Warnings: Still kinda lame, bad pickup lines (that I did not come up with), bad language, sexual innuendos, my writing
(A/N): My friend requested a second, more dirty, part. So, yeah…hope you´re happy. Kinda lamer than the first part, but whatever. And once again, if you see a pickup line/ dirty remark that belongs to you, please message me and I´ll gladly credit you. Enjoy.
Summary: You thought you heard the last of me? Ha! Or: The Team attempts to cope with your You-ness.
impatiently, watching you turn and blink at him all too innocently.
Captain? Admire the view?”
behind yourself, towards the small group of people that were currently being
shoved into the back of a SHIELD van. Two young, handsome males and a
beautiful, blonde female.
“They are terrorists, [Y/N]. Can you at least fake
your head with an amused smirk, your gaze lingering on him just long enough to
see him reach out to massage his temple.
“What am I
going to do with you?”
bubbles up at the back of throat and you turn, sending him a wink over your
shoulder as you set into a casual stroll towards his motorcycle.
Captain, I can think of a few things. Might need to stretch first though.”
groan only serves to amuse you further, [E/C] meeting his cerulean blue ones
just as he sweeps a hand over his slightly reddened face.
serious, [Y/N]. If you step out of line one more
give me a good spanking, got it, Captain.”
his face in his hands with a shuddering sigh, the flush that spreads across his
face delightfully bright.
And I can tell, today´s going to be a good day.
you pull that off?”
disbelieving whisper drags a small chuckle out of you, your grip on his arm
tightening insignificantly when he slowly leads you towards the emergency exit,
flash-drive with the needed data safely stored in his jackets pocket.
wise person once said: If you can´t blow them away with your brilliance, baffle
them with your bullshit.”
He snorts a
laugh, opening the door for you once you´ve made sure that you could slip away
haven’t even slept together yet.”
teasingly his way, easily slipping into the driver´s seat of your getaway car,
while Bruce stands next to it for a few moments, shaking his head in a mixture
of amusement and embarrassment.
a lot of brilliant ideas in your life- a
whole lot, but this, you decide, might just have been one of your very best.
tell me I´m hallucinating…”
disbelieving whisper drags a chuckle out of you, [E/C] sparkling in amusement
as you push away from the set of suits that both Pepper and you have taken
great pleasure in painting bright neon pink.
“Well, I am
dreamy, but please do contain yourself, darling.”
He takes a
shaky inhale, his eye twitching to the rhythm of his pulse. Or as doctor Cho would
have put it, unhealthily fast.
worry, it´s not waterproof”
You grin at
him, reaching out to plant your lips to his cheek in an attempt to soothe his
rattled nerves, before you lean back with a playful smirk on your lips.
you say we get out of here, darling. To blow of some steam. Emphasis on the blow.”
on thin air, his eyes widening, and you take a picture, laughing at it and his
truly priceless expression for the rest of your day-off.
upon hearing Bucky´s voice, training your eyes onto the item the soldier was
currently referring to.
out to be Wanda´s new scarf, a fabric of gorgeous scarlet color that
complimented both her powers and leather jacket lovely.
up from across the room, sending you a quick look that almost begs you to say
something also. Preferably something incredibly dirty. And who are you to
does. Maybe if you´re feeling a little frisky you´ll let me use it on you in
more existing ways.”
and buries her face in her scarf, her cheeks as delightfully red as the fabric
itself, while you merely take a calm sip of your tea and tone out Clint´s
failed to be pleased by Bucky´s delight at the simplest and most basest of things,
one of the main reasons why you took to treating the Super Soldier to lunches
and dinners every now and again, introducing him to various restaurants, bars
and cafés while you were at it too.
You grin up
at him from behind your burger
usually the circumstances I hear that, but I´ll take it.”
narrowly dodge a fry that he throws your way, laughing at the small blush that
tinted his cheeks as his creative imagination paved a way for, what you are
sure, were some incredibly dirty thoughts and pictures.
watch a movie?”
at Sam from behind the book that you were reading, teasingly raising a delicate
Wilson, a little ´Netflix and Chill´ is always welcome”
his own brows in slightly flustered disbelief, turning to Pietro for help only
to receive a nonchalant shrug in return.
You throw a
book at the speedster, watching bemusedly as he calmly dodges it by craning his head to
“Glad I´m flexible, right?”
