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–Bucky is no longer allowed to borrow Sam’s clothes. that’s okay, he has Steve’s! 😂🙈

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: Bucky X Steve X Reader

Summary: The reader is an Avenger and has a hard time dealing with the aftermath of a mission. Bucky is there to save her and bring her back from the darkness of her mind.

Warnings: sadness, angst, smut, cursing

A/N: Hey y’all I’m finally back after a hella long break. This is my first time writing smut so please tell me if it’s awful! Also I tagged some of my favorite blogs at the bottom. I hope this is okay but if you want to be removed just let me know :) Feedback is always welcome! 

I don’t remember walking of the jet or walking through the Avengers Tower in the direction of my room, everything was a blur. We had just gotten back from a mission that went terribly wrong, lives on both sides had been lost or jeopardized and it was all my fault. The weight of everything that had occurred over the last twenty four hours started to sink in and I could feel my heart breaking. My best friend, Sam, was gravely injured and no one, not even the doctors, believe that he will pull out of it. Coldness seeped through my body. I walked into the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom and turned the shower on as hot as it would go. My clothes where striped from my body and I crawled into the bathtub. Any energy I had left was gone, so I couldn’t bring myself to stand up, instead I tucked my knees under my chin and sat down in the cold bathtub. The drastic change in temperatures sent chills down my spine.

Time passed, I’m not sure how much time but the fog that once covered the mirror and clung to the air was now gone and the water was freezing cold. A banging from somewhere in the distance brought me out of the daze that covered my brain. The banging became louder and more constant before voice were added to the mix. It was like my brain couldn’t focus on everything happening at once so my body instinctively curled into a tight ball in the bottom of the tub.


“Y/N open the door!”


“Y/N open it or I’m breaking it down!”

It took a few moments for my brain to realize that there were two voices coming from outside of the bathroom door not just one. Somehow the tone of the two voices yelling through the bathroom door signaled something in my brain and brought me out of the fog long enough to realize it was Steve and Bucky. My mind could not comprehend what was happening. Why were they outside of my door? Why were they going to break it down? My mind told me to yell out that I was fine instead I sat still like a statue under the cold water that was streaming down my body.


“Okay, Y/N we’re coming in!” Bucky yelled

Not even the crash from the door being broken off of its hinges and thrown across the room cleared the fog that was encasing my mind.

“Shit!” a voice called out, I think it was Bucky.

The cold stream of water stopped falling on me and another voice broke through.

“I’ll grab towels,”Steve said before footsteps walked out of the room. A face dropped into my vision, blue eyes searching my face.

‘Y/N, what’s wrong baby?”

My eyes met his and my body began to shake. How can you tell someone that you killed their best friend? What kind of monster have I become? I didn’t have the energy to speak or move so I just laid there. Warmth spread across my body and in an instant I was floating, no I was being carried.

“I got ya doll. I’m right here.” Bucky whispered into my hair as he carried me from the bathroom.

“Is she okay?” Steve whispered as I was placed on something soft.

“I don’t know. She won’t say anything.” Bucky replied.

“Should I get Nat or Bruce? You know she’s close to Nat.” Steve asked

I wanted to talk to them I wanted to yell out “No!”, no I don’t want Bruce. I don’t want Nat. I don’t know what I want, what I need. My brain was running a million miles a minute and it wasn’t long before I was pulled back into my own demons.

I was recruited by the Avengers about a year ago, I wasn’t like most of them I didn’t have any superpowers all I had was my fighting and sharp shooting skills. After being recruited I formed a tight bond with the rest of the crew. It was rough at first because I didn’t want to get close to anyone, but I couldn’t resist Nats wittiness or Steve and Bucky’s gentleness. It only took the team a few weeks to break through the hard exterior I had placed around me, once they did they all became my family.

