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Who Is It? (Tony X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Tony X Daughter!Reader, Peter x Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

HUMOUR

Request: I love your Tony Starks daughter stuff! Can you write one where the avengers come back from a mission to avengers tower and Tonys daughter is sitting in the living room being like ‘hey I hacked into your system 'cause I’m your super smart daughter and have no where else to go’ and Tony starts to get really protectiv over her. And then finds out that she is falling in love with Peter, but Tony is basically the last one to find out? Sorry, that kinda got long ^^ I love the way you write btw :)


Originally posted by fymarveluniverse

Feeling the jet land let the Avengers take a sigh of relief. Another mission a success. They all hurried out of their uniforms and into the tower, hoping to put on a good movie, eat some snacks, and take a well-deserved nap.

However, walking in to the main room, they saw you on the couch with your phone in hand, looking bored. “Y/N?” Your dad, Tony called.

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I Thought You Hated Me.

Request from @brieflybigwonderland​: Hi! Not sure if it is too soon to be asking for requests with you just starting this blog but you did an amazing job with the one I sent to your primary blog so I know you will with this one 😀 I’m thinking that reader works with The Avengers and she gets along with them all….apart from Bucky. They seem to hate each other and one night end up being the only ones in the gym, insults soon get thrown into the mix but then something changes and the situation gets more….hot? ❤ haha!

Note: So this is my first time writing any kind of smut so I hope I have done this request some kind of justice. I stopped before it got too long so if anyone wants more just let me know…I rather enjoyed writing this <3 I hope this isn’t too terrible!

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1721

Warning: Smut and slight dub-con.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

It had been a couple of years since you started working with S.H.I.E.L.D and The Avengers and you couldn’t have been happier. Each member of the team had become like your family and given that you had grown up without one for the majority of your childhood this meant a lot to you; there wasn’t a single person that you couldn’t confide in, spill your secrets to, even Tony Stark was occasionally a good listener….even if the conversation soon turned to him.

But then he wouldn’t be Tony if he didn’t boost his own ego.

Life couldn’t have been any better really. But then James ‘Bucky’ Barnes came along and it wasn’t long before things started to turn sour. Before you had spoken so much as a single word to him he had decided he didn’t like you – that much was clear by the death glare his sharp blue eyes had thrown in your direction the moment he stepped into the lobby of the building.

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Novel Length | Stony Fic Recs

Long chaptered fics with delicious slow burn and world building. 

Last updated 4/2/2017.

Fics over 50k words.

Just before the events of Iron Man, a baby is left on Tony’s doorstep. He wants nothing to do with it at first, but his time in Afghanistan changes his mind and Tony vows to become a better man for his son’s sake.

Six years ago, without the Avengers Initiative there to save the day, scientist Dr. Eric Selvig sacrificed himself to save the world, the almighty demi-god Thor was lost to a terrible storm, and vigilante Iron Man – spotted with a nuclear weapon trying to take advantage of the situation – was forever labelled an enemy of SHIELD.

This is a comic book office AU, where Steve is defrosted a year too late, Thor has forgotten who he is, and no one knows Tony is Iron Man.

Also includes: office pranks, inappropriate post-it notes, and superheroes who like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain

Steven Rogers never wanted to be king, but he knows his duty, and he does it well. Lord Tony Stark, the king’s appointed consort, does his duty as well, even though he’d enjoy his duty more if it actually involved sleeping with the king. As it doesn’t, he’s just resigned. The war that made Steve king and cost him nearly everything may be over, but a meeting of old enemies might stir up some ghosts none of them are prepared for.

Steve Rogers has plenty of friends. He just doesn’t know two of them are the same man.

That’s just how Tony Stark/Iron Man likes it. Until he comes to regret it.

And Tony realizes that working out who the Winter Soldier used to be and who he is now are two entirely different things.

Soulmates have their first words to each other written on their wrists. This should make it easy. For Steve and Tony, it is anything but. Steve’s problem is that the future he has awoken into is nothing he was ever expecting: he has a soulmate now. Who might be a robot. And if his soulmate is Iron Man, how can he be so attracted to Tony Stark? It should be impossible. Tony’s problem is that he is Iron Man, his soulmate is a man whom he in no way deserves, and he is going to fight everything in his heart and do his best to make sure Steve never, ever finds out the whole truth.

A visit from a Reed Richards from a parallel world convinces Tony and Steve that they must do whatever they can to prevent their world from falling into Civil War. They can save the world…but at what cost to themselves?

After a tragic accident, Steve is given a chance to go back in time and deliver a warning to Tony in the hope of avoiding their fate. Something’s gone wrong, though, because this is not his world he’s ended up in. And that is definitely not his Tony who’s planning to delete his own brain.

Sometimes your second chance isn’t at all what you were expecting.

Where Steve doesn’t quite die, ends up stranded in the multiverse and would quite like to know how the hell so many versions of himself ended up sleeping with Tony Stark. Well, that’s going to make things a tad awkward when he gets home.

Age of Ultron-based, but not entirely canon compliant. Written for the 2013 Cap-Iron Man Reverse Big Bang. Ultron has attacked, obliterating most of the world’s superheroes and resistance in a matter of hours. The remaining heroes band together and share what strength they have to get through it, to survive, and defeat Ultron once and for all. Steve Rogers grieves in the wake of the disaster and the heroes’ defeat, and no one knows if he will be able to provide the leadership they need–but Tony Stark isn’t about to let him slip away that easily.

When Tony and Steve’s son from the future, Jake Jensen, arrives at Avenger’s Tower, the two of them are forced to confront some hard truths: Tony that he might not actually become a horrible father, and Steve that he might not be able to set aside his discomfort with sharing a child with another man. When they both get a second chance at a first try at fatherhood, it’s up to the two of them to learn from their own future’s past.

Tony Stark spent his childhood making weapons, filling the hole his father left in the world when he succumbed to alcohol, grief, and his own demons. At the age of fifteen, he ran away from home, and made it as far as MIT before all of his responsibilities caught up to him. Now seventeen, he just wants to finish his degree and escape from everything connected to the Stark name.

Steve Rogers crashed into the icy North Atlantic in the 1940’s, sacrificing himself to save the world. He never expected to wake up, and now that he has, he’s not sure he’s glad. The US Army has other plans for him, but for now, Steve is slowly learning to live life in the 21st century, and taking classes at Boston College. He’s beginning to suspect that there is no escape.

Boston College is on the T’s Green Line. MIT is on the Red. The two lines meet at the Park Street Station, and so will Steve and Tony.

Tony goes to see Wanda, and suddenly Steve is alive and there are Skrulls! Or maybe Tony is just going crazy. Nothing happens in this fic, until the very end. Seriously. There’s a lot of talking, mostly at inopportune moments, Tony’s views on the acceptable gifts to give people are slightly different from everyone else’s and he spends more time than would seem necessary being (half-)naked. What else is new?

When Captain Steve Rogers wakes from an injury-induced coma, a lot has changed in the battle against the Kaiju. There are new Jaegers with new pilots, new advances in the study of the beasts, even new rules in the Shatterdome. It’s starting to seem like they’re finally ready to defeat the monsters once and for all, but first Steve must learn to get along with his new team of pilots. Especially the troublesome Tony Stark, who’s proving to be harder to deal with than the Kaiju problem itself.

A story of recovery. In a world without superheroes, Tony Stark, the disinherited son of a billionaire, goes to Afghanistan as an embedded media star, only to be held hostage for months until he’s rescued. During his recovery, his therapist Doctor Bruce Banner prescribes an unusual treatment; volunteer work at a rehab center. He meets an eclectic assembled group including a vet who thinks he’s Thor, a physical therapist who might be a spy, and an all American hero, Steve Rogers. It is Steve Rogers, the soldier in a coma, who captures his interest and, eventually, his heart.

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A series rewriting MCU verse, beginning with an alternate version of Iron Man 2, in which, instead of Natasha, Steve got assigned to help Tony while the genius was slowly dying of Palladium poisoning. Continues there in unfolding Steve’s and Tony’s journey through acceptance, trust, and eventually love.

Steve takes things like personal responsibility and respect seriously. Tony’s got people he pays to take care of that kind of thing, and anyway, he’s pretty sure that he’s going to die of some exotic disease in his workshop, because Dummy’s still a little spotty about what is ‘clean’ enough to put on an open wound. The rest of the Avengers are in this for personal gain, except for Clint, he just enjoys being a dick.And some things shouldn’t be a chore.

Tony Stark is Iron Man.

Before that, he was an man with bigger heart than brain. Before that, he was an asshole with a bigger mouth than sense. And before that, he was was a scared little boy. Not that it matters. Stark’s always have had iron in their backbone.

Tony has been held by Stane since his escape from Afghani terrorists, marked dead in the eyes of the world while Stane is free to use his mind, inventions, and company as he sees fit. Tony feels there’s nothing he can do and has resigned himself to death to save those he loves. That would be when JARVIS lets Captain America stumble into his old lab.

Steve has been wandering Avengers Mansion in the steps of a ghost, seeing empty spaces, and recurring oddities that mean nothing to anyone but him. He doesn’t know who left them, or why the ghost lingers. It isn’t even until he enters a dusty lab that things start to fall into place as he meets Anthony, a computer program named for its creator Anthony Stark.

There were days when the realization that he was someone’s father made Steve’s head hurt, but mostly he was grateful that he could trust his instincts, because apparently Peter was what had been missing from his life. Yes, he still had lingering, unresolved issues from his time in the Army, and sure, he had what Bucky annoyingly referred to as a criminally untapped ass, and no life outside of work and Peter, but Steve was okay with how his life had turned out because of trusting his instincts.

Unfortunately, those same instincts had straight up betrayed him by going absolutely haywire upon being exposed to Tony Stark.

Tony is a King with a surprising number of people out to kill him. Steve and the rest of the Avengers are fighting for Pierce’s rebellion and end up with Tony as their prisoner. Oops.

Basically one of those bodice-ripping romance novels I don’t read (ahem) but with far more gay.

A story of revolution.Captain Steve Rogers is just trying to pay off his debt to SHIELD, carting cargo from the Rim worlds to the Inner Belts in his bucket of bolts ship, the Howling Commando. He keeps a low profile and makes sure his crew is safe and happy. But the universe has a different plan for the once highly decorated Captain of the Honor Guard. The universe drops a Courtesan by the name of Tony Stark into his life. The Captain doesn’t like it, but Bucky convinces him that providing transport to the most elusive Courtesan in the Guild could be their ticket to freedom. His crew from the engineer with anger management issues to the pilot who may be a beautiful but deadly assassin wants him to take the commission. What ends up being a simple commission puts his crew in jeopardy and could change all of humanity, because the Courtesan is not really just a pretty face and the Captain of the Honor Guard can fall in love far too easily with a man of conviction - and Tony Stark is a man of conviction.

  • Newborn series by Ilerre | M | 109k | infidelity, body modification, read all warnings

It all started when they stopped trusting each other.

“Billionaire, genius, engineer, philanthropist, submissive.  Yeah, submissive.  Any questions?”

OR

Yet another BDSM-AU.  

So Jarvis is the one who pulls her up onto her feet, presses a tool into one hand and a book into the other and tells her to create. Tells her that if the numbers and the shapes and images in her mind hurt so bad then she should build them, should give them form so that they can finally leave her alone.

Jarvis is the one who finally teaches her how to breathe.

