clint and nat

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Because I’m tired of the “Steve sucks at modern technology” trope.  He was picking up and using HYDRA tech that was powered by the tesseract in WWII. And user interfaces were pretty un-intuitive back then – knobs labeled in German or French, most likely.  And think about the number of dials and thingamabobs on an airplane control panel!  Yes, he’s a man out of time, but it’s probably the social stuff that’s much harder to adjust to.  (You can tell he’s recently-thawed because he still insists on wearing at least a button-down shirt and suspenders when out in public.)

[more Steve dealing with modern world here , Cap friendships here, meta here here and here]

theauraking  asked:

So it seems Clint and Steve both seem to be a bit lacking? Yeah lacking in intelligence. But who's done the dumbest thing since being thawed out

i am not even gonna consider this question, because if i start thinking through all the stupid nonsense clint and steve get up to i will hurl myself out a window purely in self defense. 

none of the avengers should ever spend time together. separately, theyre reckless to the point of idiocy; together, they fight crime. and cause massive amounts of property damage, and have reduced several psychologists to tears. it wasnt pretty.

but you know, fate of the world and all that nonsense. 

(to be fair to them, none of the avengers are stupid. they just get sucked into each others bad-decision vortexes)

in the interests of preserving that most blessed of coping methods, denial, i will only consider what steve and clint have gotten up to in the past two weeks. 

which still gives me a horrifying wealth of options.

dumbest thing steve has done? accepted clint’s challenge to a spicy-food-eating contest. captain triangle torso has enhanced senses. he takes his NORMAL food underseasoned, because his taste buds are extra-sensitive, and he took a spiciness challenge from clint, who spent his developmental years eating literally anything. last week i watched him pour pineapple juice into his hot chocolate. it was terrifying. i have seen clint drench jalapenos in ghost pepper sauce and eat them.  i have seen him put chocolate on pizza. there is nothing that man will not eat. 

nothing.

steve got one bite in to one of clint’s ghost pepper chicken wings and his whole face swelled up and turned red. he kept eating. his eyes and nose were running. he got three bites in and was leaking from his whole face. he looked like he was gonna die. he drank a gallon of milk and was in bed for over a day. his fancy supermojo can fight off toxins but not ghost peppers, apparently. he said it was the most painful thing he’d ever felt, the supersoldier easy bake experience included. 

clint finished his bucket of ghost pepper hot wings and played mario kart for three hours. which is what he usually does on wednesdays. 

dumbest thing clint has done lately? “borrowed” natashas favorite dagger set. her vengence was swift, brutal, and left clint sans eyebrows and with tony’s goatee drawn in sharpie, refreshed nightly for a week. talk about shame.

she is a ruthless woman.

as to which of these was stupider? i honestly cant say, and thinking about it makes me regret so many decisions. 

so many. when did my life become this nonsense

Masterlist

Visual Preferences

How You Cuddle Ft. Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Thor, Tony, Steve and Bucky 

Dry Humping *smut* Ft. Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Thor, Bruce, Tony, Steve and Bucky

Kissing  Ft. Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Thor, Tony, Sam, Steve and Bucky

Spanking *NSFW*  Ft. Tony, Thor, Sam, Clint, Steve and Bucky

Eating You Out *NSFW* Ft. Tony, Thor, Bruce, Clint, Sam, Steve, Bucky, Nat and Wanda


Drabbles

All Bucky Drabbles

Alpha!Bucky when his mate goes into heat (smutish?)


Bucky Barnes

Protection  Bucky finds himself in a sticky situation when he pushes Y/N away from a group of men she was fighting in order to keep her “safe”.

Instinct  Bucky doesn’t know why he saved her or why he felt as if it were second nature to do so until Steve pulls some files and sparks Bucky’s memory.

Instinct Pt. 2  Bucky remembers new memories of his old life with HYDRA, or more specifically, with (Y/N).

Saving Her  Bucky tried his hardest to protect (Y/N) from his past life, but demons can only stay away for so long.

