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Marvel Netflix shows we need:

  • Black Widow
  • Hawkeye
  • Howling Commandos
  • Maria Hill
  • Coulson
  • Loki
  • Falcon
  • Peggy Carter (I know we had a show about her, but we need more!)
  • Hulk
  • Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver
  • Steve and Bucky’s life before the war
  • Bucky’s life during Hydra (dark and sad I know.)
  • Budapest
Preference #1

How he reacts to seeing you for the first time:













Show Me Love 9

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader


When you’ve got to keep your relationship a secret, the holidays can be a bit stressful

Warnings: FLUFFFFF, mentions of smut but like barely, a teensy bit of angst, aaaaaaand your parents are here!!!  Do you recognize them? 😜

A/N: This one is massive, just FYI. Like and this is just half of it.  I had to cut this into two parts. I can’t control myself when it comes to weaving in our MCU favorites, so enjoy my little crack family I’ve given you!!  Also, just LOOK at Seb in this gif.  He makes my heart do funny things and I can’t with his perfect smile.  FUCK.

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⬅️⬅️PART 8 ||| PART 10➡️➡️

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

To say the following weeks were a dream come true would be a grotesque understatement.

After grabbing coffee with Bucky that day the two of you defiled a classroom, you became practically inseparable.

You would hang out in his office studying when he was teaching classes, and when he wasn’t his hands and lips were all over you.  You’d had a rule, no sex in the office, but that went to shit after the stunt you pulled the day Tony walked in.  You lived for these private moments when you could love on each other without the fear of judgment from others.  Here you could be free to sit side by side, Bucky’s fingers grazing your arm unconsciously as the two of you worked.

Lectures were spent with two of you making bedroom eyes at each other - a fact that Natasha so excitedly pointed out on many occasions.  No one shipped the two of you harder than your best friend.  She would sigh dreamily whenever you told her of your dates, and the time he’d slipped a rose in your bag when you weren’t looking.  Of course, you made her and Wanda promise that no one else could know and you trusted them with your life.

Outside of these walls, you had to be more careful.  If you went on a date, it had to be a place that was believable where the two of you could just randomly run into each other and decide to catch up.  One of you would always arrive at a coffee shop or movie first, then the other would join, acting as if the encounter was completely unexpected.

These outings were stressful, with one of you always checking over the other’s shoulder anxiously.  Often, they would include some sort of small spat, but it was nothing that could derail the feelings you had for each other.

Contact was strictly off limits, as was blatant flirting, but you liked to push your luck.  If the table had a cloth that hid your legs, you would let your foot slide up Bucky’s legs, sometimes even being bold enough to kick off a shoe and stroke him with your bare foot through his pants.

The look he would give you would say it all, and you would find yourself looking forward to when he could get you alone.

The decision to move in together shocked both of you.  You were making coffee one October morning before class in nothing but one of Bucky’s shirts when strong arms wound around you.  “Good morning, handsome.”  A hum vibrated through your skin as he kissed your shoulder.

“Mornin’, gorgeous.”  He whispered.  “I could get used to this.”  You giggled as he grew closer, pressing his hard torso up against your back.  You press a kiss to his hair before wiggling your way out of his arms and making your way to the table.

“Yeah, well I’ve got to go home sometimes.”  You tease, sitting down.

“Well, maybe you don’t have to?”  You cast your eyes up to your shirtless boyfriend and smirk, knowing the article of clothing that he’s missing is currently adorning your otherwise naked body.

“Bucky, I do!  My clothes are there!  Plus Natasha would kill me, how am I supposed to do my part of the cleaning, and then there’s the lease, and -”

“What if this was your home?”  He spit out.

That rendered you speechless.

“What?”  The shock that you were sure was etched all over your face adorned Buck’s as well as the words registered in his own mind.

“What…if this was your home?”  He asked again, more sure this time.  His firm figure moved closer, but you remained rooted in your chair.  Chills erupted over you as he leaned down to your level, thick arms caging you on either side of your body.