Or

Toni Stark grows up with the tale of Icarus swirling in the back of her mind. Instead of taking it as a precautionary tale about hubris and overreaching she decides it’s more about the limitations of wax.

Years later when she builds herself wings of her own she makes sure to build them out of better material.

He’s The Captain?

This was not good. This was so not good.

There were theories of course, of what The Captain would look like. Most followed the typical Hollywoodesque belief that he was some version of the Godfather, sitting in a dark room with a cigar, commanding his forces with a flick of his wrist. There were even some that even thought that The Captain was not one person, but a whole network of people with eyes and ears everywhere.

The blonde Adonis in front of him was definitely not what Tony was expecting.

Of course, in the end it didn’t matter.

There was a reason no one knew what The Captain looked like.

Because anyone who saw his face never lived to tell the tale.

  • Sins of Omission by Kiyaar | E | 155k - WIP | dark, torture, skrulls (be warned: this hasn’t been updated since 2013)

A Post-Civil War, Pre-Secret Invasion AU where Steve is dead, Tony’s a mess, and everything sucks.

In which Tony deals poorly with Steve’s death, falls off the wagon, sees ghosts, and misses a lot.

Oh, and the Skrulls are about to invade.

When an experiment goes awry, Tony thinks he may have found an answer to his problems and Steve faces something he’s been avoiding for a very long time.

Two men. Two worlds. Life during wartime. 

When Tony was a prince and Steve was his manservant, they were young and reckless and hopelessly in love. But an attack on Tony’s life convinces Steve that he can’t protect Tony, so he leaves in the dead of night to train until he can. Ten years later, Steve returns to the kingdom a strong and able knight, but his king is both furious and broken-hearted. 

Tony is no stranger to paternity claims from his female conquests, there’s a system in place for them. But when one of the tests actually comes back positive, he makes a rash decision to not tell anyone about it, not even Pepper Potts. All Mary Parker wants is for Tony to spend a little time with their son. Tony has a lot to think about in his life now, how he wants to run his company, how his life is going to change with the arc reactor, and what he’s going to do about his son, Peter. Then, the Avengers Initiative pops up, and in waltzes his childhood hero, and enemy, Captain America.

The adventures of Tony as a mutant; how he learned to accept himself and his subsequent growth into his own. Hijinks ensue.


Telepaths and Trigonometry - Peter Parker x Reader

Anonymous said:
Peter Parker request where the shy new girl at school knows that he’s Spider-Man. She knew because their hands touched once during a class and she could see his thoughts that way. So he invites her to the compound to show off her gifts. She can also move things with her mind.

A/N: Reader is telepathic and telekinetic

Warnings: none?

Word Count: ~800


Originally posted by v-writings

Trigonometry, your worst class of the day. 

You dread it every single day. The only good thing about it is that you get to see Peter there. Peter Parker, the guy you’ve been crushing on for months, sits right next to you in Trig. 

As you are putting your binder back in your bag after class, your pencil rolls off of the desk and onto the floor next to Peter. He bends down to pick it up for you and smiles as he holds it out to you.

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CUDDLE BUDDY

Request by Anonymous: “Hi I would like to request a Bucky x reader where the reader is an avenger and is very touchy feely and hates sleeping alone so she ends up randomly sleeping in other team members beds and they’ll just wake up and she’ll be in their bed and they’ve all just accepted it. Buckys new and she ends up going to him and he wakes up with her in his bed and is all confused and has to go ask Steve about it and Bucky just ends up being all fluffy with the reader.”:

A/N: Thank you for the request!  Finally got my writing mojo back!  Hope you enjoy!

Bucky x reader

Word count: 1397 (yeesh, this turned out way longer than expected)

Summary: You are in need of constant physical touch, everyone on the team knows this.  But when Bucky joins the team and no one tells him about your craving for touch, things get a little awkward.

Warnings: none, I think

(GIF not mine)

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The Neighbors (9/?)

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing,  flirting, a little angst & fluff , semi smut

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader


Chapter 9: How to (attempt to) Save a Life

“Y/n- do you know-”

“Steve, either shut up or go in the hall,” you bark at him. He stays silent, watching as you start on Bucky.

You start cleaning the large gash on his thigh. He yelps out at the sting, so Steve steps up to distract him. He starts rattling off memories of them from the 40’s and it seems to work. You numb around the area and begin stitching his thigh, being as gentle as possible. It takes you about 15 minutes to get it closed, then you tape a bandage over it.

“This will have to do until you can get him to the towers infirmary Steve. Call Tony now and have him send transportation over.” He does as you say, leaving the room to make the call. You start assessing the damage the glass caused. There’s a range of small and large shards decorating his arm. You sigh, then start slowly pulling the pieces out with the forceps.

“You know Doll, you’re even hotter when you’re at work.” Bucky’s voice startles you, but you laugh.

“Barnes, you’re not hitting on your best friend’s girl, are you?” You ask as you keep extracting glass from him. You hear him suck in a sharp breath, then release it shakily.

“I’m hitting on the nurse that is saving me, instead of her douche canoe Boss.” You snort. You feel bad that he must of heard what was said in the hall.

“I’ll always save you Buck, don’t ever doubt it.” He winces again as you pull out one of the larger pieces, blood starts trickling out of the wound. You press gauze over  it.

“You’re probably going to have some scars, Buck. But chicks dig scars,” you say, trying to pull his mind away from the pain.

“Trust me doll, I know.” He winks at you, pulling a giggle from you. As you pull out your fifth piece of glass, Steve re-enters the room. You replace the blood soaked gauze with a fresh one and begin going after some of the smaller pieces.

“Alright, Stark said 15 minutes. You think he’ll hold over until then, Doll?” Steve asks as he pulls a chair next to the bed.

You nod, keeping your focus on the stubborn piece you picking at. Steve starts up with the memories again, getting Bucky to join in. You wish you could listen to their stories, but you can’t risk losing concentration on his arm.

When Bucky’s ride shows up, there’s only four small shards, and two large left. You managed to get the other 80% out, littering his arm in stitches and gauze covers. As they wheel him out of the room, you follow behind Steve.

“Are you coming with?” Steve asks.

“I’ll meet you there, I have to take care of something first.” Oh I’ll meet you there honey, after I destroy my dickhead boss. You send him a grin, but he sees right through it.

“Y/n, don’t do anything stupid. Do I need to stay?” You see the lines appear in his forehead, adding to his disapproving expression. You roll your eyes.

“No, Dad. I can take care of this myself. Just make sure Bucky gets there okay? I’ll see you soon.” You peck his cheek, then send him out the door. You watch as they load your soldiers into the back of the ambulance Stark sent. As soon as they were out of sight, you storm to the nurses station, paging Dr. Johnson. All the nurses have nervous or terrified looks spread over their faces. It’s not their faults. Just his.

“Listen guys, none of you are at fault here. This wasn’t an easy situation, but I don’t blame you for wanting to obey orders. Just know, I enjoyed working with all of you.” You send them a sweet smile, but as the Doctor approaches it turns into a full scowl. You march yourself up to him.

“Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think you get to play God? Deciding who gets to live or who you watch die?” You yell.

“He is a mur-”

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“No, he is not a murderer, you asshole. He was forced, he was a slave to people that made him do those horrible things. How dare you take his life into your own hands and throw it away. He fought for this damn country, he fights to save the world now! How do you think he received all those injuries, Doctor? Because it wasn’t from running through a field of fucking Daisies, it was from stopping the people that want to ruin this damn world.” You feel all eyes on you, nurses, hell maybe even some patients. Johnson stays silent but holds his glare on you.

“You are a sorry excuse for a doctor, and an even sorrier excuse for a human. I refuse to work with someone as indecent as you. I quit. And your superiors will be hearing about this, so please, kindly go fuck yourself Dr. Johnson.” You turn away, waving goodbye to the nurses as you leave. Well, this is going to bite me in the ass later. But fuck it.


Time Skip, the next day

  You spent most of the night at the tower by Bucky’s side with Steve. The doctor, Helen, told you that you did a pretty good job on him from what she could tell. She was totally on board with helping get Johnson’s license revoked, but Tony beat you both to it. As soon as the boys arrived at the tower, Steve informed him what happened and Tony had already made the phone call. Thank God for Tony Stark.

    You finally step off the elevator with the boys following. Thanks to the serum, Bucky was healing quite a bit faster than a normal person, but he still wasn’t close to being 100%. He gives you a thank you kiss on the cheek, then makes his way to their apartment.  You and Steve stand in front of your door, just looking at each other.

“You going to tell me what happened when I left the hospital?” he asks.

“I just had a few choice words with the Doctor, then quit. No biggie.” You shrug him off, opening the door to your home.

“Yeah, I heard.” You whip around to face him.

“What do you mean you heard?”

“When Tony made his phone calls he was informed you quit. Which is why he spoke to Helen and arranged for you to work at the tower in the infirmary.” I’m sorry, what ?  

Your mouth is hanging out, eyes wide. “Did you - did you just say I’m working at the tower?” you stutter out, still in shock.

He chuckles, moving closer to you, winding his arms around your waist.

“Well, you can’t be jobless, sweetheart. Tony appears to have a soft spot for you.”  Well, I’ll be damned. I’ll have to call Tony later.  

You leap up, hugging Steve tightly. He laughs, holding you to him.

“Steve this is great! But are you sure you’re-”

“Yes, I’m  okay with this Y/n. It’ll be the best of both worlds. I really can’t seem to get enough of you, Doll.” His voice is deeper, sending a wave of chills through you.

“Oh really, Captain?” You purr, trailing your hands over his chest. He tilts your face up to his, then leans down pressing his warm, soft lips to yours. You move your hands, running them through his hair, pulling him right against you. You bite as his bottom lip, as he parts his lips to groan you slip your tongue passed his lips.

You tangle your tongue with his, as he starts leading you backwards. The back of your knees hit something, and you find yourself on your couch.

“I thought you were leading me to the bedroom, Rogers. A little impatient much?” You tease as he moves to hover over you. You’re caged under his body, head between his arms.

“I have to keep you on your toes, sweetheart.” He dives right back into it, slotting his lips against yours in a fierce kiss. You feel his hips beginning to move against yours, making you even more wet for him. You break the kiss for air, but Steve goes right for your neck, biting hard enough that you’re positive you’ll have marks. He soothes them over with his tongue, beginning to create hickeys as he sucks. He finally lets off your neck, instead ripping your shirt clean off your body.

“Steve! That was my favorite scrub top!” you gasp. He ignores you, slipping his hands behind you to unclasp your bra. He pulls it down your arms, then flings it behind him. Right as he goes to take your hard nipple into his mouth, you hear someone clear their throat.

 Steve immediately throws his body over yours, covering your chest but also smashing you under his weight.

You wiggle your head, and as soon as you see your guest, you both burst into laughter.  Sam is standing in your doorway with your bra in his hands.

“Barnes is driving me insane. I just wanted to come here and hide out. But instead I’m welcomed with a bra to the face. You two are animals, lock the damn door!” He stomps away, and you hear their apartment door open and slam shut.

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 "Did Sam just take my bra…?“

Steve leans his head down against your chest, releasing a long sigh. "Yeah, I think he did.”  A giggle bubbles through you. You pull Steve’s face back to yours, giving him a quick kiss.

“Well, Captain, where were we?” You whisper.