Goodbye  1940′s Bucky being a cute sad sponge before he leaves.

Loathing  Bucky ignores the reader to avoid his feelings but what will happen when he finally realizes how badly it’s hurting her?

Obsessions  Bucky can’t keep his hands off (Y/N), especially when he has her pinned beneath him, naked and filled with want. (SMUT!)

Winter  Bucky thinks leaving will protect the Reader, but after two years of being completely infatuated with her, he’s not sure how he's supposed to leave her behind.

Babygirl  Bucky is entirely fucked when it comes to Y/N, so much so that his mind forgoes the usual night terror to produce a vivid sensual dream involving her, him and no clothes what so ever – which results in some steamy sex when he wakes up. (SMUT!)

A Dash Of Jealousy Bucky knows he shouldn’t be jealous over a girl who isn’t technically his, but that doesn’t stop him from showing her who she belongs to. (SMUT!)

Help Two bodies, one bed, a whole bunch of sexual tension and some scandalous dry humping all make for an extremely happy Bucky Barnes (SMUT!)

A Woman Like You Bucky and the reader decide to spice things up in the bedroom, which in turn gets Bucky to realize his abundant amount of kinks. (A lot of SMUT, a lot of kinks, a lot of dirty talk, a lot of warnings..)

I Know Her After Vienna, Steve doesn’t know what’s going on in Bucky’s mind. But, when a significant figure form Bucky’s past appears, Steve sees a little of his old friend.

Stay The five times Bucky Barnes crawls out of Y/N’s bed. The five times hearts get broken. The five times Y/N becomes a stronger woman.

Too Close  A/B/O dynamic. Alpha!Bucky lends a hand to Omega!Reader during her heat (SMUT!)

Doll  Bucky only calls one person Doll, always has. But when he lets it slip while chatting up a random girl at the bar, feelings come out and secrets spill.

That’s You Bucky reflects back on the relationship he shared with you while waiting for you to walk down the aisle.


Stucky

Our Girl  After the reader teases Bucky all day, Steve and himself show her exactly what they can provide in the bedroom (SMUT)

Attraction  After 7 days away from his girl, Bucky returns home to ravish her with Steve. (SMUT)



Sebastian Stan

Birthday Boy In which Seb comes home for his birthday and learns exactly how Y/N’s been handling herself without him. (SMUT)



Jefferson (OUAT)

A Thousand Years Jefferson spends years watching the love of his life unknowingly fall for another man. He spends his days praying for the curse to break, just so he can have her back in his arms.


Blaine (HTTM)

Snowed In  Blaine comes home to find Chaz and his girl cuddling during the snow storm. His jealousy spikes and some semi-angry sex follows. (SMUT!!)



Fics


Off-Limits (Bucky x Reader) *SMUT*

Bucky finds himself in a tough spot when Tony’s daughter catches his eye. Despite numerous warnings from Steve, Bucky pursues the girl. A few rules are broken, clothes are discarded and limbs are tangled together.  


Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven


Break (Lance Tucker x Reader) *SMUT*

The reader is a gymnastics protege with a full ride to worlds and an adoring nation behind her. When’s she gets a new coach, she gets assigned Coach Tucker, who not only trains her like hell, but also finds the small details about her absolutely addictive.


Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

So yesterday I saw again AoU with my mom
  • *Natasha flirting with Bruce*
  • Mom: why is she flirting with him? i thought she loved the bow guy
  • Me: i know
  • Mom: isn't she dating the other guy?
  • Me: unfortunately, no
  • Mom: well it looked like it in the previous movie
  • Me: *sobs*
  • *clint's family is revealed*
  • Mom: OH MY GOD
  • Me: I KNOW
  • Mom: aww i really wanted these two to be together
  • Me: me too
  • *when clint is worried about nat*
  • Mom: they love each other
  • Me: thank you
  • *natasha says she adores bruce*
  • Mom: she should be with the other guy
  • Me: yes
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My name’s Hawkeye! I never learned how to miss! My name is… Madame Natasha… but you… can call me The Black Widow! / Do you know what it’s like to be unmade? You know that I do. / This is just like Budapest all over again. You and I remember Budapest very differently. / If it’s the last thing I’ll do on Earth… I’ll make it something good. I get it. New look, new attitude. You think you need to do this on your own. But you don’t. / I’m not Hawkeye anymore. …It seems to know the Black Widow is to die!