“Buck, what are you saying?”  Your question lands upon the lips that are so close to yours.  A beat passes as you breathe each other’s air.

“Doll…I guess I’m asking if you’d want to move in with me.”  An answer isn’t spoken allowed, but the kiss you gift him with is answer enough.  It’s a sweet, sensual gesture that takes your breath away.

Never having enough of each other, Bucky drapes you over the table where you christen your now shared furniture.

Natasha certainly wasn’t pleased at first, but after promising that you’d sleep over all the time calmed her down quickly enough.  As did Wanda volunteering to pick up your lease and move in with the red head.  Many a girl’s nights were had after that, resulting in Bucky whining comically that the point of moving in was to actually live together.  

The nights alone shut him right up.

You realize very early on in your secret relationship that the holidays were challenging.

When Halloween rolled around, you were a little disappointed that you and Bucky couldn’t match. It would be a dead giveaway. You’d both agreed.  So instead you attended the campus Halloween party for the first time since your undergrad years just to spend some time with him.  You had to bide your time, making sure not to spend too much time alone what with Tony’s watchful eye and all.

For Thanksgiving, he gently turned down your invite to the Friendsgiving celebration at your apartment with Nat, Wanda, and their men. I already promised Steve and Sam I’d celebrate with them.  I’d invite you, but…  Dead giveaway.

You’d frowned at him, explaining that Natasha knew, so why couldn’t Steve?  The fight that followed left you crying alone in Bucky’s room while he spent the evening on the couch.  Friendsgiving was tough too as you were the only friend there alone.

Your wine was great company, though.

As Christmas rolled around, you realized two things. One: Your classes would be ending very soon, and you would no longer have a class with Bucky.  Two: You were going home for Christmas.

After what happened at Thanksgiving, you were nervous to broach the subject of holiday plans.  The two of you had let your families know you were going to be staying in town this year but didn’t tell them why.  Your mother was less than pleased, but you loved Bucky enough that a quiet Christmas in with him would be enough for you.  That didn’t quell the heart ache when your brother called and asked when you’d be coming home.  And it seemed that everything you and Buck did together only brought it to the forefront of your mind.  It was when the two of you were decorating the Christmas Tree that Bucky asked.

“So what’re we doing for Christmas, babe?”  He asked nonchalantly as if the last time the subject was brought up didn’t end in your biggest fight to date.

“I…I uh, dunno.  We could make hot chocolate and rent a movie or something.” You mumbled, continuing to hang ornaments.  “I didn’t think we’d do anything too big.”

“Why wouldn’t we?”  He chuckled but was silenced when you only glared in response.  “Right…Thanksgiving.”


“Look, Doll…I’m really sorry.  I just don’t want to lose you.”  You glanced at him, sighing when you saw him putting down ornaments and turning his attention to you.  Seemed the decorating would be abandoned for now.

“I’m not going anywhere, you nut.”  You teased, poking his nose.  When his serious demeanor didn’t drop, you knew he wasn’t playing.  “Why would you lose me?”

“Y/N, you know why.  Tony is very clear on his stance on student-teacher relationships.  I could lose both you and my job.”

Well, you certainly didn’t want that.

“How do you typically spend Christmas?”  He asks, quickly moving the conversation on from your terrible moment of reality.

“Uh, I go home.  Spend it with my parents and brother.  Sometimes more of my family comes over if weather and work permit.  What about you?”

“I spend it with Steve’s family.”  He mumbles with a soft smile.  “My parents died awhile back, so Steve’s mom has opened their doors to me and mine.”  He says, punctuating that last bit with a heated glance toward you.  

You ignore the shiver it sends down your spine.

“This year it’ll be Sarah, Steve, and Sharon.” You both giggled at the way he overexaggerates the S’s in each name.