He immediately pulls your nipple into his mouth, gently biting it. A gasp falls from you as he does the same to the other one. He kisses down your stomach to the top of your pants. From there, he sends you a mischievous grin.

“Steven Grant Rogers, don’t even thin-”

As if you didn’t even speak, Steve rips your pants, pulling the scraps off you. Damn it Steve. He pushes your legs apart, placing kisses against your covered center. You back arches as the contact, he slowly slides your panties off, again flinging them behind him. Except this time, you open your eyes and feel them go wide, as you watch your underwear bounce off Bucky’s face.

“OH MY GOD, DOES ANYONE KNOCK?” What are the fucking chances. Steve’s body is over yours within seconds, again. Bucky just leans in your doorway, dirty smirk playing on his lips while your soaked underwear is in his hands.

“I’m pretty sure I heard Sam tell you to lock the door…”

“Barnes, drop my underwear or so help me God, I will cockblock you for the rest of your life.” You threaten.

He drops your underwear but not the smirk. He sends you a wink, while Steve glares at him.

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“Is there a reason you’re here Buck, or just coming to watch?” You ask angrily.

“Is that an option?” He shoots back. Steve just shakes his head, probably regretting his choice in friends right about now. You roll your eyes, not bothering to respond. “Doll, my bandages on my thigh are bleeding through. I was wondering if you could help me. Sam’s being a pansy.”

“I am not!” You hear Sam shout.

“Of course Buck, just…give me a minute to not be naked, okay?”

He nods, then leaves you and Steve. As the door shuts, Steve moves off you to sit on the floor. You stand up, going to your room and throwing on some boyshort underwear and your go-to sleep t-shirt, then grab Steve’s hand and haul him across the hall with you.


Time skip - 1 day before leaving for home with the boys.

As you sit in front of Wanda bandaging a few scrapes up from her recent mission, you tell her about Gloria’s wedding.

“So when do you leave for your hometown, Y/n?” She questions. You place the last bandage on, then pick up all the used gauze for disposal.

“Tomorrow actually!” you excitedly answer. She smiles brightly at you.

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“You better take pictures! I wanna see you and the boys dressed up! Oh, and the wedding dress!”

“Don’t worry! I’ll take plenty of pictures. I can’t wait for the next time Gloria’s out here, you and Nat would get along well with her!”  

She thanks you then heads out. When she leaves, you think about how your life has changed since starting to work at the tower with Helen. It’s been so unbelievably amazing. You’ve gotten closer with the other Avengers besides your boys. You’ve especially  been around Wanda and Nat a lot. So far you’ve went shopping three times with them and had a few movies nights. You love everything about this job, including getting to be near Steve while he’s at work. You get to see him in his Captain America uniform, and man, does that drive you crazy. You can’t even count how many times you’ve begged him to wear it home for you, but Captain Buzzkill refuses every time.

As you get ready to leave for home, Steve finds his way to you. When you see him walk in, you can’t help but smile.

“You ready for tomorrow, Steve?” You ask as you place the last of the files away.

“I can’t wait to finally meet your family. Bucky and Sam are thrilled too.”

“Of course they are, they’re going to be supplied with endless amounts of blackmail on me.”

  All he does is laugh and reaches for your hand to pull you to him. He leans in for a kiss, carding his fingers through your hair. You let out a moan against his lips at the feeling of his fingers slightly tugging. The kiss turns desperate and hot, and Steve picks you up and places you on counter behind  you.

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You lock your legs around his waist and fist his shirt as you deepen the kiss. His fingers are digging into your hips, causing your to grind yourself against his crotch. You feel the familiar heat spread through you, driving you crazy. You slip your hands under his shirt, and he lets you lift it off his body. He copies the action, dropping your top on to the floor with his. He moves himself lower on your body, pulling the cup of your bra down to suck on your nipple. Your knuckle are turning white from how hard your holding onto the edge of the counter.

“Steve please.” You whine and you start to squirm. He slips his hand under the top of your pants and under the line of your panties. He rubs his fingers over your wet slit, teasing you further.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he whispers in your ear. Your back is painfully arching towards him as he plays with your clit between his fingers.

“Please, finger me, Captain.” He moans, finally pushing two fingers into your dripping entrance. He starts at a slow pace but soon starts thrusting his fingers at an animalistic pace. You try holding in the noises that are falling out of your mouth; after all, you’re still at work.

The way Steve’s had is angled against, his palm is brushing against your clit as his fingers slam into you.

“ I’m going to-”

“Do it doll, finish all over my hand.” His words throw your over, sending you spiraling through your orgasm. You slump against Steve and watch as he pulls his fingers out of you, slowly licking them clean of your orgasm. You groan at the sight. Everything that man does turns me on, that can’t be healthy. You pull him to you in a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. You only pull away from him when the speakers sound.

Originally posted by want-your-kisses

“Sanitize that counter Immediately, Rogers. And stop acting like horny teenagers, you have your own freaking room here idiot.” Tony’s voice blares over the intercom. Your cheeks turn dark red at being caught. You burry your face in your hands, causing Steve to chuckle. You hop off the counter, retrieving your shirts. Well, better to be caught here than when we stay at my parents house.  


Time Skip - Getting off the Plane

All four of you are making your way to the lobby of the airport. As you walk through the doorway, you look out into the sea of people waiting for others and your eyes go right to the giant sign towards the middle.

Bucky reads it outloud while he chuckles. “(Y/l) and her super hot friends.”  Damn it, who did Gloria get to pick us up? When the crowd starts dispersing, the owner of the sign is revealed. You see your sister, Marie, starting to dance awkwardly while she wiggles the sign in the air at you.

Oh fucking hell, here we go.

Originally posted by lifetimetv


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Birthday Spider

Originally posted by septodragon

Peter Parker:

Warning: Little Fluff

A/N: NEEED REQUEST, SEND ME ANYTHING LOL, THANKS GUYS !


Peter was walking to the Avengers tower after school because Friday had contacted him of a mission that the gang was going on tonight, himself included. Once he got in the building he noticed something strange, no one was at the front guarding the doors but he shrugged it off assuming that George and Hannah were on lunch so he took the elevator up to the penthouse portion of the building. When Peter stepped out he notice a particularly sweet smell, so he followed the smell that led him to the kitchen and what does he see?

The whole avengers clan baking different types of sweets but one thing was the same about them all, they were covered head to toe in flour Peter tried his hardest to hold his laughter but he couldn’t.

He bursted out laughing causing all the avengers to be in defensive mode until they noticed was Peter “Kid, what are you doing here?” Tony asked cleaning his hands from the dough he was kneading “Friday called me saying we had a meeting?” Peter said shrugging taking a seat on the barstool near the island “Yes, at night . Not now.” Tony said sighing holding his temple “So why are you all baking anyway?” Peter asked which caused all the avengers to take a strange look at him “No reason. Now go home kid.” Natasha said holding peter’s shoulder walking him to the elevator he simply nodded and pressed the lobby button but he didn’t go home.

He went for a walk in Bryant Park looking at the ice skating rink from the outside but something besides the rink caught his attention, she caught his attention and all she did was sit on the bench curled up in her book Peter wanted to do nothing more then walk over to her and spark a conversation but he didn’t know exactly how to do that so he didn’t say anything. Only problem is you felt him staring at you , you looked at his direction and smiled curling your hand to him which he picked up on and began to walk over to you “I didn’t mean to stare.” He said bluntly covering mouth as soon as the words came out which made you laughed a little.

“It’s fine, I didn’t tell you to come here to curse you out Parker.” You said which caused his eyes to nearly pop out of his socket “How did you know my name?” He asked moving a bit closer to you “I work with Dr. Banner as his apprentice, so I’ve seen with Mr. Stark on more than a handful of occasions so I know your name.” You said smiling “What? Apprentice ? Meaning you understand science and its laws and nature?” He said leaning toward you with a dorky smile on his face “Yes I know and understand all the good stuff, but my favorite is the science of cooking.”

You said causing both of you to laugh “Hey, speaking of cooking everyone was backing upstairs any ideas why?” He asked, you looked at him shocked how could he not remember his own birthday, maybe he was joking but his face was so serious so all you did was shake your head at his question. “We’ve been talking and laughing yet I didn’t even ask for your name or where you go to school.” Peter asked slightly slapping his forehead but you take his hand and settle it down on his lap “I’m (Y/N) and I’m home schooled.. Dr. Banner is my uncle and new guardian so he’s very protective of me.” You said shrugging looking at Peter making an “O” with his mouth. You felt your phone vibrate and when you went to look at it there was a text from your uncle saying to bring up Peter.

Your uncle knew that you had a huge crush on Peter from the day you saw him, and he would constantly tease you about him “Hey Peter can I show you something?” You asked taking his hand, he nodded and followed you tightening his grip on your hand you lead him through at different entrance to the Avengers building “Cover your eyes.” You said holding the bars of the door in your hands waiting for him to cover his eyes.

You opened the doors slowly then ran to move his hand directing him to the party and once he was completely inside you hear the roars of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” shouts from the Avengers causing Peter to blush “You guys how’d you know it was my birthday?” he asked smiling “A little spider may have told us through a web.” Tony said winking in your direction which caused Peter to look at you “You planned all this (Y/N)?” he asked walking to you “Yeah, I overheard you tell Dr.Banner that you haven’t had the chance at having a big birthday party and even though it is the BIGGEST party I thought it would be better than nothing…” you said looking at your feet shrugging your shoulders and then you felt it.

Peter Parker had just kissed your cheek “Well it’s the best party I’ve ever gotten so thank you.” he said looking at you blushing “All right Parker, she’s still my niece so relax with these teenage feelings.” Bruce said causing everyone to laugh and just as you were about to walk to the kitchen Peter softly wrapped his arm around you and continued to talk to everyone and as the party went on you began to become more comfortable with the feeling of his warmth.

“So I guess you’re my little spider now huh?” he said whispering in your ear causing you to blush, you nodded slowly “Well, I thought I would be working alone but a beautifully deadly spider like you by my side I could never be defeated.” he said in your ear kissing your cheek once more.

Self-defense.

Anon requested:  Tony stark x little sister reader where she moves in to the tower to escape from a horrible relationship. Tony asks Bucky to teach her self defense and they end up getting close. He takes her out on a date and they run into her ex. But he sees her with Bucky and gets totally intimidated.

A/N: Thanks for this request! I love it! You can continue sending me requests about whatever you want guys! They’re welcome! I hope you all like this. Also, I wanted to mention that I’ve assumed that “horrible” meant abusive, so I just wanted to portrait one of the infinite types of sequels. 

Words: 2,384.

Warnings: Violence, Angst, Mention of physical abuse, Language, Anxiety, Fluff. 


Originally posted by readytocomply

“It’s fine, Y/N” Tony said as he grabbed your hand and squeezing it. You suppressed your intention of move it away and nodded, following your brother to the lift, carrying your suitcase.

The doors closed and the lift started to move to the upper floors of the Stark Tower where the Avengers had their apartments. The atmosphere was asfixiating and you felt those familiar symptoms of anxiety. You closed your eyes and started to count to five, synchronising your breathing with it.

“Y/N?” You opened them as your heart pounded against your chest as if it wanted to escape, watching as Tony was observing you with a worried face. “Are you okay? I was talking to you”

“Yeah, yeah…I’m fine”

But he knew you weren’t.

