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– and FIN. I’ll confirm the number later, but I believe I finished at 126 images in 2 months, outside of ‘work’.

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Dialogue Prompts

I know I haven’t posted much. But my life has nothing but stress the last month or so. I started school again after having to take a break for health reasons. So I’m making sure I don’t need to do that again. In stress of my life I have lost all inspiration to write old requests. So I made new list to get back into writing! So please request away! :)

Originally posted by dailyhappylife

1.    “Mom says if you blow up the house she’s gonna put you for adoption.”

2.    “I don’t have a licences to kill. I have a learner’s permit.”

3.    “I didn’t do it…. Oh wait that? … Oh, that I did do.”

4.    “You’re a psychopath.” “I prefer creative.”

5.    “Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there.”

6.    “Are you always this stupid, or is this a special occasion?”

7.    “You gotta stop doing that.” “Doing what?” “Things that make me wanna kiss you.”

8.    “Excuse me, I have to go make a scene.”

9.    “Why are they all afraid of you.”

10.  “Wow somebody needs a happy meal.”

11. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four.”

12.  “Oh my god, you’re in love!”

13.  “Can I kill him?” “No…” “Just a little bit?”

14.  “Technically it wasn’t on fire.” “Of course it wasn’t on fire! you completely blew it up!”

15.  “Hand over the girl!” “Not gonna happen.”

16.  “This is why we can’t have nice things!”

17.  “Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?”

18.  “Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything.” “Don’t care, Shut up.”

19. “This weather is almost as cold as my heart.”

20.  “Well ‘scuse me, your Grand High Fluffiness.”

21. “So you’re the guy who saved my life?”

22.  ‘Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”

23.  “When is a monster not a monster?” “When you love it.”

24. “You know they’re gonna use the things you love against you.”

25.  “Where is he!” “My lady…” “Answer me!”

26.  “Wanting McDonald’s is not an emergency.”

27.  “Did I say you could make me have feelings for you?”

28.  “I love you.”

29.  “Don’t leave me,”

30.  “Fuck it.”

Request here :) 

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Note: ahh, smut warning? kinda long? let me know if you guys want more smut moments before this ends! (it’s my first smut, so be prepared, hehe) yay, chapter 6! i’m glad you guys are enjoying this! please, leave feedback! thank you! .c

Bucky x Reader

/Mission Impossible Part 6/

Originally posted by theworldofshipping801

The next morning, I woke up to Bucky pulling me into his chest. I slowly opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the sunlight shining down on the tent. I smiled a little, remembering last night. Then I sighed, wondering what Bucky and I were to each other now.  

I felt like he was trying to tell me he had feelings for me, but I wasn’t sure. I know what happened to my parents wasn’t his fault. It was all Hydra. So I couldn’t really blame him even if I wanted to. I knew a part of me didn’t get too close to him for that reason. Now that it’s sort of out of the way, do I really HAVE to hate him?

Thing is, he did in fact annoy me. I don’t know what it is about him. Maybe I have feelings for him, too. Wait, what? Did my brain actually form such a thought? No way. I mean, the sexual tension is just so I’d get a rise out of him. Not because I enjoy it. Well, I do but ONLY because he gets so flustered.

Bucky is an attractive man, there’s no denying it. But could we really be friends? Is that possible? What about more than friends? I shook my head at the thought. Then I was reminded that we were basically cuddling as I think about this. And I swear I could feel him against my thigh. 

I carefully shifted around, accidentally bumping against his…very hard member. I heard Bucky groan and bury his face further into my neck. It sent a shiver down my spine and I bit my tongue, moving away just a tad. He pulled me back in, even closer now and he moaned against my shoulder. I tried to not laugh and I shook his arms around my waist. 

I felt Bucky sigh and his hand inched up my waist and onto my stomach. “Bucky?” I called, leaning over to peek at him. He was sound asleep, a light snore emitting from his mouth. I rolled my eyes and smiled. Then, my brain sparked with a wonderful idea.

I shoved my ass back against his hard-on. I felt his breathing slightly pick up, a small groan escaping his lips. I pushed back into him again and his hips jerked into mine. I bit my lip, ignoring the goosebumps that were now present on my skin. “Bucky!” I whispered, trying to wake him.

He mumbled and ground his hips into my ass, my mouth slightly falling open at his size. My face turned red and I decided that this was not such a good idea now. “Y/N.” Bucky moaned out, his hand all of a sudden gripping onto my breast. I whimpered and struggled to get out of his hold.

Bucky pulled me closer, now wrapping his leg around mine. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to blow in my boxers.” He mumbled into my neck, his voice sending a shiver throughout my body. My face got hotter and his arms loosened up. I breathed out and was finally able to get out of his grip. “You were, uh, I just needed to, uh.” I couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

I watched Bucky chuckle deeply and he opened his eyes, squinting at the sunlight. “I’m sorry.” He smiled. I smirked and shot him a look. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Bucky questioned, moving his hand under the sleeping bag. I gasped. “Bucky! I’m right here!” I yelped, covering my eyes.

Bucky chuckled, moving to lay on his back. “I’m only adjusting. Although, those pretty lips of yours look very inviting.” He said, his voice hoarse from sleep. I gasped and looked at him with wide eyes. I looked away, embarrassed. “Close your mouth, sweet cheeks. It’s only exciting him even more.” Bucky said, rubbing down his face with his flesh hand.

I did as he said and moved to unzip the tent. His shirt was slightly rising up my thighs and I heard him groan behind me. “Where are you going?” Bucky asked. “Just to brush my teeth, I guess.” I said, standing up. “I like my shirt on you. God, and that lace!” Bucky grunted in frustration. I giggled and walked out over to my bag.

I started brushing my teeth, my mouth feeling cleaner and smelling fresh. I got back in the tent after and Bucky’s hand was moving under the sleeping bag at a fast pace. His face was contorted in pleasure, labored breaths coming from his plump lips.

I gasped, startling him. His face got red and he stopped his movements. “Come on, Bucky!” I said, looking anywhere but at him. He smirked, his hand stopping. “I was trying to.” I rolled my eyes but laughed at his sultry tone. Bucky sat there, watching me.

I sighed and looked around, not sure what to do. “So should I-” I trailed off, standing near the tent opening. Bucky cleared his throat and nodded. “Unless you want to help.” He winked at me and I rolled my eyes. I acted like I was thinking about it, biting my lip.

Bucky looked my body up and down and I could see his hand start moving again, but slower. My face got red and I groaned softly. “Bucky, are you serious?” I asked, nervously tucking my hair behind my ear. He nodded, licking his lips. “Mmhm.” He groaned. I stifled a giggle and left the tent, leaving him to do his business.