Imagine the exiled Avengers, post-CA:CW:

Imagine Wanda wandering around a refugee camp, bringing supplies to displaced refugees, so like herself and Pietro, and helping people with her powers – from soothing nightmares to helping put up temporary shelters.

Imagine Natasha finding Clint, and the two of them going on a global vigilante spree to shut down human trafficking groups. They wipe out eight different rings, and save hundreds of women and children.

Imagine Sam and T’Challa teaming up and venturing out of Wakanda’s borders to rescue dozens of young women from Boko Haram.

Imagine Steve joining the White Helmets in Syria, lending his strength to holding up rubble as survivors of bombings are pulled out by volunteers who are still braving an active war-zone even without superpowers. 

Imagine them still being heroes, however they can, even without the Avengers or the permission of the Sokovia Accords.

Because that’s who they are. 

sentient-teapot  asked:

"Accidentally capture the wrong base"? .....tell us more? Please?

this was before we got agent agent back as our handler, and part of the reason why he finally turned up for work again. 

so the thing about clint is that hes 1. not a good listener and 2. hes deaf. mostly. these are separate issues because being mostly deaf doesnt stop him from understanding what people are saying most of the time, it just means that you have to be sure he knows youre trying to communicate with him before you say something. (and also that you should make sure your mask doesnt cover your mouth so he can lipread, but whatever.)

we had this agent—incredibly boring guy in the worst sort of way–who’d requested clint, nat, and i for an op. nat and i were supposed to hit two of the leaders of a crime syndicate while clint got the third. easy peasy, kill some guys, free some hostages, small country liberated, total cakewalk. but the agent running the op and the briefing took FOREVER. he was talking us through like none of us had ever overthrown a country before, explaining every minute detail. nat and i could just kinda zone out and let things wash over us, picking up the pertinent details, but clint cant really do that. his hearing aids help but they weren’t perfect, so he also had to be kinda lipreading just to keep up. which takes a lot of focus for incredibly boring info. naturally he zoned out too.

which was how he missed the fact that his guy was not actually staying in his incredibly fortified base-slash-villa. his hostages were, but he wasn’t. 

luckily, they covered this in the briefing packet we were each provided with, which was a mere 362 pages. 

so obviously none of us actually read it.

we poked through, got blueprints, guard schedules, alarm systems and so on, but didnt bother with most of the rest of it. 

they dropped us in the air over each of our respective targets, clint last. i had the cliffside resort, nat had the downtown headquarters, and clint had the base-villa. nat and i handled ours like pros, of course, corpses everywhere, and clint did too–mowed right through the security, got the hostages, and then called in that his syndicate leader wasnt there, what the hell, who gave me this bad intel.

which was when he was informed that the big bad wasnt IN the villa, he was on the ISLAND ACROSS from the villa, and that hed been supposed to covertly infiltrate the beach house there and quietly capture him. ideally without ever setting foot in the villa; he was just supposed to steal a boat from the villa docks and not get spotted by security. 

unfortunately, clint had blown up all the watercraft at the villa’s docks to keep syndicate members from escaping. which meant he still had to get to the island and capture this guy, but now there were no motorboats left. and if this syndicate jerkoff got away, fury was gonna have his hide.

and thats how clint wound up launching a one-man amphibious assault on an international crime syndicate from a paddleboat.

and also why clint reads his briefings now. 

Guys My Age (3)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 4k

Warnings: Lap dance to rough Smut. NSFW gifs.