It had been hard for you two. Tony had spent the last two years looking for you, using JARVIS, calling Pepper and even Steve helped him. But you had just disappeared. 

It was a few days ago when you contacted him, crying and shouting that he would kill you. That you were safe but you didn’t know how long. Tony had gone with Steve and Sam just in case to the address you had given to him and had found you sitting on the floor, crying and with a black eye. 

He packed your belongings and when your boyfriend came back, he found you surrounded by a suitcase and Iron Man by your side. Tony said that he would pick the rest of your things the following day and that he should stay away from him.

“We have a Hulk” He had warned him. 

And you left. You were free again.

Free in a world that frightened you. You had spent too much time under his control. Your self-steem was destroyed and Tony knew you’d need time to recover yourself. And he was fine with it. He’d help you.

You were home again.


“So you won him again huh?” Steve smirked as Sam huffed, staring at Bucky, who was preparing himself a sandwich with his lips curved in a grin. 

They continued talking as Tony entered the kitchen, making all of them to turn their heads. Bucky tensed and looked at him before going on, trying to disappear from his view. 

After the Civil War, Tony and Bucky had been trying to erase their differences even though it was difficult. Steve was hurt watching his two friends like that, but at least they didn’t try to kill each other.

“Keep calm, Frosty. I’m here to mediate a truce” Bucky frowned and looked at Steve who shrugged and left with Sam. Tony sighed and sat on one of the stool near the kitchen island. He interlaced his fingers and raised his head, staring at Bucky. “I need your help”

“What’s going on?” Bucky replied with a neutral voice. He didn’t want to be rude to Tony as he seemed truly helpless. 

“It’s my sister. She arrived a few days ago to the Tower” Bucky nodded. He remembered the girl he had met at that time. She was terrified, looking at the ground as she was introduced to the team. The girl had greeted all of them and had disappeared to the room Tony had given to her. “She hasn’t left the room and…I need you”

“Why me?”

“I thought that you could teach her self-defense. She…uhm…”Tony bit his lip as he tried to find a way to express himself. “She had a relationship with a piece of shit” Bucky raised his eyebrow at Tony’s frankness but didn’t say anything. It was none of his business. “I think training could be good for her. She would feel confident and her self-steem would improve”

Bucky took a deep breath and looked at the floor, feeling Tony’s gaze on him. After several minutes he raised his head and smiled at him.

“I’ll do”


You sighed and rolled on your bed, feeling the sheets around your thinner body. You didn’t eat as much as Tony would like but he was okay with watching eating at least something. 

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Parent day

I’m crap at titles. This is less Bucky based but I have an idea for a series with Bucky coming soon. Anyway this is a tony x daughter reader fic because I suddenly had inspiration. sorry if it’s really crap.

This was the fifth presentation on the avengers you had seen that hour. As a class you each had to prepare a small presentation on someone who inspires you. You thought doing your father would be a rather original idea, but not when your father was Tony Stark. The longer it took for your name to be called the more nervous you got. You never really said who your father was since no one seemed to question it. He never wanted you to grow up with your face in the media; he wanted you to have a normal life if that was what you wanted as well. You wanted friends and to choose your life but it never was how you dreamed but you just had to deal with it. He tried the best he could and you knew that, you loved him even if sometimes he was late to collect you or forgot certain school plays. He was you father never the less.

Your thoughts were broken when your teacher called you name out and you gathered your note cards and walked to the front. “Um… My inspiration is my father.” As soon as the word left your mouth it was as if everyone just stopped listening. You looked at your teacher and even she looked bored so you decided now was the time to throw the name out there. “Tony stark is always seen as just Iron man, but I get to see him as just Dad.” Everyone suddenly sat up with eyes wide and mouths open as one of the snobby girls raised their hands. “And how do you expect us to believe that such a heroic and rich man like Tony stark is really your father? You probably don’t even know a thing about him, you’re just coping everyone else.” She said causing the whole class to laugh, you couldn’t even form the words to defend yourself, you were so embarrassed. “And let me guess you totally know all of the avengers as well.” She said in a mocking tone and you felt a tear roll down your cheek as your fists clenched. You let your cards fall to the floor and you stormed out of the classroom as the laughter started up again.

You ran out of the school and ran to bus stop and getting on the first one home. Tears were now freely flowing down your face as you sat on the empty bus until it pulled up outside your house. You thanked the driver and walked up to the big double gate, entering in the code and walking in. You saw that there was a car on the driveway so you knew your dad probably had either a guest or Steve round. Steve was like a second dad to you, he was there when Tony couldn’t, often picking you up from school if he had meetings. It was hard for him not being able to be there for you and you knew the toll it had on him so you always shrugged it off. When you walked in you heard your dad talking about a mission so you knew it was Steve who was home. You walked quickly through the house, trying to avoid a conversation but it didn’t quite work. “Hi sweetheart. Why are you home so early?” He said but you didn’t even turn around, know if you did he would see through your lie, “Um I didn’t feel well so they sent me home. I think I’m just going to go to bed for a bit.” You said not even waiting for a reply before you slammed your bedroom door shut.

“You should go check on her. I’ve got to go home anyway, Nat and Sam wanted me to go to the tower for game night. You know you’re both welcome.” Steve said picking up his keys and jacket, “I know I’m welcome, it’s my tower.” Tony joked opening the door. Once Steve had drove half way up the driveway he closed the door and walked to your room. “Honey?” He said knocking slightly on the door but when he heard you sniffling he just walked in. When he saw you crying at the edge of your bed he wrapped his arms around you giving you a tissue. “What happened? How did the presentation go?” and you tried to calm yourself before answering, “They were all laughing at me, saying that you weren’t really my dad and that I was making it up.” It broke his heart seeing you like this and it was times like this where he wished he could have been there more. “I’m sorry, I should be there more. Hey I just got an email about some parent day, why didn’t you tell me about that?” He said pulling away so he could look at you, “You said you had a meeting that day so I didn’t tell you.” You replied feeling guilty for not saying anything. “Hang on.” He said pulling out his phone and cancelling the meeting. “Wasn’t that important?” You whispered, “Not more important than my daughter. Now come on, it’s game night at the tower we should go.” You just nodded and hugged him before getting into some nicer clothes and heading off to the tower.

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“Ah there she is. It’s been too long kid.” Sam said enveloping you in a hug before everyone else took turns to say hello. You all sat in the living room, Bucky and Steve were talking about a mission and you were sat between Thor and Clint fiddling with the handle of the hammer as everyone laughed and enjoyed a drink (Well except you. Too young.) “Hey Y/N didn’t you have the big presentation today?” Nat piped up and your smile fell, “Ah I didn’t really do it. But how can I after sitting through five presentations about you guys that are so incorrect it makes me want to scream.” They all laughed because they all knew how right you were, the media never truly showed who they were as people, leading everyone to believe they were someone completely different. “Maybe next time we should just turn up.” Thor joked but something in Tony changed, “That is a brilliant idea!” He almost jumped out of his skin and you knew whatever idea he was planning it wasn’t good. “No dad, please.” you laughed as he stood in the middle of the circle you had created with the sofas. “Y/N has some sort of parent day tomorrow-”, “Bring your parent to school day, so you can talk about your job or whatever.” You said cutting him off. “We should all go, and then those stupid kids in your class will believe that you weren’t lying.” He said falling back down into his chair at the end. Everyone thought it was a great idea except you.

“Wait wait wait, so you’re saying some girl in your class embarrassed you by saying that you weren’t really Tony’s daughter.” Clint laughed and you nodded. The avengers made it seem a lot more funny than it was. You started to see the humour in it, how stupid can people get, you literally have his last name. And by the end of the night they had already prepared to all drive you to school in the morning and walking you into class for this event. Tony added that you had to be late for dramatic effect.

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That morning all of the avengers turned up at the house super early, Nat and Wanda even helped you pick out a super cool outfit to wear. “You know we could just fly you to school.” They said but you just laughed heading down the stairs where Bruce and Tony were making pancakes for everyone. You sat at the large table and ate which never usually happened, you were usually rushing while your dad tinkered with a suit before you got in a car and the driver took you. Instead here you were, with all of the avengers eating breakfast before turning up late for school in front of everyone. They had all insisted on wearing their suits, except your dad since you couldn’t drive in his suit but he sure as hell brought it with him to give a good show. When you turned up you could see the rude girl, Tiffany, talking about what her parents did while they stood there in their expensive clothes, “His suit cost less than my tie.” Tony said obviously seeing what you were looking at as he pulled into the school. Everyone from the class suddenly rushed to the window and you knew they were looking at you as you climbed out of your father’s limo in the playground, all of the avengers following.

“Sorry we are late, I couldn’t decide whether to take the limo or the private jet.” Tony said as you all walked in totally interrupting Tiffany but neither of you cared as everyone sat back down in awe. “Mr stark it’s an honour.” Your teacher said and ushered Tiffany’s parents out of the way so you could stand at the front of the class. “Um. This is my dad but you all knew that.” You said, the whole sentence dripping with sarcasm as everyone just stared. “I’m sure you know all of us by name and what we do. But we would all like to share anyway.” Tony said with the same amount of sass and the whole class basically screamed when the teacher led the way out to the playground for more room. You stood next to Tiffany while the avengers did their thing and she stuttered out “How much did you pay for them to be here? Like you could afford it anyway.” You could tell she was losing the fight here so you just simply said, “I didn’t pay anything since he is my dad. Do you need a DNA test for you to finally accept that?” she was completely silent, opening and closing her mouth like a fish but no words coming out. After the presentation your father came over and kissed your forehead, “I’ll be picking you up later okay. Have a good day, I love you darling.” And everyone went home leaving your class to rush to asking questions as you just watched your father drive away, “I love you too dad.”

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Worth The Risk {Part 01}

Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risks?

A/N: Starts off with a little Steve x Reader friendship but things will pick up and we’ll see Bucky next chapter!

Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 04 / Part 05 / Part 06 / Part 07 / Part 08 / Part 09 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 - Coming soon!

Word Count: 950
Warnings: swearing, mild violence, angst (?), probably gonna be sad

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

You slipped in to your pajama pants and an old cardigan as you stumbled out of bed. F.R.I.D.A.Y. had woken you up just past 3am and, still asleep, you hadn’t been able to grasp what she’d first been trying to telling you.

“It’s the Captain’s room tonight.” F.R.I.D.A.Y repeated. “He seems to be in distress.”

You yawned and thanked her, bare feet padding down the hallway towards the elevator.

As you waited to move up, F.R.I.D.A.Y. continued to speak.

“May I suggest you take the day off, Y/N?”

“I’m fine, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“Your immune system and cognitive functions have both been impaired due to lack of sleep. It would be unwise for you to continue working in this state; Should your condition worsen I would be required to inform Mr. Stark.”

“I’ll be done going through the files by tomorrow afternoon. I’ll be fine until then. Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”


You arrived at your best friend’s room to find Steve curled up in his bed, sheets thrown about him and a sheen of sweat covering his body as he grimaced in pain.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. would alert you whenever his nightmares became too intense. You were one of the only people who knew about them. Steve preferred it that way.

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I Never Planned on You - Pietro Maximoff x Stark!(f)Reader

Words: 2569 (What the fuck this never happens)
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Stark!(f)Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, a few random characters
Warnings: swearing, yelling, cheesey
Requested by anon
Can you please do one with Pietro to I Never Planned on You from Newsies? Thank you!
Authors Note: You guys have no idea how excited I was to do this and I’ve been working on it for so long i hope it makes up for the lack of imagines from the past week. very much so based off the newsies show. even parts that weren’t in the song. i was excited.