The mission we just returned from was supposed to be a simple one; get in, destroy and get out. Nothing was supposed to go wrong but it did. Sam, Clint and I were tasked with covering all the entrances and exits of the building, nothing was supposed to go in and nothing was supposed to come out. The rest of the team had cleared the inside of the building and we all were just waiting on the signal that we could return to the plane and get out of that hell hole. Sam and I had been joking and not paying much attention, thinking that everything was cleared when we were ambushed. A team of five others jumped us, bullets were flying and kicks were being thrown. Sam and I quickly got rid of four of them before Sam engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the last one. At first it looked like Sam was going to dispose of him easily then the masked man placed a gun to Sam’s head while putting him in a choke hold. Everything seemed to stop all around me and all I was I either take the masked man out or he was going to kill Sam.

My eyes met Sam’s before I took a deep breath, steadied my gun at the masked man and pulled the trigger. In an instant the man moved Sam in front of him and I watched as the bullet pierced Sam’s chest. A scream left my mouth and before I could control my emotions I lunged at the masked man and tackled him, sending us both crashing to the ground. His hands gripped at my arms and he tried to flip me under him but I had better leverage. My knee connected with his groin and his grip slipped, giving me the chance to throw all my weight into a punch directly at his nose. A sickening crunch filled the air before blood started pooling out of the masked mans face. I wasn’t done, it was like a haze filled my mind and all I wanted was blood. I unholstered my gun and pointed it right between the masked man’s eyes before thoughtlessly pulling the trigger. His last breath escaped his lips before the life left his eyes.

A whimper escaped my lips and I was pulled from the fog that encased my mind by a hand stroking my hair and a pair of lips resting against my forehead.

“Doll. Doll, please come back to us.”  Bucky’s lips whispered as they showered my face with kisses. Another hand was rubbing my back while another was placed gently on my thigh.

“We’re here for you Y/N and we’re not leaving.” Steve’s voice said from behind me. Another whimper escaped my lips as I thought of the blood gushing from Sam’s chest. My eyes searched for Bucky and once they met his eyes the floodgate of emotions couldn’t be stopped.

“It’s my fault. Sam was shot because of me. I did it.” my voice cracked out. It didn’t even sound like me and it felt like someone else was speaking. Bucky’s grip on my head tightened as he lifted my face up so he could look me in the eyes.

“None of it was your fault. It was an accident no one blames you Y/N.”  Bucky said.

“I shot the gun. I watched the bullet rip apart his chest. It is my fault. If he dies I won’t be able to live with myself.” I croaked out as the flood gate broke sending tear streaming down my face.  

“Y/N, no one thinks any different of you. We have the best doctors working on him, he will be fine. It was touch and go in the beginning but he’s gonna be okay.” Steve said as he rubbed my back in a comforting manner.

“Y/N, the team loves you just the same. Steve loves you just the same. I love you just the same. It’s going to take a lot more than this to make us stop loving you.” Bucky chimed in.

I sat up in the bed with my back to Steve, what if Bucky and him are right? If Sam is actually going to make it a miracle must have happened. Before I could stop myself my arms wrapped around Bucky’s neck and I straddled his legs, trying to get as close as I could. Tears fell from my eyes and soaked into the material of Bucky’s shirt. Sobs wracked my body and I felt Steve shift closer before his hand continued to rub my back. Coos and sweat word fell from the two boys lips as their hands burned paths across my skin.

Minutes or hours later the sobs echoing from my chest began to calm down and my tears began to dry. My heart was still heavy but I had cried all that my body would allow. I lifted my head off of Bucky’s shoulder and looked into his blue eyes. My body urged me to bend down those few inches separating us and to connect our lips but my mind cautioned me, if I took this step I would never be able to take it back, if this went wrong there would be nothing but destruction left in its path. My mind also craved silence, it craved something other than the hatred i have subjected it to the last countless hours. Mybody was achingly cold, it begged for me to soak up Bucky’s warmth. My resolve snapped and I quickly ducked my head down crashing my lips into Bucky’s.

His lips were everything I ever thought they would be. They were soft and smooth which was nothing like his hands, those were rough and calloused against my skin. I eventually broke away and looked into his searching eyes.

“Please.” I begged.