“Certainly, although I´d love to find out just how flexible you can be, love.”
him to a coy smirk and flirtatious chuckle, ruffling up his hair on your way to
the elevator when you take notice of the color that set upon his cheeks.
or what, Wilson?”
“Me? Oh I-“
“Oh, I´m sure he already
at Tony´s good natured jab, teasingly beckoning the flustered Sam to join you
in the elevator with a wiggle of your index finger.
to most people´s surprise, had always been one of your strong suits, combined
with the fact that you, not very unlike Natasha, were impeccable at stealth, it
made you into a force to be reckoned with.
that Clint, just like HYDRA, learned to fear. For wholly different reasons.
shriek rips from his lips and you muster a self-satisfied smirk in return,
watching him jump away from you, with clear amusement in your eyes.
his chest for emphasis, wheezing and far from amused by your sudden and quite
frankly startling appearance.
darling, is where I beg to differ. I hold firm to the belief that I´m like
walking heroin, very habit forming-“
never ends well”
at him and nod, offering him the basket of fries you brought along to share
with the Archer.
this is out of the way, I figured you´d be hungry, after a jump like that.”
the withering look he gives you at the mention of his reaction to your sudden
appearance, he takes the basket.
you could be scared of lil´ol´me…”
swallowing, he quickly adds
grin at him, the flirtatious twinkle in your eyes unmissable and bright
this case, rest assured, darling. I still have some tricks up my sleeve that
can make you tremble- perhaps not in fear, but-“
You snort a
laugh at him as he chokes on his fries and leave him to his demise, still
coughing and red-faced.
your knuckles one by one, allowing your gaze to stray from her self-satisfied
smirk and onto the heap of whimpering and unconscious HYDRA Agents before you.
their bones is one thing, but shattering their bones, stepping on their manly
pride and then laughing in their faces…”
You turn to
give her a look of mock disappointment
A teasing, lopsided grin is what it takes
for Natasha to realize her mistake. Her green eyes flitting to where your hand
is already reaching for your own pair of handcuffs.
“With utmost pleasure”
You found Maria to be a person of utmost
grace and intelligence. Someone who, despite being confined to her office for
the better part of forever, still had
no trouble slipping into the role of an active Agent if need be.
It´s unlike you, and if somebody were to
point it out, you would most certainly deny it, but you admired that about her.
So, it came as no surprise to you when your
eyes lingered on her frame for a moment longer than they needed to be, watching
profanities leave her lips in an enraging volume if only to convince the target
that she was truly offended.
Out of the corner of your eye, you catch
Natasha´s gaze on you, her own green eyes twinkling in amusement as she watched
your lips curl upwards at Maria´s impeccable performance.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Her voice reaches you over the com
“I´d love to make that woman scream for
It takes you a moment to realize why Maria
cracks for a split-second, a flush setting upon her cheeks.
“She left her com on”
Natasha informs you and not missing a beat,
she adds a questioning
“You´ll never stop, will you?”
You merely shake your head, teasingly
winking Maria´s way when she sends you a half-hearted glare over the target´s
Request: hello! I was wondering if you
could write a reader x avengers where the reader died during a mission. Fury
give Tony a USB key and told him to watch the video with the rest of the
avengers. on the video the reader is talking about how much she loved them and
tells each avenger little facts that she loved about them and she thanks them for
being her family. I don’t know if that make sense.. sorry I’m french :) thank
you if you write my request. bye, I love you xx
It had been a month.
You had gone on a mission alone. They didn’t have a specific
time for you to come back, and you were undercover, so the avengers didn’t bat
an eyelid when you didn’t call in and didn’t come back in over a month. But
then they heard the news.
So imagine the avengers all being teenagers again due to one of banners experiments gone wrong and now have to go to school with Peter. What they find out about the little spider-ling is that he’s absolutely in love with a girl named y/n. How they know? Well, try asking Parker a question while he’s too distracted staring at you the entire time.
Plz notify or tag me if you’ve written this out. THX LOVES
Best Boyfriend You’ve Never Had (Bucky x Reader)- Part 3
Summary: The wedding is now in two weeks, and the Reader and Bucky do some planning on the backstory of their ‘relationship’. A mission doesn’t go as expected, and Steve suggests the reader and Bucky head for the wedding early as a well-earned break.
