captain marvell


Prompt: Hey can you write something fluffy with Bucky? His fiancé is starting to have doubts about things between them cause she’s just a normal girl that works in retail? She thinks he deserves better like Natasha or a shield agent. But he reassures her and gets Natasha’s help doing something cute for her?

Word count: 2975

A/N: Fluffy relationship Bucky is my favorite Bucky xx I’m hoping to get more up soon!!

Originally posted by little--batman

You’d met Bucky a year ago in the small cafe you worked in, the same one you’d worked at since you were sixteen and you had no reason not to love your job. You loved talking to the regulars, people whose orders you had memorized and had ready the second they walked in. You loved meeting people from all walks of life; wealthy business owners constantly on the phone debating their next deal, tired mothers who just needed a caffeine fix to get through the day, broke college students looking for a cheap food option between the expensive restaurants that New York city offered. 

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Bucky: May I have one of your fries?
Tony: Of course. Can I have a bite of your burger?
Bucky: Absolutely not.
Clint: Some perfect couple. He won’t even share his food with him.
Bucky: It has avocado on it. He’s allergic to avocado.

Animated Spider-Man movie poster

You’re Worth The Danger.

Request from anon:Can I request a Bucky x reader? She’s a civilian but they’ve been dating for months. Some hydra agents have been watching her and try to kidnap her when she was home alone. She manages to run away and hide inside a store calling Bucky to get her. After he picks her up he has her move in with him at the tower where she’ll be safe. Tony has a soft spot for her so he gives her an all access key and welcomes her to the family.

Note: All Russian was done through Google translate so I apologise to anyone who understands it and it doesn’t actually mean what it should do!

Bucky x Reader

Words: 2,437

Warnings: Violence, intimidating behaviour, threat to life and a swear word.

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

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Sometimes you wished you could stay frozen in this moment of time forever…your boyfriend’s arms wrapped protectively around you as he slept peacefully next to you and your eyes gazing upon his perfect face. Every morning for the past few months now you had been greeted with this sight and it never grew old. Not only was he ridiculously handsome but he was part of the Avengers too! Yes you, an ordinary civilian, was dating an individual that helped to save the world on pretty much a daily basis……it was like your life had suddenly turned into a script from a movie and even now as you felt his presence and you looked upon him you still couldn’t wrap your head around it all.

“Are you watching me sleep again [y/n]?”

A tired smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he slowly, and a little reluctantly, opened both of his eyes. He knew you did it every morning but until now he had never mentioned it. It amused him that rather than getting up and starting your day you would just lay there and watch him instead. He couldn’t see any fascination with him sleeping but if it kept you happy then he would live with it.

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Sleepless nights


Request: Could I request a reader x Steve where reader is suffering from ptsd from a near death experience and the best way Steve could help is by staying up at night in front of her door when she’s up at nights crying. The reason he does it because he tried to wake them but they are violent in their sleep. Then one night they find his asleep against the wall and so they joins him thinking he does it because something is bothering him.

Warnings: swearing, PTSD, PTSD attacks

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Originally posted by hothothotgg

   Another night of (Y/N) crying, another hopeless night of sleep for Steve as he listened to their heartbreaking cries. He couldn’t do anything else, the last time he tried to actually wake them up they damn near slit his throat in surprise, needless to say he’d been staying outside of their room from then on out. 

   The nightmares, the crying, the sleepless nights all began 4 months ago when a particular mission turned out to be the worst failure of any mission ever completed. They lost two agents that day and nearly lost (Y/N). It had been a simple enough mission, get some intel, take out the bad guys but little did anyone know that the enemies had backup, and lost of it too. On the spot (Y/N)’s partners were killed, shot in the head as soon as they set foot within the base. (Y/N) on the other hand had been taken within the deeper halls of the base, locked inside a room, and tortured mercilessly.

