tall handle still gripped in his hand. Tony could only watch in confusion as the flickering flame moved closer – but it wasn’t until the candle started to tip that the restrained man understood, eyes growing wide. The dominant flicked his own gaze to Tony’s, seeking clarification. They’d discussed the possibility once or twice, but Bucky always double checked before he did anything new – as casual as their relationship was, he was always certain not to do anything that the younger boy didn’t want. He’d spent enough of his life being used to cause pain to others, and he had no desire to make that choice for himself.

When Tony nodded softly, apprehensive but excited, Bucky let his fingers tip the candle a little further, and the engineer couldn’t help but hold his breath as he watched the flame eat away at the lip, the bead at the top slowly growing, trembling under its own weight until it finally fell.

Tony couldn’t help it – he moaned aloud as the drop met his abdomen, spreading over the skin in a small splash of heat. The sensation stung slightly, but only just; more significant was the warmth that make his skin sing, active and alive.

Bucky smirked, running a finger through the quickly-cooling mark. “Yes?”

“Yes, Sir,” Tony echoed quickly, gripping tight to the ropes. “Yes.”

Bucky chuckled quietly, letting a few more drops spill onto the engineer’s skin in quick succession, trailing a line towards his chest. When the first hit the inside of his breast, Tony let out a low whimper – but his back arched closer, breathing coming heavier, betraying his pleasure. “Please- oh, God…”

The soldier let his free hand slide over Tony’s wax-splatted abdomen slowly, feeling the heat radiating from between his legs, and smirked. “So pent up again already, hm? You like having your pretty pussy on display for me, is that it? Legs spread wide, showing off how wet you are…” Bucky’s fingers slipped either side of the engineer’s twitching clit, earning a quiet whine of longing, but the older man steadfastly ignored the aching hole offered to him, massaging the swollen skin just outside his slick heat. “Tell me what you want, sweet boy.”

Another drip, and Tony mewled pitifully, fighting against his binds in a desperate attempt to press himself closer, whining when he found himself unable to make the soldier’s hand meet his wetness. “Please- please touch me, Sir…” he gasped, hips twitching. With a soft, curious hum, Bucky let his fingers cup the engineer’s pussy gently, feather light as he trailed his palm along Tony’s slick heat. Tony let out a weak sob, tugging futilely against his restraints. “Please!”

“Tell me what you want,” Bucky growled, three quick drops meeting Tony’s skin and making him squirm desperately.

“I want- I want your fingers inside me again! Please! You- you made me feel so good, I want- Please!” Tony wailed, and Bucky smirked as he felt the younger man’s wetness spread against his skin at the mere thought. With a soft, satisfied sigh, Bucky slid two fingers inside his waiting, mewling pet, earning a sharp groan and a view of the engineer’s exposed throat as his head fell back. “Oh God, yes- yes, please…”

The fingers worked inside him skilfully, and Bucky carefully put his candle aside, dropping his head to Tony’s throat, nipping and sucking lightly, while Tony could only gasp for breath, shivering with delight. “I know what you want…” he breathed, teeth skimming Tony’s ear. “But I won’t – not until you beg, just like I said. But I’ll give you the choice…” His fingers flexed, and Tony groaned, feeling the motion deep inside himself. “Would you rather beg to squirt on my fingers, or would you like to squirt on my cock?” A thumb found his clit, making him cry out frantically. “Would you rather soak my arm, or drench my cock until I fill you up like the needy slut you are?”

With a breathless wail, Tony squirmed, tears of pleasure pricking his eyes. “Please- Please, Sir. Fuck me. Fuck me, please!” He sobbed softly when the fingers left his dripping hole, leaving him empty and clinging to nothing – but he grew still and silent when Bucky freed his feet once more, letting the engineer’s knees bend and his hips jerk longingly.

“No – no, I want you, I want to feel you, please,” Tony grunted when Bucky reached for the condom, making the older man raise his eyebrows. Both men were clean – they’d been with nobody else since taking their last tests – but they’d always decided that the risk of ‘other complications’ was too high.

But here was Tony, naked and soaked and squirming, and who was Bucky to deny him what he wanted?

Tony shivered as Bucky knelt between his parted thighs, trembling with longing, his hips shifting against the bed. Considering briefly, Bucky pulled his shirt over his head, drawing a deeper flush from the engineer even as his green eyes roamed over the newly exposed skin. But the feel of the soldier’s tip pressing against him, warm and probing and needy, made him grow still once more, swallowing. “Please…”

With a long, low grunt, Bucky pressed himself inside the man spread beneath him, revelling in the soft whines and quiet whimpers falling readily from Tony’s lips as he gasped in pleasure. “That’s it, sweet boy… So fucking tight…”

Bucky buried his cock inside the engineer with a shuddering groan, lids flickering and betraying his ecstasy, one hand curling around the younger man’s hip to hold him close. “Keeping me waiting like that… Had to take matters into my own hands,” he muttered, eyes flashing with the last dregs of an annoyance long overtaken by concern. He drew back slowly, relishing in the feeling of the wet heat clinging greedily to his length, and grunted softly. “Nothing quite as good as this pretty pussy, though, is there? Like you were made just for me…”

Tony whimpered and nodded eagerly, squirming, hips jerking in a desperate attempt to drive the soldier deeper once more. “All yours- all for you, please…”

“You know better than to keep me waiting again, I expect,” Bucky noted, a warning growl at the edge of his tone, painstakingly slow as he pressed his way further inside the engineer once more. “I hope you’ve learnt not to be so reckless as to get yourself injured, knowing that I’m waiting for you…”

Distantly, both men were aware that this sounded almost like caring – almost like a relationship, with one expressing his worry for the other, and the subconscious notion had Tony’s hands straining against the ropes, seeking to pull the man above him closer, to hold him close and offer reassurance. Instead, he could only wrap his legs tighter around the soldier, pinning him close. “I’ll- I’ll be more careful,” he vowed softly, tears of pleasure pricking at his eyes. “I’ll be more careful. Please, Sir…”

“What do you want, pet?” Bucky purred, leaning a little closer, letting his cock press further inside the man beneath him, his fingers shifting from his hip to tease their way along his abdomen. “Tell me what you want from me. Ask nicely, and maybe I’ll show mercy.”

“I-I…” Tony stammered and blushed, the words dying in his throat – but Bucky drew back once more and drove himself home roughly as his hand found the engineer’s sensitive clit, earning a cry of delight from the younger man. “Please! God, fuck me, please, Sir- Please, make me squirt for you, you’re so good to me- so, so good, please, please, I-”

The pleads and gasps trailed off into rapturous moans as Bucky set up a punishing pace, the wet sound of their bodies meeting bringing colour to Tony’s cheeks even as his spine arched in ecstasy, driving the soldier deeper. Any semblance of language was lost when Bucky buried his face in Tony’s throat, nipping and sucking, leaving colourful smudges of ownership in his wake as his plaything writhed with pleasure.

“Please, Sir- Fuck, I’m gonna- I can’t-”

No sooner had Bucky muttered his permission against the soft skin beneath the engineer’s ear than Tony was jerking beneath him, his body unravelling as he soaked the sheets, the pressure inside him building to unimaginable levels. But the soldier neither stopped nor slowed, simply letting the smaller man’s juices coat his skin as he continued to fuck him roughly, driving Tony ever higher even as his eyes rolled back sightlessly.

“Fuck, that’s it – so fucking wet for me, soaking my cock like a good whore, hm? Fuck, that’s it, sweet boy – gonna make me come,” Bucky grunted, his hand finally slowing and stopping to grip Tony’s hip once more, driving himself harder into the man beneath him.

“Please,” Tony sobbed, shuddering with the force of his climax. “Please, fuck – come inside me, please… Fill me up, Sir. I’m all yours – I need you…”

Tony trailed off with a soft whimper, broken and ragged and pure carnal pleasure, and the sound was enough to drag Bucky over the edge, burying himself to the hilt with a grunt, his hips twitching firmly against Tony’s as he emptied himself inside the younger man’s dripping hole.

“Fuck…” Bucky panted, head falling forward, his blue eyes dancing with lust and affection as they found the wide green depths staring up at him. “Fuck… So good. So good for me, sweet boy.”

Both men let out a hiss of overstimulated sensitivity as Bucky slowly drew back, the taller man shifting to his knees and assessing the mess beneath them with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “You go and grab a shower – I’ll deal with your sheets.”

By the time Tony had been untied and padded off to the bathroom, the shower audible to Bucky’s enhanced hearing despite the door between them, the soldier had caught his breath and stretched out his cooling muscles. Humming quietly, he got to his feet, moving soundlessly through the apartment as he hunted for fresh linens.

Tony emerged encased in fluffy towels just as Bucky was smoothing the pillowcases, half-turning at the sound of the door and smiling softly at the sight of his lover looking so vulnerable. “Hey. The bed’s all sorted for you, so I’ll, uh… I’ll get out of your hair.”

“You can stay, if you like.”

It was an offer Tony always made, his voice flat and unenthusiastic, an act of societal nicety – but this time he paused, his eyes sliding to Bucky’s uncertainly, making the soldier hesitate.

“I should go,” Bucky murmured, following the script – but, like the engineer, his performance was off, reluctance edging his tone.

Tony faltered, letting the moment typically punctuated by his noise of agreement pass in silence. “… You don’t have to,” he breathed, turning away to busy himself rifling through a drawer as his ears tinged pink.

Bucky blinked in surprise, then found himself nodding. “I… I think I’d like that.”

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Multitudes - Chapter Twenty-Nine

... And He Deserves More.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒-> Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov/Steve Rogers

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Punishment, shopping, and a devestating realisation.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 5709.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ->(E) Spanking, alcohol use, doing some not-awesome things when drunk (not cheating or SH), and then just... Oh god, the end. I'm sorry.

𝐀/𝐍 -> Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Please read the warnings, and proceed with caution. You know the drill. Takes place in the middle of Magic and Madness ch9 (not yet posted). Masterlist can be found here.

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! The snazzy Black Widow divider comes from @/firefly-graphics and I love it <3 The Multitudes Universe one is our own!

<- Previous Chapter (28/72)

I awoke with a satisfied smile, daylight streaming through the gap in the curtains and Arrow curled up in the curve of my body, one arm around his dozing form.

No nightmares.

Not one, I think.

Maybe it really is going to help?

You don’t have to do this, Lia. Not if you don’t want to.

Definitely not. We can take over. Or you can just skip.

I saw brief flashes – watching her scream as she was beaten mercilessly – and I winced.

I… I think… I’d like to try it. But only softly.

That’s completely fine.

Definitely fine.

I’ll take the rough stuff.

You’re incorrigible.

No, I’m exciting - we’ve established this, Nat.

I sighed, shaking my head fondly, rolling toward my fiancé.

“Clint?”

Sitting up quickly, I scanned the empty room, panic bubbling in my chest just as the door opened. “Whoa, Nat – you okay, hon?”

My breathing hitched dangerously, and I screwed my eyes shut briefly as I fought to calm down. 14. Fucking coward. “I-I... I thought... I worried...” That I’d beat the shit out of you. That I’d killed you and buried your body on the farm. That I’d done something unforgiveable – again – and you left.

He smiled softly, coming to sit beside me, wiping his face with the towel around his shoulders. “I was just in the shower, Little Spider. I should have woken you, I’m sorry; you just looked so peaceful.”

I flushed embarrassedly, shaking my head. “It’s fine. You don’t need to be at my side constantly. I overreacted.”

Eyes meeting mine, he scanned my gaze intensely. “... What’s your number?”

“Fourteen,” I admitted shamefully, fingers curled into fists.

“Tell me about them.”

I swallowed dryly, closing my eyes as I began to recount my sins, wincing or sighing with satisfaction as he rejected or accepted my premise, respectively.

“Nine, Nat. You get nine.”

My heart fluttered uncertainly, nodding without argument as my eyes opened to meet his.

He glanced around nervously, almost as though expecting someone to penalise him. I winced, jaw clenched guiltily. “You know you... You don’t have to do this, right?”

He reached out to brush the back of his fingers against my jaw. “You think it could help?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Then I’m more than happy to,” he assured me, shuffling to the edge of the bed and patting his lap. “Come.” I trembled nervously as I stood, moving to lean over his legs, blushing with embarrassment. “You okay?” Nodding silently, I shivered and as he slid a single finger into the back of my waistband. “Do I...?”

“I... I guess so?” I stammered, my flush deepening as he tugged my pants down, exposing my ass to the chilly morning air.

It’s okay. I’m here. Do you... Want help?

Please. I-I don’t know what I’m doing.

Tell him to find his level first. You’ll feel... Unsatisfied, otherwise.

“Um, C-Clint?”

“Hm?”

“Ashe said that you should – we should... Figure out how h-hard it’s gonna be first.”

He snorted softly, fingertips trailing over my skin as I quivered. “I’m not surprised they’re here.”

You’re all so mean to me. I’m just trying to help!

Yeah, that’s the only reason.

... Maybe not the only reason...

I gasped in surprise when his palm collided with my skin, barely firm enough to sting. Ashe and I rolled our eyes in unison. “Clint, I’m an international assassin. I’ve had papercuts more painful than that.”

He growled, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “Easy with the sass, little one, or I’ll make it an even ten.”

I inhaled stutteringly, wriggling slightly at his warning, Ashe smirking in response.

I thought you weren’t ‘into this’?

Shut up, I replied playfully, biting back a groan as his hand met me again, pushing back willingly against the impact and making him laugh. “Why, Little Spider... Anyone would think you’re enjoying this.”

I whined, blushing again. “No...”

Another spank, harder than the last, and I pricked my lip with my teeth. Almost...

“Are you lying to me, honey?”

“... No?”

A soft yelp escaped me as he hit the sweet spot, ass stinging beneath his palm.

“That’s it?”

“Th-that's it,” I confirmed, wriggling again. His free hand on the small of my back held me still, and I mewled pitifully.

“This is supposed to be your punishment, my love. Stay still.”

I paused obligingly, core pulsating despite myself.

Count.

... Huh?

“Count it out, little one,” Clint whispered in my ear, lips brushing my temple. I opened my mouth to clarify before his hand collided with me again, and understanding dawned.

“O-one.”

He purred, hand smoothing soothingly over my skin. “Good girl... Keep it up.”