“Oh?  Where’s that at?”  You ask, returning to the task at hand.  Chuckling at the perfect timing, Bucky turns the ornament in his hand to face you.

“Brooklyn.”  The city stares back at you as the Brooklyn ornament dangles between his fingers, and you can just feel your face light up.

“Wh-no way!  My parents live like 30 minutes out of the city!”

“No shit, doll?” He muses with a smirk as his face mirrors your own excitement.  You nod enthusiastically before choking the question down.  There was no way you could ask him.  “Well…if you wanted…maybe we could spend a couple days with your family?  And a couple with Steve?”

“You…you want Steve to know?”

“Doll, I want the world to know.” He breathes, sweeping you into his arms and pressing his lips softly against your own.  “We just have to wait a couple of months, just until you graduate.  How could I face my best girl if I lost my job?”

You feel like you can hear the ‘I love you’ begging to fall off his lips, but before he can say anything else, he bites his bottom lip and looks down at you.

“Doll, I want you to meet my family.  And I want to meet yours.”

“Then I’ll call my mom tonight and let her know.”  And with that, you press a kiss to the lips he had just been worrying at with his perfect teeth to bound off and fetch your phone.

Suitcases: waiting in baggage claim.  

Flight: landed. 

Family: awaiting your arrival.  

Nerves: on. fucking. fire.

The call home had been rather painless, and your mother was overjoyed that you would be coming home after all, though she had a funny way of showing it.

“Oh, so now you want to see your mother?  What makes you so sure she wants to see you?”  You groaned loudly into the receiver, dropping flat onto the bed.

“Oh my god, mom.  I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to make it at first! I’m sorry.”

“Uh-huh.  Why wouldn’t you have been?  You’ve always come home for Christmas, even the year there was that blizzard.”  You bit your lip, feeling your heart pick up as you neared your confession.

“Well I wasn’t sure, my plans have never been split before.”  You can almost see the way you know she’s squinting her eyes suspiciously.

“Split?  What do you mean ‘split’?  Are you bringing Natasha down?”  You’re almost hesitant to squash her hopes when she brings up Nat.

“Mom, I’ve, uh…met someone.”

The line is absolutely dead for a few moments as you bite your lip.


“You’re bringing his ass down here, right?  I get to meet the man who’s stolen my baby?”  The short clipped down has you barking with laughter, and you can just see the look on your mother’s face.

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“Yes, Maria, he’s coming with me.  And I’m not your baby!  I’m the oldest!”  Bucky chuckles as he passes you, catching only this line of banter with your mother.  She ignores your quip and moves on.

“Well good, maybe now Peter will stop moping around the damn house all day.  You really upset him, you know?”

“I know.”  You sniffle, fighting the swell of guilt.  “But could you not tell him?  I want it to be a surprise.”

“Sure, why not let him suffer some more?”  You both laugh loudly at that, shaking your head.  “Your dad’s gonna shit, his little girl bringing a man home.  So I’ll see you when you get in?  Do you need a ride from the airport?”

“Nah, we’re flying in on Christmas Eve, we’ll just grab a cab.  Love you, mom.  Can’t wait to see you.”

“Love you too, be safe Y/N.”

You drummed your fingers on your thigh as the cab entered your neighborhood.  You still had about five minutes, but you simultaneously anticipated and dreaded the moment that Bucky met your parents.  They would pick up on the age gap quickly, there was no doubt about that.

You also dreaded the moment that your brother would get his hands on Buck.  He could be such a little twerp when he wanted to be, and he had an uncanny way of getting under your skin…but you loved him, and you honestly couldn’t wait for him to meet the love of your life your boyfriend.  Aside from Nat and Wanda, he was your best friend.

When he finally decided he couldn’t take it anymore, Bucky reached over and squeezed your hand.

“I can hear you thinking.”  He chuckles, pressing his lips to your knuckles.  “It’ll be fine.”