The mood between us felt different now. And what the hell was that? He was literally pleasuring himself to me and I didn’t knock him out. Something was very wrong and yet very right. I shook my head, needing to distract myself.

I walked to the car and got my phone out. I was thankful that Tony had slightly upgraded Steve’s little car so I could charge my phone, at least. I didn’t really need it, but it let us keep contact with the team. Saying that, I had a text from Steve and he was asking how we were doing. I sighed, typing back that things were alright.

Things were alright. Not just okay, but after last night, I started to feel closer to Bucky. I remebered that we had three questions left of our little 20 Questions game. I figured I should just lay it out in the open and ask Bucky how he really felt about me.

Another part of me, the biggest part, wanted nothing to change between us. I was comfortable keeping my distance from Bucky. After these past few days, though, I know that can’t happen anymore. We’ve both opened up and we can’t escape this now.

Maybe it’s safer that we just continue to hate each other, though. Who am I kidding? I don’t hate Bucky. Yeah, he annoys me, but have I been masking my feelings towards him? Do I actually just like him and I’ve gotten his little annoying antics confused with utter fascination? That’s impossible.

Bucky walked out of the tent with a smug smile on his face. I rolled my eyes and my face flushed with the thoughts of what he was doing. No doubt thinking of me while doing so. Bucky looked at me and grinned, gathering some clothes to change into for the day.

I grabbed mine and my bag, slipping on my flip flops. We both headed out to the waterfall to bathe.

Bucky and I were now eating lunch. I decided on an apple while Bucky is finishing his second bag of chips. I laughed, watching him tilt the bag over his mouth, crumbs falling all over his shirt. Some fell to the ground where he was standing and I shook my head, throwing my apple core into the fire. “Nice going, idiot.” I said, giggling.

Bucky looked over at me, glaring at me playfully. “We have three more questions, you know.” I said, looking over to my hammock to avoid his eyes. The rain had soaked it last night and the sun was drying it, but it was still damp. I turned back to Bucky and he was rubbing his chin. “You can ask me anything you want.” I added quietly.

I started getting nervous the longer Bucky took to think of a question. I started picking at the skin around my fingernails and Bucky looked at me. “What would you do if I kissed you?” Bucky asked. My breath hitched in my throat and he walked over to me, sitting beside me on the bench.

Bucky was looking down at me and my face was no doubt red as a tomato. “Wh-what?” I asked, looking up at him. Bucky shifted closer, reaching his hand out to grab mine. “You heard me, Y/N.” Bucky said, searching my eyes. “I-I would kiss you back, I guess.” I said softly. Something in me was screaming to run away, leave him, go.

Another part was begging for his lips to touch mine, to pull him closer, hold onto him for dear life. My heart started racing faster as Bucky started to lean into me. I watched his lips pull at the corners, a smile threatening to show. He finally closed the distance between us and I gasped, closing my eyes.

Bucky’s hand moved up my arm, to my neck, and rested on my cheek. His thumb rubbing against the redness. His lips were soft and plump. Mine moved with his slowly and he tilted his head, deepening it. I hesitated but brought my hand up to his hair, slightly tugging. A groan escaped his mouth and I pulled away, gasping for air.

I looked at Bucky and my heart jumped in my chest. Bucky was breathing as fast as I was and his eyes were on my lips. “That was-” I started, but lost my train of thought. “Did you feel anything?” Bucky asked breathlessly. I did feel something. Every doubt I had in my mind had been wiped out. “I did.” I said, catching my breath.

Bucky smiled and nodded. “I did, too.” Bucky leaned in again but I held my hand up on his chest. “Bucky, what does this mean?” I questioned, my voice barely over a whisper. He dropped his hand down from my face and licked his lips. “It means that I want more with you, Y/N. I didn’t realize it at first, but I think I like you.” Bucky said with a whisper.

My heart jumped in my chest and I looked into his eyes. My lips tingled, wanting his to stay on mine forever. “I think I’ve liked you since the day I met you, Y/N.” Bucky said, resting his metal hand on my knee, lightly squeezing it. I breathed out a shaky breath. “What do you mean?” I asked.

Bucky smiled and I swear he was blushing. I brought my legs up onto the bench, wrapping my arms around my legs against my chest. “Remember the day we met?” Bucky asked, lightly chuckling. I nodded, remember that day very clearly. Despite Steve knowing what happened with my parents and all, he still wanted Bucky and I to like each other. “Well,” Bucky started.

-Flashback Bucky’s POV-

Today is the day I finally meet Steve’s best friend and the new Avenger, Y/N. She’s still pretty new and I was now comfortable with moving into the tower. Things were easier and I was okay with living with the team. Steve was excited for me to meet Y/N. So much so, she’s all he has been talking about this morning.

Steve was wiggling in his seat, his hand tapping on the steering wheel. “Steve, calm down.” I said, chuckling. Steve smiled. “I’m just really excited. But remember, she can be a little sarcastic and closed off.” Something in Steve’s voice made me nervous, but I shook it off. “She isn’t, like, afraid of me, is she?” I asked.

Before Steve could answer, we pulled up into the garage. We got out and walked over to the elevator, taking it up to the common room where Steve had everyone meet up. I wiped my sweaty hand on my pants, sighing out. “You’ll get used to her.” Steve said with a small smirk.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Steve and I walked out, and a bright yellow dress caught my attention. I gasped a little, seeing a small girl running towards Steve. Her hair bounced as she ran and her smile was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen. “Steve!” She yelled, jumping into my best friend’s arms.

I ignored the gnawing feeling at my chest and watched them closely. “Y/N!” Steve yelled back with the same excitement, holding her by her neck and underneath her thighs to support her. That’s Y/N? Holy shit. Steve never said she’d be this beautiful. I walked closer, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

Steve set Y/N down on her feet and she turned to me. My eyes raked down her body as she walked towards me and I cleared my throat, looking back up to her eyes. “You must be Bucket.” Y/N said, smirking at me. I heard Sam snort. “It’s Bucky.” Something told me she knew my name very well, though. “I assume you’re Y/N.” I said, extending my flesh hand.

Y/N smiled and shook it. “It’s nice to meet you.” I nodded and tried not to look at her breasts peeking out of her yellow sundress. Did she have to wear yellow? I internally groaned, keeping my eyes on her face. “Steeeve, you didn’t say you were bringing home a giant.” Y/N whined after turning away from me.