Also, little summary: you are Y/N Stark but use a different last name while working. You own your own magazine company and you and your assistant, Jeremy, are headed to New York for a few different reasons. A speedy silver-haired boy sees you, and who knows what happens from there?

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Pietro Maserlist. Masterlist.


You liked to keep it a secret that you are a Stark. Tony, as the older sibling, would carry on the Stark name to make something of himself and honor your parents. But as the second born and younger sibling, you had more freedom. You did not want to be bound to the Stark name and seen as “Tony Stark’s sister” or “another Stark” because that isn’t who you are. You knew you were one-hundred-percent capable of making it on your own, hence why you used a different last name when working.

It wasn’t important that you were a Stark. It was nice not to get compared to Tony as being merely the younger sibling, and you had more recognition than you would have had if you kept the Stark name. But that didn’t change the love you had for your brother, as you and him at least text every day.

It was funny when they did compare you, though. Your company did not have the size the Stark did, but it was getting there.

“Jeremy,” You called out to your assistant, and he walked quickly inside your office.

“Yes?” He asked as he stood at your door.

“When do we leave for my jet?” You asked. Your name may not be as big as the Stark name, but the Stark name is a really big thing; so you were a decent size. And to many surprises, you are able to have your own plane.

“About two hours, Miss (Y/N),” Jeremy smiled after looking at his schedule.

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It All Comes Down To You (Part 2)

Bucky Barnes x reader / Avengers x reader Two Part Series - Part 1 Part 2

When the love of your life suddenly dies in your arms, you don’t think of having children anytime soon. But in your case, the universe (or rather your uterus) decided for you. [~2500 words]

warnings: language, mentiones of death, conflics (I’m not sure if that’s an actual warning but Iget triggered by that sometimes so)

A/N: thanks so much on the feedback on the first part. that really inspired me to write the next one pretty quickly. it’s not as long but I hope you still like it

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

Everyone says it about their child but James really was the cutest baby alive. Clint argued with you on that but he couldn’t stand a chance against your better judgment, even though his children were pretty cute, too.


Although he was adorable and you couldn’t stop staring at him, once it got to the sleeping part, you sort of wanted to strangle him. Not enough to kill him, of course, but enough to make him sleep for at least a minute.

It wasn’t actually that bad but your sleep-deprived brain had sort of unusual ideas.

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Masterlist

Bucky Barnes:

-Dirty Laundry:
A flirtation war begins between Reader and Bucky Barnes, but both of them have real feelings for each otherPart 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 & Part 5

-Blast From The Past:
Bucky comes home from Wakanda to meet the newest Avenger. Little do they know, they already know each, from their Hydra years; BFTP Masterlist

-Can You Spot Me? (ModernAU):
Reader spots an absolutely drop dead gorgeous man while working out at her gym. She decides to approach him for some help with her squats; Part 1, Part 2 

-From Another Realm:
Thor returns from Asgard with Reader, and Bucky is instantly infatuated with her; Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 & Part 5

-Study Partner:
Reader’s life is pretty ordinary; Until she discovers her cousin is Spiderman and he introduces her to The Avengers; SP Masterlist

-I’m In:
A requested fic ~ Reader’s life changes beyond recognition after she drunkenly hacks Stark Tower; Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3

-Weapon XX:
Reader has nowhere else to turn except the mysterious Weapon X program. Things take a turn for the worse when she finds out who she’s enslaved to; Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 & Part 10

-Finally:
Reader and Bucky have been friends for years, and a night of drinking changes their relationship, but they aren’t on the same page
; Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 & Part 7

-Touch:
A requested fic ~ Bucky returns from a check up in Wakanda to find that there’s a new addition to the team. She startles him when they first meet; Part 1 & Part 2

-Suspect:
Reader is a rookie police detective who unexpectedly stumbles upon too many secrets for her own good; Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

-An Unusual Sight:
A requested fic ~ Reader has a crush on the infamous Bucky Barnes, and he gets nervous asking her on a date; Oneshot

-My Only Chance:
A requested fic ~ Reader meets Bucky, and they share a night together. But she gets something she didn’t count on; Oneshot

-I Don’t Want To Hear It:
A requested fic ~ Bucky cheats on Reader, she’s moved on, and happy, but he isn’t; Oneshot

-Decisions:
A requested fic ~ Reader and Bucky are in love. She can’t remember her life before the Avengers, but a person from her elusive past shows up and flips her life upside down. Now she has to choose between her old life, and her current one; Oneshot

-It’s Obvious:
A requested fic ~ Reader and Bucky are best friends, bonding instantly from the moment they met. Everyone else in Stark Tower are convinced that they are meant to be together; Oneshot

-Someone’s Gonna Get Hurt:
A requested fic ~ Reader is fighting on Team Cap, and she ends up fighting against Black Panther to protect Bucky; Oneshot

-Bucky Bear:
A requested fic ~ At an Avenger’s outing to a carnival, Reader tries to convince Bucky to steal her a plush toy after she, repeatedly, fails to win one for herself; Oneshot

-Seriously?:
A requested fic ~ Sam discovers that his sister, Reader, and Bucky are having sex; Oneshot

-Exit Ramp:
A requested fic ~ Bucky’s jealous might ruin everything he and Reader have waited for; Oneshot

-Pronunciation:
A requested fic ~ Bucky always makes fun of Reader for speaking Spanish and forgetting English words. All jokes are on him when she finds him trying to learn her first languageOneshot

-You’ll Pass:
A requested fic ~ Reader helps Wanda with studying to pass a test to make her a U.S. citizen and remain in the Avengers; Oneshot

-Traditional:
A requested fic ~ Natasha and Wanda ask the Reader for makeup tips, while Bucky is fascinated with her hijab
; Oneshot

-Shotgun:
A requested fic ~ Reader sneaks away from the Avengers to go visit her parents, and Bucky decides to tag along; Oneshot

-You’re Not A Monster:
A requested fic ~ Reader finds out that she can’t have kids. She thinks she’s fine with it, but seeing Bucky playing with Clint’s kids tells her otherwise; Oneshot

-Cobalt:
A requested fic ~ Bucky has a special present for Reader’s 19th birthday; Oneshot

-Strongman:
A requested fic ~ Reader finds out that she can’t go on the roller coaster at a theme park, so Bucky decides to make their own fun with the carnival stalls instead; Oneshot

-3 Weeks Late:
A requested fic ~ Reader thinks that she’s pregnant, but Bucky tell her that Hydra made sure he could never father children; Oneshot

-Tough:
A requested fic ~ Reader is a Robin Hood style vigilante who is forced to work at S.H.I.E.L.D. to avoid jail, but she can’t stop hitting the streets at night; Oneshot

-Sniffles:
A requested fic ~ Reader is really excited about going on her first official mission, but can’t go when she comes down with a cold. Bucky decides to stay behind to look after her; Oneshot

-When You Say It:
A requested fic ~ Bucky hates being called James, but Reader can’t stop herself from calling him his birth name; Oneshot

-Just Hold Me:
A requested fic ~ Reader is upset from receiving bad news. Bucky holds her and tries to comfort for; Oneshot

-Beauty And The Buck:
A requested fic ~ Reader and Bucky bond over a Disney marathon; Oneshot

-Like Lightening:
A requested fic ~ Based off ‘Powerful’ by Major Lazer feat. Ellie Golding; Oneshot

-Jealous:
A requested fic ~ Reader can’t hide her jealousy any longer; Oneshot

-Realisation:
A requested fic ~ Based off of the prompt: “Maybe you didn’t love me after all”; Oneshot

-Trauma:
A requested fic ~ Based off of the prompts: “Breathe, okay? Just breathe.” and “Don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”; Oneshot

-Rags:
A requested fic ~ Reader has to teach Bucky about periods for the first time; Oneshot



Steve Rogers:

-The Man For You (ModernAU):
Reader is torn between two men that couldn’t be more opposite; Part 1, Part 2

-Splitting Image:
Steve meets Claire, an assassin. She looks just like someone from his past; can he hold onto this familiar face?; Oneshot

-Handmade:
A requested fic ~ Based off ‘Shape of You’ by Ed Sheeran; Oneshot

-A Long Day:
A requested fic ~ Steve makes Reader feel better after a hard day of work; Oneshot

-Where were you?!:
A requested fic ~ Based off of the prompt “All I needed was you. And you weren’t there”; Oneshot



Peter Parker:

-Tutoring:
A requested fic ~ Peter Parker’s grades have been steadily dropping, and his principle thinks it’d be a good idea for him to get Reader to tutor him; Oneshot

-It Gets Better:
A requested fic ~ Reader struggles with depression, but she’s recovering. Until Peter and her breakup; Oneshot

-What Was It This Time?:
A requested fic ~ Based off of the prompts “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m always this awkward.” and “I can’t explain it right now, but I need you to trust me on this.”; Oneshot



Platonic:

-Subconscious Movements:
Reader has a secret ability, telekinesis, and is recruited into the Avengers. She doesn’t intend to tell them about her power, but a mission going bad forces her hand; Part 1 & Part 2

-I’m Ready:
A requested fic ~ Reader has powers. She ushers souls from the physical world over to the Eternal. She’s confronted with a familiar face; Oneshot

-Need A Hand?:
Reader is a psychologist sent to help Bucky recover after he comes out of cyro in Wakanda, but he has a little trouble with only one arm; Oneshot

-Put A Ring On It:
A requested fic ~ Bucky and Steve catch Reader dancing to Beyonce, and she decides to teach them some moves; Oneshot

-Pony:
A requested fic ~ Sam and Reader decide to crash a fancy dinner Tony is throwing, and liven it up with some dance moves; Oneshot

Old Friends (6/?)

Summary: y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?

Pairings: Sam Wilson x reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x reader

Warnings: sexual situation, angst, swearing .



  Steve refused to tell you any other information from the meeting, declaring it all “classified”.  What a dick.

  You still can’t believe the words that came out of his mouth. You and Steve bicker back and forth about what to do. He stands by his plan of going after Ross while you repeatedly call him an idiot. After about 10 minutes of this, you can’t handle the conversation anymore. You start to feel worn out, and the pain from your ribs starts to increase. You look around the room and the team looks so defeated. You sigh and try to ease your way back down to the couch.

   “This isn’t anyone’s fault, so stop looking like you all personally painted the target on me. This is because I called Ross out on the meeting. Maybe if I would have stayed quiet, then this shit show wouldn’t be happening. But I’m glad I said something, and I would do it again if I had to. Ross needs to pay for what he’s done. I don’t know anyone more perfect for the job other than you guys. You’ve taken down Hydra once, you can do it again.” You bring yourself back to your feet and face all of them adding , “So suck it up, Buttercups.” On that note, you leave and head straight to the infirmary.


 The past two days have been filled with the Avengers discussing how to approach the Ross situation, which included a lot of yelling. You try not to think of what could happen now that you’re apparently on a hit list. You keep flipping through things in your mind to distract you, like Bucky. I wonder if he’s thought about the kiss since it happened? Did he like it? Why hasn’t he done it again? What a dick. I’m not making  the first move again. If he doesn’t want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss him, it’s his loss.

