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Imagine Pietro leaving you love notes around the tower - requested by sxlinanoir


You stared down at the small piece of paper that you found folded up next to the coffee pot. It had your name scribbled on the front of it in messy hand writing just like the last one. This was the third one you had found this week. The first one came when you were having a particularly tough day. 

You couldn’t seem to get anything right and wanted to cry out of pure frustration. It felt like one thing after another and a stressful training session, that included being knocked on your ass multiple times, hadn’t been the greatest way to end your day. You remembered fighting back tears when you unlocked your room. You dropped your jacket onto your bed and, in hopes of finding relaxation and comfort, you went to take a hot shower. But you stopped when you felt something crunch under your foot. 

You bent down and picked up a small piece of paper. You unfolded it and found the words, 

As long as you have at least one person caring for you, life isn’t a waste. So when things go wrong and you feel like quitting, please remember you’ve still got me.”

You smiled widely, and as silly as it was, you blinked back tears. That note had been exactly what you’d needed; a reminder that you weren’t alone and that everything was going to be okay in the end. 


The second came at a seemingly random time. You’d been laying on the couch in the lounge, watching a movie, with a bucket of popcorn on the end table next to you. Natasha was there and so was Wanda, her brother, Steve and Clint. 

You went to stretch out along the couch which ended with you putting your feet in Wanda’s lap, to which she protested.

“Oh what’s wrong?” You laughed. “You don’t like being my foot rest?”

“Not really.” She chuckled, pushing your feet onto the floor. You promptly put them back on top of her and gave her a smug look. “Damn it, (Y/N).” She reached over and grabbed a fistful of popcorn and threw it at you. This sparked the greatest popcorn fight you’d ever been apart of. You ended up heading back to your room with butter and popcorn kernels in your hair. 

You laughed to yourself as you got into the elevator. You reached over to push the button for your floor when you saw another note taped over the top of it. This one had your name written on the front of it. Curious, you pulled it off the wall and opened it up.

“They say you fall in love only once. That is a lie. Every time I look at you, I fall in love all over again.”

With a small smile, you folded up that note and slid it into your back pocket. Whoever was leaving you those little messages had definitely gotten your attention. You thought hard as to who it could be but to no avail.

Now, you stared at the small piece of paper in your hands and felt the corners of your lips twitch upwards. You opened it up and read,

“You’re the reason I’m breathing, but yet sometimes you take my breath away. I may be fast, but I never saw you coming. And I’ll never be the same. For the first time in my life, I want to take things slowly because I want to appreciate every moment, every little thing, with you that I can.”

You felt heat rising to your cheeks and your heart flutter. “I may be fast, but I never saw you coming…” Realization hit you just a second before a voice behind you spoke.

“I know they are cheesy,” he said. “But I couldn’t bring myself to approach you about my feelings.” 

You turned around and your eyes met his electrifying blue ones. “Pietro…” you whispered.

His cheeks were bright red as he scratched the back of his neck. “What do you say, dragul meu?

You shook your head and perched on your toes, placing a kiss on his warm lips. 


Translation:

dragul meu - my love

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requested by anon

You were crowded round the table, stuffing your faces until you felt like you were about to burst. It was wonderful; a Christmas with your superhero family.

“Oh,” Tony remembered, “I almost forgot about the presents… (y/n), I think you’ll like yours.”

You laughed as he stood and went to get them, “While I’m fetching everything, Thor sing us a Christmas carol.”

“I do not know such a thing but I can sing songs from Asgard.” Thor smiled widely.

“Good enough,” Tony shrugged.

blacksheepboybucky asked:

Imagine Steve taking a nap and waking up to find himself covered in Bucky Bears

He wakes up slowly, first noticing the sharp pain in his neck. He’s got to stop falling asleep on the couches. He reaches to stretch his arms and feels items shifting on him. He blearily looks around and sees a Bucky Bear lying on the ground near his head.

“What the hell?” Steve mutters to himself. He reaches for the stuffed animal when a cascade of more Bucky Bears fall to the ground. He twists his body to find it covered in Bucky Bears. They’re in the space between his back and the sofa, between the cushions, under his feet, and now on the floor.

Steve sits up, displacing a couple dozen of the small bears.

“Clint!” Steve yells, knowing there’s only one person who would have done this.

“Yeah Cap?” Clint asks. Steve whips his head around looking for the source of the noise. “Up here.” Steve looks up and sees Clint hanging out of the air vent.

“Why am I covered in Bucky Bears?”

“Well the real Bucky is out on a mission with Nat and Sam, so I thought you might miss him and want to wake up with him all over you.”

Before Steve can respond, Clint’s head is gone and he hears scampering in the ceiling. Steve takes a deep breath and gets up to figure out what the fuck he’s supposed to do with this many Bucky Bears.