The room filled with laughter. Steve chuckled and shook his head. “Y/N, you’re just really short.” I chuckled now, watching her roll her eyes. My eyes fell to her ass, the dress hanging perfectly over it. I bit the inside of my lip, wondering what she’d look like with it hanging over my mid-section with her on my-“Bucky?” Y/N asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I hummed, raising my eyebrows. “I said can I call you Bigfoot?” She smirked, crossing her arms. I knew what Steve meant about his little friend now. “Well, sure. As long as I can call you the girl with the nice ass.” I winked at her, enjoying this little back and forth game. Y/N scoffed, furrowing her eyebrows.

She was sexy when she got riled up. I’m going to enjoy this a lot. Y/N stomped over the elevator. “Oh and I love the color yellow. I love you in yellow even more!” I called out, hearing everyone laugh behind me. I heard Y/N groan. Steve walked over to me and patted my shoulder. “I told you.” He snickered. I nodded my head, excited to get to know Y/N better.

-Flashback End-

I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. Bucky was holding his stomach, catching his breath. “I just knew we’d be at each other’s throats from that day on. But I really did fall for you, Y/N.” I caught my breath and sighed, a smile playing on my lips. “I never wore yellow again.” I said, giggling. Bucky nodded. “I love that color on you.” Bucky muttered softly.

I blushed and rolled my eyes. “I used to get annoyed when you rolled your eyes but now I find it cute.” Bucky chuckled. “What changed?” I asked, nervously playing with my fingers. “I told you, I fell for you. I did from the first day I met you.” I nodded. “Yeah but, what are we going to do?” I asked.

Bucky moved closer to me, if that was possible. He placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, slowly rubbing the back of his finger against it. “I want you to be mine. If that’s too fast or too much, I understand. Being able to hold you last night, it made me feel whole. I haven’t felt whole in years, Y/N. Years.” Bucky said, resting his forehead against mine.

I sighed, rubbing his cheek with the pad of my thumb. “I think I like you too, Bucky.” I whispered. Bucky smiled and pulled back, kissing my forehead. “Steve was right.” Bucky said, shaking his head. I looked up at Bucky, confused. “What was he right about?” I asked, curious.

-Flashback Bucky’s POV-

It was currently 4:13AM. I had woken up from a nightmare and Steve was making me some sleepytime tea. It wouldn’t help that much, but I enjoyed it. I sighed, holding my head in my hands. “Here.” Steve said gently, handing me a cup. I took it and sighed. “Do you want to talk about it?” Steve asked, sitting down beside me on the couch.

I took a sip of my tea and nodded. “I just don’t know why she hates me.” I said, thoughts of Y/N running through my mind. Steve  was silent for a moment. “I meant about your nightmare.” Steve said, a smile on his face. My cheeks turned red and I sighed, shaking my head. “But she doesn’t hate you, Buck.” Steve added.

I set my cup down on the coaster and turned to Steve. “Since day one, she’s annoyed me and I’ve annoyed her. We can’t be in the same room together for more than two minutes.” I explained, trying to keep my voice down. Steve sighed, furrowing his eyebrows. “You guys have this little game going because you don’t want to confront your feelings.” Steve said, his words making sense.

Do I like Y/N? Maybe I do. I enjoy her company, but I can’t help but get annoyed at the things she says or does. “You’ve been through a lot, as has she. You guys are closer than you think. There’s something about her you’ll find out one day that’ll make everything clear. More for her than you, but even then.” Steve said, resting his elbows on his knees.

I looked at him confused. “What do you know, Steve?” I asked. He sighed. “You’ll find out one day. But she doesn’t hate you. I know Y/N and I know you. This back and forth game, it’s infatuation covered up by bickering. Neither of you want to open up and reveal the darkest parts to one another.” Steve sighed, looking at me.

What he was saying is true. After everything I’ve been through, I can’t open up to someone in an intimate way, but it was slowly happening with Y/N, whether I liked it or not. “When she walks in a room, my heart races. I think about what witty thing I’m going to come back with, just so I can see her pout. It’s the cutest thing, Steve.” I gushed like a little school girl.

Steve chuckled. “It is. But the longer this bickering goes on, the harder it’ll become. Just don’t push her too far away. You both need each other and you’ll see that soon.” Steve stood up and gave me a pat on the shoulder before walking out of the common room.

-Flashback End-

I bit my lip. “That day has come and past. It was my parents. That’s what held me back. I knew what you-he-did, but I couldn’t bare the thought of it.” I said, tears filling my eyes. Bucky pulled me into his lap. I rested against his chest, my head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. If I could go back, change everything, I would.” Bucky said, his voice breaking.

I nodded and played with the button on his blue Henley. “It’s okay, Bucky. I know it wasn’t your fault. It was just, having to see you everyday, and the bickering..” I trailed off, Bucky nodding. “And after all this time, Steve was right. I was keeping my feelings hidden and now that I’m here with you,” I sat up and pulled away, looking at Bucky, “I fell for you, Bucky.” I said, tears falling from my eyes.

Bucky pulled me in, crashing his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his hands pulled me closer, holding onto my waist. “You’ve opened me up and I swear I’ve never felt more alive.” Bucky said, his lips brushing against mine. I looked into his eyes, tangling my fingers in his long locks. He wiped my tears and held me close.

I placed a kiss on Bucky’s collarbone, making my way up his neck. I felt his pulse quicken and his head tilted back, his hands gripping onto my flannel. I smiled and gently bit his earlobe, making him moan. “Y/N, if you keep going, I won’t be able to hold off much longer.” Bucky said breathlessly.

I pulled back a little, kissing his jawline, my lips rubbing against the stubble. “Don’t.” I whispered, my heart beating wildly in my chest. Bucky looked down at me and exhaled sharply. In one quick motion, he stood to his feet and carried me to the tent. He quickly dropped to his knees, placing me on the sleeping bag.

He hovered over me and kissed me, holding himself up. I moaned into the kiss, my cheeks turning red at the sound of myself. I felt Bucky smirk against my lips and he pulled away. “That was hot.” He said, his lips barely ghosting over my neck. I giggled softly and felt his hands reaching under my flannel. I watched him and he pulled back, looking down at me.

Bucky bit his lip, unbuttoning the bottom button. “May I?” He asked, ubuttoning the next one. I nodded, watching. Bucky smiled and slowly made his way up my flannel, kissing along my stomach as he went. His stubble tickled but I loved it. Bucky opened my flannel and breathed out, looking at my yellow bra. “Fuck.” He muttered, slipping my flannel over my shoulders.