  The meeting ends and still no plan was made.  You leave the conference room in need of a nap. You’re body is still healing, so you still get worn out from pushing yourself to do too much. Helen told you during your last check up that stress can affect your healing, so you’ve been trying to stay calm.  I don’t know how Bruce does it, I’d be hulking out every 10 minutes. You finally make it to your bed and get yourself comfortable enough to sleep.

 You wake up an hour later more exhausted than you were before you napped. How does that even happen? You go to the communal floor but it’s empty. Huh, weird. Usually at least one person is watching TV.

“FRIDAY, where is everyone?”

 "Some of the team is currently out on a unplanned mission. Sergeant Barnes, Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner are the only ones who stayed behind.“  Great, of course when I want to shower Nat and Wanda are both gone.  A plan pops up in your head.  What do I have to lose?

“Friday, where’s Bucky?”

“He is currently in his room reading. Would you like me to request for him to come to you?”

 "Yes, please.“

About 10 minutes later Bucky emerges from the elevator. He’s wearing navy blue sweats that hang low on his hips and form fitted white t-shirt. When he sees you sitting on the couch he plants himself next to you.

"Hey Doll, what do you need?” You. You blush from the thought but just smile and turn to face him.

   “Bucky you have to shower with me.” You didn’t say it as a question, it was a statement. A demand, actually.His eyes widen and his mouth opens and closes a few times like he’s trying to figure out what to say. You laugh and save him the trouble.

  “I still can’t lift my arms without pain and the girls aren’t here. I need a shower and I don’t really think Stark or Banner would be up for this. I mean, I could always ask them anyway.”  You act like you’re going to get up, but his response stops you.

“Don’t even think about it, Kitten. I’ll do it.”  A smirk spreads across his face. You wink at him and head towards the elevator.

  “Well, what are you waiting for, soldier?” You keep moving and can hear the patter of his feet as he sped up to get to you.

When you both were in the elevator, you could see the giant grin across his face. You roll your eyes. This is going to be great.

When the doors open on your floor, you both go straight to the bathroom in Sam’s room. Bucky turns the shower on so it can warm up and moves back in front  of you.

 "I won’t look below your face, Y/n. I promise.“ He reaches for the bottom of your shirt and pulls it up as he takes each one of your arms out slowly. Then he bends down and slides your pants off.You’re left in a solid colored bra and black panties. You know you’re blushing, but there’s no way your face is as red as Bucks. He stands up straight and goes to unhook your bra. As he reaches his arms around you, his face is barely an inch away from yours. You feel his breath fan across your face and you tilt your head up to his.

  "You know Buck, I never said you couldn’t look.” He just continues to gaze into your eyes as your bra comes undone. Your eyes don’t leave each others as you step back and let it fall to the floor.  You raise your brow at him, signaling him to take the final piece of your clothing off. He the slowly slides your underwear off, still looking up at you.  Your automatic reaction to being naked is to cover yourself. You have stretch marks on you that you usually hide. But with Bucky, there’s no reason to since he would never think less of you. He stands up straight and you take a step closer to him, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. He lifts his shirt over his head, dropping it into the pile of your clothes. You glance down, and take in a sharp breath. You’ve never seen him shirtless before, but it’s like staring at a masterpiece. He’s still looking at your face while you try to memorize everything about his body. You run your fingers over the lines of his abs, and down the V near his hips. You’re eyes trail up to where his metal arm connects with his shoulder. You can see he looks uncomfortable, like he wants to hide it. You close the distance between your bodies and place a kiss on his scar. You can feel him exhale when your lips make contact with his skin.

 "Don’t ever be ashamed Bucky, scars tell a story, whether it’s good or bad. It shows how strong you are and that you made it.“ You step back and trace over the darker stretch marks near your hips. His hands follow yours and lightly follow your path over them.

  "You really are beautiful Y/n, never feel otherwise.” You look up at him, sending him a small smile.

  “Take your own advice, Barnes.” You start to play with the top of his sweats, sliding your finger under them and following the band around his waist. He takes the hint and  strips them off.

You both take a minute to just look at each other. Your eyes follow the lines of the V on his hips, down the rest of the way. Your eyes go wide at the sight. Holy hell, he could fucking break me in half with that thing. I guess everything did get enhanced. You rest both of your hands on his hips and look up at him. You expect him to lean down for a kiss, but he runs his fingers along the line of your jaw, just smiling down at you. Are you kidding me, Barnes? Take a damn hint. You roll your eyes and he just shoots you a questioning look. You pout, and point to your lips. I don’t think I can be anymore obvious Barnes. He laughs, taking the hint, and leans down connecting his lips to yours. Just as soft as I remember. Your lips melt together, but you feel like you can’t get close enough. You push your body against his and tilt your head to deepen the kiss. You get lost in the feeling of his chest pressed against yours. Bucky moans into the kiss, his right hand lacing into your hair. He tugs a little, making you remove your lips to let out a breathy moan. You open your eyes and see a devious smirk spread across his face. Uh oh.

  He tugs it a little harder, and the sound that comes out of your mouth is anything but innocent. You feel your cheeks turn dark red and let out a nervous laugh. Bucky dips his face down to you neck and begins nipping and sucking, going from your neck down to your collarbone. You close your eyes at the feeling, never wanting him to stop. But right as you do, he removes his lips. What a fucking tease. You open your eyes to see his already on you.

  “Doll, maybe we should continue this in the shower? Before it runs cold.” He lets out a chuckle and you huff. He pulls you by your hand into the shower, closing the door behind you. You move yourself under the warm spray of the water, letting out a content sigh. You pull Buck under the water with you , he pushes back your hair so it’s out of your eyes and peppers kisses randomly over your face. Bucky washes your hair for you, rubbing your head when he applies the shampoo then the conditioner. It stays silent, just you two sending each other shy smiles. You feel all the stress peel away from your body every time he touches you. He keeps a light touch when he lathers your body wash over your ribs. He traces the outline of your bruises so gently you didn’t believe he’s actually touching you. You step closer to him and just lean your body against his . He wraps his arms around you keep yourself pushed against him. You push away from him after a minute, and he knows what you want. He leans down capturing your lips with his. The kiss starts off slow and sweet, but gets heated within moments. You dig your nails into his sides, trying to get yourself as close as you can. You can feel that he is rock hard , and it only spurs you on. You pull your lips away from his, and start making your way down his neck and chest. You can hear him take in a deep breath and feel him smile. You move your hand down and take him into you hand. You run your finger over the tip of his cock and he lets out a low moan. You start to pump his length slowly and he seals his lips against yours again. You can feel him moving his hips in rhythm with your movements. He licks at your bottom lip, and you can tell he want to go further but you keep your lips shut tight. He catches on, and you can feel him smiling against your lips. He weaves his fingers through your wet hair and tugs. You part your lips to moan, and he uses that moment to slide his tongue between them. He gently moves his tongue with yours, and you’re pretty sure you could get off just from kissing him. You feel his dick twitch and you know he’s close.

  “Let go, Buck.” Right after you finish saying that, the bathroom door whips opens and you hear Sam’s Voice.

 "NO ONE BETTER BE FINISHING ANYTHING IN MY SHOWER, YOU NASTIES.”  WHEN DID THEY EVEN GET BACK. But damn, way to blue ball your friend Wilson.You don’t say a word, just look wide eyed at Buck. Your cheeks are red from embarrassment and Bucky has a scowl on his face.

 "Sam, you have 2 seconds to get out and shut that door before I come after you naked.“   You hear the door shut, and let out a snort.

  "That would only happen to us.” Buck just shakes his head, and turns off the water.   

 You guys get out and make your way to your part on Sam’s floor. Bucky helps you into a clean shirt and new pair of underwear. He bends down to help you into a pair of pants and you just shoo him away. He lets out a playful laugh and puts his own clothes back on. You’re both standing there looking at each other. You look down and see Bucky’s hard again.

“Buck…” You take a step towards him, cupping your hand over his bulge. But his hand shoots out and grasps your wrist lightly to stop you. He doesn’t say a word, just leads you to your bed. He lays down as you ease yourself down next to him. He lays on his back and your carefully scoot yourself over so you’re resting your head on his shoulder. You ignore the slight pain in your abdomen, and lay your head on his chest while you tangle your legs with his. He put one arm around your shoulder, playing with your hair, and the other is drawing light circles on your bare thigh. This could have been sexual, hell you wouldn’t of minded it. If someone told you months ago that you’d be in bed just cuddling with Bucky Barnes, you’d laugh your ass off. You never thought you’d get to see a side of James Buchanan Barnes that wasn’t a flirtatious dick bag. But what was happening right now, this closeness and safety, you feel is something you haven’t felt before. You nuzzle yourself into the crook of his neck. You feel him place a kiss on your head and let out a content sigh. This is all I’ll ever need. He is all I’ll ever need.

Originally posted by lovershub


   It’s been almost 2 weeks since you and Bucky fell asleep together. Since then you’ve had a hard time not being near him. And it seems he has the same issue. You constantly crave his touch, even if it’s just his arm around you. Today, you were sitting in the tv room with most of the team, minus Tony and Steve. When you asked where they were, Bucky said they had a meeting with someone. You shrugged it off and just continued watching tv with everyone.

  About an hour later Steve and Tony show up. Steve picks up the remote from the table beside Sam and shuts the Tv off. Everyone’s eyes move from the screen to him. He stands back next to Tony and crosses his arms.

  “We came to a decision about what to do about the situation with Y/n and Hydra.” You have almost completely forgotten about that. Damn, how did that slip my mind? You stay silent, so does the rest of the team.

 Tonys gaze stays on the floor in front of him. Ah, making Steve deliver the bad news. Good move Stark.

  “It’s not safe for you here. They know where you are, so we don’t have any other choice but to relocate you to a safe house. It’s off record, so no one can hack us to find you.” You can feel your eyes well up with tears.

“Whose bright idea was this, Steve? Because it’s pretty fucking dumb to me. You plan on sending me somewhere alone when I’m on a fucking hit list? You know they will find me, they always seem to have a fucking way of getting what they want!” Your voice is loud and laced with anger. When Steve goes to respond, someone beats him to it.

  “It was my idea, and this isn’t a negotiation Miss Y/n, so stand down,” an unfamiliar voice says. You look behind Steve to see a man with an eyepatch and instantly recognize him. Nick Fury, I’ll be damned.

   “I’m not an Avenger, Fury. You have no dictation over me.” By now you’re standing in front of him. You feel a hand on your shoulder but you don’t turn.

 "Y/n, why don’t you hear them out a little more before you have a cow?“

 "Take your hand off me now, Sam.” He backs off, leaving you still in front of Nick.

  “Y/n, Hydra doesn’t play games. It’s only a matter of time before they find a way in here to you. Do you want to put your life and the teams in even more danger?” What is he talking about? I didn’t think it was possible for me to want to hate someone as much as Ross, but him and Fury are tied now.

   “So what Nick, you’re going to send me to some abandoned house, alone, in the middle of nowhere and pray they don’t find me? Hydra found their way into SHIELD, don’t you think they’ll be able to find me, too?” You try to keep the sass down but it’s getting harder to put a lid on it.

 "We have a safe house for people of special interest to Shield and the Avengers. You won’t be alone. It’s safer than keeping you here. This isn’t just about you anymore, it’s about the team. Do you think they can all focus on taking down Ross while there worried about protecting you here? Barnes wouldn’t even leave for the damn mission a few days ago so he could stay to watch you.“ At that last sentence you look over at Bucky. He stares at the ground but doesn’t deny what Fury says. I can’t believe him. Why wouldn’t he of told me?