“I know…I just can’t help but worry.  Besides, my family can be…a lot.”  His low rumble of laughter fills the cab.

“So  can mine.”  Your eyes find his, and instantly you feel the butterflies in your stomach dissipate.  You knew that everything would be alright.

“This is it.”  You alerted the cabby, fishing out your wallet.  A large hand on yours stilled your actions as Bucky handed his cash over.  With a wink, he stepped out into the cold New York air and busied himself with retrieving your bags.  You glanced up at the house, noting both cars were home.  A large smile broke out over your face as the door opened and out stepped your mother.  “Mom!”

“Y/N!”  She cried, open arms catching you as you practically tackled her to the ground.  Behind you, Bucky approached.  When you pulled away from her, you gestured to Bucky “Mom, this is my boyfriend, Bucky.  Buck, this is my mom, Maria Hill.”

At the sound of his nickname, you were gifted with the signature arched brow of Maria Hill.

“James Barnes, ma’am.  It’s so wonderful to meet you. If you don’t mind me asking -”  He began, gesturing to the two of you.  “Your last names?”

“When you run a major organization, Mr. Barnes, you don’t want to get into a name change.  Believe me.  Hill’s the maiden name and the Mr.’s inside.  C’mon, I’ll introduce you.”  Two sets of hands stooped down for the suitcases, but before your mom could even hope to help, Bucky was scooping them up all on his own with a smile.

“Lead on!”  The look your mom passed you could only be classified as nothing short of delighted.  Stepping inside, she gestured for the two of you to follow and shut the door behind you.

“Babe!”  She called out. “Come here, YN’s home!”  Before you could take two steps inside you heard the heavy footfalls of your little brother.

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“Mom? Did you just say-”  Peter shouted, coming to a skidding halt at the top of the stairs.  “Y/N!!”  Before anyone could react, the lanky teen bounded down two steps before launching himself over the banister only to land right in front of you.  Strong arms wound around you before hoisting you into the air.  “I thought you weren’t coming home?”

“Peter!”  You cried, throwing your arms around your brother.  “Surprise!”  The two of you were all smiles as he set you down, his eyes suddenly meeting Bucky.  When he cocked an eyebrow at you, you introduced the two.

“Hey, sorry Hillie, I was in the garage.  What did you-” Wide eyes caught yours from behind thin glasses, and you couldn’t help the smile that spread over your face.  

“My daughter’s home.” Your father mumbled quietly, taking a moment to process the fact that you were standing right in front of him even after you told him you wouldn’t be home this Christmas.  “Hillie!  Y/N’s home!”  He shouted, the shock finally catching up to him as he lunged for you, his arms wrapping around you immediately.  “Oh, how’s my girl?”

“Hi, Dad.”  You huffed as the air was squeezed out of you.  You were not gonna tear up, nope.  Not gonna tear up.  “Uh, Dad, there’s someone I want you to meet.”  You began, pulling away from the much-needed Dad hug.  “Dad,  this is…my boyfriend.”

It was like the very air had been sucked out of the room as your dad turned to the man in question.  As your dad approached him, Peter scooted his way to your side, taking your father’s place.

“Bruce Banner.”  He offered shortly, extending his hand.

“James Barnes, sir.”  Beside you, Peter snickered until you elbowed him in the ribs and shushed him with a finger against your lips.  Bruce grunted in acknowledgment, glancing between the two of you.

“Oh, Bruce, knock it off.”  You mom finally cuts in, smacking his hand away from Bucky’s.  “You’re not nearly as scary as you think.”  She winked at you and your brother, causing the whole family to giggle.  Bucky, bless his soul, was standing there looking lost.  “C’mon tough guy, let me show the lovebirds to their room.”  Raising an eyebrow at your mother, you followed, not daring to ask the question in front of your father.