I sat up and pulled it off, dropping it to the side. Bucky gently laid me back down. He kissed my neck again and placed kisses all along my collarbone, making his way to my breasts. I whimpered and closed my eyes, his metal fingers tracing along the curve of my breast. “Bucky, do something.” I whimpered again.

I heard a low growl in his throat and he leaned down, licking a stripe in between my cleavage. I gasped at the warmness of his tongue. Bucky peeled my bra straps down my shoulders and I arched my back so he could unclasp it. He tossed it to the side and looked at my breasts. “Just as beautiful as the first time.” Bucky whispered.

I blushed and moved my arms across my chest. Bucky groaned in protest, grabbing my wrists. “None of that, princess.” Bucky said, leaning down to take one of my hardened nipples into his mouth. I gasped out, running my fingers through his hair.

Bucky’s metal hand traveled down my side, stopping at my pants. He unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down. He leaned over to my other breast, giving it the same attention as the other. I moaned, biting my lip. I slipped my pants off for Bucky and started to pull at the hem of his shirt.

I was exposed all but my black lace panties covering me. Bucky released my nipple with an obscene noise and yanked his shirt over his head. I gasped at seeing his toned body and bit my lip. He then slipped off his pants. My eyes trailed over to his scar and he bent down, kissing along my stomach once more. Bucky’s fingers dipped into the top band of my panties and slowly tugged them down.

I lifted my hips up so it’d be easier for Bucky. He groaned and came face to face with my pussy. I slowly closed my legs but his hands stopped me from doing so. “Baby doll, it’s okay. It’s just me.” Bucky whispered, placing kisses on my knees. I giggled softly. “That’s the point.” I said, my face getting red again.

Bucky smirked. “I’ll do that another time, then.” He playfully nipped at my knee and spread my legs again. I leaned up and I could see a rather big buldge in his boxers. I bit my lip and he rested back on his knees. “May I?” I asked, reaching for his underwear. Bucky chuckled and nodded. He let me slip his boxers off and I gasped at his size.

I looked up at Bucky, my mouth open. “Bucky, I don’t think-you’re huge-I couldn’t possibly-” I stumbled over my words. He chuckled and reached for my hand. “I’ll go slow, Y/N.” Bucky said, pulling my hand towards his sizeable cock. I gently wrapped my fingers around the shaft. I rubbed my thumb around the tip, gathering the little bead of precum.

Bucky groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily. He gently rested me back down on my back and settled in between my legs. I took a deep breath. “Bucky, wait.” I said, my voice coming out more frantic than I wanted. He stopped immediately, looking at me worriedly. “I’m a virgin.” I whispered, embarrassed.

Bucky nodded and bent down rubbing his hand against my cheek. “If you don’t want to do this, it’s okay.” He said softly. I smiled and kissed his nose. “I want to, obviously.” He chuckled and bit his lip.

He reached down in between my legs and gently rubbed my clit in small circles. I moaned softly, watching his fingers move against me. Bucky kissed my forehead, holding his lips there as he started rubbing a tad faster. He slowed and prodded his finger at my entrance.

He looked at me and I nodded, silently telling him it was okay. Bucky looked at me as his middle finger slowly slid into me, slightly stretching me. It hurt a little but I quickly got used to it. I let my mouth fall open and he hummed, watching my face. His finger slipped all the way in and he curled it upwards.

I let out a moan and he smirked. “Mm, that’s where it is, huh princess?” Bucky asked, his voice rough and low. I moaned again, a shiver running up my spine. Bucky slowly slipped in another finger. It stung at first, but I got used to it, as well.

Bucky started to move them in and out, getting faster every time. I gasped as he bent down and started to suck at my nipples again. I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut as I started to breathe faster. “Bucky, I-” I couldn’t get the rest of my sentence out, the feeling in my lower region getting too intense.

Bucky moaned against my breast and pulled back. “It’s okay, Doll. I got you. Just let go.” He said, breathless. Bucky’s fingers pounded into me faster, hitting that delicious spot over and over again. I squealed and arched my back, reaching my climax.

Bucky grinned and slowed his movements as I came down from my high. I relaxed and caught my breath, watching Bucky lick his fingers. “Fuuucck, you taste good, too.” Bucky moaned. I whimpered and pulled Bucky closer, wanting more. “Bucky, please.” I whined. Bucky smirked and grabbed his cock, the tip was red and I knew by the looks of it that he needed his own release. And soon.

I spread my legs wider for him and he settled in close to me, slowly pumping his length. “Are you sure about this?” Bucky asked, his metal hand resting near my head. I nodded. “I need words, Y/N.” Bucky pleaded softly. “Yes, I’m sure, Bucky.” I said, a smile forming on my lips.

Bucky leaned his hips forward, rubbing the tip of his cock along my slit. I looked down in between us and bit my lip at the sudden spark of pleasure. Bucky licked his lips and brought his flesh hand up to mine, linking our fingers together.

I felt the tip of his cock slowly push against my entrance. I held my breath, waiting for him to continue. He grunted and took a deep breath. “Y/N, you have to relax.” Bucky whispered. I could tell he was trying his best to make this as slow as possible.

I nodded and controlled my breathing. Bucky sighed and continued to slide into me. His cock stretched me out slowly and I moaned as the tip slid fully in. “Holy shit, Bucky.” I gasped, feeling him slide in even deeper. Bucky squeezed my hand and I felt his cock twitch inside of me.

Bucky finally pushed himself all the way inside of me and he moaned out. “Y/N, you’re so fucking tight.” Bucky grunted, slowly pulling his hips back. Bucky reached down and crashed his lips against mine, his tongue immediately begging for entrance into my mouth.

I let his tongue dominate mine and Bucky started to move a little faster now and each time, I whimpered out. “Harder, Bucky.” I begged, wanting him to take control. “Y/N, I don’t want to hurt you.” Bucky strained. “Bucky, please. Fuck me hard.” I begged louder.

Bucky nodded and released my hand, moving it down onto my hip. Bucky pulled all the way out until the tip was just in and he slammed his hips forward, filling me right back up. I squealed and arched my back and he kept pounding into me as hard as he could.

I cried out as Bucky’s hand reached in between our joined bodies, furiously rubbing my bundle of nerves quickly. I gasped for air, sucking in a harsh breath. Bucky looked down at me, pecking my bottom lip. “B-breathe, Y/N, breathe.” Bucky kept thrusting and I breathed heavily, panting his name.

I leaned in closer to him, peppering light kisses to his scar. He held my head close to him, his moans filling my ears and sending a shiver down my spine. “You feel so fucking good, baby girl.” Bucky grunted in my ear.