 "The team could have been compromised because they were short a super soldier. So pull your head out of your ass, and do what’s good for everyone. Otherwise I’ll never understand what the team sees in you.” That hits you like a ton of bricks. He’s right. Fury turns to leave but you stop him.

  “When do I leave?” Your voice is quiet but he heard you.

 "The quinjet leaves in 20, so I’d start packing.“ He leaves. You don’t move, just stare at where he was standing. Bucky comes to stand in front of you, but you don’t even make eye contact with him.

   "I’m sorry. I didn’t even consider that you guys would be distracted by me being here. Fury was right, you guys can’t focus on the bigger picture while worrying about me.” Bucky goes to speak, but you walk away. You feel guilt overcome all your other emotions. You never considered the impact you’d have on the team by being here while Hydra is looking for you. I hate this. You make your way to Sam’s level and start packing clothes into a duffle bags. You remember how Tony surprised you and filled Sam’s level with all new clothes he ordered for you after the fire. He took care of you, and treated you like family. Everyone here treats you like family. Tears start to make their way down your cheeks when you realize how stupid you’ve been. You’ve managed to push Hydra and the situation out of your mind, but now it all seems to be hitting you at once. Hydra isn’t going to stop until they find me.

  When your bags are packed, you head up to the hangar. The team is already up there waiting for you. Now that it hurts less to raise your arms, you give each of them real hugs. You save Sam and Bucky for last. Sam pulls you into him, and you bury your face in his neck and let a few tears make their way out.

  “I just got you back Sammy,  don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone. I don’t want to have to kick your ass when I get home.”

 You shove your finger into his chest as you talk, making him wince.

  “I’ll come get you as soon as it’s safe, Y/n. It’ll be over before you know it.” You nod.

Alright, stay calm. When you get to Bucky, holding in the rest of the tears gets harder. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a searing kiss. He holds your body tight against his, his lips dancing with yours. This isn’t our last kiss, don’t make him feel like it is Y/n, cool down. You pull away, sending him a wink and smirk.

Originally posted by cutie---kisses

  “No kissing anyone else while I’m gone, Barnes. I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere.” A smile appears on his face.

 "I wouldn’t dream of it Kitten. Do us all a favor, and keep your attitude at a level two at this safe house.“

"I’m offended, you guys really think I’d ever go above a two?”

You get a group answer of “Yes” and start to laugh. You start walking up the ramp to the jet, but pause.

“I want you guys to know, I’ll miss you. And you’d better not die, or else.” You point your finger at them to heighten the effect of your threat. They all salute and wave at you, and you shake your head as you board the jet. The pilot introduces himself as John, a shield agent. You buckle yourself in and take off.

   “Hey John, won’t Hydra notice a giant jet leaving the tower if they are staking it out?”

 "The jet can camouflage itself, no one can see us.“ Thank God for technology.

  It feels like it’s been a while, but you don’t know how long it’s actually been. You had to trash your phone before you left, in case it was being tracked. So you have no form of entertainment, and John’s not exactly a bag of fun right now. You were playing with your fingers when the jet suddenly shook. And it wasn’t just like a little shake. It was like a fucking earthquake. If you weren’t buckled in, you would have been thrown to the other side of the jet. You hear John speaking into his comms.

 "Director, we’ve been hit. I don’t know who it is but I have an idea.”

How did they find us. so much for technology.

“John, how the fuck did they find us? I thought we were invisible!” He doesn’t answer, just keeps talking into the comms.

 You felt another huge shake, and then suddenly there was a hole in the side of the jet across from you. You try to scream, but can’t seem to find your voice. Terror takes over your body and before you know it, everything is black.


  You wake up feeling like you’re floating. But you soon realize someone is carrying you. You try to focus on your senses to figure out who it is. You don’t want to open your eyes and alert them that you’re awake. All you can hear is the sound of the person walking on what sounds like grass. And it smells like grass and trees. I’m somewhere outside, probably close to where the jet crashed. You move your focus to the hands that are holding you. You can’t really feel the one that’s on your back, but the one under your knees feels cold and slightly familiar. Bucky. Your pulse quickens at the thought of him. You open your eyes and see that it’s getting dark out, your head is near Bucky’s neck .

  “ Buck,” You breathe it out in almost a whisper. You turn and bury your nose in his neck, taking in a deep breathe. But the scent isn’t familiar. Bucky usually smells like coffee and hints of his cologne. The scent you just caught was more piney, and musty.

.“Sorry sweetheart, Bucky’s not here right now.” The voice was unfamiliar and sent chills down your body.

You went to push off the man, but your entire body feels broken. He looks down and you finally see his face. He has dark hair that was kind of styled, and brown eyes. He wasn’t bad looking, he had a couple scars scattered around his face. Where have I seen him before? I know this face. You must of looked like you were trying to figure something out because he spoke up.

  “I know Bucky very well, even better than I know Rogers.”

“Who are you? Why did you save me?” He doesn’t answer, just keeps walking. You see what looks like an army base ahead, and he walks through the front doors with you. There was a gurney waiting for you, along with men in black combat gear. You see the hydra symbol plastered on everything. Well Fuck .

  “You guys are real subtle aren’t you. Aren’t you suppose to be a secret group?” You look to the man that was carrying you and your eyes go straight to his metal arm. It’s just like Bucky’s. You feel tears about to fall but you hold them back. Now isn’t the time to cry, it’s the time to fight.

  Despite the pain shooting through your body, you start to thrash around on the gurney. You push against the restraints and curse loudly. Soon you stop resisting, and start chuckling. The man that carried you looks to you with a curious look.

“You know they’re going to come for me, and they are going to win. You stupid bastards won’t stand a damn chance.” A smirk falls onto your face. Stay calm, don’t let them see your fear.

“I can see what Barnes likes about you, you’re feisty. ” He pauses then adds, “I’m not surprised you don’t recognize me. I don’t exactly look like I did before I had a building dropped on me.” Your eyes widen. You remember Sam telling you about what happened in D.C.

Rumlow. Brock Rumlow.

“You…you died though? How is this possible?”

“Never underestimate Hydra.” He has a sickening smile.

Another soldier comes down the hallway. “Agent Rumlow the lab is prepped for her,” he says.

Rumlow bends down and whispers, “Welcome to your new home, Kitten.”

Originally posted by stellarspy

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I’m Home

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3, 261

Warning/s: Mentions of death, Shouting, Violence, Angst and a little Fluff

Summary: Reader got sick so Steve decided to put her out of a mission, but reader doesn’t like it and ended up having a fight with his best friend, Steve. Steve asked Bucky to take care of her (bringing all the fluff into the story).Eventually, feelings were revealed. (Whose feelings? You’ll know once you read it ;) )

A/N: This was previously uploaded in a different tumblr account, but she deactivated (and I miss her soooooo! :( ) so reuploaded it here. I submitted this for a Christmas drabble challenge wherein we right a fic based on a Christmas song. Mine’s Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer. (Y/N = Your Name, Y/F/N = Your Full Name)

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I Still...

[Summary]: At what point you thought that Tony didn’t deserve you, you couldn’t recall. You just somehow always felt that he deserved someone better. The only problem was, was that Tony still cared about you even after you left him.

[Pairing]: Tony x reader (mentions of others)

[Warning]: angst, drinking

Tagging: @bovaria @marvel-ash @just-call-me-mrs-captain @dividedwecantfall @buckysmetallicstump @mellifluous-melodramas @avengerofyourheart @buckyslion @metalarmproblems @marvelingatthewonder @beccaanne814-blog @mcuimxgine @capsbuchanan @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @that-sokovian-bastard @hellomissmabel @abovethesmokestacks @maybe-mikala @violentlyfarts @hymnofthevalkyries @after-avenging-hours @buckys-shield @callamint @redgillan @candyrogers @tragicalchemist @marvelous-fvcks @professionally-crazed @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @iwillbeinmynest @theassetseyeliner @lilasiannerd @aubzylynn @ourpeachskies @tatortot2701 @raegan-darling @nostalgic-uncertainty @marvelatthepeople

A/N: BSB gif was made by yours truly! Yep, another fic using the Backstreet Boys as inspiration… [x] It has some flashbacks that will be italicized and indented. This hurt to write just because I hate mixing Tony with angst (he deserves to be happy!) but this song just seemed to scream his name. Sorry for all the Tony feels! I will understand if you need a hug after this… 

Originally posted by thepunisher

Tony poured another shot of vodka in his glass. It was yet another sleepless night. He glanced at his phone when it lit up, thinking it was a response from you but it wasn’t. Just another notification from his lab computer, updating him on his project progress. He noticed the time as the phone dimmed to black; 3:15 am. 

These last six months have thrown Tony into a mess of restlessness, nightmares and non-stop work. He still couldn’t believe that after five months of dating, you just… left. It wasn’t like you didn’t love Tony, you certainly did, but you felt as though you could never love him the way he loved you and he deserved someone better.

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Tony Stark as a dad - headcanons

*feel free to add and tag me!*

This is compatible with whichever Tony-ship you want (superhusbands, ironpanther, pepperony, stuckony, ironfalcon, ironhusbands, etc)

Fuck the belief that Tony Stark would be a shitty dad just because of his father, because sometimes the victims of abuse want to be the exact opposite of their abusers. Also, I’ve seen so many art and fics going around about Tony being the irresponsible parent as to let his children do anything dangerous; we’ve already seen him interact with children in canon and he is nothing of the sort. So give me a Tony Stark who is wonderful with children, a natural when it comes to hang out with them because well, he’s a bit of a child himself. Give a Tony who is the kind of parent who is careful but also easy going, the kind of father who laughs at everything the baby/child does, you know, all those silly things.

The kid makes a face when they eat lemon? Give me a Tony who laughs his ass off as he gives the kid lemons and oranges to taste.

The kid laughs at the sound of ripping paper? Give me a Tony who gathers all the scrap paper around the house to spend hours ripping it and hearing the kid laugh their ass off.

Give me a Tony who gets a laundry machine just so the baby can sit on it and laugh when the thing vibrates as it works.

A Tony Stark who lets the kid use the very fancy lamp screen as a hat and toddle around the living room until they knock on something and fall on the carpet laughing.

Give me a Tony Stark who laughs himself hoarse as he makes the baby’s gums squeak with the pad of his finger.

A Tony Stark who doesn’t rush to the kid when they fall and overprotects them and forbids them to play again, but rather walks calmly, makes sure the kid isn’t hurt and gets them to stand back up, laughing at the whole silliness of it.

Give me a Tony who lets the kid jump on his bed and purchases a fuck ton of pillows to lie them around the floor just in case the kid falls.

A Tony Stark who’d take the kid of the beach and build a sand castle complete with towers and dungeons and then laugh when the kid decides to play Godzilla and destroy everything.

Give me a Tony Stark who baby proofs all his house but still manages for it to look stylish but still doesn’t care at all when said stylishness if ‘ruined’ by baby toy’s lying around the living room, or the kid’s drawings on the fridge, or the occasional plush toy lying on the couch.

A Tony who wouldn’t mind to say goodbye to the expensive marble floors of his living room and replaces them with soft, hypoallergenic carpet when the baby starts to learn how to crawl so they could do it freely without any restrictions.