    Fury had tried to tell Steve about what they had done to (Y/N) but he couldn’t stand to think about it, everytime he’d turn away, leave the room, plug his ears, anything to never know what (Y/N) had been through. For precautionary measures (Y/n) was placed on Steve’s floor so he could keep a constant eye on them, make sure their state of mind didnt get worse, just to be there if they ever needed it. But having (Y/N) on his floor also meant having to hear them scream and cry every night and not be able to do a damn thing about it.

    Every night Steve sat at their door, tears of his own sliding down his cheeks as he listened to (Y/N) sobbing for help but he knew better than to go in, going in was far too dangerous to risk, even for him. So that’s what Steve was doing now, just like every other night, sitting at (Y/N)’s door as they cried and he was absolutely helpless. 

   Tears of frustration slid down his cheek, collecting on his tank top. He didn’t ask for fucking much in this world, just a chance to make people safe and happy so why the hell couldn’t he help (Y/N)? God- he could just punch something or cry more. Yeah…crying more sounded better. 

   Eventually the tears began to subside, not only his own but (Y/N)’s too, they fell silent, meaning that for now they were getting a good rest.

    Steve had fallen asleep ages ago, his own exhaustion and frustration getting the better of him. Usually he’d leave before (Y/N) could find him in the mornings but that night he’d been too tired. So now he was camped out beside their door, snoring softly. 

   (Y/N)’s door creaked open slightly and they stepped out into the dim lighted hallway. Their eyes were more than swollen and puffy, their voice was incredibly hoarse, and they felt sick to their stomach but a soft snoring from outside their door convinced them to walk outside. They looked around, stopping when their eyes landed upon Steve, sleeping soundly right beside their door. (Y/N)’s brows furrow in confusion, after all, Steve had his own bedroom to stay in, why was he parked outside their door sleeping? Was their something wrong with his room? Maybe he was lonely? Maybe he was having nightmares again? 

   Occasionally Steve’s own PTSD would flare up and he’d have vivid nightmares. His screams would forever be ringing in (Y/N)’s ears, his cries forever etched into their mind. But (Y/N) hadn’t heard screaming at all that night, which debunked the PTSD theory. Perhaps he just needed some company, someone to talk to when the sun came up?

     (Y/N) yawns softly as they trudge back into their room, retrieving a blanket and pillow from their bed before slipping back outside, closing their door behind them. They situated themself beside Steve, laying beside him. They draped the blanket over his body and theirs, meaning they had to sit more than close together. (Y/N) set the pillow up against the wall and leaned their hea back against it, sighing softly. It actually wasn’t too uncomfortable. Steve’s warmth invaded their own, plus the pillow and blanket made the floor much more bearable. In fact, (Y/N) was starting to think it was so much more bearable than sleeping all alone in their bed. They’d take Steve, a blanket and pillow, and the floor over a bed any day. 

   (Y/N) turned their head a bit, resting one portion of it on Steve’s shoulder. 

   "Night Stevie,“ (Y/N) whispers, their eyes already slipping closed.

    The next day Steve woke to the feeling of something pressed into his side, there was a pair of arms wrapped around him tightly and he didn’t feel as cold as he had the previous night. 

   He blearily opened his eyes to look around but his gaze stopped when it landed on (Y/N) sitting next to him, curled into him as close as possible. Their mouth was open slightly, soft little snores falling past their lips. Their eyes were swollen and red but at least they weren’t crying now, that’s all that mattered to Steve. In fact- he didn’t think he had heard them cry at all after he fell asleep…what had happened when he was out? 

   Just as though he had spoke to soon (Y/N) began to whimper in their sleep, the telltale signs of an oncoming fit. Steve knew he should get away, after all, what if they tried to joke him this time? But instead he found himself wrapping his arms around (Y/N) gently, being cautious not to wake them. 

    "Shhh,” Steve whispers to them, his lips pressed against their hairline. “It’s okay (Y/N), nobody’s gonna hurt you, your safe with me,” He knew he was treading on thin ice here but he couldn’t stand to listen to another one of (Y/N)’s heart breaking attacks. “I’ve got you, I’m not gonna let anyone touch you,” (Y/N) slowly seems to settle back down, their whimpering ceasing and their body going limp against him. Whatever he had just done worked out, he had finally gotten (Y/N) to calm down during one of their attacks. 