Hello Gorgeous- Pietro Maximoff x Reader PT 7

Hey babes! Hope you like part 7! Message me if you have any questions about the story or myself! <3

Description: Reader is hurt in a fight, and she is taken into S.H.I.E.L.D for her injuries, and ends up being there longer than expected, gaining new friends and falling for a certain speedster.
Warnings: Swearing, Violence.

You and Pietro strode into the training room, in which you took a seat between him and Barton. Cap stood at the from of the room, next to Widow, and settled into the meeting.

“Alright guys, it’ll be a pretty clear week, no one has any training to do, so we would be completely of this week, if Tony hadn’t insisted that on Friday, we have a banquet, celebrating the addition of Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, Vision, Blue Jay, and Falcon to the Avengers.“ Everyone let out a small groan in protest. “Yeah, Yeah. I know. So feel free to mope around and do nothing for a few days, but just be ready for Friday.” Steve said, dismissing the group.

Wanda bumped her hip to yours. “Hey, want to help pick out each other’s outfits?” 

“Yep! I’m curling your hair, by the way.” You tease.

“What if I don’t want it curled?” 

“That’s too bad, then, isn’t it? Listen Wanda, I’m doing it whether you like it or not. Your hair is absolutely perfect for it, and you never do it. Like, ever.” You complain to her. 

Pietro dashes in front of you both. “Wanda, is she causing you trouble?” 

“Actually yes, perhaps you could do away with her?” Wanda smiles at her older brother.

“Hey! Wanda, I thought we were friends!” You shout.

“Pietro, take her away!” Wanda walks out of the room, following the rest of the team, leaving only you and Pietro. You knew there was nothing you could do, because before you had the chance to think of an escape plan, you were already in Pietro’s arms, being basically shipped up to your bedroom. Pietro threw you on the bed, turning and slamming the door.

“Hey asshole, let me go!” You giggled, trying to push past him, as he was leaning against the door.

“Nope! This is what you get for messing with my sister. The worst possible punishment. Stuck in a room with me.” He said maniacally.

“That is pretty terrible!” You agree. “But you seem to have forgotten.”

Pietro chuckles, crossing his arms. “What could I have possibly forgotten?”

“That I, can do this.” You say, lifting a finger to trigger Pietro to raise up off of the floor. 

He facepalms himself in the air. “Damn it.” You held him in his position, swinging open the door with a wiggle of your fingers, walking out, and slamming the door behind you. You hear Pietro struggling to reach the ground, and that gives you an opportunity to speed off, using his usual strengths. You sat there a moment, only letting Pietro circle your brain, then, when you felt fully tuned into him, you dropped him, bolting off towards the entertainment room. You knew he was gaining on you, so you swerved, taking a turn down a different hallway. It didn’t take long for him to catch up again, leaving you only one more option. You stopped harshly, and Pietro passed you by. Zooming quickly, you headed back to the housing area. You swung open Wanda’s door, jumping onto her bed.

“Wanda help! Your brother is attacking me!” You cried, Wanda looking unamused as she stood near her closet. Pietro bolted in, leaping onto the bed as well, letting his hands wander to your sides to tickle you. 

You kicked the air, screaming, “Wanda, help me I’m dying!”

She let herself smile a bit. “You guys are too cute. Now leave, I have to clean up my room.”

Pietro groans. “Ughh, fine!” and before you know it, you are swooped up and taken to your room again. “So, we’ve got until Friday to do whatever we want. Do you want to,..” He paused, eyes wandering to the floor. “Is that my shirt?” He raises an eyebrow. 

You spot the royal blue t-shirt on the ground. It obviously was, it read his last name on the back in capital letters across the shoulders. “Oh, that? Um, yeah. It is.” You blush.

“Why is it in here?”

“I uh, well, uh, I stole it.” Your pitch got higher, and you scratched your neck.

“Why?” Pietro smirked.

“Because it’s comfy. And baggy, and good to sleep in. and it smells nice.” You ran a nervous hand through your hair.

“You mean it smells like me?” He would never let you live this down.

You coughed. “Maybe.” 

Pietro’s smile widened. “You should keep it. I’m sure it looked better on you anyway.”

“If it helps with the fact that I stole from you, maybe I should tell you that the only thing that I wear with it are panties.” You flirt.

Pietro was the one nervously putting his hands in his hair now. “Uh, well, you know, I haven’t actually seen if it looks better on you, so I’m going to need to make sure before I give you the shirt.”

“You’re disgusting.” You snicker, throwing a pillow from your bed at him.