I yelped as I jerked forward, pushing up slightly until the pressure on my spine help me steady. “Two.”

“Three.”

“F-Four.”

“Five.”

“S-fuck-Six.” More wriggling, followed by a warning growl.

“Seven.”

“E-eight.” Another shift and a soft whine, his fingers tight on my back.

As his hand came down a final time, I panted with relief and exhaustion, ass stinging and throbbing in a not-unpleasant way. “Nine.” I went to pull away, but his grip didn’t let up. “Um... Clint? That was nine.”

“True... But what did I say about saying still?”

I turned to glance at him, and his gaze met mine, seeking clarification. “Green. Definitely green,” I muttered with a blush. He smirked before his hand met my tender skin again, and I groaned, head falling forward.

“Did that help?”

“So much,” I admitted, squeezing my legs together shamefully.

See. Good, right?

... Shut up, know-it-all.

He shifted to take something from his pocket, and I grinned.

Apparently I’m not the only one who enjoyed myself.

“What are you smirking about?” he murmured, eliciting a gasp as the cool soothing gel hit my heated skin.

I wriggled once more, raising an eyebrow at him pointedly as his arousal dug into my stomach, and he blushed slightly. “Between the noises you made, and the fact that you’re dripping down your own legs... Can you blame me?”

“I’m...?” I shifted my thighs exploratorily, and flushed with shame.

He laughed, his fingers dipping infinitesimally lower. “I could always help with that... You know, if you wanted,” he added.

I hesitated briefly. There was definitely a reason I wasn’t up for it yesterday, right? I can’t seem to remember.

Oh, it was-

Ashe. I’m... Just... Sh.

I nodded and pushed back, but Clint turned my face to meet his eyes. “Affirmative consent, Nat.”

Nodding again, I locked my gaze on his. “Please, Clint. I really, really want you to fuck me.”

He growled, placing a gentle kiss to my sore ass, before picking me up and tossing me bodily onto the bed.

My phone beeped, and I rolled with a groan, stretching over my dazed and satisfied fiancé.

“Who is it?” he mumbled, one eye half open.

I smirked to myself, holding up three fingers in a ‘W’. Wanda.

Hey! I’m on my way, be there in ten. We’re going dress shopping!

I blinked owlishly, stunned, before letting out a startled gasp as I got to my feet, wincing slightly at the residual sting of my tenderised backside. “Everything okay?”

“Wanda’s on her way. And almost here. I need to get dressed!”

He snorted, closing his eyes once more as my phone beeped again. “It seems like a hard life.”

The boys are with me. Please make sure Clint has pants on.

I shook his foot, grinning as he groaned, the same eye opening slightly. “Can’t a man have a nap after making you come?”

Snorting, I threw some underwear at him. “Apparently not. You’ve got a playdate.”

Groaning once more, he sat up, scowling. “Please never, ever link the concepts of ‘getting you to scream’ and ‘playdate’. Ever.”

Wanda’s arms wrapped around me excitedly as she barrelled up the porch – only after stopping to enthusiastically greet the golden fluff around her feet. “I can’t believe it’s today! I’ve been waiting forever for this. Not that it was your fault,” she added with a wince.

I laughed, wrapping my jacket further about myself as the snow fell thicker. “It’s okay. Me too,” I confessed, blushing. “It’s not like I have much occasion to go out buying dresses after all.”

Glancing over her shoulder, I smiled fondly at the ‘boys’ she’d brought along. Thor was already chugging a beer, cooler in hand; Vision and Bruce were engaged in an undoubtedly scientific and mind-blowing conversation; Cap had dropped to his knees with a child-like grin, pressing his forehead to my dog’s as the puppy’s tail thumbed happily. “So… Why the guys? Dress shopping isn’t typically a man’s favourite pastime. Though I wouldn’t mind seeing Steve’s ass in a miniskirt,” I chuckled, earning me an eyeroll and an insinuating raised finger from my fiancé, a blush creeping up my cheeks.

Wanda watched us with one eyebrow raised, and I bit my cheek. Please, I’m praying for just a little bit of-

“What’s that all about?”

-… tact.

Ah, Wanda. I love her.

Yeah, me too.

Clint went crimson, and gestured towards our teammates quickly. “I should, uh…”

“That’s one of your own, coward!” I called after his treating back, laughing.

“So?” Wanda prompted, smirking. “It is sexual? I bet it’s sexual.”

“No! … Well. No. But… Not no,” I floundered, feeling my blush grow darker. “I’ll tell you on the drive,” I muttered, eyes on Steve as he looked at my approaching archer. “I don’t think Cap wants to hear it.”

The War Hero glanced over Clint’s shoulder, his gaze meeting mine with an amused, grateful nod.

“The guys are here to keep Barton company, so he doesn’t try and come with us. They brought beer and tools, and Thor’s truck. Farmwork is butch, right?” She chuckled, but I simply cocked my head.

“Why would Clint want to come with us?”

She glanced at me like I was the dumbest person on the planet. “When he realises y’all are going to be out of his sight all day – even though you’re with me – do you really think he’s just going to be okay with that? After what happened the last time you weren’t with him?” she clarified unnecessarily.

“But… The Red Room is no more. Why would he still worry?”

She laughed, her arm wrapping around my waist. “I’ll make you a bet. If he lets us go without complaint, the post-shopping drinks are on me.”

God dammit, my bank account is going to feel this is in the morning.

It was a dumb bet. Clint isn’t going to let us out his sight willingly, Ashe argued, almost proud. Even I knew that.

You could’ve said something!

You should’ve asked.

I sighed, looking up at my anxiously pacing fiancé. “Look, Clint-”

“Nope. Not happening. No chance.”

“You were fine with it when I told you earlier!”

“I was mostly asleep, and worn out, and we’d just-” he cut off his retort with a blush, glancing at the heroes clustered around us in the living room, three of whom were all diverting their eyes pointedly. Only Wanda met my gaze, smirking cockily, while Thor laughed.

“You made love.”

“Yes, thank you, Thor,” Clint replied, rolling his eyes.

“Personally, I’d have called it ‘fucking’,” I amended, grinning, eliciting another throaty laugh from the God of Thunder, and a curt look from my fiancé.

“That’s two, Nat.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

His head cocked, the amusement fading from his face slowly, save for the playful glint in his eyes.

“We’re gonna wait in the truck,” Steve interjected, standing quickly.

“Everybody out before I hear something I don’t want to – more than I already have.”

I winced as I slid into the driver’s seat of Clint’s beloved car, his gaze on me from the porch, amused and concerned.

At least I won one bet today.

Yeah, I don’t know why he thought he could outlast us. Silly boy.

Worth it. He got the job done after, and I get to take his car.

Wanda just looked at me, smirking. “What?” I laughed, revving the engine, waving playfully at Clint as his baby’s tires spun on the turf before we took off down the dirt path, the car drifting with precision as the farmhouse disappeared from view.

“Having fun?”

“Yeah. Clint never lets me drive this car.”

“Oh, no, I meant when we left you, and my partner looked like he was going to short-circuit.”

I flushed, rubbing the back my neck. “He heard that?”

She grinned and nudged me playfully. “We all heard it.”

“You were in the truck!”

“Exactly, Nat. Exactly. We were in the truck. What the hell was he doing to you?!”

I blushed deeper, delightfully embarrassed, an image flashing through my mind of his head pinned between my thighs. “So many things.”

“You’re like rabbits.”

Rolling my eyes playfully, I indicated onto the interstate, pulling out carefully. “We’re engaged!”

“You still need to, you know, sleep. Eat.”

“We do eat. That’s sometimes the whole point,” I interjected, smirking.

“Exist somewhere that isn’t your bedroom…” she continued, shaking her head.

“Or the sofa, the kitchen, the bathroom… The barn.”

“I just sat on that sofa.”

“Yes. Yes, you did.”

“I lived in your house for two weeks.” I grinned and nodded, and she groaned affectionately. “I probably touched somewhere that’s had Clint’s bare ass on it.”

“Almost definitely.”

“I hate you all.”

I leant towards her, nudging her lightly. “We love you, too.” My phone beeped in the cupholder, and I inclined my head. “Could you? If I crash this car, I don’t think I’ll be engaged for much longer.”

She pulled it out and read quickly, brow furrowed. “Seriously, what’s all this one, two business about?!”

I snorted, shaking my head good-naturedly. “Why? What’s he said?”

“’One – revving my baby. Two – tearing up the grass. Three – the drift, Natasha. In all seriousness, please drive safe, and please be careful. I want my baby home in one piece, and I don’t mean the car’.”

“That’s sweet,” I murmured, smiling fondly. There was a brief pause while my heart glowed, and then Wanda cleared her throat stubbornly.

“What about the numbers?!”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Well, you know how I struggle with, um… Hurting myself? So, Ashe had this idea…”

“I never knew Ashe was so… So…”

“Insane?” I offered, reversing into a parking spot with a snort. “Yeah, well, it’s mostly a recent thing. Exploring their reclamation of their sexuality, and what have you. But… Yeah, Clint and I gave it a go this morning. And then again when you guys turned up,” I added, flushing. “I’d say I feel bad for running upstairs with him when you were all there, but-”

“I’d know you were lying,” she laughed, shaking her head, watching me carefully as we climbed from the car and pausing to rest her arms on the roof. “You know, you do seem… More free.”

I sighed, mirroring her position with a soft smile, comforted by the ache of my backside. “I feel it,” I admitted. “I… I feel like I don’t have to constantly worry about if I’m doing the wrong thing. Some of it is light-hearted – like our joking before. But… Some of it is for real mistakes. And I love that he’s done that; I love that he’s mixed serious and light and taken the gravity out of it. I finally feel like it’s okay to make a mistake.”

She grinned slowly, her chin on her forearms. “That’s beautiful… And hot.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Come on. I guess it’s time to be women.”

Four dresses and a glass of champagne later, and I groaned, pulling the latest monstrous creation from my body.

“Don’t give up, Nat. We’ll find something y’all love, I promise.”

I rolled my eyes through the privacy curtain, muttering under my breath.

Well, if we all looked like Wanda, it’d be a much easier job…

Right? She looked perfect in everything.

I mean, it’s not her fault…

1. I sighed, shaking my head as I unzipped the next bag waiting expectantly on its hanger, pulling the dress on blindly. I know, I know. I just…

Yeah, I know.

This is… Harder than I thought it would be.

All of the pictures of slender women with perfect bone structure plastered across the walls, grinning broadly on what was supposed to be ‘the best day of your life’… How are we ever supposed to look like that?

Clint thinks we’re perfect.

He really does. We could show up in a trash bag…

And he’d still love us. I sighed again through the fabric. I know. I’ll just pick one, okay?

Make it hot.

And cute…

And beautiful. I rolled my eyes. No wonder this is so difficult.

“Holy shit, Nat.”

~Natasha~ We turned slowly toward her, panicked. “We haven’t looked. Is it… That bad?”

Her hands covered her mouth, tears in her eyes – a stereotypical, cliché display, but one that made our heart soar as she shook her head. “It’s… Everything.”

Inhaling heavily, we shifted our eyes to mirrors, our own tremble working its way through our body.

Holy

Fucking

Shit.

It… Really is everything.

Cute.

Beautiful.

Hot.

The strapless sweetheart neckline accented our curves perfectly, fitted to the waist in a bodice embroidered with black flowers. A simple black ribbon separated the ballgown skirt, flared and elegant, with similar patterning spread across the layers.

We turned to examine our visible shoulders, the dropped back secured with lace corseting and sitting in the middle of our spine, tattoo on full display proudly below our tied up hair.

It was, in a word… Everything.

We winced as we paid for the dresses, feeling the sting on my bank account, but we didn’t have the heart to care.

Avengers perks.

There’s got to be some benefit to saving the world, huh?

The drive back was a light one, and we stopped near to home for a few – dozen - drinks.

“What about the car?” Wanda giggled, leaning into us at the bar, sipping on a fruity cocktail.

We tipped our head back to the ceiling drunkenly, sighing.

“Stephen. Stepheeeennnnn! Ugh.” We pulled out our cell reluctantly, eyes unfocused.

Stepen. Bar on Momnrow st. Here is oyr locaton. Need hel[. Cpm,e npw.

“That’ll do it,” we snorted, dropping back into our seat with a grin, throwing back another shot. “Stephen’s a good one. He’ll come. Betcha.”

He did, in fact, come; within five minutes – and three shots - he appeared through the door, eyes casting around wildly before landing on us and darting to our side. “Natasha? What on Earth is going on? It’s one in the morning and I get a message from you that… You… Need…” He took in the empty glasses before us, one eyebrow quirked. “Help. Are you drunk?”

We leant against his side, grinning fondly. “Hi. Yes. But we got the wedding dress! It’s so pretty, Stephen.”

He glanced between us and Wanda, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I have had far too many experiences of drunk people to deal with this. You’re on your own.” He shrugged us off and made for the door, and we pouted.

“Why do you never want to help us? We needed you, S-Stephen. We needed you and you said no and you left. And now it’s different and it’s good but it’s not as good and everything hurts, all the time. And now you’re leaving, again, and everything still hurts. And now we have to drive. And Clint will be mad if we hurt his car, and if he leaves us, we’ll kill ourselves,” we finished seriously, glaring at the back of his head.

His jaw set as he turned, motioning towards the door. “Come on. I’ll drive you home.”

~Nat~ Wanda was snoring in the back seat by the time we left the lot, and I grinned. “I love her. So much. Y’know, I’ve never really had girl friends before. Boys – men – just like me better… Can’t imagine why,” I added, snorting.

Because we’re a ‘harlot’, Ashe laughed, and I giggled.

“Yeah, that’s probably it!”

“Do you really think I never want to help y’all?” Stephen asked quietly, his hands tight on the wheel.

I glanced at him, wincing at the sweatpants and t-shirt. “Where’s your wizard cape?”

“I left it. I was in bed, asleep, and I didn’t want to waste time getting changed. I thought you were in danger,” he added softly.

“I mean... Driving would probably have been dangerous,” I muttered, chagrined. “Besides, why don’t you sleep with your cell silenced, like everyone else?”

“I do,” he snapped tersely, eyes on the road.

Huh?

Oh.

“Just not for us.” 3.