“We can’t, doll. You are emotionally unstable, this isn’t going to help.” Bucky pleaded.

“Please, I need this. I need comfort. I need a distraction. Please, Bucky”

Steve cleared his throat next to us which drew my attention to the blonde haired man.

“I’m just going to leave you to it, Buck” Steve said as he started to get up from the bed. Before I could comprehend what I was doing my hand shot out and grabbed Steve’s wrist.

“Please stay.” I begged.

His eyes met mine as a look of shock danced across his face. I couldn’t see the look on Bucky’s face but he must have been okay with it because in the next moment  Steve was crawling across the bed to where I was sitting on Bucky’s lap. Bucky’s hand gripped my face and turned it to look at him before his lips crashed into mine. His lips were sweet like honey sprinkled with salt from the tears I shed.  I was so lost in the kiss between Bucky and I that I was startled when warm hands gripped my sides. Steve’s hands started out stroking my sides before they slipped under my shirt. The feel of his warm hands against my ice cold skin brought a whimper from my lips which urged Steve even closer to me.

I could feel the warmth from his chest against my back before his hands traveled even higher and his lips settled on the back of my neck. I broke apart from the kiss with Bucky as my back arched and a moan fell from my lips. Steve’s lips traveled across my shoulder blade before venturing into the side of my neck right below my ear. A gasp escaped my lips, I never knew kissing could be this good, this was enough of a distraction because I didn’t notice the towel covering me was gone until I felt Bucky’s metal hand pinch my nipple before it was quickly replaced with his warm mouth. The contrast from ice cold to warm and wet was startling and a sigh fell from my lips.

All the pleasure was building up and becoming too much. My pussy was throbbing with need and the boys were taking too much time getting there. Between Steve’s lips and teeth leaving love marks across my shoulders and neck and Bucky pulling my nipples with his fingers before soothing it with his talented mouth I needed to find a release. My hands settled on Bucky’s shoulders as I pulled myself free from his kiss and moved my leg to the other side of his making me  straddle his leg before I lowered myself onto it. Bucky’s hand moved from torturing my nipple to grasping the back of my head, urging my lips back to his. This time the kis was much deeper as Steve’s hands stroked broader paths across my skin. Before I could stop him Steve’s fingers found my most sensitive nub and began a slow rotation around it. I broke the kiss between Bucky and I as my breath came out in short puffs. My hips instinctively began to move back and forth against his jean clad leg, all the sensations becoming  overwhelming. Before I could protest Steve’s fingers were gone and he moved away from me.

“Put your arms around me baby girl,” Bucky urged

I quickly complied as Bucky’s hands gripped my thighs and lifted me off of his leg. He stood next to the bed as Steve pulled back the blankets and placed a pillow right where my head was going to go. Bucky slowly lowered me down until I was settled into the mattress. Both boys began shedding the clothes that were covering their bodies. Steve’s hands gripped at the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head before he threw it to the floor. Bucky already hard his shirt off so his hands moved to the button of his jeans. I noticed a trail of moisture where I had settled over his thigh and my inner goddess panted. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs before kicking them off to a corner of the room. In the time it took Bucky to remove his jeans Steve had shredded all of his clothes and began to move toward the side of the bed where my head was. I looked down to see Bucky standing between my legs his eyes were grazing over my whole body leaving a blazing trail up my body before they finally landed on my eyes.

“You are so beautiful baby” he groaned out before he got down onto his knees, making himself eye level with my pussy. I knew what was coming but somehow all the air left my lungs as his tongue did one long stroke through my core. His eyes met mine and he smirked before leaning back down and encircling my clit with his lips. My brain went haywire and my hands fisted the sheets as a moan escaped. Steve moved closer to the bed and his legs straddled my face, leaving his dick hanging at the perfect angle for me to grasp onto it. The skin was smooth and creamy, I stroked it and as I reached the tip a drop of precum seeped out leaving me liking my lips and wondering what he tastes like. While I was admiring Steve’s dick it gave him plenty of time to develop a silent plan of attack with Bucky. Steve bent further over, the movement pushed his dick closer to me and leveled him with my tits. Steves mouth covered my left tit while his finger found my right one and pinched it just enough to leave my mouth hanging open. All the while Bucky kept his head buried between my thighs.