    Steve can’t help but smile in relief; it was music to his ears not to have (Y/N) crying and screaming out, his heart couldn’t stand another minute of it.

     With a soft sigh Steve reclines his head against the wall, staring up at the ceiling as he slowly traced soothing circles into (Y/N)’s arm, still being cautious not to wake them. Steve’s breathing started to even out, his eyes slipped closed, and he could barely feel himself falling asleep when he could have sworn he heard a soft whisper, 

   "Thank you Stevie,“


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Imagine being in a secret relationship with your American History professor, Steve Rogers, and he asks you to stay after class.

——— Request for Bixbi ———

“I need to speak with you about your, uh, last exam,” Professor Rogers ad-libs as he stops you from collecting your things and leaving the classroom with the rest of the class. Your friend who is sat beside you gives you a confused look before you promise that you’ll catch up with them later. Continuing to put your things in your bag, you wait for the rest of the class to file out as you leisurely walk towards the podium at the front of the lecture hall, where your American History professor was stacking his papers, as well.

You knew for a fact that he didn’t want to speak with you about your last exam, because last week you’d gone to his office to see what you’d missed. He glances up at you as you stand patiently in front of him, the sound of the industrial door’s closing the signal that you were the last student in the classroom.

His demeanor immediately changes in private as he leans towards you, “We’re still on for tonight, right?”

“At your place?” you smile, excitement shooting through you at your secret, “So long as you still want me to come over.”

“Oh, there’s no question about that,” Steve chuckles, giving you an extremely quick kiss considering anyone could still walk in. As he grabs his stuff, he nods towards the door, “Walk me out?”

Chameleon [part 3]

Synopsis: [still in construction]
Requested: not at all
Pairing: Bucky×Reader
Warnings: none so far

Preview: Part 1; Part 2

A/N: A lovely reader contacted me last night to know if she could be part of my tag list. I didn’t have one but because of her, I thought maybe other people wanted to be tagged on the following chapters. So if you are interested in making part of my readers list, let me know. 

“Have you ever been in a fight?” Natasha tied her hair in a pony tale such thing she only did when training. Letting her hair down was her thing and everybody knew that.

“A couple of times.” you replied. “But I’ve been in several car chases, so don’t go start of thinking I’m a total inexperienced.” Natasha gave you a half smile because she knew you were being comic. It was the type of line she could imagine herself saying with the same tone you used but not everybody would get her humour. 

It was your first day at the gym with Natasha and you could consider yourself excited for what was to come. You had to admit that you were afraid of pissing her off with your lack of fighting skills. As you told Steve before, you were more of a strategist. Getting physical would be your last option in whatever situation. 

“Come on, show me what you can do.” agent Romanoff expected to see your best moves, total force and impact. She really wanted to have at least one reason to like you, to accept you. 

“What do you mean? You want me to just… like… go?” you had no more time to discuss your questions, next thing you saw was Natasha attacking you and you really did not want to get hit by her. 

You tried dodging her fists, but this woman could really take you down so easily. She was just giving you some beginners level of training and you already failed. She stopped her moves and watched as you panted with your back bent down and your hands on your knees. “What the hell?!”

You got up and Natasha waited so you could take a breath before she attacked you again. She was getting entertained, yes, but she wanted you to succeed and survive this first day like a real woman, like an avenger. 

“Are you trying to kill me?” again you came up with questions and so far this was being the longest dialogue you had since you got there. Natasha smiled. Your mind was only now questioning if tomorrow you would wake up to be alive or just have been gone to heaven after this training session. 

“Don’t be a chicken, Y/N. If you are here, if you are going to stay, there are things you must get through. This is just the beginning.” her crossed arms were now positioned as she would start round two, you got up quickly to your best posture and tried imitating her. “Ready?”

Hell no. You didn’t want to break your whole skeleton that morning but hey, you had a better plan. It would compromise the low profile you wanted to keep, but if you really wanted to blend in the group, to fit in as you had thought last night, you had to start making your moves. Sooner or later this would happen, right? Right. 