“You two will stay in your room.”  She said as she opened the door for Bucky.  “I would put one of you in the guest room, but my sister’s coming in.  Besides, we’re all adults here.  You two can do whatever you want.”  She pinned Bucky with a hard stare, and at that moment she was far scarier than your father had been.  “Just not under my roof.  Clear?”

“Crystal.”  Bucky choked out.

“Wait, Pepper’s coming in?”  You asked eager to move on from the tension hanging heavily in the room.

“Yup!  She’ll be in sometime this week, probably after Christmas.  She’s swamped at work.  Anyway!”  She clapped suddenly, causing the two of you to jump at her sudden shift in mood.  "Dinner’s at 8!  Don’t,”  She warned, eyes finding your boyfriend once more.  “Be. Late.”  And with that she was out the door, leaving it open behind her.

“…I think they like you!”



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UPDATED ON FEBRUARY 2. Let me know if this does’t work.


Imagine the Avengers adopting You

You are two when the Avengers find you in an abandoned lab. You have unstable powers over emotions. With a simple touch you can make anyone feel any emotion you want. This makes it impossible for you to e placed in a normal orphanage.

So the Avengers adopt you.

On your fifth birthday Clint attempts at babysitting you.

On your sixth birthday Natasha shows you an empty room and invites you to decorate it however you want.

On your eighth birthday you pick up Thor’s hammer to get to a magazine underneath.

On your tenth birthday Steve takes you to a cafe and you both enjoy a quiet day together.

On your thirteenth birthday Bruce is finally comfortable enough to be around you.

On your fifteenth birthday you play poker with Maria and win.

On your twentieth birthday you get Nick Fury to laugh.

On your twenty first birthday Tony takes you out for drinks.

On your twenty fifth birthday Wanda has finally taught you complete control over your powers.

Avengers Preference #36 They discover you’re musically talented

Hi!! I might have read some the preferences related to the avengers that you have and I loved them! Idk if you made this but what about a how they’ll react to you smoking cigarette? Or you being a singer/solo artist/in a band and they watching one of your music vid?? X anon.


He was stood with you in the olds sports hall, drinking some punch whilst you were catching up with some of your old friends and their spouses.

“Remember when (y/n) joined that band, didn’t you guys have a few hits?” said one of your old friends.

“Oh god don’t remind me, you remember Justin, that self-righteous git who thought he was god’s gift to women he put me off joining a band ever again” you groaned as you remembered.

“What band?” he asked looking at you with a smirk.

“Oh you haven’t told him” said one of your other friends as she rooted through her bag, “Let me find the pictures”

“Oh god” you gran as you bury your head into Steve’s shoulder. Steve on the other had was distracted by the pictures your friend was showing you. He couldn’t help but smile at the realisation that the talented girl in the pictures was his wife.


You had been part of the Avengers for years and tonight the BBC were doing a documentary, (y/n): the face behind the mask.

“That sounds unnecessarily dramatic” you said as Tony wrapped an arm around your shoulder cuddling you close.

“It’s better than what they did on me” Natasha said, “How deadly is a Black Widow?”

“They need to fire the person behind the names” you said as you reached for the popcorn. 10 minutes had passed when they introduced your past career.

“It is unbelievable that more hasn’t been made off her past theatre career” the presenter said before a montage of you onstage in various costumes flashed across the screen, “In her short career before the battle of New York she had won 2 Olivier Awards and 2 Tony’s and had been part of Award winning casts”

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you and you could feel yourself go bright red, “It was years ago” you started to explain only to be cut off.

“JARVIS, look up recording of (Y/n) performing” he said. Immediately a video came up on screen from a performance you and the cast has done at the Tony’s.

“You were in Hamilton” Natasha said turning to you.

“I played Eliza” you said.

“Shhh” Tony said as the video started to play. After a few minutes it got to your part of who lives who dies who tells your story. You were looking down when you felt Natasha tap you and point up. The song had just ended and you looked up to see an emotional Tony on screen.