Feeling left out I guided Steves dick to my mouth, my lips closing around it and my tongue circling around it. His fingers stumbled and a curse fell from his lips but I didn’t stop. I loosened my jaw, tightened my lips and Steve just stopped moving. His chest was heaving with pants, all he could do was mutter praises.

“Fuck, baby girl” he swore as his eyes closed and his hips thrusted.

Bucky picked that moment to latch his lips onto my clit and I came undone, moans vibrated around Steve’s dick and he moves his hands to either side of my body. A few strokes later Steve whimpered, “Shit” before gently moved my hands from his dick and eased out of my mouth. Bucky stood as well and climbed up the bed so my legs were on either side of him and his dick was lined up with my center.

“You sure, doll?” he asked as his eyes bore into mine. “You can’t take this back, we can stop now.”

“Please don’t stop” I begged. I knew this is what I want. I’ve loved both of these men since I stepped into the Tower. Bucky reached down and held onto his dick as he slowly eased into me. By the time he settled to the hilt inside of me I could barely breathe. I’ve had sex before but nothing compared to this and I still had one more super-solider to play with. Bucky’s thrusts started out slow and by the time we both got comfortable moans filled the room. Bucky eased out of me and stood at the edge of the bed before slipping his hands under my hips and pulling me toward him so my ass was hanging off the bed.

“There ya go Steve, I couldn’t have all the fun” he smirked as he eased back into me and began thrusting as fast as he could.

Steve climbed on the bed and his mouth immediately settled on one of my nipples. Moans filled the air and I felt like I lost all sense of time and space. Steve started playing with my other nipple as his tongue teased the other and it send me over the edge with Bucky following close behind. Bucky thrusted a few more times before moaning and letting his head fall to my chest as he emptied himself inside of me. Once Bucky regained some energy he pushed himself off of me and eased his dick out of my pussy. I rolled over and through heavy eyelids looked at Steve with a sedated smile spreading across my face.

“You okay, love?” Steve asked as he brushed a strand of loose hair away from my face. All I could do was nod while Steve began rubbing my back. Bucky left the room to get cleaned up while Steve continued to pet me.

“But wait, you didn’t get to finish.” I said as our eyes met and his hand stopped moving.

“No I didn’t but there’s always a next time” he said as he winked at me and a blush crept up my face.

Bucky came back to the room wearing a pair of shorts and had a wet rag in his hand.

“Turnover, doll” he instructed.I did what was asked and Bucky moved my legs further apart before brushing the wet rag across my most sensitive areas. I had never had someone be so gentle with me afterwards but the feeling of having such a strong man cleaning up our mess is something all together. Bucky cleaned and dried me before Steve pulled me against his chest and pulled the blankets up around us. Bucky went back to the bathroom to dispose of the wet rag before he came back to the bedroom and crawled in next to me. Being surrounded by the two men has never made me feel safer and that was the first of many nights we shared together. Sam survived the attack and after a three month stint in rehab he was back in the skies fighting alongside us.

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Imagine Steve being overbearing............

Originally posted by ionlylikeguys

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“How many times do I have to tell you I really just don’t want to talk!”You erupted, the sound of your voice echoing through the empty halls of the tower, quickly followed by the slam of a door. 

Outside in the hall stood the most patriotic male specimen in New York, Steve Rogers, who at the moment felt as though he was the world’s worst boyfriend.

He had noticed you were just upset most of the week, he would walk in on you crying, he noticed how you were always applying makeup to try and conceal your reddened cheeks or the bags under your eyes, or the redness of them. He also noticed that you hadn’t been sleeping in his room like you normally did, even before you both were officially together you were always in the super soldier’s sheets. You were distant with everyone, even Tony who was your best friend and the whole reason you even met Steve.