He nodded once, glancing at me briefly. “Not for you. I told you once; day or night, I’m there if y’all need me. But I didn’t think that would include being your fucking chauffeur.”

I blinked in surprise. “Stephen... You swore.”

“I’m upset, Nat. And I’m angry.”

Tears pricked my eyes, and I felt my lip wobble. “I... I’m sorry...” 4. 5. 6. 7.

His eyes flicked to me once more, and he sighed. “It’s okay. I just... You scared me. I thought you’d done something to yourselves.” He reached across, tousling my hair gently. “But I appreciate that you felt able to reach out to me. That’s... Reassuring.”

I grinned and purred, eyes closing, pausing before my smile faded. “I... I meant what I said,” I noted softly, turning my head to gaze into the darkness. “It hurts... All the time.”

“I can’t imagine.”

“Why wouldn’t you help me?”

I saw his grip tighten in his reflection in my window, wincing. “I…” “I just… I needed you. We’ve found a… A coping mechanism, of sorts, with Clint. But then things like this happen, and I… He won’t… Hurt me enough. I need the scar to remind me to do better.”

“Things like this?” he clarified softly.

“Doing this to you. Hurting you. Being ungrateful. Being… Being… This.”

A flash of silver before my eyes, and I squeezed them shut, sighing. I knew it couldn’t last.

I… I can’t.

I know. It’s okay, Lia-Lia. You go. And you, Ashe. This is my fault. My hole to fall into. Neither of you should have to deal with that.

… I can’t, Nat. I want to be there for you, but if I start…

We’ll die.

Yeah.

I know. It’s okay. Go on, shoo.

“What you are… Is a miracle of adaptation and perseverance,” he answered eventually, his voice breaking a silence otherwise punctuated only by Wanda’s drunken snores. I snorted, and he smiled weakly. “Look at everything y’all have been through, Nat. Lesser people would have broken under the strain.”

“I am broken,” I whispered back, flicking my gaze back out of the windshield. “And I’m… I’m so, so tired, Stephen. I’m tired of trying to be okay. Of trying to convince myself I can have a normal life, on a farm in the country, with the man I love. I’m tired of looking to someone else as the cause of, and the solution to, my problems. I am broken, and he deserves far better than me.”

“I can’t do this,” I realised faintly, hands shaking. “I-I can’t. I can’t do this to him. H-He deserves a wife who isn’t going to bleed out on the kitchen floor, or almost kill him in the night, o-or can give him children. You know Clint used to talk about wanting to be a dad all the time? Right up until he found out about what they did to me. I always believed it was because he thought it was upsetting me – but it was just the opposite. I was so deeply and profoundly in love with that man, that the idea of him having kids – and, by extension, being with someone else – made me so goddamn happy. Because it was all he ever wanted. A normal life, y’know? But he… He stopped talking about it because he wanted me, and he knew he couldn’t have both. How long until he realises he made the wrong choice?”

“I-”

“I can’t do this, Stephen. I’m… Please. I need to… To… To get away from here. I need to go. I can’t go back to that house and his face and break his heart. Which is exactly what will happen, sooner or later.”

I woke with a groan and a hand to my head.

“Here. Drink this.”

Fingers extended blindly, I grabbed a cool glass and tipped the thick concoction down my throat with a grimace. “The hell was that?”

“Smoothie. Here.” A hand met mine, depositing two small pills in my palm, which I swallowed dry without question.

God, anything to stop this head.

My eyes opened blearily, casting around the unfamiliar room before resting on the wizard perched on the end of the bed, looking pale and sickly. “Stephen?” My legs shifted, and I felt myself pale. … Where are my pants? “Where are my pants? Oh- Oh God, we didn’t- Stephen, you’re ga- Stephen, I’m engaged!”

He raised his hands defensively, snorting. “Easy, Nat. No, we didn’t. And I’m not gay. And you almost weren’t engaged,” he added, eyebrow raised.

I put quivering fingertips to my mouth as I groaned, shaking my head. “Oh, God…” I muttered, small flashes coming back to me. “Oh, God.” He nodded curtly, looking away.

“I agree with your look of horrified realisation.”

I remembered scrabbling from the car, taking off in the opposite direction, crying uncontrollably.

I remembered sitting on the dirt ground and begging Stephen to please, just kill me.

I remembered taking out my phone, and dialling Clint’s number.

“Tell me I didn’t…?”

“He didn’t answer. Fortunately for you,” he added, rolling his eyes.

“I… I still don’t know where my pants are,” I muttered, the stirrings of suspicion and terror in my chest until he simply met my gaze without feeling.

“Those… Well, those you took off as you were rooting through my medical bag and demanding that I ‘help you’,” he deadpanned, complete with air quotes. “Luckily for us both, Wanda slept through the whole thing.”

Oh God. 8. 9. 10.

I turned as he inclined his head, smiling softly at the girl asleep beside me, red hair plastered across her face, mouth open as she snored. “I-I’m sorry, Stephen,” I murmured shamefully, not looking away from my slumbering friend. “I… I said last time that I’d try to stay out of your hair. Well, I’ll try harder. Look,” I added, reaching for my cell on the bedside table, distantly realising that Wanda and I had usurped the wizard from his own bed, and scrolling frantically until I found his number, pressing hard. “Look, see? I’m deleting your number. I-I won’t bother you again.” 11.

“Nat-”

“There. Gone. I… You can delete mine, too. Just in case. I promise, I’ll leave you alone. I’m sorry.” 12.

“N-”

“I’ll do better,” I whispered, eyes squeezing shut, a low tremble in my muscles as I contracted with sudden fear. “I-I’ll do better. Please.” 13. 14. 15.

I was pulled against him and I sobbed in terror, quivering. “No, no – I’ll be good, I’ll be good, please, I-”

His hand found my hair as he rocked me gently, shushing me softly. “Easy, Nat… It’s okay. Deep breaths.”

Air hitching in my lungs, my eyes wide and confused, I stilled in his arms, fingers slowly grasping at his shirt. “I-I-I just want to be good.”

“I know. I know. It’s okay.”

That was how Wanda woke to find us, my bare legs stained with my tears, her eyes flashing in alarm as she jerked upright.

“It’s okay,” Stephen murmured softly, fingers still moving through my hair. “Nat had a panic attack. Please don’t overreact. Keep it calm.”

“Is she okay?”

I nodded stiffly against his steady chest, wiping my eyes. “She’s fine. It wasn’t a panic attack, it…”

“… Was a panic attack,” Stephen finished, his gentle voice firm. “Listen to the doctor.”

I laughed quietly, shimmying off his lap shamefully. 16. “Sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologise for, Nat. Absolutely nothing at all, okay?” he pressed, pale eyes cutting to mine, and I nodded, cowed by the force in his voice.

“So… Why are we in Stephen’s bed?” Wanda prompted, flopping back with a sigh. “And – God – why do I feel like I’ve been hit with a truck?”

“You folks had more than your fair share of drinks last night,” Stephen remarked wryly, gesturing at the bedside table. “Drink your smoothie, take your painkillers. You’ll have a rough day, but you’ll be fine. And you’re here because I didn’t want to attempt to carry two unconscious girls into a house full of undoubtedly drunk Avengers, two of whom are emotionally invested in aforementioned girls. I sent them a message. It’s fine.” I blinked at him gratefully, his lips twitching in an acknowledging smile. “However – I have received numerous calls and messages this morning enquiring as to your whereabouts. So, if you could kindly get up, I’ll take you both back to the farm. Yes?” he added, glancing surreptitiously at me, and I offered him an infinitesimal nod.

“Sounds good, Doctor Strange,” Wanda yawned, stretching out. “I just… Need five more minutes.”

I raised an eyebrow in amusement, shooting the wizard a devilish grin before lunging at my friend, fingers scrabbling against her stomach as she shrieked .”Okay, okay, I’m up!”

“God, I missed you,” Clint whispered against my throat, his arms hard around me. “I missed you so much. When you didn’t come home, I…”

I winced, shamed. 17. “Yeah, we… Stopped for some drinks. It turned into a few too many, so Stephen looked after us. I’m sorry. I should have called. He brought your car back though, don’t worry,” I added, my face pressed into his hair.

He drew back, startled. “I… Screw the car, Nat. I was worried about you, you beautiful idiot. If anything happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.” Ouch. 18.

“We fixed the barn,” Thor offered helpfully, and I laughed.

“Thank you, guys. It was… Pretty drafty in there.” Wanda smirked knowingly, and I rolled my eyes.

“So, what’s it going to be? Livestock? Horses? A gym?” Cap added hopefully. I glanced at Clint, who simply shrugged, brushing his lips against my temple.

“I guess we’ll have to talk about it,” I murmured hesitantly, my words from the night before still ringing in my ears.

I am broken.

I’m tired of trying to be okay.

He deserves far better than me.

I can’t do this to him.

He deserves a wife who isn’t going to bleed out on the kitchen floor, or almost kill him in the night, or can give him children.

Clint used to talk about wanting to be a dad all the time.

It was all he ever wanted. A normal life.

I can’t go back to that house and his face and break his heart. Which is exactly what will happen, sooner or later.

The heroes were soon ushered from the house, Steve paling the second my archer’s hands found my hips.

“You skipped your punishment last night, Little Spider. We’ll have to make up for it…”

I winced, drawing away. “I… Can we talk first? There’s… Some things I need to say.”

His eyes widened in alarm, and he nodded, immediately pulling me down to the sofa. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I…” I looked at his face, innocent and vulnerable, and squeezed my eyes shut briefly. I didn’t want to do this. I can’t do this.

You have to. You were right.

We’re not good enough.

Not worthy.

Not worth it.

Not worth anything.

“I can’t do this.”

“Nat, it’s okay, you can talk to me. Whatever it is, I-”

“No, Clint. I can’t do this.” I opened my eyes to gesture between us, and he flinched.

“What are you-”

“I’m broken, honey. I’m broken, and I’m tired, and I can’t keep pretending that this – you – can ever be my life. Not for real. It’s a nice dream, but it can’t be more than that, because we continually sabotage our own happiness. We know we don’t deserve love, even if we try and convince ourselves otherwise. You deserve better than that. You deserve someone who doesn’t need you to hit them to be happy – and even then, still thinks about opening their own skin to carve out the monsters. You deserve to feel safe in your own bed. You deserve kids, Clint. You used to go on and on about being a dad, but then you stopped. You stopped because you found out what happened to me, and you chose me over your dream. And that… I can’t do that, not to you. You made the wrong choice, and I can’t let you go through with it. I’m a selfish, horrible person, but even I can’t do that.” I sniffed, gaze low. “I… I’d rather just break your heart now than watch it happen over time.”

His fingers reached for mine, but I shook my head, tears beginning to fall. “Don’t. We’ve already made our choice. We don’t… Please don’t make it harder.”

“I can’t-”

“You can. You’ll be fine, Clint. You’ll find someone else – someone… Whole. And you’ll have this perfect life here; but you can’t have that with us.”

“Nat-”

“No, Clint.” My eyes cut to his, hard and unwavering, even though it made my chest ache.. “We’re going. You can’t stop this.”

He was sobbing freely, hand running through his hair .”I-I don’t understand.”

I smiled weakly, fingers brushing his cheek for the last time. “You will, someday. When you sit here with your kids and your wife – when you’re gathered around together at Christmas and Thanksgiving, you’ll understand, and you’ll be so, so grateful and glad that you let us go.” I stood, brushing my lips against his forehead, peppering his skin with my tears. “You’re going to be amazing, and it breaks my heart that I don’t get to see it.”

“We love you, Little Hawk; that’s exactly why we have to go. We hope you find every happiness you deserve.”

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Fandom-Free Bingo (Frosty Edition) Masterlist

'Memories' Paws for Applause - Chapter Four. Bucky Barnes(&) x Original Nonbinary Character(&). The boys begin to open up, and a storm is coming. CW: Mentions of abuse and trauma, nightmares.

'If You Believe' When the Wolf Howls - Chapter Four. Bucky Barnes x Original Nonbinary Chacter. The small gang gets closer to their goal, but an unexpected interaction pauses their progress. CW: Snowstorm, risk, unknown (general adventure type stuff), unknown assailant.

'Tomorrow' On The Tide - Chapter Nine. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Winter’s captors reveal their true intentions. CW (contains spoilers!); Kidnapping, torture, physical abuse, slave sale, non-con virginity auction.

'Caning' Bind. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Sheriff Barnes has heard about some unsavoury activity going down at a local saloon, and he goes to shut it down. But sometimes these things don't go quite to plan. Especially when smooth-talking boys get their way. CW: Prejudices of sex work, smut, punishment turns into sex, BDSM including restraint and impact play, loss of virginity, inexperienced sex with a very experienced lover, loss of virginity. Kind of dub-con vibes? But not? The consent is very enthusiastic.

'I Know What You Did' Paws for Applause - Chapter Four. Bucky Barnes(&) x Original Nonbinary Character(&). The boys begin to open up, and a storm is coming. CW: Mentions of abuse and trauma, nightmares.

"I Don't Know What to Do." On The Tide - Chapter Six. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Things are tense after the accidental kiss, and Lieutenant Tyne learns more about his newest recruit. CW: Mentions of homophobia and criminalisation of homosexuality, vague references to theoretical SA.

'Point of View' Tony VS God(s). Hades x Tony Stark. What if… Fury never passed on Howard’s materials and gave Tony what he needed to save himself? Or: Tony Stark is not a man of faith, but desperation will make fools of us all. CW: (E) Dying Tony, desperation, bargaining, smut.

'Frostbite' Near Misses and Nearly Missed - Chapter Two. Bucky Barnes x Original Nonbinary Character (Buck x Bug). The next day. And the start of every next day. CW: (E) Smut, snowed in (but fine about it).

"It Hurts" On the Tide - Chapter Five. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character Winter almost makes a dire mistake, and Lieutenant Tyne shows exactly why he’s the Captain. CW: Threat to life, drowning, loss of consciousness, vomiting (seawater), firearms and GSWs, sharks, shark finning practices.

'Handcuffed' Hail Hydra - Chapter Twelve. Bucky settles into his prolonged captivity until his creator is ready to return to him, and finds out exactly what it means to obey without question. CW: Restraint, forced obedience, physical punishment, sexual slavery/non-con, self-induced vomiting, disassociation following trauma.