His size was definitely not to be reckoned with. I felt full and then some, but the feeling that shot through my body was to die for. Bucky pulled his hand away from my clit and rested it on my lower abdomen. The animalistic moan that escape between his lips pushed me closer to my orgasm.

I watched as he pressed down on my lower abdomen, looking in between us. “Fuck, I’m right there. Mm, do you feel me, Doll?” He asked, a smug grin on his face, his tongue wetting his lips. I nodded and wrapped my legs around his waist, whimpering. I clawed at Bucky’s back, leaving red marks as my nails scratched down.

Bucky slowed his movements and lifted my leg over his shoulder, slipping back in. He was able to reach even deeper and I gripped his hair, almost pulling it out. “Bucky, please.” Tears spring in my eyes and I moved my hips along with his. Bucky growled, gripping my hips.

I got closer to my climax and I arched my back, digging my nails into Bucky’s scalp. “I’m gonna-” “I can feel you. Fuck. Let go, Y/N.” Bucky pleaded, his forehead resting against mine. He thrusted one last time and I came undone beneath him in a writhing, breathless mess.

Bucky followed soon after, hot spurts of his cum shot inside of me and I moaned, my body growing tired. Bucky kissed my shoulder and slowly moved inside of me, coming down from his intense orgasm. “Are you okay?” Bucky breathed out against my sweaty neck. I nodded, my body worn and tired.

I felt him smirk against me and he gently pulled out. I immediately missed him inside, feeling very empty. I sighed out, closing my eyes. Bucky grunted and fell to my side, rubbing my stomach. “You were so great.” Bucky whispered. I smiled and turned to look at him. “Not bad, Barnes. Not bad.” He chuckled and sat up, slipping on his boxers.

He planted a kiss to my cheek and left, getting a wet towel to clean me up with. He came back and cleaned me up, planting kisses along every inch of skin he could reach. Bucky helped me sit up and he slipped his shirt onto my body. I whimpered at the sore feeling in my mid-section. My hand flew to my lower abdomen.

Bucky frowned a little. “I’m sorry, was I too rough?” I shook my head. “No! You were perfect.” I giggled. “I just-you know, being a virgin and all. And…yeah, you were rough.” My cheeks turned red and so did Bucky’s. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” Bucky leaned in and kissed my nose.

It was silent for a few moments and I heard Bucky gasp. I looked at him, my eyebrows furrowed. “What is it?” I asked, resting my hand on his shoulder. “Y/N, we didn’t use anything. I released inside of you.” Bucky said, rushing his words. He ran his hands through his hair and sat up on his knees.

I smiled and giggled. “Bucky, I use birth control.” Bucky looked at me, confused. “I thought you were..” He trailed off. “I am. My cyles, they’re uh, they’re a pain in the ass.” I said softly. Bucky sighed, holding his hand over his heart. “I was nervous for a moment.” We laughed and I pulled him in for a kiss.

The day passed with Bucky and I continued lying down together in the tent. We talked for hours about our pasts, what we like and dislike. Another round or two of rough sex had been thrown in and I couldn’t have felt happier.

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What Thor Was Doing During Captain America: Civil War

  • Marvel: Here is new Avengers Stuff with Guardians of the Galaxy
  • Marvel: Avengers Music Theme
  • Me: Screaming
  • My neighbours: calling 911

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Bucky x Reader

/Mission Impossible Part 2/

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my door. I stretched and groaned, wondering why the hell someone was wanting to speak to me at such an early time in the morning. Glancing at my digital clock, it read 8:15am. I sighed and got out of bed, not bothering to put on my robe.

Walking over to my door, I opened it and stood behind it in my night wear to cover myself and peeked out. Nobody was there. I knitted my eyebrows together and slowly stepped out into the hallway.

My foot caught on a line of string and suddenly I was covered in flour and a bucket fell to the floor beside me. I gasped and choked on the excess flour that got sucked into my throat. I coughed and waved the dust away frantically.

I stomped my foot, flour falling off of me, knowing who was behind this. “BUCKY!” I yelled as loud as I could. I was covered from head to toe, in only a sports bra and my black thong, but I didn’t care one bit. I was pissed as all get out and Bucky Barnes was going to pay. BIG TIME.

I walked through the halls, my flour covered feet leaving a white powdery trail as I went. He had to be around here somewhere. If not, he’d surely be hiding out in Steve’s room. The fucker knew he was in for it.

Bucky was nowhere in sight, so I took the elevator up to their floor and stomped out, more flour shaking off of me as I went. Steve’s door was cracked and I could hear fast whispers.

I heard the two going back and forth, both sounding scared. “She can’t find me!” “She will though!” “Not if I hide in your closet!” “Buck, no!” “Please!” “Bucky just stop!” “No! Move! She’s gonna have my ass!” “BUCK!” “STEVE! Just let me hide!” “No!”

I kicked open Steve’s door, him and Bucky whipping around to face me. Their faces were full of shock and I growled. “Bucky Barnes, I cannot BELIEVE you did this!” I wiped flour off of my face but it didn’t help. Their eyes took in my night wear and their faces got red, immediately getting flustered.

Steve averted his eyes and cleared his throat. “YOU” I pointed at Bucky, breathing heavy and fast. Bucky now held in a laugh and I stomped over to him, flour falling as I went. “You are going to pay. I won’t say when, I won’t say how, I won’t say where. But you will PAY.” I shoved his chest and stormed away.

Before I could leave, I heard Steve chuckling and Bucky joined him. “See ya, sweet cheeks.” My face turned bright red and I hurried out of there, dusting off my ass. I groaned and went back to my room, ready for a shower. I felt so disgusting and over exposed now.

When I got back, I looked at myself in the mirror. I ran my fingers through my flour covered hair. This is the absolute last straw. Bucky is in for it. If there’s one thing I’m sure of, Bucky is easy to make flustered. So, that’s my new mission. He’ll be embarassed and he’ll beg me to stop my little facade eventually.

I knew he was flustered back in the room, even Steve was. But Bucky was so prideful, he’d never admit that kind of defeat. It would hurt his poor little ego and bad boy image. I rolled my eyes at the thought.

After showering and getting the excess flour clogged out of my shower drain, I put on my yellow sundress. Bucky loves the color yellow and I remember Natasha telling me he told Steve that it was torture for him when he saw me wearing it a few months after I had joined. I haven’t worn it since.

Now that I’ve been training longer and can still eat what I wanted, I have a little more curve to my figure. I smiled and ran my hands over my waist. My chest looked extra perky and full. I decided to wear another thong so my bare ass would sit perfectly perky in the dress, making it rise up on my thighs, but not show anything, of course.