All Steve wanted to do was talk to you, make sure that you were okay and knew that he was always there if you wanted to open up, however his constant reminders of this must have made you feel overwhelmed because you finally just snapped…. and left him out in the abandoned hallway. He heard your back hit the door, and the slight thump of your bottom hitting the floor. He heard your muffled sobs and could feel his own heart breaking while they leaked underneath the crack of the door, and he felt it shatter as he slowly backed away, and walked toward the rest of the group, who all looked at him with sympathy.

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“I just don’t know what to do Buck? I mean back in our day….”

“Dude, you just made it sound like the both of us are ancient.” Bucky interrupted as he lifted the mug of coffee to his face as Steve just gave him a knowing look.

“Dude last time either of us had a dame was in 1945. So yes as far as the dating world is concerned we might as well be dust in the ground. I just don’t get why it is that she is so upset for me caring about her well being.”

“Yeah well you must admit that you were a bit overbearing. I mean you told her five times yesterday while she was sipping one small cup of coffee that you were there to talk, not to mention that you told her as soon as she left the kitchen, in annoyance, you screamed after her that you are always there for her.”

“Maybe I was, but she…” 

“Hey Steve, can I talk to you?” Your soft voice filled the space, causing both Bucky’s and Steve’s eyes to meet your red rimmed eyes. You looked like a beautiful wreck, for your hair was thrown into a messy bun, which had fly aways falling out of it, You had a rare moment of no makeup, and your frame was covered with both Steve’s sweatpants and his own Captain America shirt. 

“Of course baby.” He answered as he pushed up quickly from his seat, shooting a quick glance at Bucky and then looking back to see that you had already left the doorway. 

Once inside the safety of your room you looked at the man before you, his blue eyes looking at you with nothing but the concern you had seen in them for the last few days, “Guess I should start with an apology, huh?” 

“No Doll. What did ya wanna talk about?” You sat down on the edge of the bed in the small room, your hands in your lap along with your glare. A deep sigh collected in your throat and slowly exited through your lips. 

It was here that you let all the shit on your mind ramble out. Some of it didn’t make total sense, some was covered with tears, others laughs as Steve tried so hard to make you laugh. By the end of it, your head was on his broad shoulder, silence filling the space you both were contained in as your fingers entwined.

“I’m sorry too if I made you feel overwhelmed.” Steve finally broke the silence, “I was just so worried when I noticed you retreating within yourself and I remember you telling me all about….”

You cut him off by turning his head towards you, your soft lips meeting his. After seconds you pulled away and all you could whisper was, “Thank you.”

Which caused you to go back to the comfortable silence, knowing that you were cared about.


A/N: I am sorry this is trash

Joining The Team Pt 4 (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of torture, mental problems


Request: Joining The Team Pt 4 

Originally posted by n-barnes

It had been a few weeks since they had Wanda look in your head. The change in you shocked everyone. You went from confident and psychotic to broken and afraid. You used to tease and scare the agents and other avengers, now you sat quietly, holding yourself and rocking. If they entered, it was you who showed the fear, not them.

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Always here

Summary: Steve comforts you. 
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Warnings: Angst. Fluff, depending on how you see it. 

Originally posted by imaginesofeveryfandom

“Hey, it′s okay.” Steve tightened his arms around you. “It’s okay.”

You put your head on his chest, breathing deep as you tried to listen to his heart beating. Things were awful, and you were on the edge now. It felt like everything was swallowing you, and you were buried deep into whatever that should be called.

“I don’t know hat’s wrong.” He whispered. “But it’s okay. you’re gonna be okay.”

You shook your head, sobbing, and he just kissed your forehead. 

“I know it doesn’t feel like that.” He affirmed. “But trust, okay? We all have bad days, bad weeks or bad months, but they don’t last forever.”

You held a sob, and he made circles on your skin with his fingertips. 

“What if they don’t? What if they never leave?”

“Then I’ll be here.” He stated like it was obvious. “I’ll be here, and I’ll fight beside you for as long as you need me.”