'"Who Was That?"' Near Misses and Nearly Missed - Chapter Two. Bucky Barnes x Original Nonbinary Character (Buck x Bug). The next day. And the start of every next day. CW: Smut, snowed in (but fine about it).

'Begging' Hail Hydra - Chapter Twelve. Bucky settles into his prolonged captivity until his creator is ready to return to him, and finds out exactly what it means to obey without question. CW: Restraint, forced obedience, physical punishment, sexual slavery/non-con, self-induced vomiting, disassociation following trauma.

'Humiliation' Hail Hydra - Chapter Five. The torture turns violent, and Bucky struggles to cope. CW: Stab wound, shock collar, humiliation, forced nudity.

'Directions' Hail Hydra - Chapter Fifteen. As Bucky's second year of captivity comes to a close, he undergoes a life-changing alteration. CW: Non-con body modification, torture in the guise of medical procedure, mentions of sexual assault and rape, mentions of violence. 'Cold Sea' On The Tide - Chapter Two. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Winter's true nature is revealed, the Captain finds him a hinderance and an optimistic bastard, but the sailor’s rough exterior is stripped away a little. CW: Vomiting (seasickness), surgery mentions, historical physical trauma mentions.

'No Smoke Without Fire' On the Tide - Chapter Five. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character Winter almost makes a dire mistake, and Lieutenant Tyne shows exactly why he’s the Captain. CW: Threat to life, drowning, loss of consciousness, vomiting (seawater), firearms and GSWs, sharks, shark finning practices.

'Hiding a Smile' On The Tide - Chapter Two. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Winter's true nature is revealed, the Captain finds him a hinderance and an optimistic bastard, but the sailor’s rough exterior is stripped away a little. CW: Vomiting (seasickness), surgery mentions, historical physical trauma mentions.

'Last of Your Kind' The German and the American. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character (Winter x Greg). After Tony learns the truth of his parents' demise, he makes it his mission to destroy the Winter Soldier. Fortunately, the Soldier has someone on his side. Or: Bucky's time in Russia serves him well. CW: Post-Civil War strife, hunted man, gagged and dragged. Smut.

'Teasing' On The Tide - Chapter One. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. Bucky Barnes, but make it ‘Environmental Activist AU’. And also queer. Always queer. Trans!Bucky gets a job fighting for the innocents of the ocean – and seems to be of particular irritation and interest to his new Captain. "Are You Serious?" Hail Hydra - Chapter Nine. Things begin to reach their climax, and an announcement reaches the Soviet compound. CW: Forced to kill; death of PoWs; mentions of torture, neglect and abuse; gun violence. 'Arm Around the Waist' With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter 24. Clint Barton x Matt Murdock. It's the finale!

'Denial' With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter Twenty-Two. Clint Barton x Matt Murdock. Clint ends up snotty and wheezy after his time face-down in the snow, so Matt takes care of him. CW: Illness (non-vomiting), reference to previous injury. @fandom-free-bingo

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Multitudes Masterlist

Pre-Multi Bucky Barnes

Hail Hydra (Pre-Multitudes Bucky whump. 16 Chapters, Rated E. DD:DE. On Haitus pending second arc.)

Nat x Clint (Later polycule)

We Are More Than the Choices We Made (Pre-Multitudes, Pre-Clint/Nat. 3 Chapters, Rating updated to E. In Progress.)

Multitudes (72 Chapters, 28 cross-posted so far. Rated E. DD:DE. Complete on AO3).

In the Dark of the Night (Bucky x Clint, One-Shot, Rated E.)

Chionophobia (Natasha& x Steve x Clint x Bucky&, One-Shot, Rated M.)

Tony x Stephen (IronSparkles!)

Magic and Madness (46 Chapters, 8 cross-posted so far. Runs alongside Multitudes. Rated E. DD:DE and fluff, somehow? Complete on AO3).

Bucky x Bug (SoldierBug)

When the Wolf Howls (& x &, pluralpoly. Norse Mythology AU. 7 Chapter, Rated M. Complete.)

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One Masterlist to rule them All

Masterlist of masterlists >:D

Multitudes Masterlist - where it all started. Plural!Natasha and polyamory. Rated M and E, 7 works.

SnowSailor Masterlist - Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character (Winter x Greg). Rated E, 4 works.

SoldierBug Masterlist - Bucky Barnes x Original Nonbinary Character (Bucky x Bug). Rated T through E, 5 works.

Stucky Masterlist - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers. Rated E, 3 works.

WinterIron Masterlist - Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark. Rated E, 3 works.

Stand Alone Pairings (Romantic) - Various. Rated G and E, 2 works.

Stand Alone Pairings (Platonic) - Various. Rated T and M. 2 works.

#masterlist of masterlists #fanfiction #mine #fandom: marvel #writers on tumblr #writing bingo #marvel fanfiction #pinned post

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Stand Alone Pairings (Platonic)

IronDad & SpiderSon

Becoming Spider-Man T. Welcome to our intense daydream/series of loosely sequential one-shots about what would happen if Peter Parker were a trans guy, inspired by rileys_cosplay on TikTok. The initial chapter comes from an interpretation of one of their videos – hope you enjoy it! Trans!Peter Parker, 16 Chapters. Complete.

Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanoff

It's Gonna Be Alright Tonight M. Sentenced to four weeks at a 'summer camp' for juvenile delinquents, Bucky Barnes shouldn't have ended up here. What happened was an accident - but money talks. Natalia Romanova is surprised she's not in juvie. She doesn't regret what she did, and she'd do it again. Or: Two strangers spend a night in a tree, and Nat refuses to call Bucky by his name. CW: Mentions of house fire; injury and amputation; retelling of attempted CSA and murder; brief mentions of alcohol and drug use and driving while under the influence; internalised homophobia in another; homophobic parents (neither MC’s); brief mention of possession; child neglect; disowning of a child.

#fanfiction #mine #fandom: marvel #writers on tumblr #writing bingo #marvel fanfiction #platonic

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Stand Alone Pairings (Romantic)

Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff

Take My Hand. G. Natasha finally agrees to dance with Bucky. It only took most of a year. CW: brief mentions of past injury (ballet).

Tony Stark x [Other Character]

Tony vs God(s) E. What if… Fury never passed on Howard’s materials and gave Tony what he needed to save himself? Or: Tony Stark is not a man of faith, but desperation will make fools of us all. CW: Dying Tony, desperation, bargaining, smut.

Clint Barton x Matt Murdock

With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear E. Clint is set up on a blind date and it begins a series of events that will change the course of his life. Smutty and light-hearted. 24 Chapters. Complete.

#fanfiction #mine #fandom: marvel #writers on tumblr #writing bingo #marvel fanfiction #IronDeath #WinterWidow #Dumpsterbros #Clint x Matt

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Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark

Wet & (Emotionally) Messy E. After a tough mission, James finds Tony's vulnerable side. CW: Mentions of death of a peripheral character, mentions of violent altercation, smut. Mostly just smut. Anal fingering & anal intercourse, M/M oral, dom/sub dynamic, bratty submissive.

Say You're Sorry E. After months of apologetic pleading with no end in sight, Tony concocts a way for Bucky to earn his forgiveness - but it won't be easy. CW: Smut, punishment, mentions of murder and brainwashing, bad bdsm etiquette, punishment turns into sex. Loss of virginity. Kind of dub-con vibes? But not? The consent is very enthusiastic.

Stress Relief E. The two most perpetually pent-up Avengers have an agreement. CW: Smutty smutty smut, minor gunshot wound. Sensation play, wax play, BDSM. Transmasc Tony Stark.

#fanfiction #mine #fandom: marvel #writers on tumblr #writing bingo #rating: e #marvel fanfiction #Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark #WinterIron #trans tony stark #transmasc tony stark

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Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Nightmare E. Steve supports Bucky through his nightmares Post-HYDRA, and Bucky realises that his apartment is slowly filling up with Steve's things. CW: Smut, some angst.

Slam E. Following an injury in the field, Bucky goes to check on Steve in the infirmary and confesses his feelings and his fears. CW: Minor injury, smut, first time. Don’t forget to use lube, folks – unless you’re a super soldier. But They Were Roommates E. Tensions are high between roommates, tough jock and skinny nerd struggling to find a shared ground – until they find something they have in common, and Bucky does Steve a favour. CW: Prejudices of sex work, smut, loss of virginity, squirting. Wrap it before you tap it, folks.

#fanfiction #mine #fandom: marvel #writers on tumblr #writing bingo #marvel fanfiction #Stucky #Steve x Bucky

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SoldierBug (Bucky x Bug (ONBC)

Paws for Applause (Pluralpoly. Pet Shop AU. 6 Chapters, Rated M for chapter 6 onwards. In Progress.)

Near Misses and Nearly Missed (Soulmates AU. 2 Chapters, Rated E. Complete.)

Destiny Bond (Rated E, oneshot.)

Welcome Home, Soldier. (Rated E, oneshot.)

You Don't Know Me (Rated T, oneshot.)

#fanfiction #mine #fandom: marvel #writers on tumblr #writing bingo #marvel fanfiction #Bucky x Bug #bucky x original nonbinary character #Bucky x ONBC

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SnowSailor (Winter x Greg (Bucky x OMC))

The Real Winter Soldier (3 Parts, Rated E. Complete.)

On The Tide (12/12 Chapters, Rated E. Complete.)

Bind (Rated E, oneshot.)

The German and the American (Rated E, oneshot.)

#fanfiction #mine #fandom: marvel #writers on tumblr #writing bingo #rating: e #marvel fanfiction #Bucky Barnes #OMC #winter soldier #sergeant x lieutenant #Winter x Greg #snowsailor

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Multitudes Masterlist

Pre-Multi

Hail Hydra (Pre-Multitudes, Bucky Barnes Whump. Rated E. DD:DE.)

We Are More Than the Choices We Made (Pre-Multitudes, Pre-Clint/Nat. 3 Chapters, Rating updated to E. In Progress.)

Nat x Clint (Later polycule)

Multitudes (72 Chapters, 29 cross-posted so far. Rated E. DD:DE. Complete on AO3).

In the Dark of the Night (Bucky x Clint, One-Shot, Rated E.)

Chionophobia (Natasha& x Steve x Clint x Bucky&, One-Shot, Rated M.)

Tony x Stephen (IronSparkles!)

Magic and Madness (46 Chapters, 8 cross-posted so far. Runs alongside Multitudes. Rated E. DD:DE and fluff, somehow? Complete on AO3).

Bucky x Bug (SoldierBug)

When the Wolf Howls (& x &, pluralpoly. Norse Mythology AU. 7 Chapter, Rated M. Complete.)

#Multitudes #Masterlist #fanfiction #mine #fandom: marvel #writers on tumblr #rating: e #plurality #polyamory #pluralpoly #marvel fanfiction

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Multitudes - Chapter Twenty-Eight

Blood and Punishment...

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> An accident, and a second, lead to a relapse.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 4846.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ->(E) Nightmares, disorientation, accidental injury of another, anger, ultimatums, accidental self-injury, deliberate self-injury, shame, guilt. Mentions of Kink and Punishment (spanking).

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! The snazzy Black Widow divider comes from @/firefly-graphics and I love it <3 The Multitudes Universe one is our own!

<- Previous Chapter (27/72) Next Chapter (29/72) ->

I woke with a cry, fingers curling into the naked flesh of my arms, trembling.

It was a dream. I thought… I…

Something brushed my side, and I lashed out instinctively, fist colliding with skin with a satisfying thud.

A groan sounded nearby, and I dove toward it, hands searching.

They forgot to tie me up. I won’t let them make that mistake again.

My grip found throat, pressing and constricting as they trashed beneath me, a vicious snarl on my lips-

The room filled with light, my prey’s hand overhead, floundering for the switch of a lamp.

I glanced down, teeth still bared, then froze at Clint’s maroon face, bloodshot eyes wide with panic.

“Fuck,” I spat, releasing him and scrambling backwards, putting space between us instinctively, separating myself from the fear and fury I’d felt just seconds before.

My archer sat upright quickly, hands raised in defence. “Ashe? Can you hear me?” I nodded tersely, looking away in horrified shame.

“Are… Are you okay?”

I winced at the rasp in his voice, rough and unmistakable. “Are you?” He offered his arms to me, inching closer, but I bristled, backing up.

“No. Stay away. I…” I don’t want to hurt you.

He hesitated, contemplating his options briefly. “I… Ashe, you didn’t… Look, I’m okay, right? It was an accident. You didn’t mean to.”

“Does that matter?” I snapped, narrowed eyes cutting to his. “If I’d killed you? If you hadn’t reached the lamp in time, would it have made a difference, whether I meant to or not?”

I did mean to, though. I wanted to kill you. I wanted to make it end.

He flinched, dropping his gaze. “You didn’t, though. I’m fine.”

“What if it happens again?” I shook my head fiercely, running a frustrated hand through my hair. “I… I’m going to sleep in the guest room. I can’t… I…” I stood quickly, wrapping my robe around myself tightly, ashamed of my nakedness. Clint floundered, one hand extended toward me, but I shook my head. “Don’t. Please.”

“Ashe-”

“Clint, just… Don’t.”

~Nat~ I woke to swollen eyes and trembling hands, full of guilt after a sporadic night sleep spent twisting in the sheets.

I fucked up.

Ashe had swapped out not long after the incident, spending the time awake and crying, wracked with grief after telling me what happened. I winced sympathetically, staring at the ceiling.

“It could have been any of us,” I murmured softly. “It was an understandable reaction. I’m sure Clint doesn’t blame you.”

Isn’t that worse? If he doesn’t blame me, and none of us are safe, how are we supposed to share his bed?

We… Can’t, I realised distantly, tears pricking my eyes. We can’t risk hurting him again.

Exactly.

“Oh.”

The sun was inching above the horizon when there was a soft knock on the door, and I bolted upright in panic, palms sweating.

Is this where he gets rid of us?

No, he… Clint wouldn’t do that. ...Right? I mean… I don’t think so…

The door inched open, Clint’s face appearing with a weak smile. “Good morning, beautiful. I, uh…” he nudged the wood further, revealing a tray laden with food. “I made y’all breakfast. Like I promised.”

My face crumpled, and I bit back yet another sob. “Y-You didn’t have to do that.”