“Hell yeah.”

Natasha who was on the other side of the gym, took your last words as fuel to run towards you and do what she thought would be best, teach you how incredibly awesome were her moves and you had to at least learn one third of them until your first mission. 

But barely knew Natasha that you had other things in mind. Why learning them if you could only copy everything? Sounded weird if you wanted to say it out loud, but there was where your low profile got ruined and you used your mutant powers to copy Natasha’s DNA in mere seconds just before she threw her first punch and you dodged as if the real Natasha would do. 

“What the f-” she took a look on your face that looked just like her own. The perfect replica, better than any twin could ever look like the other. Agent Romanoff got interrupted by your grasp on her arms that made her spin around and get on her knees. She then found herself in the weirdest situation ever, having to fight against herself, it was’t Y/N anymore. 

Her legs swung to the sides dropping you in an amusing way to the floor. She got out of your grasp seeing an opportunity to go on top of you and just hold you down the way she knew you couldn’t get away. Well, at least she thought Y/N couldn’t get away. “What is that? What the hell is that, Y/N!?”

She screamed at you, she was completely confused so you decided to go back to your own skin, leaving Natasha’s DNA stored in your brain. The transformation was so fast and done kind of magically that under Natasha’s eyes, it was the most incredible thing she could have experienced. 

“Can you now let go of my arms?” you asked and so she did. She got up scared (or was it impressed?), and gave you a hand so you could get on your feet again. 

“So that… That’s what you have been hiding.” she concluded. 

“Well, it has only been a day and a few hours I got here. It isn’t the longest I kept a secrete. But yes, I did not want it to be used like that.” You said. You were pretty talkative today, it was unusual. Maybe it was happening because after so long, you had people around that you could have conversations with. 

“Tony must see this.” Natasha rushed to the door and you couldn’t let her go. 

“No! He can’t. Nobody can know about it now. Just for now…” she stopped to hear you. She wanted Tony to see what you were capable of even though it was scary and dangerous. “I guess I only showed you because we will get to spend some time here with you trying to kill me, while the only thing I have to defend myself is using other people’s skills.”

“Right.” Natasha swallowed your words still thinking about everything that just had happened. “But letting the others know about this” she pointed at you “will change things around here. They will see you as part of the team.”

“Nobody trusts a woman who can ‘change skin’. Don’t you see? They will never like having me around afraid of what I will turn into. Or what I’ll be doing in another skin.” you tried to show your point that was more than valid. Natasha understood. She looked at you, she watched your figure for silent seconds until she came up with something to say.

“Fine. But we need to talk about it. Your first mission is coming soon and we need to know what to do.” 

You nodded. Natasha had a half smile again, it was her best try of making you feel comfortable. She wanted you to trust her now that she knew about your powers, but there were still a lot of things she wanted to know about you. She knew it wouldn’t be easy because, just like herself, you had your past, your traumas, and your deepest secrets.

“How was the first day of training?” Asked Clint as you entered the living room where almost the entire team was gathered. 

“Not bad.” Answered Natasha glancing at you reminding you that she was being loyal to what you have asked her.

You didn’t know why you were there with them, and apparently there was no reason to be chilling in the living room. You remembered why Nick Fury selected you and brought you there and just by the thought of it, you shivered. Why could anyone just chill while there was a huge problem coming towards all of them sooner than they thought? But you, Y/N, thought twice and considered the next few hours your relaxing time. After all, you were tired and really wanted to just give your legs a little break. 

You didn’t know where to sit. So you looked around quickly and found a spot on the comfy couch. Right next to Bucky. You laughed to yourself hoping nobody noticed. How funny was it? He scared you, remember? But at the same time, the scary man was the first one to smile to you, and maybe the only one to give you another look that wasn’t judgmental. 

You walked over to the couch and sat without asking for permission. Nobody minded your movement around the room, but they seemed to be awaiting for something. Or someone. As you have noticed before, not all of them were present so you thought that maybe they were just expecting the others to join them. 