“Well what can I say it was an emotional scene” Tony said as a couple of the guys raised an eyebrow at him, “I’m man enough to cry and not be ashamed.


You were making drinks in your apartment for Thor and your friends when you herd music followed by shouting from the other room.

“LADY (Y/N) YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU COULD SING LET ALONE THAT YOU COULD SING SWEETER THAN THE MORNING BIRDS” Thor shouted causing your eyes to widen as you ran into the living room. Only once you saw what was on the screen of your friend’s phone did you fully understand. It was in that moment you cursed the internet.


He needed information on an old mission you had been on as it was believed HYDRA had taken over the business once you and S.H.I.E.L.D. had closed it. When he was searching through your files he found on old music video that you cover had used and he had an idea.

“Remind me why I agreed to this Clint” Natasha said as she set up the camera, smirking as she saw the outfit Clint was wearing.

“Because you like to see me make an idiot out of myself and I promised to get you pizza” Clint said as he applied eyeliner, checking himself out in the mirror, “Now be honest with me Nat does my ass look big in this?”

It was the next day when you got an email from Clint. You opened it up to find a video attached. Your eyes opened wide when you saw it. He was miming to an old music video you made for cover. He was even dressed in a similar outfit to yours.


It was just after the battle of New York and you had stayed out of the press spotlight for a few years before it happened. You were sitting in with the rest of the team when the news coverage of the aftermath was interrupted.

“Sorry to interrupt you John but it has been confirmed to us by the Department of Defence that the rumours are true that the Avenger with the elemental manipulation powers is in fact (y/n) (y/l/n) formerly of the Grammy award winning band (b/n) which so famously fell apart after she left.” Said Karen the reporter on screen reading from a sheet of paper that had just been handed to her.

“You were in (b/n)” Tony said looking up at you, “I knew I recognised you from somewhere” he whispered to himself before resuming his previous activity of staring into the distance. That was the last that any of the Avengers had to say on it for a while.

Until there was a gathering of the Avengers at Stark Tower and Tony asked you to sing one of your old songs.

“No Tony” you said as you looked at the drunk man in front of you.

“Please (y/n) pretty please” he said as Pepper dragged him out behind her and the rest of the Avengers started to filter out of the room.

That left you and Bruce to wash out glasses and put stuff away. You were washing some glasses and he was drying them when he asked, “So why don’t you sing anymore (y/n)?”

You kept looking at the glass in your hands, “Its not that I don’t sing anymore its that I don’t sing those songs or that type of music anymore, it reminds me of a bad place”

He nodded before asking, “What kind of songs do you sing?” He asked as he leaned on the counter top.

“Anything but the old ones you laughed” as you put another glass on the dish rack.

“Can you sing me one of those, please” he asked looking at you softly.

The caught his eye before looking back down into the soapy water as you opened you mouth and sung a verse.


Sam’s little sister is protective, so once she knew your name she did a google search. She found all of your social media you had, including a you tube channel you shut down just after the battle of New York. She watched every video she could, it was only after she watched them all did she send a link to Sam.

He sat and marathoned the videos but was absolutely taken back when he heard one of you singing. He sent it to you with a caption, “I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COUD SING”. As a result the two of you would sing musical duets around the apartment.


He had a crush on you, and then he herd you sing with Wanda one day and he fell deeply in love with you. You were just sitting on Wanda’s bed with her, singing along to a song he didn’t realise. Soon enough he found the two of you there every day at the same time.

He didn’t do anything, until one day when Wanda asked him to give you some note sheets. He took out a pen and wrote across the top of the sheet. He set of looking for you, he found you in the kitchen making yourself a cup of coffee.

“Hey (y/n)” he said as he appeared at the kitchen counter next to you.

“Hey Pietro, how’s my favourite speedster doing?” you asked as you stirred your coffee.

“I don’t know I haven’t seen the last episode of the Flash” he said, smiling as you laughed.

“You know what I mean Piet” you laughed.