I straightened my hair after blow drying it and I put on little to no make-up. Just some mascara and lip gloss. I didn’t like caking my face in make-up anyways. With a satisfied sigh, I left my room, ready to mess with the mess himself, Bucky Barnes.

I skipped through the hall, over to the elevator, my flats tapping against the marble floor. I was met with Wanda and she looked me up and down, a surprised look on her face. “Holy shit, Y/N. You look hot.” She said with a slight giggle. I smiled and stepped into the elevator. Nat suddenly rushed in and stood beside me, looking me over like Wanda did.

Nat’s eyes were wide and she even turned me around to look at my butt. “Oh my god. Your ass looks great in this! Holy shit!” We all laughed. “Thanks. Bucky’s torture. He dumped flour all over me this morning.” Wanda gasped and Nat laughed. “So THAT’S why Clint was mad about not being able to make pancakes!” I nodded and Nat shook her head, smiling.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened. I walked out after Wanda and Nat. Everyone was in the common room and this was my time to shine. I skipped over to Steve, smiling. “Hiya Stevie!” He turned to me and immediately his gaze fell to my chest. He cleared his throat. “H-hey Y/N.” I looked at Bucky and he was flipping through the tv. “Yeah, hey sweet cheeks.” He looked up at me.

Bucky’s mouth fell open a tad and his eyes raked over my body like everyone else’s. “I bet you’d like to be in between these sweet cheeks, wouldn’t you, Bucky?” I quipped. Tony choked on his sip of tea and Sam clapped his hands, laughing loudly. Bucky’s face got red and he fumbled over his words. The others had been snorting and laughing along as I crossed my arms over my chest, smirking.

Steve smiled down at me, knowing what I was up to. “Get ‘em tiger”, Steve mouthed. I winked at him and made my way over to Bucky, taking a seat beside him. The hem of my dress was higher up on my thighs now and Bucky shifted in his seat. Everyone was watching, waiting for the next shoe to drop.

Bucky’s focus was on the television. Tony was still coughing, trying to get his tea to go down smoothly. “Tony, can you stop? That’s really distracting.” Bucky half-shouted. Tony sat his cup down and glared at him. “Hush it. You’re just mad Y/N embarrassed you!” Bucky angrily sighed, slamming the remote on the table in front of him.

“You know what, I’m going to the gym, forget you guys.” Bucky said, standing to his feet. I smiled and walked after him. “Do you mind doing me?” I said and watched him whip around, his hair sticking to his mouth. “Oops, I meant, doing that with me.” His face was red and I could hear Sam gasping for air, laughing like a seal.

I looked at the other’s and Tony had spilled his tea now. “Dammit!” He said, wiping at his pants. Steve had his hand over his mouth and Nat was hiding her face in Clint’s shoulder, Clint had tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. “Don’t break the benches. They’re expensive.” Clint snorted. I held in a laugh and turned to Bucky. He growled and stomped off.

I decided to not follow him and let him think about what just happened. It serves the asshole right. I walked back into the common room. “Tony, I cannot go on that so called mission with Bucky.” I said, my voice higher than I intended. Tony sighed and stood up, looking down at me. “Sorry, kid, it’s set in stone.” I scoffed. “Then destroy the stone! Get Thor to do it!” Steve chuckled behind me.

Tony gave my shoulder a light pat and left to go put on clean pants. I sat on the arm of the chair Sam was sitting in. “Saaaammy, can you do me a favor?” Sam looked at me, turning to get a better view. “No, I will not strap him to my wings and send him off the edge of the building.” He said with a smile. “Oh c'mon! You hate him as much as I do!” I said, whiningly.

He shook his head. “Sorry, Y/N, this is between you and Bucky.” I pouted and walked over to Clint. I jutted my bottom lip out and cupped my hands together. “No, Y/N, I will not shoot him in the head with one of my arrows.” I dropped my hands and stomped my foot. “But Cliiint!” I whined out again. Nat laughed softly. “Y/N, just make up with him.” She said. I huffed.

I then turned to Wanda. “Wanda, please oh please, will you help me?” She looked around at the others, thinking for a moment. “He does deserve it. He used 3 bags of flour and I like to cook.” I squealed and clapped my hands. “Yay! Let’s go!” I grabbed her hand and she giggled, jogging beside me, going to the gym.

We stood outside the gym doors and watched Bucky lifting a weight with his flesh arm. He had earbuds in and his body was coated in sweat already. Wanda turned to me. “What will the damage be, my queen?” She whispered deviously. I smirked. “I think you know.” I looked at her, licking my lips seductively.

Since Bucky has been out of the game for years and years, making him flustered was something very entertaining. He can’t even handle watching a sex scene in a movie without getting one up. Oh, this will be great. That’ll teach him to mess with me again.

Wanda started to send a particularly vivid sexual fantasy into Bucky’s mind. His hand suddenly dropped the weight, just shy of it landing on his foot. His chest was rising and falling at a fast pace and a visible tent was showing in his work out shorts. His hand raked through his sweaty hair and he closed his eyes tightly.

I giggled and Wanda stopped, the red in her eyes disappearing. “I believe I’ve done my job.” I laughed and we ran away, leaving Bucky to his thoughts again. I knew Bucky would be mad and embarrassed so I’m in for quite a show when he jumps back to reality and freshens up.

Wanda and I rushed back into the common room and I sat down beside Steve, waiting for Bucky. Nat looked at us with confusion etched onto her features. “What did you two do?” I smirked and Wanda laughed, now sitting beside Vision on the couch. “Oh, we just jerked with his mind.” Nat gasped, immediately knowing what happened when Wanda wiggled her eyebrows.

Sam laughed in his chair, slapping his knee. “Oh man, I bet he’s furious.” Steve looked at me, his face a light red. “How long are you going to keep this up?” I tapped my chin. “Until I feel that he’s learned his lesson, I suppose.” I shrugged and Steve nodded, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “You’re such a little demon.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, so is he.” I said.

Tony walked in now, holding a broken vase. “You better calm that beast down or I’m putting him in a holding cell.” He threw the broken pieces away and Bucky suddenly stormed in, still in his work out clothes. “Stay out of my head, Wanda!” He said. The tent was gone but I still giggled at the thought of it.

She smiled but stayed quiet. I stood up and looked at Bucky. “Aw, Buck. You seem bothered. What’s the matter?” I asked as innocently as I could. He gulped and looked down at my dress, then back up to my eyes. “You know what the fuck is the matter. Stop fucking with my head.” He growled. I smirked and crossed my arms over my chest. Bucky tried his best not to look.