He laughed softly, moving closer slowly. “I wanted to. You could use a good meal, Nat. I think it’s the least I can do for you, after everything.”

I took in his high collar and the broken vessels in his eyes, the bruise already blooming across his cheekbone, wincing. “I… Thank you.”

He tenderly placed the tray across my lap, settling himself by my feet – mercifully with his own plate. The idea of him slaving away just for us was… Painful.

“So… How did you sleep?” he asked after a moment of terse silence, picking up a sausage with his fingers.

I cut into my egg carefully, tracking the yolk as it spilled. “Okay,” I lied, watching the curve of yellow follow the line of my toast. “You?”

“Not great.” I looked up in surprise, head cocked, and he offered me a weak smile. “It breaks my heart to hear you cry, you know. Especially when you won’t let me comfort you.”

I flinched, lowering my eyes once more. “I’m sorry. I… I’ll try and keep it down.”

He shook his head, one hand finding my calf through the sheets. “That’s not what I meant, Nat. I’d rather you didn’t have a reason to cry at all, not that you’d just do it quieter.”

“Why don’t you take out your hearing aids, if it bothers you?” I snapped, then felt my face pale. “I-I mean, I… Fuck, I’m sorry.”

He simply smiled, shaking his head once more. “I’d be lying if I’d said I hadn’t thought about it. But as much as I hated hearing you upset, I’d far rather know that be in blissful ignorance.”

I winced once more, jaw set. “…You know we can’t… Share a bed with you any more, right?”

Recoiling, his fingers curled in horror. “… What? I thought that was just… I thought it was only for the night.”

I shook my head fiercely, hands shaking. “We can’t risk hurting you, Clint. We… We’d rather spend every night alone.”

“And what about what I want?”

I couldn’t meet his gaze as I swallowed dryly, swallowing my juice in one long mouthful. “We won’t put you in danger, honey. This is the way it has to be, at least until we know we won’t hurt you.”

He pushed a hand through his hair, growling. “I won’t accept this.”

“You don’t have a choice.”

“You wanna bet? I’ll sleep on the goddamn floor if I need to. I’m not having a separate room to y’all. Haven’t I spent enough time without you? Haven’t they taken enough from us?” I glanced up at the venom in his voice, finding his eyes burning as they latched on mine. “I won’t do it. You can try all you want, Nat, but I will not let that happen. I’ll can’t.”

My gaze was steady as it met his, unwavering and unrelenting. “You do not have a choice, Clint. If you don’t respect our decision, we will go back to the compound to keep you safe.”

My archer hesitated before looking back at his food, spearing his bacon angrily. “Fine.”

Our breakfast passed in uneasy silence, his hands shaking with anger while my own trembled with grief.

He's really mad.

Yeah. But what else are we supposed to do?

I’d rather lose him than hurt him.

Exactly. Even… Even if this pushes him away, we can’t back down. Right?

Right.

I sighed in relief at the unanimous conclusion, staring vacantly out of the window at my shirtless fiancé furiously chopping an ever-growing pile of firewood, stopping intermittently to throw a stick for the unphased pup at his feet.

It wasn’t until I felt a sting in my palm that I looked down, surprised at the blood in the dishwater. Raising my hand free of the bubbles, I grimaced, staring at the line carved into my hand, the knife grasped in the opposite fingers.

… Don’t do it, Nat.

Please.

Get Lia out of here.

Nat-

Now. It isn’t a request, Ashe. Get her out.

Silence.

My sleeve rolled up of its own accord, my eyes pricked as they stayed locked on my future husband.

My hand was on his throat for twenty-three seconds.

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15.

The water in the sink got thicker, but I refused to look away.

16. 17. 18. 19.

The light around the edges of my eyes got darker, but I couldn’t look away.

20. 21.

The tunnel grew narrower, and I wasn’t able to look.

22...

I came to faced with a familiar ceiling and a familiar face, pale and smiling weakly.

“We have to stop seeing each other like this,” he murmured. I simply grunted and moved to sit up, glancing down in surprise at the tie around my wrist.

“Strange… What the fuck.”

“You’ve been deemed a risk to yourself.”

“And others?”

His brow furrowed in confusion as he frowned. “What? No. What?”

I shook my head bitterly, looking around a room I’d been tied down in once before, by the very same man. “Forget it. How did I get here?”

“Clint called me when he found you bleeding out on the kitchen floor. Portals are faster than ambulances, fortunately.”

I jerked against my restraints, growling. “Let me go.”

“You know I can’t do that. We only just got you back, Nat. What the hell were you thinking?” he snapped, his voice low and powerful. I flinched, grinding my teeth.

“I was thinking, ‘what’s the point’? I was thinking, ‘why did I bother coming back’? I was thinking, ‘what kind of monster can look at that beautiful man out there, the one who made us breakfast in bed, and is chopping firewood to keep us warm, and put their hands around his throat’? I was thinking that the world would be a better place without me in it,” I hissed, tugging again. “Now. Let. Me. Go.”

His face softened, and he shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault, Nat. Or Ashe’s, or Lia’s, or anyone’s. It was trauma, pure and simple.”

“Fuck that. I wasn’t under mind control, or possession, or… Anything like that. Our actions were our own, and we know that we’d do it again. That’s why we can’t be near him, not until we can do better.” I rolled my eyes, wriggling until the tie chafed my skin. “But I’m not going to kill myself, Stephen. I’m just trying to cope.”

He gestured at the stitches in my arm, his jaw hard. “This is coping?”

“Yes,” I snapped back, glaring before my own eyes looked down. “This is…”

… 18, 19, 20, 21. No. No, no, no.

There was a faint red line where the knife had pressed to my skin, for the twenty-second time, close to the mechanisms of my wrist. But there was no cut. No scar. No punishment. And no twenty-three.

No.

“Stephen, you have to let me go. Now.” He started to argue, but the desperation in my voice gave him pause. “Please- please, Dr. Strange. Please.”

“Why?” he prompted, sinking into the chair beside me as I tracked him with wild eyes.

“I-I can’t… I can’t explain. Please. Just… Just let me go. I need to go. It’s urgent.”

He watched me carefully, considering. “Are you going to hurt yourself?” I hesitated a second too long, and he sighed. “I can’t, Nat.”

“Fuck,” I hissed, dragging my hand harder against the tie, feeling my blood begin to lubricate the plastic. “Stephen, I swear to God, if you don’t let me go…” My hand slid free and I lunged for the other, fingers brushing the tie before the chord met my flesh and I screamed in hate and pain as it burnt, thrashing violently.

“So what, I can only hurt if you cause it, huh, Doc? Fucking sadist,” I spat, still tugging uselessly against the magic tie around my arm.

“You and Tony were made for each other.” 3. 4.

He simply watched me impassively as I struggled, not moving from his seat. “Tell me why, Nat.”

“There’s not enough, okay? There’s not enough. There’s supposed to be twenty-three, and there’s only twenty-one. There’s only twenty-one. There can’t- I can’t.” My voice was low and broken with shame, and I blink backed tears.

“Why twenty-three?”

“One for each second I stopped him breathing.”

Stephen winced, and I curled my nails into my palms. “He wouldn’t want that.”

“I don’t care. I do.” 5.

“What happens if you can’t?”

“I have to start over. From the beginning,” I quipped, eyes narrowing. “It would only be two more, but if you don’t let me go, you’ll be responsible for the other twenty-one.” 6.

It was a low blow, but again, he didn’t react, only meeting my gaze gently. “I can’t let you leave this room, Nat. You have to know that. You could go too far, or decide you deserve more. It could kill you.”

“Then don’t,” I spat, tugging once more. “Fucking lock me in and leave your scalpel on the table. I don’t give a shit, I’ll do it here.”

“And when I come back to find you’ve cut your throat?”

I rolled my eyes at his theatrics, unimpressed. “I’ve told you already. I’m not going to kill myself. Now let me loose, for fuck’s sake. Just let me go and get out.”

He shook his head slowly, eyeing the desperation on my face as he stood, moving to the surgical tray, the tremor in his hands evident. “I can’t leave you. Not like this.”

I swallowed dryly, my skin itching. “Fine. Then you do it.”

He laughed weakly, shaking his head again. “I… Could never.”

Throwing my head back, I groaned through my teeth. “Stephen…”

The chord around my wrist released, and I bolted upright, eyeing the doctor stood over me, scalpel in hand. “If you’re that… Inclined, to do this? I can’t stop you. Not without risking more damage. But I won’t leave. And when you’re done, I’m stitching you up. Are we clear?”

I hesitated only briefly, the idea of the wizard’s gaze on me while I hurt myself not one that could sit comfortably within me, but I nodded. “Fine. Do you have to watch?”

“Will you tell me immediately if you hit an artery? Can I trust you not to lose control?” I hesitated again, a fraction too long, and he laughed humourlessly. “Then yes, I guess I do.”

I snarled viciously as I extended my hand. “Give me the scalpel, Stephen. I hope you enjoy the show.” 7.

He flinched, and a pang of guilt resonated distantly in my chest.

He's doing this for me – why am I being such an asshole?

“Just two, right?”

“Seven.”

The word left my mouth before I could stop it, and we winced in unison. “Why?”

I drew my free hand back, raising five fingers for the five additions, dropping one with each point. “Calling you a sadist. Comparing you to Tony. Saying I don’t care about Clint. Saying you’d be responsible for me starting over. Telling you to enjoy the show.”

He recoiled visibly, and I dropped my gaze in shame. “You… You know I don’t want that, right?”

“I know.”

“Is there any way I can stop you?”

“No. But if I finish the job now, at least you’ll know I’m safe, rather than waiting until I’m alone.”

It was a desperate tactic, one borne from the burningitchingaching of my skin, but he nodded reluctantly, dropping back into his seat with a sigh as he severed the other tie, turning the handle of the blade to me.

“Fine. But you’re staying right there, and you’re not to move, or I’ll stop this. If you’re getting reckless, I’ll stop this. If you do anything – anything – that makes me doubt your safety – relatively speaking – I’ll stop this.”

I nodded sullenly, running my trembling finger along the cool metal. “I know the new rules, and I will obey them, but that doesn’t mean I don’t hate you.”

“I know, Nat. If it helps, I currently hate me, too.”

I could feel his eyes on me, pitying and sorry, as the blade pressed to my skin, hands steady at last.

1. 2.

I let out a sigh, closing my eyes briefly, satisfied at the blood pouring in rivulets down my flesh. I heard him curse, and opened my lids to look at the sick bowl beneath my wrist. We exchanged a look, and he offered me a weak, nauseated smile.

3. 4. 5. 6.

I saw him wince each time, but the pleasure in my open veins gave me little room to care.

Clint.

His face flashed before my eyes, the defeat when I’d told him I wouldn’t share his bed, and threatened to leave. The anger in his tense muscles as he slammed the axe over and over into the wood, jaw set, frustration evident in each swing.

My gaze landed on the artery on the outside of my wrist, and I resisted the urge to smile.

At least I know I’m safe… If there was ever a time to push it, it’s now.

I twisted my wrist as I jerked the blade across my skin.

I couldn’t help it; I screamed.

Everything above the incision was on fire as my blood spurted, spasming madly and convulsing in agony.

Stephen’s fingers wrapped around my other hand, shaking the scalpel free and pressing it firmly to the wound. “You stupid, stupid girl,” he hissed as his trembling fingers frantically threaded a needle. “You know anatomy. Why would you do that?” 1.

“I slipped. It was an accident,” I offered weakly, red coating my arm quickly.

He turned back to me with a hard expression on his face, gesturing my grip away and pulling my arm closer. “Don’t give me that. You took advantage of having a doctor on hand, and you aimed for the artery. Your accident was forgetting that the ulnar nerve sits directly beside it.” The needle dipped inside the chasm in my arm, and I winced. “You’ll be lucky if you don’t have permenant damage. You see this?” he added, raising one shaking hand. “This is what happens when you fuck with your nerves. You damn fool.” 2.

“I-”

“Shut up,” he snapped, lowering his head, “and let me focus.” 3.

I picked at the skin around my thumbnail while Stephen washed his hands, the room heavy with silence.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, eyes low as he turned.

He sighed as he moved to sit beside me, fingers finding mine, squeezing experimentally. “Can you feel that?”

Nod.

“Squeeze back. Gently- don’t tear your stitches.”

I obliged softly, a tingle of discomfort spreading up my arm. “Feels weird.”

“Maybe, but it works. That’s the most important thing. Everything else can come later.” He sighed again, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have let you do that.”

“I-”

“I know, I know, you would have done it anyway. But there are safer spots.” He pushed his fingers through his hair, looking broken and worn.

“… I’m sorry. Thank you, Stephen. I… I really appreciate what you did. I’m sorry I took advantage,” I murmured, looking away. “…Where’s Clint?” I asked eventually, panic boiling in my chest. Has he gotten sick of me already? Who could blame him – he didn’t ask for this. He thought it was over and we could live in peace. But we’ve been home for a day and we’ve already fucked up again.

“Talking to Luna.”

I blinked blankly, then started. “My therapist? Why?” I prompted when he nodded.

“Nat, it’s the second time he’s found you bleeding and seemingly lifeless. He’s a little messed up. And he blames himself – for the whole nightmare thing, and for pushing it. He needed someone to talk to, and advice.”

I winced, glancing at my bandaged forearm guiltily. 4. “I… I don’t know how to be anything else, Stephen.”

He pressed a hand to his forehead, sighing sadly. “I know, Nat. And we all want to help. But this is the second time, and if-” when “there’s a third, we may not be so lucky.”

“So help me.”

He met my gaze in surprise, brow furrowed. “That’s what I’m trying to do, but I don’t know what more I can-”

“You can be with me when I do it. You can make sure he never has to find me bleeding out again.”

It took over twenty minutes for him to say anything.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Of course.”

“Are you going to stop?”

“…No.”

“… When?” he murmured, raising his head from his hands to meet my gaze.

“Probably at least weekly. Maybe more, depending on how high the number gets,” I muttered shamefully.

“Number?” I nodded, and he sighed. “What are you on?”

“Four.”

“Already?”

“Yes.”

He stared at me blankly, the light in his gaze turning detatched and cold. “I won’t, Nat. I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay, Dr. Strange. I appreciate you considering it,” I replied easily, shuffling further upright. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll try to stay out of your hair, I promise.”