You felt his hand cup your cheek and he lifted your chin, making you look inside his eyes. 

“I’ll be always here.”  

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“Seriously, you’ve never dated?” Tony says incredulously.

“I’ve been on dates,” Steve says, and his huge shoulders are creeping up around his ears. He sighs and they sink back down. “They just don’t…go well.”

Tony stares. “What in the name of mathematical engineering are you doing on these dates? People who look like you usually have to beat them off with a stick even with the personality of a mud puddle.”

Steve rubs the back of his head. “You know that conversation where I told you I was lying to you and would continue lying to you?”

Tony feels his eyes go wide. “You didn’t. With all of them?”

Steve laughs awkwardly. “Yeah. And, uh—” his eyes skip sideways, “—usually on the first date.”

“Oh my god.”

Steve looks up at Tony and smiles crookedly. “Kept putting it off when it came to you.” He looks down at his fingers, laced together between his knees. “Wasn’t ready to see you go.”

Tony’s heart flutters wildly in his chest. “Well, you’re lucky I’m so lacking in self-preservation instincts.”

“That I am,” Steve says, and Tony feels entirely overwhelmed by the intensity in Steve’s blue, blue eyes.

After a moment, Steve’s expression turns chagrined. “I don’t like to lie. Not to the people I care about, anyway.” That qualifier intrigues Tony. “That’s why I do it. People don’t tend to take it that well though.”

“Funny, that.”

“Yeah,” Steve replies dryly. “Can’t imagine why that doesn’t go over so well.”

“So who do you lie to?” Tony asks, only half-heartedly trying to keep the mischief out of his voice.

Steve flushes red. “Ah. Well. My enlistment forms, for one.”

“No shit!” Tony says gleefully.

“I used to have…medical problems that would have gotten me disqualified, so I bent the truth a little.”

“You lied to the government.” Tony can’t believe it. It’s too good. Steve seems like such a goody-two-shoes.

“The government doesn’t deserve the truth,” Steve says and Tony might just fall a teeny, tiny bit in love with him then. Guilt twists in his gut. The humor and mischief fades out of Steve’s expression. “There are people out there laying down their lives for this country, and I don’t have a right to do any less.”

It strikes Tony that it’s entirely possible that Steve could have been one of the soldiers who had died in the caravan he’d been taken from. If he’d been stationed differently—

Tony has the sudden horrifying thought that it could have been one of his weapons that cost Bucky his arm.

Steve frowns. “Are you okay, Tony?”

“Huh? Sure. Yeah,” Tony replies, but his mind is on the weapons the Ten Rings had had. The weapons that he had made. That had destroyed Gulmira. That could have taken Steve’s best friend’s arm. And his weapons are still out there.

He feels sick.

“I’ve got something I need to do,” Tony says, and pushes abruptly to his feet. He feels awful for the astonishment on Steve’s face, but he can’t sit here and—

“Bye, Tony,” Steve calls after him, bewildered.

Imagine going on your first date with Chris. You’ve known each other for a while; you went to school together but lost touch when he left Boston. You always regretted not going out with him sooner, so you aren’t going to miss your chance this time around. He arranged for a private chef to come to his place and make dinner for the two of you. You spend the evening getting reacquainted over good food and even better wine. The only thing that disappointed you was when you left without a goodnight kiss, but even that feeling didn’t last. Before you could get very far, he ran after you to tell you he loves you.