“I’m fine (y/n), actually Wanda wanted me to give you these” he said as he handed you the note sheets.

“Thanks Piet…” you started to say until you saw what was written at the top of the sheet.

(y/n) would you like to go on a date with me. Pietro x

“Yes, Piet, I would live to go on a date with you” you said as you looked up from the note sheet.


He had just woken up from a nightmare when he first herd you sing. He felt himself relax in your arms as you sang a song that his immigrant mother had sung to him a thousand times when he was you. As time went on it became your go to method to calm him down after a nightmare and you worried about how little sleep he got when you weren’t there.

That was why you searched up your old you tube channel you had when you were a teenager. You complied every song you found on there and even recorded a few new ones and put them all on an iPod. You gave it to him the morning you left for a long mission.

“When did you record all these songs (y/n)” he said as he scrolled through the device.

“I had a bunch of them up on a you tube channel when I was 15” you said as you finished packing your bag. “And I recorded a few new ones when you were on a mission in Argentina” you said as you felt him come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist.

“Thank you doll” he whispered in your ear as nuzzled your neck.


You had just gotten into bed with Wanda and the conversation turned to home. She told you about Sokovia and you told her about your home country. You saw the sparkle in Wanda’s eyes as she told you about the traditional music in her home country.

“What about (y/c)?” she asked as she moved a lock of hair behind your ear.

“We had a lot of traditional music” you said as you thought back many years,

“Can you sing a bit for me?” she asked as she rested her head under your chin, relaxing instantly as she heard the words flow out of your mouth, slowly lulling her to sleep. When you fell into silence once more she asked “When did you learn to sing like that?”

You smiled gently at her as you ran your fingers through her hair, “I was in a band back home”.


Sharon first learnt you could sing when you were paired on a mission together. You used your voice to seduce your target, it was very straight forward. Sharon however would take every opportunity she could to tease you about how you used your voice to complete the mission.

However when you were home alone she would always try to get you to sing for her. Sometimes she would sit on your lap and not let you move until you sang a song of her choice. She always choose the same song, one that she had herd her Aunt Angie singing around the house a hundred times. Every time she herd it she would picture her Aunt Peggy smiling as the words filtered through the house.

She would get you to sing unchained melody and as she herd you sing it she knew that she had found someone who was right for her.


It came to no surprise to Maria that you were a musician, she was the one who overlooked you file. What was a surprise to her was how good you were. When she moved into your flat she would spend so much time being mesmerised as you fingers glided across the keys of your piano. She wouldn’t let you finish practising until you played her favourite piece, Swan song by Franz Schubert.


She was doing the usual security checks before someone joins the team. That was when she came across your band, she raised an eyebrow as she clicked the link feeling sceptical about your abilities. She was pleasantly surprised when the video started playing. You were good. Really good.

She quickly downloaded every song you band posted, just when she thought she was finished she found some solo acoustic stuff. It was so different to the energetic sound of your band, Natasha could feel herself relaxing in her seat as the words you sang washed over her. It was safe to say you had a new fan.

Eventually your songs found their way into her daily routine. She listened to your band’s music on her morning run and she listened to your acoustic songs as she wound down for the evening. She never told you. Her attachment to your music grew as she spent more and more time with you. She saw how your traits reflected in the songs. Slowly she started to fall for you, it had started with the songs but it grew when she saw how loving and caring you were.

One morning whilst she was making her morning coffee Natasha hummed the tune to one of your songs. As you were walking into the kitchen you recognised the tune from somewhere, “Hey Nat, what song is that it sounds familiar?” you asked as you opened the mug cupboard.

“You really don’t know (y/n)?” she asked looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“If I knew I wouldn’t ask” you said as you looked at her, with a slightly confused look on your face as you put the mug down on the kitchen counter. Natasha sung a couple of lines from the course of your bands favourite songs, you buried your face in your hands.