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Bruce Banner (briefly mentioned), Thor Odinson (briefly mentioned), Maria Hill (briefly mentioned), Helen Cho (briefly mentioned)
were sitting in your room, reading a book with the TV quietly playing a random
show for background noise, your attention consumed by the plot unraveling in
the pages under your gaze. Your fingers fiddled with the corner of the page you
were reading before eagerly turning it to the next, your brow furrowed in
bewilderment. You barely registered the soft rapping of knuckles on your
doorframe until the sound of your name spoken in the voice you knew so well
pulled you from the world of Paul Sheldon and the psychotic Annie Wilkes. Your
eyes reluctantly tore their gaze from the story to the doorway, soaking in the
sight of Bucky leaning relaxed against the frame, arms crossed and long dark
locks tucked behind his ears. You smiled in greeting. He was dressed in a black
V-neck tee with dark grey sweatpants resting low on his hips, feet clad in the
fuzzy red and green striped reading socks you’d bought him for Christmas last
year. He looked as comfortable as you felt in his presence.
I gotta admit, I’m such a sucker for stories where Clint and Phil fall in love when Clint gets caught in a building collapse or something (I made a cave collapse around him once) and then gets pulled out by his teammates and there’s lots of hand-wringing at the hospital but he’s okay and Phil is the one who worries the most, and when Clint wakes up and sees Phil sitting by his bedside all exhausted with worry he just falls right then and there in love.
I gotta admit, I’m such a sucker for stories where Clint helps Bucky rejoin the world and they fall in love over video games and pizza and angry shooting range sessions.
I gotta admit, I’m such a sucker for stories where Clint and Bruce are hanging out saying nothing to each other for months until they both realize they love hanging out and being quiet with each other and they start playing chess together or fixing each other tea and one day they both realize that they’re in love with each other because they can be quiet and still feel loved.
I gotta admit, I love stories where Clint and Natasha fall in love over the span of YEARS and then realize that it’s safe to be in love with each other, that the world is not going to kill them dead for allowing themselves this one thing.
I gotta admit, I love stories where Clint and Tony fall in love over late nights in Tony’s lab listening to too loud rock classics and trying to one-up each other in their various skill-sets (”So what you just invented a new element - look what I can do with a dart”).
I gotta admit, I love stories where Clint and Laura fall in love over long nights in their favorite diner, drinking coffee and laughing and reassuring each other that they both deserve to fall in love despite what the world has told them.
I gotta admit, I love stories where Clint and Maria Hill fall in love over the course of SHIELD ops and safe houses and pulling each other out of fires and then collapsing on her office couch and curling up together to remind each other that even with their crazy SHIELD life they can carve out a chance to love each other.
I gotta admit, I love stories where Clint and Steve fall in love over long motorcycle rides in the middle of the night, where Clint can wrap his arms around Steve’s waist and feel safe. Where Steve can confess to be overwhelmed in this new, modern world and know that Clint will show him the way and not make him feel like an idiot (except when he’s joking and trying to make Steve smile again).
I gotta admit, I love stories where Clint and Sam fall in love over long walks in Central Park and watching kids play on the rocks. Where they drink coffee and reassure each other that losing people doesn’t mean they can’t find love, and playing laser tag with someone who will laugh louder and harder than you might mean true love.
I gotta admit, I just really like Clint Barton falling in love.
Settling in was quick enough, and after quick - unfortunately, separate - showers to wash the feeling on airplane off of you, the two of you descended the stairs. The table was already set while Peter and your father watched some documentary on TV. Their voices carried through the house as the two geniuses discussed different theories and God knows what else, you could never quite keep up with them. Neither could your mother, which is exactly why you found her in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine.
“There you are!” She chirps, pushing herself off of the counter to hand you each a glass. “They’re at it again.” She sighs, shaking her head with a smile and you find yourself swept up in her mirth. You were beyond happy to be home with them to care if they were talking complete gibberish. “All right boys, dinner!” She announced.
Protests erupted from the living room, whines of ‘mooooom’ and ‘c’mon, Hillie’ prompting your mom to only raise an eyebrow. Not a second later, the TV went black as it powered off and they made their way over.
The family fell into a natural rhythm quickly, speaking as if you hadn’t spent any time apart. Your father asked about classes, your brother sheepishly asked about Natasha - to which your mother rolled her eyes. Peter blushed horribly as Bucky broke out into uproarious laughter at his question. He only mumbles something along the lines of ‘she’s like a sister to me!’ which convinces absolutely no one. Your mother’s questions are slightly more pressing.