Anon asked “Can you please do a part 3 to ‘guys my age’ were Bucky asks reader for another lap dance”

A/N: The fic that started it all. I’m so glad people liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Also, dominant/jealous Bucky is just wow. Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE or HERE. Go away kids! And please use protection y’all.

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You Meme A Lot To Me

Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has invited Y/N, Natasha.

Clint: every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break

Natasha: clint, it’s 2 am.

Clint: every step you take

Clint: I’ll be watching you. happy valentine’s day. my gifts will be delivering later on pls do not trash them

Natasha: is that coulson’s song?

Y/N: this explains why my room is flooded with gifts from the others

Natasha: why must tony give us all cardboard cutouts of him every year?

Pietro has joined the chat.

Pietro: couldn’t u choose a better song old man? this is why u have no valentine. even ur wife said no.

Clint: did i invite u? no.

Pietro: today is a day of love so don’t be salty

Clint: Na.

Clint: hahaha get it

Pietro: no

Clint: ofc you wouldn’t

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Imagine- Being the youngest Avenger
  • You: Relax, Tony, it was only the eighth time!
  • Tony: The EIGHTH time? You thought it was okay to mess with my automated suits seven times before this? You're -like- twelve! You're supposed to be worrying about changes and sh*t!
  • You: (walking away) I'm sixteen...
  • -----
  • You: (in kitchen grabbing soda and a snack. Pepper is working on the living room couch. As you're walking away...)
  • Pepper: Quick, Y/N, what's 1,397,462 plus 829?
  • You: I'm sorry, WHAT??
  • Pepper: Nevermind, got it. (Typing) 1,398,291
  • You: (O-o)🍫
  • -----
  • Thor: GrEEtiNgS SMalL mIDgarDIan, CarE FOr a DRiNk????????
  • Jarvis: Thor, she's underage.
  • Thor: suRLy ShE caN TRy?
  • You: Thanks, but no thanks. I'll stick to the pop tarts and coke...
  • -----
  • Natasha: Get up, you still have eight more minutes of combat.
  • You: Nat, I love you, you're like my big sister, but yoU JUST BROKE MY F*CKING LEG. GIMME A SEc.
  • Natasha: Fine, be back in five (walks away)
  • You: clINT HALP MEH!
  • Clint: (eating bagel) wut??
  • You: Nat broke my leg...
  • Clint: That sucks (walks away)
  • You: what the- CLINT COME BACKKkk. Someone helppp ;-;
  • James (Rodey): Yo, Y/N, what's up- sh*t. Lemme go grab my old prosthetic.
  • *too ow erz lait errr*
  • James: Found it!
  • Natasha: (with her foot on your chest while texting Clint) Y/N, you're supposed to be fighting, not playing dead.
  • You: hhenebebkejrbr brjrkekk2nroforn :(
  • James:
  • -----
  • (Morning runs with Steve, Sam, Bucky, Pietro, and Wanda)
  • You: (running and talking leisurely with Wanda) Yeah, I mean, you two are-
  • Pietro: (runs between you two in a blue blur)
  • Wanda: (sokovian) *whattheliteralbloodyhellwasthatpietstahp*
  • (Up ahead)
  • Steve: On your left
  • Bucky: On your right
  • Sam: SHADDUP I KNOW GRANDPA!
  • -----
  • You: (holding donut) aw look it's two science bros bonding, so kewt!
  • Peter: aw look it's the two most high-lipid things in this building bonding, so kewt!!
  • Bruce: (after laughing for thirty seconds) cause you and the donut are both high in fat, get it?
  • You: (leaving) NERDS
  • Peter: Love you, too!!
  • You: wtf, Parker, you were supposed to say "geek"
  • Vision: I ship it
  • -----
  • FIN
  • Clint: Nat's away on a mission, so while she's gone I'm going cut all the sleeves off my shirts.
  • Steve: Why?
  • Clint: She's basically 99% of my impulse control.
Punk (Chap. 12)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3923

Warnings: language, talk about injuries, sarcasm (sometimes jokes are okay)

A/N:  Thank you all for the amazing feedback and support on the last chapter.  I’m completely blown away and ecstatic that you like the story.  I hope you like this next part, it’s a little drawn out but I had some angst I needed to get out.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Thank you again for your patience between updates.  