“How did you know about those Nat, oh my god that is embarrassing” you said over her laughter. As she looked at you she couldn’t help but feel like now was her chance. She gently took your hands and pulled them away from your face.

“You’re adorable, you know that right” she said as you looked up at her. Then you felt her lips on yours, a second later you moved your lips in sync with hers. Eventually your need for air forced you apart. “How do you feel about catching lunch later (y/n)” Natasha asked.

“That sounds great Nat” you said smiling up at her.

Your singing became a part of your relationship that Natasha came to adore. Sometimes when she was bored she pulled you over to whatever instrument she could find and she would get you to play and sing a song for her. One day you sang a song she had never heard of before, “I haven’t heard that one before” Natasha said as she gazed lovingly at you from across the room.

“I know you haven’t it’s a new one I wrote just for you” you said, smiling as you saw a blush run to her cheeks.

Sometimes your singing proved to be useful. It’s one of the best ways to bring her to earth after a nightmare. As you sing to her softly she curls into resting her head against your chest as you run your fingers through her hair until her breathing evens out and she falls asleep.

I really like this picture because you can only imagine what they're thinking


“Don’t show fear.”

“I don’t trust this guy.”

“This looks bad.”

“I’m a little worried but also intrigued.”

“Stay calm and level headed.”

“I’m kinda glad I’m in a room of Avengers.”

“oh God, what is that?”

“I’m gonna regret this, aren’t I?”


Preference #2

Where you live together:


Manhattan, New York


Brooklyn, New York


Rome, Italy


Amsterdam, The Netherlands


Portland, Maine


Tokyo, Japan


Washington DC, U.S.A


Oslo, Norway


Geneva, Switzerland


Edinburgh, Scotland


Paris, France


Seattle, U.S.A


Darcy has assigned songs for whenever the Avengers phone her.

Tony: Iron Man - Black Sabbath 
Bruce: Radioactive - Imagine Dragons
Steve: Star Spangled Banner
Bucky:  Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes
Tasha: One Woman Army - Porcelain Black
Clint:  The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy 
Thor: The Hammer’s Coming Down - Nickelback
Wanda: Control - Halsey
Pietro: Titanium - David Guetta 
Vision: Robot Rock - Daft Punk
Sam: Blackbird - The Beatles 

Pepper: Girl On Fire - Alicia Keys
Jane: Somewhere Over The Rainbow -  Eva Cassidy
Maria: Fight Song - Rachel Platten 

good enough

@dixiedolittle asked: So, I feel like a prompt pig, but here’s another, please. Darcy. Insecurity. Thank you!

I… well, I tried to play out Darcy’s insecurity about her own self-worth across her interactions with the other Avengers. It got way out of hand, but I wanted something special in honor of the holidays, so… anyways, it’s a bit late for Christmas, but I hope you like it regardless!

Darcy’s crush on Steve is completely unreasonable, given how he basically ignores her existence. Natasha takes it upon herself to intervene, taking advantage of Christmas being right around the corner.  

Or, it takes twelve people to ship it, and one more to make it happen.

1. Natasha

When Natasha first brought it up, Darcy laughed to hide the stab of insecurity that ran through her gut. 

“I barely know the guy, Nat,” she said, ducking her head to hide her blush – there was no doubt the assassin knew about her not-so-secret crush on Steve Rogers. “He’s nice, from what I know, but I don’t think we really mesh.”

She thought back to how he’d never meet her eyes, how he made a point to leave a room if she entered it, how he stood as far away from her as he could. She ignored how much it hurt to remember those things.

“Oh?” Natasha fixed her with a blank stare and a single, arched eyebrow. “You’re going to be the only ones here for Christmas. You never know.”

“I’m serious.” Darcy smiled, but it felt like Natasha could see right though her. “Happy single lady, right here.” 

Natasha hummed, dropping the subject, but Darcy had the sinking feeling that this was going to become a regular occurrence.

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