“How actually was your first day of training?” Bucky asked in a whisper not wanting anyone else to make part of this conversation. He saw the chance to talk to you so he took it. 

“I survived all Natasha’s attempts to kill me. I would say I did pretty good.” Your humour wasn’t hilarious, you knew already. But the choice of words and tone was what made Natasha slightly like you and unconsciously you tried to do the same with the soldier. 

He laughed came from his nose. Maybe he also liked your comic side. Maybe. You took the chance to look at him from closer, it was awesome. He went from super villain to a superhero in such short time. You certainly could go from mutant girl to superhero just like he did. That was what Nick believed. Professor Xavier too, you thought.

”What are we doing here?” You asked trying to understand the purpose of being in that room.

“We’re waiting for Steve and Tony.” He said not actually answering your question. 

“Tony doesn’t like me.” But neither did Sam. Bucky had his attention fixed on your face. He watched you frown with the affirmation. 

Tony didn’t like anybody at first sight. He always had the worst impressions of the people until you proved him wrong. But Bucky couldn’t give you any advise since his history with Stark was much more delicate than yours. You knew everything about this drama, part came from the media that couldn’t stop talking about Bucky and his past, and other information came from what you heard at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. 

Tony and Steve finally showed up in the living room and their presence made you pay attention to what was to come. You were curious to know what all of you were there for. It was when Steve held up a dvd case and from afar your couldn’t recognize the cover.

“We’re watching The Great Gatsby.”

A/N: This ending! I kinda hate it but I can also imagine Steve Rogers being all excited to watch a movie.

About Y/N’s powers, guys, you will more details soon. Don’t give up on me! 

Tell me what do you think about Y/N’s superpowers, and what do you think is going to happen from now on. There is still a lot to come. 

-Pearl Writer

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Captain’s Vigilante (8/?)

Word Count: 4600ish

Warnings: Language, violence, so much action (I’m sorry for being so descriptive about those btw it may get boring). All research (also some of the science stuff) that was done by a quick glance of Wikipedia. Please don’t expect things to be accurate, I’m not good at these kinds of things.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You are a genius vigilante, misunderstood, feared and on top of the Avengers watch list. They see you as a major threat and has to be stopped. They’ve no idea you only have the best of intention but just has no idea how to express it a better way. And you like the reputation they gave you. It’s what you’re used to so you play with it. After yet another visit to the Avengers tower and being caught and then being shot. Things take a turn for you both when Steve seemed to break those walls and get to know the real you.

A/N: This was supposed to be only one but it turned out to be too long so I split it up. Next chapter will be out very soon!! Enjoy!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7


Originally posted by oursisthefvry

Steve ran; he ran as fast as he could. 

He got to his motorcycle and sped off, no question exceeding the speed limit. His heart was pumping out of his chest, he could hear ringing in his ears, his hold on the handle bars were tight enough to distort it out of its shape. He wouldn’t be this worried if what he didn’t have that conversation with Tony earlier right before he left. Tony’s words were all that was echoing in his mind, anxiety pumping through his veins. 

“It’s like a lightning rod.” Tony turned the baton around as it glowed, inspecting it. He was proud of his invention. He spent a good amount of time on it. “Shocks the person in fainting." 

"Hella painful,” he said proudly as if that’s something to boast about. Steve could only roll his eyes. He’s seen [Y/N] done better weapons but he kept his mouth shut and let Tony have his moment. 

“You wanna try?” Tony asked as he faced Cap, the weapon almost grazing his face, making him move away. Steve eagerly shook his head which made Tony huff in annoyance. He dumped the weapon back on the table, silently whirring with its electric charge. “Oh well, I’ll have a chance to test it later." 

Steve chuckled at him talking to himself as he handed over the files he had on his hands to Tony. Tony glanced him up and down, taking a note of Cap’s getup. It was causal but it was his usual outfit for one of his missions. 

"Another mission, capsicle?"Tony removed his safety goggles, his eyes scanning over the files Steve had brought him. "You’ve been incredibly busy these past few months." 

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