Apparently Natasha didn’t actually want you to answer that question.  She was ranting and raving, throwing her hands in the air, pointing a polished, accusatory finger in your direction.  She switched from English to Russian so quickly that it seemed as is if she were a one-woman show playing all the parts.  You couldn’t get a word in edgewise though.  Every time you opened your mouth to reply she merely answered herself or spoke right over you with a barrage of “what were you thinkings” “you could have dieds” “I’ve never seen anything do stupid in my entire lifes” “what the hell is wrong with yous” and what you suspected were several rude and explicit Russian insults.

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Screwed || Bucky Barnes

Relationship: AU!Bucky Barnes x reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Bucky Barnes had never taken a liking in you, no matter how hard you tried he always seemed to loathe you. That is until you get a little drunk and carefree leading to becoming much closer to Bucky than you ever imagined. The question is, how screwed are you?

Warnings: drinking, mentions of sex, swear words

Word Count: 1932 words

A/N: NEW SERIES WOOP WOOP I already have part two written get ready


“You coming to my party tonight?” Steve asked as you took a sip of your water, swallowing the bite of burger you’d taken.

“Is this a party party or a Steve Rogers party?” You asked, chuckling as he pursed his lips and gave you a small glare, “a Steve Rogers party, I suppose,” he said as you popped a fry into your mouth, “I’ll be there,” you smiled as he bit into his own burger.

“Who’s gonna be coming?” You asked after a few moments between the two of you, “uh well Sam, Clint, Nat, I think Wanda and Bruce are coming, but I’m not too sure on them,” he said a twinge of nervousness in his voice, “and Bucky,” he mumbled quickly before stuffing the last of his burger into his mouth.

You dropped the fry that was between your fingers, crossing your arms over your chest, “are you serious,” you said rhetorically as Steve gave you a sheepish smile, “oh c'mon he’s not a bad guy,” he tried to persuade you as you rolled your eyes.

“You know that he and I don’t get along,” you scoffed, “and you know that he’s my best friend,” Steve argued, pointing a fry towards you as you sighed knowing you were starting to be selfish. This was Steve’s party after all.

“Fine, I’m sorry,” you said as Steve grinned, “it’s all good, doll,” he said, placing his hand on yours, his thumb soothing the soft skin, “plus, I’ll make sure to have a talk with Bucky as well,” he chuckled as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Whatever you say, dad,” you mocked as he let out a laugh as you finished the last of your food. “Well, thank you for treating me to lunch, but I’ve got to get back to work,” you sighed as Steve reluctantly stood up to walk you out.

“I’ll see you tonight then,” he said as you nodded, “see you soon, Steve,” you said as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before you both went your separate ways.

You had only met Bucky a little over a year ago when Steve introduced you two at one his parties. You thought you were making a good impression since you didn’t really talk to him much that night.

What happened during that night that made him hate you was beyond you. Ever since that party he’s been nothing but rude to you and although you tried to mend whatever relationship you had with him for Steve’s sake, it just didn’t work. So now no one wanted to be alone in a room with you and Bucky.

-

You finally finished another gruelling shift at work finally being able to rip off your apron, stuff it into your locker and be done with it all.

It was only eight o'clock, so you had about an hour to get ready before you had to get to Steve’s. You decided on taking an extra long shower, since you had the time.

Forty five minutes later you were feeling pampered and ready to have some fun. You finished applying the light gloss to your lips, smiling to yourself in the mirror happy with the final result.

You grabbed your phone, a small purse and slipped on your shoes before starting the walk to Steve’s apartment.