The Charmer pt2: They Called me Charmer

Part 1

It was very late, she hadn’t bothered going out of her quarters to get food because she didn’t want to talk to anyone. She didn’t want to answer questions, or feel people staring at her. However it was 3 AM and she was ravenous, so a trip had to be made. Part of her wondered if they were just trying to starve her out and that’s why they hadn’t bothered with stocking the fridge in her room with food. If that was their plan then it was working. She got in the elevator and pushed the button for the fourth floor. There was nothing to do in her quarters but cry, sleep, and stare at the ceiling. If the kitchen was empty, she’d cook something, she promised herself. As the doors opened and silence greeted her it seemed she was all alone and luck was on her side for once. She padded over to the fridge and started pulling out the ingredients for her favorite dish. It made her feel more at home to have the familiar spices wafting around her as she cooked. It was almost like she was at home again, getting ready for a night-in to pamper herself and get her mind right for the coming work week. She supposed this was much the same. Whether she liked or not, this was her new job, and they’d been nice enough not to immediately demand she tell them absolutely everything. As she gave herself this mental list of things to be grateful for, the elevator opened to Wanda who, upon having a nightmare, decided to venture down to the kitchen to have a snack. She was surprised to smell seasonings filling the air and the sound of someone rustling about the kitchen, all of the other Avengers had a pretty good sleep schedule, and if they didn’t well they didn’t go eating at 3 AM. Except for maybe Tony but he had his own kitchen and rarely bothered coming to this one. Wanda stepped quietly around the corner and recognized the woman they had brought here, largely against her will. From what she heard from Tony she’d spent the whole day crying until she went to sleep.

“Hello,” Wanda greeted to announce her presence. She didn’t really want to spy on the woman. Y/N jumped then whirled around, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s alright,” Y/N answered, she turned back towards the counter and continued her task. Wanda didn’t really know what to say, so she went to the fridge and started scouting for a nice midnight snack. After finding her snack Wanda left and for that Y/N was immensely grateful. She finished cooking, washed her dishes and retreated back to her room, leaving things as if she had never left her room to begin with.

In the morning, Natasha along with several other people came in with boxes. Y/N watched the people move, from her place on the sofa, observing them motionlessly. She assumed the boxes were from her apartment, and after they left she got up and confirmed her assumption. It was nice to see that all of her things were there and in the condition she left them in. Unpacking was something to do, and she took on the task happily. As she found the box with her clothes she let  out another sigh of relief. She could get out of her work uniform and into something more comfortable. As she dug through the boxes she found her favorite graphic tee, and some sweatpants. She decided to shower, but not before carefully checking every surface for cameras. When she was sufficiently satisfied that she wasn’t being watched, in the bathroom at least, she undressed and showered.

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Home, part eleven

Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: mild language, angst

A/N: One last part left - epilogue 

Summary: Your best friend in the whole galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?   Part 1  Part 2 Part 3   Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

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The Game is On (Part 6 - Final)

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (AU)

Word Count: 3,423 (not even remotely sorry)

Warnings: cuteness, fluffy, jealousy over Steve not being your boyfriend?

Summary: You and Steve have been together for six years, happily living life in your Brooklyn apartment. On the night of your six-year anniversary, you come home to find a folded note on the table with your name written in Steve’s scripted handwriting. Inside? Instructions to your own personal treasure hunt to find your surprise - and Steve - at the end, and you have 20 minutes to start! The game is on…

A/N: Here it is! The final part to @bionic-buckyb‘s 5K writing challenge! I considered doing an epilogue…but ultimately figured I’d end it here and if an epilogue was requested then I’d do it. But this has been a wonderful story to write, I gave myself many jealous and fluffy feels, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did <3

Also, I cried writing this final chapter because it was so beautiful for me to imagine. So I do not apologize for any feels given, because they’re beautiful!

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(Your POV)

You stopped outside the doors to your building. Anxiety filling you with dread at the thought of ruining this perfect evening with that stupid envelope.

You twisted your hands around each other nervously, as you mentally prepared yourself to move forward and into the building. One step at a time. Deep breaths, one step at a time. Don’t think about what’s waiting for you, don’t think about telling Steve. Just walk up the stairs and into the building. You’ve done it a million times before, this time is no different.

Your body was moving before your mind realized what was happening, acting on autopilot as you walked up the stairs and straight for your front door. Your heart was in your throat, you felt like you couldn’t breathe as you thought about the fact that the only thing between you and Steve, and how you were about to change his life, was one wooden door. You stood, frozen on the spot, as you willed your body to knock.

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