His eyes widened in alarm, hands coming up in protest. “That’s not-”

The door creaked open and we looked around, finding Clint stood with three coffees balanced precariously. “… Hey. Sorry I’m late.” He moved to my side, distributing the mugs with a weak smile, and Stephen nodded his thanks. “So, Doc? When can we go home?” Strange considered me steadily, my eyes widening infinitesimally, pleading silently. Don’t. Please. Please. “As soon as you want. The stitches will hold, and her bloods are fine. No need to stay longer than necessary.”

I smiled with relief, but he didn’t share the gesture, simply draining his mug silently.

“You’ll want a trip home, I assume?” he clarified when his cup was empty, the space between filled with heavy silences and Clint’s suspicious glances.

“So... What happened?” my archer murmured into my hair, pulling me into his side as we dropped onto the sofa. I shrugged, raising my hand to show the shallow cut on my palm.

“It started as an accident. But then I just... Couldn’t stop.”

He winced and sighed, lips brushing my temple. “Oh, love... I wish you’d come to me.” When I simply shrugged, he held me closer. “... I spoke to Luna.”

“Yeah, Strange mentioned when I asked where you were.”

I felt him freeze guiltily, and my lungs burned with remorse. 5. “I’m sorry, hon. I hoped to be back before you woke up.”

I shook my head as I nuzzled closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his throat. “You have nothing to apologise for. I love that you want to help.”

He purred softly, leaning into my touch. “Always, Nat. She... Basically told me off,” he added, an embarrassed flush rising on his neck as he chuckled. “I shouldn’t have forced you into an ultimatum. That was shitty of me, and I’m sorry.”

Oof. 6.

“You can take all the time you need, my love. I’d wait forever for you. I love you.” He pressed his forehead to mine, and I offered him a weak, tender smile.

“I love you too, Clint.”

By the end of the day, I was resting firmly on 11, trying my best to be good but failing repeatedly. We lingered awkwardly in the hallway, eyes on one another as he cleared his throat uncertainly.

“I, um... Goodnight, then,” he offered, leaning forward to press his lips gently to my cheek. “I love you.”

I watched the tense muscles in his shoulders as he turned, and I winced.

Ashe, I’m sorry. I’m weak.

12.

“Clint?”

He turned hesitantly, eyes finding mine with a gentle spark of hope. “Hm?”

I sighed, extending my hand to him. “Can we sleep with a light on?”

He grinned, wrapping his fingers with mine and pulling me against his body firmly. “Of course, Little Spider. Whatever you need.”

Leading the way into the bedroom, his shirt came over his head, and I bit my lip as I took in his carved muscles.

Beautiful.

But when he turned to me, I shook my head, stepping back, pulling the long sleeves lower on my hands. “I-I can’t. Please.”

He simply nodded sympathetically, gaze full of understanding and love. “That’s more than fine, hon.”

13. I’m such a piece of shit.

His fingers found his belt, and he glanced at me for affirmation, waiting until I nodded to undo it and drop his pants, leaving his boxers on as he climbed into bed, parting the sheets for me. “C’mere, my Little Spider. I’ve got you.”

Crawling in beside him, I let out a soft sigh, nuzzling against his chest. “... I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be... Well, like this.”

He laughed shortly, shaking his head. “Nat, my heart. It goes without saying that I don’t love when you hurt yourself. But I love you. So it’s hard for me, but it doesn’t mean I love you any less. It never will.”

I winced, dropping my eyes. “... There’s something I should tell you.”

“... I don’t know what to do with that.”

My face flamed as I looked down at the rapid stitches on my inner wrist, rushed and imperfect, done amongst agony and blood. “I know. I just... I-I can’t escape this... This need. For punishment. For retribution. I even...” I gritted my teeth, fingers clenching in the sheets. “I asked Stephen if it could become a regular thing. He said no,” I added as his eyes flashed in alarm. “But... Unless something changes, I can’t see another ending except ones like today. And I… I really, really don’t want to do that to you.”

“What about to you?” he replied softly, his gaze on my arms. “How does it not… How can doing this to yourself feel… Okay?”

I hesitated briefly, considering the question. “I… Have always been punished for my failures. It feels more okay than not knowing where I’ve gone wrong – than not being corrected.”

There are other ways to be corrected, Nat. Why do you think I’ve been so interested in submission?

I blinked, almost looking around in my surprise. I-I… I never knew. I just thought… It was, y’know, what you liked.

You never asked.

No.

Maybe you should have. I’d have told you that, yes – I do like it. But I also like the punishment.

… Yeah. Maybe I should have, I agreed, glancing down at my stitches once more.

I tried to tell you earlier, but-

I got you taken away, I realised with a jolt, feeling nauseous. When you were just trying to protect me. Again.

Yeah.

I’m sorry…

I know, Nat. I’m sorry too.

Clint was waiting patiently, watching the miniscule expressions on my face with interest. “Everything okay?”

I nodded slowly, uncertainty. “I… Ashe was raising an interesting point.”

“Oh? What did they say?”

“That there are other ways to be corrected,” I admitted at a whisper.

He laughed, but when I made no sound in response, he tipped my chin up to meet my eyes.

“I thought you were more… top than bottom.”

My cheeks flamed as I stared into his cerulean depths. “I am. But… I think I’d try anything at this point to avoid hurting you.”

He winced, jaw setting. “What would you… I don’t think I could… I couldn’t cut you, Nat. I-”

“No, no!” I interjected, hands raised in humiliation. “God, no. I wouldn’t… I could never ask that of you.” I hummed, reaching tentatively for him, stroking my fingertips over his palm. “I-I’m, um… I’m less… Tough, than Ashe. This would be fine, I think. Just maybe not as hard,” I added, laughing uncertainly.

His eyebrow quirked, his face a mask of emotionlessness. “So, what? Y’all come to me at the end of the day, give me a number, and I… Correct you?” I flushed as I nodded, shamed. “I can’t… I’ll need reasons. Not just a number. I won’t do this if I think you’re just…”

“Okay,” I agreed quietly, nodding. “Reasons. I can do that.” I’ll learn better than way. A calm quiet settled in my chest, and for the first time since Stephen handed me the scalpel, I could breathe easily again.

He'd better not stop doing it for fun, though. I snorted, and he cocked his head curiously. “Ashe wants to make sure you’ll still do it for their pleasure, too.”

His lips tugged in a light smile, shaking his head. “Oh, I’m aware of Ashe’s pleasure, don’t you worry. They’ll still get what they want.” His lips brushed my forehead lightly, and he drew back, humour finally dancing in his gaze. “Hey, does this go both ways? Because you’re honestly getting me a little curious. And besides, didn’t you say something about being interested in my ‘soldier’s ass’, once upon a time?”

I grinned at the memory of his silence, followed by the hitch in his voice and the flush in his face as he stammered. “I believe I did,” I purred, hand skimming his side lightly, coming to rest on his hip. He swallowed dryly, and I smirked. “Oh, my Little Hawk. Do I scare you?”

He growled as he pulled me closer, his mouth finding mine gently. “You terrify me, hon. In all the best ways.”

I laughed, head tipping back with a sigh as his lips found my throat. “Easy, big boy. I think we’re both worn out enough for today.” Hesitating briefly, I bit my lip. “I… I’ll hold my list. Can we… Start in the morning?” I prompted, blushing wildly. He smirked, kissing my cheek gently.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Sounds good.”

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Multitudes - Chapter Twenty-Seven

... And a Free New Year.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Questions are answered, and Natasha gets their first mission.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 6390.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ->(E) CW: seduction for information, implied and referenced SA, threats, knives, GSW, injury detail, threat to life. Also, smut.

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! The snazzy Black Widow divider comes from @/firefly-graphics and I love it <3 The Multitudes Universe one is our own!

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“Natalia, wake up and get dressed. You have a job to do.”

The black suit hit my bare chest like a whip, but I moved without a sound. It’d been many months since I’d worn my old suit, and even longer since I wore one of theirs – but the leather fit like a glove, sliding effortlessly on to my now-slender figure, form fitting and seductive.

“What’s the mark?” I murmured, tying my hair up.

“Just a John Doe. But he may have information about the whereabouts of Tony Stark – information you are going to extract.” Somewhere, in the distant recesses of my mind, the name rang a bell, but it was one I didn’t care enough to inspect.

“Location?”

She laughed humourlessly, shaking her head. “Oh, Natalia. Not yet. You can leave soon, but not yet. You are not yet good enough – not yet trusted enough. No… This one has been brought to you. 7E.” Her fingers gripped my jaw tight, pulling my gaze to hers. “Do not mess this up, Natalia.”

I nodded once, my eyes steady. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Seduce first, remember. Good girl.”

I smiled at the praise, standing taller. “Yes, ma’am.”

The room was the same one I’d been Broken in, I noted distantly. Not that it mattered, I supposed. I was grateful for what I had endured. It made me better.

He was chained to the table by his hands, looking up through one eye as I entered the room, the other violently swollen shut, tape over his mouth.

Good. I like it better when they couldn’t speak. Their pleas are exhausting.

I purred as I sat on the table beside him, one leg crossing casually over the other. “I know, honey. It sucks to be here, doesn’t it? But we can make this all go away, if you just give us what we want.” He murmured through his gag, and my fingertips found the edge tape. “Are you going to tell me where we can find Tony Stark?” More murmuring, and I smiled politely. “A nod or a shake, baby.”

Hesitatingly, he shook his head, and I sighed lightly, slinging a leg over his hips. “I’m sure I can get you to sing your secrets before I’m through with you,” I breathed, lips brushing the skin of his neck lightly. He trembled under my touch, and I smirked.

I’ve still got it.

I rolled my hips against his, and he let out a weak, stuttered groan, wriggling desperately in an attempt to buck me off. “Sh, sh… It’s okay, honey. I’m going to make you feel so good. I promise.”

My fingers slid under his shirt, and I frowned infinitesimally against his throat, sliding it up and over his head for a better view.

I brushed a fingertip around the bag at his waist, smiling weakly. “You know, I think I once knew someone with one of these… I can’t… I’m not sure.” I hummed thoughtfully, leaning forward to continue my hot, wet trail down his throat, determined to draw the information from his lips with only my own.

My teeth caught on a chain resting across his collarbone, and I drew back, hands coming back up from where they were deftly undoing his belt, intending to take it off.

My fingers stilled when my eyes locked on the ring hanging from his neck. Green sapphire and glittering diamond, embedded in three interwoven strands of silver in a delicate design, resting on an arrow incorporated into the thin chain. I touched it gently, my hands shaking slightly as my gaze cut up to his.

Stronger. Faster. Harder. Thinner.

“I know this,” I whispered, my voice hard. “Where did you get this? Who are you?”

His eye glistened desperately, mumbling through the tape once more, until I rolled my eyes and ripped it off. “Don’t waste my time with begging,” I snarled, one hand finding his throat warningly. “I do not excel at patience.”

“Natasha…”

“Natalia,” I corrected, baring my teeth fiercely. “Now speak.”

He watched me carefully, brow furrowed. “Not Lia, no, no… Not Nat, either. Which means…”

I scowled at these ridiculous nicknames, nails digging into his flesh. “Enough. Tell me where Stark is, and where you got that ring.”

“It’s yours.”

I sighed, shaking my head, squeezing harder. “Try again.”

“It’s yours, Ashe,” he rasped, eyes rolling as he fought for breath.

“Just like my tattoo, my home, and my heart.”

My grip released infinitesimally – just enough that I could reach into my boot for my knife, pressing the tip against the hollow of his throat. “I don’t know you.”

“The day we got engaged, I promised to be yours, until the day I die.” He swallowed dryly, and leant forward, his blue eyes on mine unerringly as blood pooled around the end of my knife. “If that’s today, I’m okay with that. I’m still yours. And I’d rather die with you than without.” I hesitated before growling, fingers tightening around the hilt, and he smiled weakly. “I love you endlessly, Ashe. My Widow.

My Widow.

The fog cleared from behind my eyes, just for a second – but it was enough. It was blessedly, mercifully, enough. My fingers released the knife as my arms found their way around him, gasping for breath as I grasped at him desperately. “Clint, Clint, Clint, fuck…”

He buried his face in my neck and sobbed, staining my skin with his tears. “Ashe.” He sniffed, pulling back quickly. “We need to get out of here… Now.”

I shook my head as I stood, eyes darting nervously. There’s no glass, but that doesn’t mean they can’t see us. “This is a test, don’t you see? If we leave, they kill us both. Just- just tell me what I need to know, and we can both make it out of here. You can go home. Safe.”

His mouth moved wordlessly, and he blinked. “I’m not going anywhere without you.”

I snarled, dragging a hand through my hair. “Don’t you get it? I’m not going! I belong here, Clint. This is where I am supposed to be.” “But-”

“мне там не место,” I snarled, the Russian flowing easily from my lips. (I don't belong there.)

“You do belong there. You belong with me, Ashe.”

“Они сделали меня сильным!” (They made me strong!)

“They made you broken,” Clint retorted, his eyes scanning the length of my body, “not strong.”

My lips flickered at the edge, the faintest ghost of an argument we’d had before he even knew I existed.

“Tell me where he is, Clint. Please. Then you can go. I… I don’t want to have to hurt you. I don’t want to have to… They’ll make me try and get it out of you the other way first. Please, please don’t make me do that. Just tell me what I need to know.” My voice was flat and emotionless as I bent to pick up my dropped knife, sliding it into my waistband.

“How are the others?” he asked softly as I moved closer.

“Others?” I frowned, mind straining. “Oh… Oh yes. They are gone. They’ve been gone for a long time now. There is only me.”

He recoiled violently – the first thing I’d said that he reacted to. “No.”

I nodded sharply, rolling my jaw. “Just tell me, Clint.”

“I’m not leaving here without you.”

“I’ll have to fuck you.”

“I don’t care.”

“I’ll have to kill you.”

“I don’t care.”

“Clint…”

“Don’t you remember what I said, Ashe? ‘I realised then that life is just too damn short, and I never wanted happiness if it wasn’t with you’. Well, I meant it. If this is where your journey ends… Well, that’s fine. But mine ends here, too.”