Give me a Tony Stark who’d very gladly wake up in the middle of the night and slow dance in his pajamas while playing soft music with a very upset little baby cuddled to his chest because they’re teething.

A Tony Stark who sings their kid to sleep or whenever they have nightmares, instead of telling them ‘good, but go back to your room’, he pats the bed next to him and lets them cuddle up, no matter how tired he is or how early he has to up in the morning.

Give me a Tony who cracks up when the baby tries to take and eat the food from the pages of magazines, so he sits down with the baby on his lap and turns the page saying things like “Oh, look, cake, now that looks delicious” as the baby reaches with a pudgy hand and tries to eat it.

A Tony who sits down on the floor and draws and paints with the kid, maybe he’s getting some work done but since the kid likes to ‘help’ daddy, Tony gives them some scrap paper and sits down with them, and when he finishes he always tells them how much they helped him.

Give me a Tony who laughs his ass off when he catches the kid making a mess of himself and the carpet and the walls and the table with paint, because instead of yelling he would laugh and tell Jarvis to take photos and then take the kid for a bath and gently scrub the paint off their hair and each little finger and ‘how did you even get paint in your ears and your teeth?’

A Tony who gets a ton of cardboard boxes to build the kid a castle they can play in; he also orders styrofoam peanuts and dumps them all over the living room so the kid can play belief that it’s snow.

Give me a Tony who purchases a Roomba so the baby can sit on it and ‘travel’ around the room laughing and clapping.

A Tony who lets the kid decide what clothes to wear no matter his age or gender; if the kid wants to wear a dress and glittery shoes then he’d get him the prettiest dresses and shoes around, if the kid wants to wear shirts and shorts he’d just ask in what color and if they want cartoons on them, if the kid wants a chicken onesie he’d get them the cutest one, if the kid wants to go around naked then well, Tony would explain they couldn’t do it outside but that they can do all they want at home.

Give me a Tony Stark who would go out and play in the rain with the kid, making mud pies and all.

A Tony who’d gently nurse the kid when they get ill, and I’m talking about cuddles and slow-dancing and chicken soup.

Give me a Tony who is a kickass blanket fort architect who would build the most epic blanket forts ever, with soft pillows and blankets and tiny little lights and if the kid wants to live in a blanket fort for a few days that’s perfectly okay with him, hell, he might even sleep with them in there too.

A Tony who would give the kid all the love he has, all the hugs and cuddles and baby talk and silly pet names and all the kisses, kissing chubby cheeks and tiny hands and tiny little baby feet, and he wouldn’t just do it in the privacy of their home, no, he’d do it all the time no matter who was there, let the world know how much he loves the kid.

Give me a Tony who doesn’t care if the kid does or doesn’t turn out to be a genius like him, he still loves them all the same, he is extremely patient with them in a way his own father could never and would never be with him when he was a child. He’d leave everything and anything he’s doing if the kid needs or wants his attention; he’d pick the kid up when they want cuddles while daddy reads some important papers, Tony would take calls and have video calls with the kid whenever he has meetings or he has to go away on business trips, every single day without missing one.

A Tony who would give his kid the gender/sexual orientation/heathy, responsible, consensual sexual life (or lack thereof) talk without making them feel embarrassed and finish it off with a ‘no matter who you are or who you love I’ll always love you’.

A Tony who would patiently explain death to the kid and hold their hand and hug them as they cry when their first pet dies.

Give me a Tony who would laugh his ass off when the kid grabs his electric razor and shaves half of their head by accident because they wanted to shave like daddy in the mornings, he then would proceed to shave the rest of the hair off and explain to them that hair grows and how they can have it of any length and color they want.

A Tony who would give the kid crazy hairdos and beards and moustaches out of foam when it’s bath time.

Just give me a Tony Stark who’s such a good, loving, caring father to his children.

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Of Bucky

Requested Soulmate Universe!AU where everything your soulmate says is tattooed onto your skin until you meet them. AND I’M SORRY THIS TOOK A CENTURY AND A HALF TO POST. I’M A TERRIBLE PERSON.

Here is the prompt (x) and I totally wrote this entire thing listening to Bat for Lashes cover of Use Somebody

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Alive and Unchanged

Request: Can you please do one where the reader meets Bucky in the forties and they date then he goes to the army and she thinks he died and is all sad but it turns out the reader is immortal and she meets Bucky in the present time while she rides the train in New York

@frenchtherainbow

You had always known there was something wrong with you. Of course you knew, your parents encouraged you to keep it to yourself. When you fell down and scraped your knees on the cement and they watched the wound heal before their eyes. They were just as scared as you. You closed your eyes and you could still see your mother’s face.

“Baby, what you got is a gift from God,” she spoke to you, “but not everybody gon’ see it that way so you gotta keep it secret. They don’t like negroes as it is and a special one ain’t gon’ make them no happier.”

“Yes ma’am,” you’d uttered back, not understanding the gravity of who you were, and when you were. You were a little black girl in 1928, this country didn’t want anything to do with you, and yet you never felt bad for that occurrence. As you grew into your body and matured into a woman you stopped seeing changes in the mirror. At 18 you’d dived head first into the world of music, breathing life into clubs with jazz and blues. When your singing took you to Brooklyn you met the love of your life. He was sitting in the front tables with a scrawny blonde kid. Your mother told you about making eyes at white folks, and you knew it was dangerous business. Hell, that was part of the attraction. People in his world didn’t want you, they didn’t want to see you, but to you what they wanted was irrelevant. You were here, and that was just the truth of it. You chose a sultry song and let the weight of your hips sway side to side in a way you knew he’d never seen before. His eyes stayed on you, a smirk playing on his lips. You welcomed his gaze as you belted out notes you knew his ears had never heard and would never hear if you weren’t there. At the end of your set you headed home.

“Hey!” a voice called out and you stopped cold in your tracks. You turned, planting your feet, ready to fight if you had to. It was the man from the bar, that didn’t soothe you in the least.

“You sing like an angel,” he complimented.

“Thank you, sir,” you responded with a polite smile, though all of your muscles were tense.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, just wanted to pay my compliments to the best singer I’ve ever heard.”

“I’m there every night. Don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t,” he grinned, “you get home safely.”

“Same to you, sir,” you nodded and turned back around but you strained your ears listening for any sound of pursuit. There was no pursuit. You made it back home without upset. The next night the man was there and he smiled up at you from the front tables. You shook your hips and belted out your notes, sneaking glances and winks at him when you could. He always stopped you after your show, told you how good it was. In a few weeks he got your name out of you, and he gave you his. In a few more weeks he complimented your smile, and the way you swung your hips. After three months he’d meet you behind the club away from prying eyes and he’d kiss you until your knees were weak.

The last time you saw him it was the day before he was off to war.

“Bucky,” you murmured as his lips left yours. He looked down at you in concern.

“What’s that face about, doll?”

“You’re leaving,” you felt yourself about to cry and you bit your lip trying to hold back the tears.

“Don’t you cry over me, darling. Look at me,” he lifted your head with a finger under your chin, “I’ll be back before you know it. Until then keep an eye on Steve when you can spare it.”

You nodded slowly, not at all placated by his words. You had no reason to be, because he never came back, and eventually his friend Steve disappeared too. Time wore on and things changed, but you didn’t. You remained physically unchanged. You made a name for yourself with a line of clubs. You stayed in New York, it was home. Maybe part of you was hoping Bucky would come back, you’d never found love after him. You’d never found anyone who made you feel the way Bucky did, especially when you were up on stage. You stopped singing when he didn’t come back. It hurt too much being up there and knowing he’d never see you singing again.

Your clubs got popular, popular enough for Tony Stark to pop in. He’d heard about good food, atmosphere, and music. He made his team go with him, as a “team building exercise.” You still worked in your clubs despite not really needing to. It gave you something to do, and it was nice to talk to the regulars. Therefore when one of your servers came in hyperventilating about some celebrity you took it upon yourself to go out and do her job. You recognized the man, of course, and you greeted him and his friends.

“Hello, Mr. Stark, I-”

“Y/N?” a familiar voice interrupted and your blood went cold. You looked over at the owner of the voice.

“Steve?” it couldn’t be Steve, the muscular man sitting in the booth in front of you couldn’t be sweet little Steven Rogers. He had died in the war.

“You… you haven’t aged a day. How?”

“You’re supposed to be dead. You died in the war… with… with Bucky. You can’t-”

“Whoa, I am obviously missing something. Steve you know her?” Tony interrupted.  

“She’s a friend, a really old friend.”

“How old?” Tony asked looking back at you.

“You have to be what 97?” Steve looked at you confusion etched into all of his features. You just stared at him trying to comprehend that Steve, the little punk from Brooklyn was right in front of you. The punk you had to patch up after he tried to fight two guys twice his size.

“That’s impossible, she doesn’t look a day over 23.” Tony responded.

“I know, but it’s you, isn’t it?” Steve spoke to you and looking into his eyes told you this was real.

“You punk,” you were suddenly crying and you threw yourself at Steve who caught you in a hug. You sat down with them and let the rest of the employees handle the restaurant while you and Steve caught up, and you explained how you were still alive.

“Bucky… Bucky died didn’t he?” you had to confirm.

Steve slowly shook his head, “Some people got a hold of him for a while… and they made him a super assassin. I got him back though…he’s back at the compound.”

You looked up at him and felt a new wave of tears well up in your eyes, “Can I see him?”

“… He might not remember you.”

“What?”

“They brainwashed him. He didn’t remember me at first.”

“Steve I have to see him.”

Steve looked to Tony as if he was waiting for some response from him. Tony looked at the rest of the team. Within a few hours you were being escorted into Stark Tower. Steve came in with you to the room where Bucky was. You held his hand for support. As you walked in Steve pulled you slightly behind himself.

“Bucky, I brought someone to see you,” he announced. You peered underneath Steve’s arm and saw your Bucky. Only his hair was unkempt and he had a metal arm, but you looked into his eyes and you saw an echo of the boy who you’d sing for at night in that club. Steve moved out of the way to reveal you, and you watched confusion take over Bucky’s face, then recognition, finally settling on sadness.

“Y/N,” he spoke finally, “I remember you.”

Your only response was to sob and hold on to Steve to keep yourself from falling to your knees. He got up slowly and walked over to you as if you were a skiddish animal. When he was close enough you latched on to him in a bone crushing hug.

“Oh damn you,” you sobbed.

“I’m sorry, doll,” he murmured in your ear.

“I never stopped loving you,” you whispered back. At that he withdrew from you with a resolute look on his face.

“You can’t stay.” he spoke.

“What? No, why?”

“I’m not the same. I’m not good anymore.”

“Oh stop that. Steve told me, and I know what happened, but Bucky I don’t belong with anyone else. And if you think you’ll hurt me, you won’t, you can’t. I look exactly like I did back then because  I can’t change.”

“Doll,” he spoke and his voice cracked, “I’m no good for you, now.”

“Do you want me?” you asked.

“Of course I do, but I’m-”

“Then you have me. I don’t care about anything else. I’m here and you have me. I spent nearly 70 years thinking you were dead and that I’d never love again, don’t say you can’t have me. I won’t let you tell me who I can and can’t belong to.”

“You’re just the same,” he laughed a little, “you’re still as stubborn as ever, just like Steve.”

You closed the distance between the two of you and pressed your lips against his and you were back in home you had missed like no other.