I laughed softly. “Oh Bucky, your punishment is far from over.” He got closer to me and pressed his chest against my arms. “All I did was dump flour on you.” He stated. I shrugged, the movement causing my forearms to brush against him more. “It’s time we end this. Why not go out with a bang?” I winked at him and he clenched his fists.

I smirked and walked past him, gaining even more fuel. Maybe I could enjoy this new mission after all.

It had been a few hours since the little situation, or big if we’re talking physically, with Bucky. I had changed into something more comfortable and I was currently outside with Steve, kicking the soccer ball back and forth. The others were on the patio, since Tony had decided to grill burgers for dinner tonight.

The sun was still out, slowly setting. I looked over to the patio, watching Sam and Bucky. I couldn’t hear them but I knew they were arguing by the looks on their faces and the veins in their necks were popping out. Probably arguing about whether or not mustard or ketchup tasted better on a hamburger.

A yell from Steve turned my attention back to him. He was waiting to kick the ball back to me. I smiled and nodded, signaling him to go. He pulled his foot back and kicked the ball. I watched as it rolled towards me.

I ran to the side, kicking the ball back to him. He stopped the ball with his bare foot and took a breather. “So, Bucky wants out of the mission now.” Steve said. I smiled, hoping he could convince Tony to call it off and let us be. “Good. Maybe it’ll be canceled.” Steve sighed.

He walked over to me now, tossing the soccer ball back and forth between his big hands. “Y/N, you still have to go. I don’t see why you guys can’t settle this already.” Steve loved the both us and he hated that we didn’t get along. “I’ve attemtped to before. Now he just annoys me when he enters a room.” Steve nodded, sighing sadly.

I smirked and stole the ball from Steve and ran away giggling. “Hey! Come back here!” Steve said, chuckling as he ran after me. I quickly turned and ran past him. I heard him grunt and he bolted after me now, getting even closer.

My hair flew into my eyes and I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. I dropped the soccer ball, squealing and laughing as I felt Steve’s fingers dig into my sides, tickling me. “Steve! Stop it!” I felt his chest rumble with laughter and he dropped to the ground and sat on top of me, holding me down.

I grunted as I tried to move him off, but he was just too heavy. “Steve, you’re crushing me!” I yelled, smiling. He was breathing fast and hard, looking down at me. “Say you’ll make up with Bucky and I’ll let you go.” Steve said, holding my wrists down on the grass.

I rolled my eyes, slipping my hands through his easily and propping myself up on my elbows. “Steve, get off, you’re too heavy.” He quirked an eyebrow, waiting for me to answer him. “Steeeve.” I whined, feeling his butt dig into my thighs. He groaned rather loudly and playfully, and stood off of me.

I heard footsteps approach me and looked up to see Nat. She smiled and helped me to my feet. “Don’t sit in your chair. Bucky squirted ketchup into it.” My mouth fell open and I laughed softly. “That asshole.” My shorts were white and brand new. He obviously knew that. “Thanks for telling me, but I think I’ll give him this one.” Steve and Nat looked at me confused.

I sighed. “I gave him a rough time. I gotta give him something. But don’t worry, I’ll get him right back.” I walked off, the two followng behind me. I skipped up the steps and put on my poker face. “It smells delicious!” I said, sniffing the yummy air around me.

Everyone took their seats and mine was left empty. I made my plate and walked around the table, hoping Bucky was watching. I looked up to him and he quickly looked away with a smug smile on his face. I pulled my chair out, catching a glimpse of the mound of ketchup in my seat.

I knew I would regret this, but he has to take this and know I mean business next time I get him back. I set my plate down on the table, ready to sit. I love these shorts, but I have to do this.

I sat down, feeling the ketchup mound squish onto my shorts. I gasped and heard Bucky snort. The ketchup was cold and I stood up, acting like I didn’t know it was there. “What the fuck, are you kidding me!?” I yelled, looking back at my shorts.

Everyone looked at me and gasped when I wiped my shorts off, ketchup smeared on my hand. I looked at Bucky, anger etched onto my face. “You did this, didn’t you?” He took a bite of his burger and smirked. Clint was laughing into his cup, trying to hide it. I glared at him and he grunted, sitting his cup down.

Tony was sighing, shaking his head. “One night. That’s all I ask.” He said to himself. Sam laughed and patted his shoulder. “We’ll have one week after tomorrow, don’t worry.” I wiped the ketchup off my hand with a napkin. Wanda stood up and grabbed a hand towel, wiping it off my shorts for me. “Bucky can’t you leave her alone for one damn second?” She angrily yelled.

I was laughing inside, hoping he bought this. “It’s not my fault her monthly gift came by surprise.” Bucky joked, tossing a chip into his mouth. I frowned at him. “Well, that’s a shame. I was hoping to fuck your brains out during our mission.” Bucky’s face got red and he coughed, a piece of burger flying out of his mouth and onto the table.

The team erupted in laughter and Tony was once again choking on his beverage. “Gah damn!” Sam laughed into his napkin. Bucky shot out of his chair, embarrassment on his face as he left. Steve was smiling, his own face bright with blush. “He’s so gonna regret this. He’s digging his own grave.” Tony said, shaking his head.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “I should go change.” I said after a few moments. They all nodded and I walked off the patio, down the sidewalk and into the back door near the garage. I took the elevator all the way up to my room, my backside feeling uncomfortable as the ketchup started to dry.

The elevator stopped on Steve and Bucky’s floor. I sighed, knowing I’d have to ride with Bucky now. The doors opened and Bucky looked up, surprised when he saw me. “Oh great, you’re here.” He muttered annoyingly. I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, how torturous.” I quipped.

Bucky stood as far away as he could in the elevator and it stopped on my floor. I stepped out and heard Bucky snicker behind me. “Nice shorts, ass wipe.” I shot him my middle finger and walked off to my room. I opened my door and walked in, going to my closet to change into some pajamas.

It was no use to go back down there, my appetite was gone and I had to pack for the stupid mission tomorrow. I threw my dirty shorts in my dirty basket and pulled on an old t-shirt of Steve’s. It was my favorite shirt he owned and I had stolen it a while ago. He couldn’t fit it anymore, so he didn’t mind letting me have it.

I sat on my bed and sent a quick text to Steve, letting him know I was clocking out early tonight. I set my phone down and closed my eyes, slowly falling asleep.

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Coded - Steve Rogers x Reader

Coded - (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Words - 1401

Warnings - None. A new Fic, maybe…?