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The next morning

You wake to the door closing before you could see who had been in. On the foot of the bed, you see a stack of 3 shirts, a note on top saying, “Who wore it better? -P” You smile, stretching out your arms. 

Later, you walk down to the kitchen in your pajamas to get a cup of coffee. (The shirt you stole from Pietro, and some white pajama shorts you had slipped on before leaving your room.) Speak of the devil, he sits at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal.

“Nice shirt.” He comments.

“Thanks, a cute blonde boy gave it to me.” You say over your shoulder as you prepare a coffee pot.

“So did you and Wanda select your outfits form Friday?” He attempts to make conversation.

“No, but do you really care?” You smirk.

“Hey, I could get into fashion.” He spoons more cereal into his mouth. You scoff at him. 

Vision approaches the kitchen, Pietro practically growling at him. 

“What’s up with you two?” You ask.

“Well, he is mad, because Wanda and I are going to be attending the banquet, as each other’s dates.” Vision answers.

“Aww Pietro, you’re so protective. What’s so bad about Vision?” You sip your newly made coffee.

“He’s taking my sister on a date.” His eyebrows droop.

“Yeah, well, you’ll also be at the place where they’ll be.” You remind him.

“That does not matter. What matters is that she is my sister, and I am the only person she has to protect her. I do not want her to be hurt.” He raises his voice.

“I would never hurt your sister, you know that!” Vision points out.

“Hmph.” Pietro said, clearly having nothing else to say.

—————

Midweek 

“Wanda, you ready to pick out dresses?” You hurry to catch up to her in the hallway. 

“Sure. A chest full of them was sent up to my room yesterday.” She tells you, and you both head there.

Wanda tries on multiple dresses, including a hot pink one that had holes cut on her sides, an open back, and a low neck. “If I wear this, Pietro might just peel off his own skin just to have something to cover me with.” Wanda mentions, making you giggle.

You end up trying on just about three dresses, then going back to the first one you picked. “It’s black, like my soul.” You joke.

—————

The rest of the week flies by, since most of it was spent lying around and watching Netflix with Wanda. 

Friday morning 

“You ready to dance? I’m going to have to kidnap you sometime tonight so that I can show you my moves.” Pietro tells you over breakfast.

“Yeah, I’m just hoping that Tony didn’t invite a bunch of people we don’t know. We’ll have to learn so many names, and I can guarantee you all of them will be old, so if you can’t find me for that dance, I’ll probably be at the bar.” You rest your head on the table.

“I did hear that Thor will be there. Don’t you want to meet him?” He asks.

“Well sure, Pietro, but that’s one person, or god, out of the whole party that I’m actually waiting to meet.” You explain.

“I don’t think it will be that bad.” He sips his cup of orange juice.

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That’s part 7! A little dull, I must admit, but part 8 will be full of excitement, so I guess you could say this is the calm before the storm, lol. I will try to have it up tonight hopefully! Who’s as excited for the banquet as I am?

-Tori

i had a horrible nightmare that black widow and the hulk were in a terribly forced relationship and everyone online was super pissed off and uncomfortable about it because all of our hopes and dreams about black widow and hawkeye were abruptly crushed because he had a random pregnant wife with kids who were way too old and they all lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere and to top it off someone that I grew to really love sacrifices himself for a small irrelevant kid and dies.  but then i woke up and…… oh wait.

But imagine Wanda Maximoff and baby Nathaniel Pietro Barton. Imagine how Wanda must’ve started quietly crying when Clint pulled her aside and told her what the baby’s name was. Imagine Wanda being totally hesitant to hold Nathaniel for the first time, because he’s this little newborn and she’s had no experience with babies and no experience being gentle, but Clint gives her this reassuring smile and sits her down and puts Baby Nathaniel in her arms and then she gets addicted to carrying him. Whenever she visits the Bartons with the rest of the Avengers, she’s always the first to carry Baby Nathaniel right out Laura’s arms, or sometimes is second to Natasha carrying him, and she’ll coo with him and feed him from bottles and play with him and float his toys around and watch his eyes totally sparkle, and she’ll fall asleep on the floor with him or on the couch with him in her arms. Clint and Laura ask her to be a godmother and she holds her breath as she nods because she’s too choked up to say anything. And Baby Nathaniel becomes totally attached to Wanda, is always tugging on her hair and her shirt and reaching for her when he’s not fussing for his parents. When he’s a little older, he’ll exclaim “Auntie Wanda!” as soon as he sees her and runs right into her arms. And he’ll always ask her to play magic tricks with him. And he’s a speedy little guy, always on the go and running and tripping over his own feet and asking Wanda to run and play with him, and it brings tears and laughter to Wanda because this little boy reminds her of her brother a little bit and she’s sure Pietro would’ve loved this kid.