“Then you’re a fucking fool, Barton,” I snarled, dragging my knife back out and putting it to his throat once more. He smiled softly, eyes closing peacefully.

“Maybe. But I am, and always will be, your fool, Ashe. Yours, Lia’s, and Nat’s. I love y’all.”

His head tipped back, and I took a breath.

“You got rid of me. Why are you doing this? Can’t you just let me be?”

He blinked his lids open, startled. “What? I-I didn’t… I would never. What are you talking about?”

“They told me,” I growled, slamming the knife into the table between his arms, making him swallow nervously. “They told me you sold me out. Like they said… How else would they find me, after all this time?”

He blinked slowly, stunned. “… You don’t know.”

“Know what?” I spat, bristling.

“The video. The one from Bucky’s suit. It was posted online. There was a break-in at the compound the day you went missing, Ashe. Your file was the only thing that was taken – by a woman in a black suit.” He watched me softly, shaking his head. “You’ve spent all this time thinking I did that to you?”

I floundered uselessly, hands gesturing at nothing. “What else was I supposed to think? I-I didn’t… I had no idea. I thought that threat was over. They… They were so convincing. And then you didn’t come, and it got easier and easier to believe…”

“Ashe, we need to get the fuck out of here, okay? Now. Please, babygirl, my Little Widow. Please.” He pulled uselessly against his binds, and I hesitated only once more before grasping the hilt of my knife, severing the ties.

“Can you walk?”

I winced at the screams as we crept through the halls, fingers curling into fists. “I hate that I’m leaving here again without doing anything to stop this.”

His hand found my back gently, and I flinched away instinctively, skin burning with expectant pain. He frowned, but didn’t comment, simply nodding his understanding. “We’ll come back, Ashe. We’re going to make this end.”

We were lucky, for most of it. It wasn’t until we were out on the walkways that the gunfire started.

He wrapped his fingers through mine as he swore, ducking out of sight. “Weapons?”

“Just my knife.”

“Fuck,” he spat, glancing around the corner. “Okay. Second left. Steve’s waiting in the quinjet. The second your feet hit the ramp, you tell him to go.”

“Clint-”

His lips crushed against mine, desperate and passionate. “No arguments, love. Now… Go!”

I darted away obediently, arms over my head in a protective, futile motion as I sprinted. The bullets rattled the metal beneath my feet, and I let out a hiss as one skimmed my side, tearing through the skin in a burning, but mercifully shallow, trail.

“Cap! Let’s get out of here!” I hollered as my feet hit the ramp, exactly as directed. I turned desperately, but Clint was nowhere to be seen.

No. No, no, no. C’mon, Clint – you can’t do this to me. Please.

The jet started to drop slowly, and I sobbed, clinging to the side of the door. “C’mon, little Hawk. Please. I need you. I need you. I need-”

I need you.

…You’re back.

We never left, you idiot.

We couldn’t leave you like that.

I just wanted to protect you.

We’re a team, Ashe.

From now on, we do everything together. Okay?

I smiled weakly, my eyes still scanning the walkways as they began to raise out of sight. “Understood.”

The jet began to turn, and I sunk my fingers into the metal, straining desperately.

“CLINT!”

~Nat~ His body rolled from the edge of the walkway, and I lunged down the slope, muscles screaming as my fingers caught a centimetre from the edge, grasping desperately for his lifeless form as it dropped past the ramp.

I cried out in pain as I dragged him up by his wrist, badly-healed arm protesting his weight until I hoisted him aboard, fingers finding his underarms as I half-carried him inside.

He was breathing, eyes flickering as he groaned, bleeding profusely from a wound in his leg.

“Steve, now!”

A split second later he was in the doorway, taking in the situation quickly and grabbing a med bag from under a seat, sliding it to me.

My fingers shook as I fumbled, pulling out our only spare Kimoyo Bead and pushing it into his wound, taking a deep, stuttering breath as he sighed, stilling peacefully. “He’ll be okay – for now. Let’s get him to Wakanda; Shuri will know what to do.”

Steve hesitated before his gentle hand found my shoulder, squeezing softly. “You got it, Nat.”

He headed back to the cockpit, and I dragged my unconscious fiancé’s head into my lap, leading back against the wall as the sobs started.

The tears were still flowing thick and fast as we stood in Shuri’s lab, despite her irate murmurs that I was ‘mildly distracting’. Cap tried to keep me occupied, asking T’Challa about the weaponry and armour, humming with interest.

“Hey, Nat – you could do with one of these suits, huh?”

I ignored his latest inane questioning, wandering once more to where the young Princess was working on my archer, hovering nervously. She sighed, looking up. “Why do you keep bringing me broken white boys to fix?”

I smiled tersely, not eager to annoy her further. “Sorry.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “I’m kidding, Nat.” She nodded her head at my lover, swiping away the display hanging over him. “I fixed him up. He’ll be fine after a few hours’ sleep. Oh-” she raised his shirt gently, revealing his stoma bag. “This. I could probably fix this too, with a little time.”

I hesitated, gazing at my fiancé’s face uncertainly. “I… I don’t want to make that choice.” I murmured. While I knew Clint had his issues with the bag, he also constantly commended that it saved his life and kept him with me, and I had no right to assume his wishes.

She nodded her understanding, delicately folding his clothes back down. “I’ve also been working with a prototype Kimoyo that can be implanted behind the ear – one of our Dora Milaje lost her hearing. It’s… Similar to your world’s cochlear implantation. But, you know… Better.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I can answer that one,” I chuckled, moving closer to wrap my future husband’s talented, expressive, beautiful fingers with my own. “Not a chance.”

By the time Clint woke up in the early hours of the morning, I’d fallen asleep with my head in his hand. Purring, I leant into the fingers caressing my hair briefly, before my eyes shot open.

His gaze met mine, and he smiled weakly. “Why is it that every time I kiss you on a mission, I get shot?”

I laughed as I sobbed, gesturing to the roughly sutured wound in my side, performed one handedly with a blunt needle and string as I’d caressed his hair on the flight. “I could say the same, you goddamn idiot.”

He smirked, his free hand reaching for me, pulling me closer by the back of my neck as soon as I was in range. “Oh, Nat. I missed you. I missed you so much. When Ashe said you and Lia were gone, I…”

I chuckled, pressing my forehead to his. “We never went anywhere. We just stayed quiet. We… We couldn’t make them go through that alone.”

Idiots.

“I never let you go, you know,” he whispered, lips touching mine. “I-I couldn’t, I wouldn’t…”

“I know,” I breathed back, swiping away my tears. “But Clint, we… We did some horrible things. Things we should never be forgiven for.

He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Remember who you’re talking to, my love. And remember where you were. I’m sure anything you did was outside of your control.”

I winced, remembering the girl with the broken jaw and the blood speading across her skin. “We should have let them kill us instead.”

He growled, fingers tightening on the nape of my neck. “Nat, you listen to me. You were in an impossible situation, where you were, quite literally, fighting for your life. Your sins are no more your own than mine were when Loki controlled me. You had no choice.” I nodded reluctantly, and he sighed, groaning as he pushed himself upright. “I know you don’t believe me. But I’m going to tell y’all every day until you do.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” I noted, spying the slight bulge of his bag through his shirt. “Shuri… She thinks she can fix your stoma. If you want it. I… I didn’t want to make the choice for you, not if I wasn’t absolutely certain.”

He glanced down, humming thoughtfully. “…You know what? I think I’m okay. This little bag is the reason I’m alive after saving your life. Why would I ever choose to get rid of that?”

I laughed, kissing his hair. “You’re such a sap. I love you.” He grinned cheekily, and I smirked. “She also discussed a Kimoyo equivalent to a cochlear implant-”

“Not a chance.”

That’s exactly what I said, I replied with a snort.

“You’re awake, huh? It’s about time, Barton.”

We glanced behind me in unison, finding a grinning Steve approaching, his hand finding my fiancé’s happily in a firm shake. “I’m glad to see you up and about.”

He laughed softly, rolling his shoulders. “Glad to be up and about. When I rolled off that walkway, I thought I was done for. I can’t wait to get home, and-” He interrupted himself with a frown, glancing at me. “I… Guess we can’t go home, huh? It’s… They know where it is.”

Cap scratched his neck, glancing between us. “About that.”

My stomach dropped, and I winced. “What now?”

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “It’s good news. After I saw you – what they’d done to you – I… I got in touch with the team. The Red Room hit the ground about an hour ago. All Widows extracted – alive. It turns out they were using a mild dose of the same serum that was used on Bucky. He’s actually the one who told us how to neutralise it,” he added, smiling softly. “It was being pumped into the air in the Room. You’re lucky you only had a few week’s exposure… Or we probably wouldn’t be sat here. Even so, I imagine denying orders so you could free Clint was… Difficult.”

I winced as I remembered how easily we’d obeyed, how simple it had been to just do what was asked of us.

I remembered the crack of the girl’s jaw, and the crack of the young woman’s neck.

I remembered how hard Ashe had to fight not to hurt Clint.

“Yeah… It… Wasn’t easy.”

“See?” Clint murmured, nudging me lightly. “We’re more alike than you think.”

I offered him a weak smile, still unconvinced, before turning back to Steve. “And the Widows? What happens to them now?”

He sighed, pushing a hand through his hair. “The younger ones are just happy to be free. They’ll be placed in families – people in the know – if their own aren’t around anymore. The older ones… They’ll be monitored for a few years, offered help if they want it. There… There may be a few that need to be neutralised, but we hope not. We’re trying to remain optimistic – quite a few of them have already requested deprogramming.” He grinned reassuringly, touching my shoulder lightly. “It’s good news, Nat. It’s over. You and Clint can finally start your life together.”

“Oh, that reminds me,” my archer murmured, drawing my gaze back to him as he reached around his neck, eyes widening in panic when he found the thin chain missing. I laughed, pulling down my collar and raising my left hand with a grin.

“I’d been without these for too long; I wasn’t waiting until you decided to wake up, honey.”

The house was exactly the same as I left it – minus the bouncing redhead on the porch. That was new.

The second I stepped from the quinjet, she hurtled herself at me, squealing with excitement. “I couldn’t believe it when they said they’d found y’all – and Clint was shot? Why is he always being shot? Goddammit, Clint, you’re supposed to avoid the bullets, you’d think you’d have learnt that after last time. Nat, it feels like it’s been forever; Vision and I looked after the place, and Arrow, while y’all were gone, and Clint was running all over the world looking for you, and-”

“Easy, Wanda. Take a breath,” I laughed, before my head cocked in confusion. Clint ran all over the world looking for us? “’Arrow’?”

She bit her lip, wincing. “Ah. He didn’t tell you?”

Clint moved to stand by my side, arm finding my waist with a light sigh. “No… ‘He’ hadn’t.”

“… Oops?”

He kissed my hair gently, turning me to face him with a brief, playful glare at our friend. “So… Remember how I had to go somewhere, that… That day?”

I nodded, eyebrow raised suspiciously. “Mhmm…?”

He half-grinned, shrugging a shoulder. “Well… I was getting your Christmas present.”

I laughed, butting my head against his arm. “It’s not even December anymore.”

Wanda raised her hand, leaning forward. “Actually, it is. For another… Twenty-three minutes,” she added, glancing at her watch.

I waved her off, rolling my eyes playfully. “Either way, Christmas has passed. And we didn’t get you anything.”

“You came home. That’s enough.”

“You rescued us.”

He sighed heavily, groaning, head tipping back in frustration. “My God, you’re infuriating. I missed you so much. Look, it’s kind of for both of us, okay? And I can’t exactly return it. Wanda?”

We turned to our friend, and she nodded, hands glowing ominously in the dimness, otherwise illuminated only by the lights from the house. The front door creaked open, and Vision inched outside, almost stumbling as a yellow streak shot through his legs.

Oh…

My…

GOD I NEED TO PET I WANT TO PET LET ME-

~Lia~ “-pet!” I squealed, opening my arms towards the dog loping across the grass towards us, tongue lolling happily and flapping as he ran.

I buried my face in the fur as he landed atop me, licking enthusiastically, giving little regard to the air knocked from my lungs, the pain where I'd been shot, or the laughter echoing from both in and outside my head.

I stood with the wriggling retriever shuffling in my grasp, desperately trying to chew on my hair as I sobbed. “I love him.”

Clint laughed, leaning forward to rub his head fondly. “This little guy is Arrow. I know y’all like shepherds, but… His name is Arrow. It was fate.” He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Of course, if you still think I should return him…” He offered his arms to me, and I stepped back, growling.

“No. Mine. If you take this dog, you take me with him.” My eyes widened in alarm, and I winced. “I-I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry. Here, you can have him, it’s okay, I don’t mind.” My arms shook as I held out the puppy apologetically, fighting back tears.

Clint and Wanda exchanged a look, chuckling. “Lia,” they agreed in unison, and I cocked my head.

“Yes?”

He simply smiled, moving to press a kiss to my forehead. “Nothing. Hi. I missed you, Little One. And don’t worry – you get to keep the dog,” he added, smiling affectionately. I squealed quietly, burying my face in his fur once more.

“Ooh, you’re so cute! How are you so cute?! Look at those big old feet – and that sweet little face! You’re gonna sleep with me, yes you are.”

“Have I just been replaced?” Clint mused with a grin, and Wanda laughed, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Welcome to Fatherhood, Clint. You’ll always be second-best from here on out.”

Vision approached at last, offering me a warm smile. “Lia, yes? Well, I am glad to see you again. All of you,” he added considerately. I beamed and nodded shyly, offering him a small wave.

“Hi.”

“We’ll get out of your hair,” Wanda interjected, nodding at the waiting quinjet. “I imagine you can’t wait to unwind. Welcome home, Natasha,” she whispered, moving to kiss my temple lightly. “And I haven’t forgotten y’all still owe me a shopping trip.”

~Natasha~ We collapsed against the bed with a sigh and a groan, revelling in the scent of him as we gazed at the open beams of the ceiling, freshly showered and wrapped in a fluffy dressing gown we had a suspicion belonged to Wanda.

“We never thought we’d be here again,” we murmured, still somewhat in disbelief, petting Arrow’s fur gently as he snuffled unconsciously. Apparently he was a delight – true to the breed, Wanda had assured us he’d been no bother, content to play or rest as the tone dictated.