You couldn’t remember much; you couldn’t remember anything when it came to your past. Endless letters and numbers, that seemed to sum it up pretty well. Every line of code, manipulated to make your veins. Only, this time, it was given another layer. A coat of pure realism.

Throughout the entire process of creation, there had been blips, little tweaks which needed ironing out. A voice could be heard during the creation, asking and remarking; ‘What if they’re like Vision? Do you really think this is going to work?’ Of course, you had no idea what a ‘Vision’ was or ‘What’ was going to work.

You were code. Cold, hard code.

Then, things started to change. You began to feel warmth. Something was encasing your programme. You couldn’t figure it out to begin with, endless lines of codes being scattered, some resting higher than others, several being deleted altogether. If you could scream out, you would have. It was painful, too painful.

Then, a bright, strong force was added. You could register it. A powering beam, streaming into your mind, streaming around your coded body, somehow springing it into life, giving a vigorous glow and shine cascading through you. Something was changing. Anything was changing.

Everything was changing.

It was a cold, strange moment, when the chamber doors opened, a dramatic cloud of smoke being released first, before you stepped out. For a moment, you were completely still, your gaze almost robotic. A million questions were cramming themselves into your new found mind. Where were you? What form were you in? Why were the colours so bright…so beautiful?

The first sight may have not been the prettiest, but standing with your arms to your side, and looking around the messy lab was the sight you’d never forget. Standing there, were two forms, you’re new found and robotic mind classed as ‘Human.’ One, having a genetic mutation of some sort.

“Holy shit.” The first one spoke. He wore a dark shirt, and had a strange trimmed beard. “We’ve done it.”

“Holy shit!” The second one, (Dark curls and glasses,) repeated, his voice an octave higher, and a more panicked tone now added. “They’re naked!”

It took a moment, but once the word was heard, you looked down to your body, seeing that it consisted of no coverage, only the body you were created in. Unlike their first Android, you had been given human elements, making your outer side completely mortal. Right now, you didn’t know any different.

The man with dark curls had returned, carrying a towelling white robe, which you took the instinct to place your arms into, and tie at the front. The shorter one then lunged forward, attempting to take your hand in his. Having never had any contact before, you flinched away, not knowing what would be caused by this. He soon realised this, shaking his head and pointing to himself.

“I’m not going to hurt you, sweetie. “ His accent was bright, drawing. “Look, I’m Tony. Do you know who you are?” He said it sweetly enough, and hesitantly, you put your hand towards his, letting his warmer one cover the smooth skin.

His force of tugging you caused your legs to move. They were a little clumsy for the first few steps, but soon worked perfectly, able to take long and short strides, before he guided you, sitting atop of one of the many lab tables, him looking at you in awe.

“Tony.” You repeat, a little shocked your body could speak so clear like that. The look on your face must of shown it, too, as a grin appeared, seeing his ‘Creation’ talk for the first time.

“Yup. We based you, my dear, on an earlier version of that guy.” Cue Tony pointing towards a red figure, completed with a stone centred in his head and a bright cape over his shoulders. He took the opportunity to move forward, at the moment he did, there was some sort of draw. As if he knew, his hand rose, and yours matched, resting them alongside each other.

“I can…I can understand.” You seemed to interlock with his code, his mind.

“Figures.” The man with dark curls returned his white coat from earlier removed. He held his hand out in a similar fashion to Tony, to which you gently took the edge, shaking it gently. “I’m Doctor Banner. You can call me Bruce-“

“I’m-“You cut yourself off, not knowing what to say. You didn’t know who you were. A name. An identity. All three people in the room could recognise this, and instead, shook their heads.

“Technically, you should be called an android. But your induced power-“

“Induced power, Mr Stark?” Asked the red figure.

“Later, Vision.” He interrupted. “Until we can think of a super cool name for you, we can call you Tony the Second-“

“We can’t call them that.” Bruce steps in, shaking his head, and holding out his hand. He defiantly felt less threatening, and you took it gently, jumping down from the counter and keeping his grip close to yours. “We can call you Y/N.”

“Y/N.” You repeat, raising your eyebrows. “Y/N is good.” You suddenly felt a shiver fly across you, as the concern of all three faces grew, and a cold rush flew through your new form.  Suddenly, gravity seemed nonexistent for you, as you hovered for a moment, your legs then resting you back on the ground.

The red figure, who you could now clarify as ‘Vision,’ spoke first. “She can levitate?” He came a little closer, tracing over your left arm. You flinched away, pulling your arm backwards. Instead, your eyes were fixed onto the look of your skin – where your veins ran, was a beautiful blue glow. It was fading away now, but the expectation was that whenever your powers were strong, they were to glow.

“We’re not sure of all she can do.” Bruce explains, resting a hand on your forehead, in order to see if you were feeling anything out of normal. “That’s why she is going to be trained, alongside all of you-“

“But, she’s still part human. So we’ll treat her like one, yeah?” Tony retorted, stepping in front of her protectively. Bruce nodded, before Tony took over, taking the same hand he had done so before. “You wanna take a look at yourself, Doll-Face?” He asked. Not truly understanding, you nodded, wondering what the next step would be.

Tony led you to the other side of the lab, just by the entrance door. There, hung by him, (After Thor had broken several versions,) was a full length mirror. Again, it took a moment for you to realise how the reflective surface worked, but it soon figured out well enough.

You had a face, like any other human. Arms, legs, hair, a torso. You took a moment to see any differences that may have been there. The faint glow from your veins had now almost gone, and your eyes, seemed to have lines of code, running through them, making them a bright brilliant blue, much like Vision’s.

“See?” Tony said, taking your hand again “You’re human. Just a little modified, that’s all.”

“Modified.” You repeat, now smiling. He mirrored your look, knowing you had now discovered different facial expressions, and took his other hand, feeling yourself glowing once more and levitating. This time, Tony held on, feeling himself hover, before being rested down.

“Alright.” Tony said, to nobody in particular. “I like them.”

“Yes.” Bruce said, coming over to where you stood. “Let her live like a normal human being; as long as we can be there to make sure no harm comes of her as she works out some things, and her training-“

A knock was heard at the lab door, the three of you looking towards the glass pane. Tony nodded the door opening, and the figure stepping in. He wore a dark pair of trousers, completed with a blue shirt and hooded jumper. His blonde hair was combed, and blue eyes shining.

“Hey Captain.” Tony began, resting a hand on your shoulder, a slight flinch appearing again. “We told you about our creation? Well, meet Vision 2.0!” He paused, pulling you to his side. “Well, we call her Y/N.”

Steve wasn’t paying attention. He was too entranced by the beautiful coded eyes and android form. Some sort of crazy, stupid love.