Clint’s arms snaked around our body tenderly, pulling us close against our side. “God, love… You’re so skinny. I… I hope this doesn’t…”

We shook our head softly, smiling weakly. “Do you know what a great start to the New Year would be?” When cocked his head curiously, we nuzzled into his throat.

You.

ASHE.

Sorry… I mean, I’m not. But sorry.

“Breakfast in bed. A big one.”

He laughed, lips touching our hair gently. “I’m sure I can do that, honey.”

We purred, shifting closer, fingers caressing his chest lightly.

Please?

He doesn’t know. The things we did. The things that were done to us.

So… Let’s tell him.

He probably suspects.

We sighed, tipping our head up to meet him. “Clint… There’s some stuff we should tell you.”

“… and we found ourselves looking forward to it. Not because… We didn’t enjoy it. We didn’t want it. It just- we hurt so much, and there was no escape except that. It was the only time we got a break.” We gestured to our bruised and cracked feet with a wince, and he placed gentle kiss to our ankle, continuing to rub soothing cream into the skin. He’d begun as soon as we’d shown him the damage, cursing under his breath and bolting to the bathroom to gather his supplies.

“I understand, love,” he murmured, glancing up at us with a sympathetic smile. “I can’t imagine how much it hurt.” His fingertips skirted our few missing toenails, shuddering empathetically. “You’ve been so brave.”

We’d told him about the rape last – playing through every other awful thing we’d done, every horrible act committed against us, avoiding acknowledging our desperation for the man to just please come back.

~Ashe~ “I worried you would hate me,” I muttered, eyes lowering. “I hate me. I shouldn’t have been so weak.”

He reached out to tip my chin up, hesitating only briefly. “Ashe, I could never hate you. Would you have done those things willingly, of your own volition?” I shook my head firmly, and he offered me a weak smile. “Exactly. Because you are a good, kind person. You didn’t fuck someone else, Ashe, you were raped. You said it yourself perfectly when you confronted Bucky. ‘There is a difference between obedience through fear and consent’. You obeyed because you were terrified and in agony. How could I ever judge you for doing anything you could to make that stop?”

I hitched out a sob, rubbing my eyes. “I-I don’t… I don’t know, I guess. I was just scared that…” That you’d think I’m a harlot. Like She said.

“I don’t think less of you, Ashe. I love you just the same – more, even – than I did before all this.” He exhaled shakily, his gaze meeting mine. “That was the worst two weeks of my life. I’ve never felt so… Frantic. Powerless. Helpless. In my entire life, I have never been so terrified. My every reason for existing was ripped away from me without warning… I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d rather die than leave without y’all. I couldn’t come back, knowing you were still there. I wouldn’t have been able to live like that.”

I hiccuped quietly, wiping my face. “You’re a fool.”

He offered me a soft grin, reaching out to swipe residual moisture from my chin. “Maybe so… But I’m your fool.”

I lay back with a sigh, letting him continue his comforting ministrations on our feet for a minute longer. “… We told you all this for a reason, you know. I mean, besides just wanting to be honest.”

“Oh?”

I hummed, raising my head to meet his gaze. “It’s been two whole weeks, Clint. Nat and Lia may need some time to recover… But I’ve been forced to submit for the last few weeks. I’d really, really appreciate you helping me find closure to move out of that space.”

He cocked an eyebrow uncertainly. “Are you… Sure?”

I nodded slowly, fingers finding the tie of my dressing gown. “Only if you want to.”

He grinned as he darted up the bed, pinning my hands by my head. “It’s been two weeks since I’ve been inside you, Ashe. What do you think?”

I mewled, stretching up to bite his neck, the motion being smothered as his hand found my throat. “No, no, babygirl... You’re all mine now.”

I purred, wriggling with delight. “Hmm... I’ve missed you.”

He smirked, hips rolling against mine. “Oh, I know. And I’m going to make you prove it.”

I swallowed dryly as his tongue found my jaw, head tipping back my head obediently. “I’ll do anything for you.”

He groaned, his hands sliding under my dressing gown and pushing it from my shoulders frantically. “I intend to take my time... Tomorrow,” he added, voice ragged and lustful. “I don’t think I have the patience for much more than filling you up right now, little one.”

My hands found his belt, fumbling eagerly. “Stop talking about doing it, and actually do it, then...”

He growled warningly, his teeth biting my throat hard, hands stilling at my panties. “And who are you to give orders?”

I whined, sliding his zipper down as I popped his button. “I n-need you. Fuck me.”

He twitched his hips away, snarling threateningly. “Last warning, babygirl. There will not be a third. You are my pet, not the other way around.”

Whimpering, I wriggled again, jaw clenched. “But I need you...”

“I’m aware.”

“So just fuck me,” I begged, reaching for him once more. “What happened to not having the patience?”

He hissed, gripping my throat once more. “You’ve effectively changed my mind with your disobedience… On your knees.”

I obeyed immediately, lips parted, eyes raised - ready and willing. He smirked as he looked down at me, circling me slowly, the heel of his palm rubbing the bulge in his pants slowly. “Fuck, you’re hot. Always so desperate.” I nodded enthusiastically, eyes tracking his movements, feeling my own arousal slowly coat my thighs. “Maybe I won’t even let you touch me. Maybe I’ll just tie you up and make you watch…”

I wined, pressing my legs together desperately. “Please…”

He stood before me at last, sapphire depths glimmering as they met my own emerald once. “Take off my pants, little slut. Let’s see if you can obey orders yet.”

Perfect obedience…

I’m okay with this.

Reclamation. Nat would be proud.

My fingers found his waistband, tugging down the tight mission pants without hesitation, placing a gentle kiss to his tip as it leaked through his underwear. He hissed, fingers knotting in my hair, pulling my head back to meet his gaze. “I didn’t say you could do that, did I?”

I whimpered eagerly, tongue straining. “No… But…”

He jerked lightly, eliciting a tremble of pleasure. “No ‘but’s, my plaything. You are mine, and you will do as I say.”

Swallowing, I nodded, biting my lip as he released me.

I know he feels a little bad, but… God, this is exactly what I need right now.

His hand found my jaw as the other pulled himself free. “Open. Take it all, my good girl.”

I obliged quickly and he thrusted in, drawing a desperate groan from us both, his fingers finding my hair once more as his hips jerked. “Fuck, babygirl… You’re so delicious. You’re so good. Oh, I’ve missed this…”

His head fell back with a sigh, fucking me steadily as my tongue swirled and sucked. I want to spend my life like this.

His eyes met mine, and his breathing hitched. “You’re so hot with my cock in your mouth.”

I whimpered eagerly at his words – fuck, yes, more of that please - taking him deeper, his nails scratching against my scalp as his head brushed the back of my throat. He hummed in interest, purring. “I think we’ve found more words you like, huh, pet?”

I nodded desperately, resisting the urge to drag him ever closer – to beg him to use me to fulfil his every whim and never let me leave this room. He smirked, hips shifting faster. “You’re such a little slut… I bet you touched yourself every night you were gone, just wishing for this cock.” He winced mildly, faltering at his lack of tact, but I groaned encouragingly, tapping a single finger against his thigh.

Green, Hawk. Let’s pretend I wasn’t where I was.

His eyes flashed in pleasure, and he growled, renewing his efforts. “I bet you slid your fingers inside that soaked pussy as you begged for me to come and fuck you, just like this… I can just imagine it – you panting and writhing, making the filthiest sounds as you made yourself come, my name on your lips…”

He let out a stuttered, desperate moan, hips quivering as he thrusted deeper. “I-I bet you wanted me so much… So eager for my dick in your throat. So needy for my come.” I whined around him, hands unconsciously finding his thighs and pulling him faster into me, head bobbing frantically.

I need you I need you I need you I-

He surrendered with a groan, the grip in my hair tightening as he came inside me, my eyes closed in hungry pleasure as I swallowed. He drew back with a trembling, satisfied smirk, petting my head gently. “Good girl.”

I purred, licking my lips as I lent into his palm enthusiastically.

“Yours.”

He guided me to my feet, sending my bathrobe spilling unceremoniously to the floor. “On the bed, beautiful. Let me look at that body.”

I blushed as I obliged, his gaze roaming my flesh, taking in my litany of new bruises and scars, widening at the row of cuts on my forearm. I shook my head infinitesimally, resisting the urge to hide myself.

Not now, Clint. Please not now.

He shook his head to clear it, licking his lips. “Open your legs, baby girl. I want to see all of you.”

I felt myself grow redder, hesitating only briefly before obeying, his eyes flaring with lust at the sight.

“Hm. Now… Touch yourself for me.”

I felt my muscles contract in pleasure at the command, hand sliding slowly down my body to find the space between my thighs, mewling at the contact, my gaze still locked on his as he pulled his shirt over his head, kicking away his bottoms. His own hand found himself, caressing gently, encouraging a quick recovery.

“How does that feel, my pet?”

Whimpering, I dipped a tentative fingertip inside me. “G-Good…”

“As good as me?”

My head shook desperately, other hand finding my clit and rubbing gently. “Never.”

He groaned softly, pupils blown wide. “You’re such a good girl… Such a little slut, touching that pussy for your master. I bet you’re soaked.” I nodded eagerly, sliding a finger through my wetness and bringing it to my mouth, purring around the digit and restraining a grin as he jaw clenched. “How about I taste you, sweetheart?”

The sound that escaped me was pure desperation, a low keening as my hips pushed down of their own volition. “Yes- Sir, please, I-I need you, please make me come.”

He rocked on the balls of his feet for a heartbeat, gaze drinking me in one final time before he dropped forward, arm looped around my thigh to pull me closer, his tongue and fingers finding me simultaneously. I yelped at the touch, his hand sliding easily inside me, lapping eagerly.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. You taste so good…”

I whimpered again, eyes rolling back with pleasure. “P-Please, Sir… I need to come.”

He hummed thoughtfully against me, making my hips jerk. “Don’t you want to come with me inside you?” I twitched pointedly around his digits, and he laughed. “Don’t you want to come with my cock inside you, filling you up and making you scream?”

I shivered delightedly, nodding. “B-both. Please.”

He drew back to raise an eyebrow, and I blushed lightly at the wetness on his face. “Both? Do you deserve that, little one?”

I nodded again, pushing towards his slowly thrusting fingers needily. “Yes. Please. I-I’ve been good. So good. I need this, need you. Please, Sir.”

His eyes locked on mine, and he smiled, soft and fond. “You got it, my Widow.”

His head dropped once more, and I cried out as he fucked me enthusiastically, tongue trailing the length of me eagerly, muttered encouragement lost in the lewd sounds of his ministrations.

“Y-Yes, just like that, just… Fuck, Clint, I-I… Please, I’m so close.”

He glanced up once more, only briefly, for one last command. “Come for me, slut.”

The second his mouth touched me again, I moaned, wanton and deafening, his fingers curling inside me as my walls contracted. Fingers finding his hair, I pinned his head between my legs, rutting shamelessly against him as I found my release, sobbing out my pleasure and gratitude.

I was still riding the high when he drew away, and I wined at the lack of contact, wriggling desperately. He tutted, hooking my knees over his shoulders. “Easy, baby girl. Don’t worry. I’m not done with this perfect pussy yet.” He brushed against me, and I trembled, hips pushing down enthusiastically. “Tell me what you want, little one. The filthier you are, the quicker you’ll get it,” he added, one eyebrow quirked in amusement.

Fuck. He knows I love this. He knows what he does to me.

I whimpered again, hips shifting. “I-I want you to fuck me,” I began carefully, playfully, and he growled, hand finding my throat.

“I guess you don’t want this enough, huh...?” He drew away slightly, and I felt my pulse pick up in panic, thrumming under his fingertips.

“I- I need you to fuck me. I-I need that thick cock inside my wet pussy, pounding me until I come and squirt, over and over. I-I need your hands, your nails, your teeth, on my body, making me yours. I need you.”

He pushed inside me with a groan, nails of his free hand digging into my ribcage as I gasped, sighing in satisfaction at his quick, punishing pace. Leaning forward, he smirked menacingly.

“Don’t you dare come until I say you can.”

I moaned softly at his words, somehow getting wetter around him. “Y-Yessir… I-I don’t know how l-long I have, though,” I admitted, fingers tangling in the sheets as he brushed the sensitive spot inside me. “F-Fuck, there, please there, fuck me there.”

He growled as he flicked his hips, eliciting a wanton moan from my kiss-flushed lips. “Right there, huh? You like that, pet? You like it when I fuck you… just… here…?” He punctuated each word with a brush of his tip against that sweet spot, and I spasmed.

“Y-yes, please – Sir, Master, please, let me come.”

His lips found my cheek gently, his grin savage. “Only if you make a mess on me. I’ve missed having you squirt for me, slut.”

Wimpering as his hand gripped my throat harder, I nodded desperately. “Y-Yessir. I promise. So much mess.”

He let out a quiet groan, the fingers in my ribcage pulling me harder onto him. “Such a good girl.”

I cried out, body spasming as I fought to hold on. “S-Sir, please, I-I…” His hand dropped from my ribs to my clit, encouraging and deft. “Do it, babygirl. Come for me… Squirt for me. Show me just how much you missed me.”

My scream made my own ears ring, back arched in pleasure as I come undone around him, the force of my convulsions – and juices - driving him out of me repeatedly. He simply re-entered, again and again, groaning in pleasure as I rode it out, hips becoming spasmodic and jerky as I impaled myself on him frantically.

I whimpered one last time as he drove himself home in my depleted body, emptying inside me with a muttered curse and my name on his lips like a prayer, panted and desperate.

He hummed as I lay on his chest, fingers caressing my hair tenderly. “I think you’re gonna need another shower.”

I laughed softly, cheek pressed to his damp skin, sticky with sweat and, undoubtedly, me. “I think you do, too.”

He sighed, one leg hooking over mine, pulling me closer against him. “I’m not moving from this spot until you do.”

“I guess it can wait until the morning…”

Purring, his hand trailed my back. “Feeling better? Did that help get you out of that… ‘Space’?”

I looked up, tongue in my cheek as I considered my answer. “It got me out of the mindset of submitting to them, and got me into the mindset of submitting for you. And that,” I added, smirking, “is a delightful place to be.”

He chuckled, pressing his lips to my forehead. “You’re my good Widow.”

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