-

Knocking on his door you balanced you the balls of your feet as you waited for him to open it, “[Y/N]!” Steve shouted as he opened the door, pulling you into a hug which you returned.

“How was work?” He asked as you toed off your shoes and hung your jacket on the coat rack, “don’t get me started,” you chuckled as he lead you into the living room where Nat and Sam were already laughing and drinking.

“Drunk already?” You playfully mocked as you fell in between Nat and Sam on the couch, Steve handing you a beer, “not quite,” Nat laughed as the four of you fell into conversation only stopping when Wanda, Bruce, and Clint joined.

By nine thirty everyone was having a good time with each other as you all caught up and reminisced. You were having a blast not even thinking about how you were supposed to be civil with Bucky, who had yet to make an appearance.

“Does anyone want another beer?” You asked standing from the couch, “grab me one will ya’,” Sam asked as you nodded, heading off towards the kitchen, “wait grab me one too!” You head Nat’s voice, whipping your head in her direction.

“Will d-,” you weren’t able to finish your sentence as you bumped into something, groaning at the contact, “watch where you’re going,” a familiar voice grunted as you looked up to meet a very annoyed looking Bucky.

You rolled your eyes, not having the energy to deal with him deciding that walking away would be the best decision, “an apology would be nice,” you heard him yell as you walked to the fridge. Scoffing, you simply raised your middle finger in the air as you grabbed two beers, not bothering to look at him.

You brushed past him not wanting to look or talk to him, but his arm gripped your elbow stopping you, “be civil,” you growled not breaking your gaze as he clenched his jaw, “fine,” he snarled, letting go of your elbow and following you into the living room.

You could feel the glare Bucky gave you the entire night. It didn’t matter what you did, hell you even met his glares a couple times but that did nothing but make him clench his drink and jaw even harder.

“Looks like Buck’s got an eye for you,” Nat snorted as she plopped her tipsy self on the couch beside you, “probably cause he wants to kill me,” you snickered before taking another swing of your beer.

“Oh please, there’s so much sexual tension between you two,” Nat smirked as you rolled your eyes, “you wish,” you said before you finally managed to steer the conversation away from you and Bucky.

As much as you wanted to listen to what Nat and Clint were talking about you just couldn’t get the thought you Bucky out of your mind. Did you guys have sexual tension? Even you could admit that Bucky was attractive. He was built like a God, his sparkling blue eyes complimented his skin tone and his brunette locks. He was what everyone looked for in a man, yet his personality ruined it all for you.

As the night went on everyone got progressively more drunk, leaving you giggling at every little thing and getting particularly more touchy with everyone. Everyone.

“Have you been working out lately?” You giggled as you squeezed Steve’s bicep as his arm snaked around your waist to hold you closer. You could smell the liquor on his breath as let out a chuckle, “maybe I have been, doll,” he whispered in your ear as you giggled.

You glanced over his shoulder only to be met with Bucky’s stare, his jaw clenched impossibly tight, pupils blown with little blue left in his eyes. He took your breath away. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol flowing through your veins or the way his tongue darted across his plump lips.

“Sorry Stevie, gotta go to the little lady’s room,” you excused yourself as he nodded, winking at you as you sauntered across the room, nearing Bucky.

Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip as you smirked brushing past his crotch not saying a word but hearing the groan bubble from his chest.

You smirked to yourself hoping he got the message as you made your way down the small corridors, the music slowly becoming more muted before you stopped at the bathroom door.

You closed your eyes as you leaned your hot body against the cool wood of the door sighing to try and calm your beating heart.

You gasped, your eyes snapping open when you felt Bucky’s body pressed against yours, a small growl coming from his lips, “you’ve been teasing me all night doll,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Mmm,” you moaned in response, lavishing at the feeling of his body pressed against yours, “I haven’t done a thing,” you smirked as he let out a dry laugh, “I beg to differ,” he growled pressing his clothed erection into your hip, making you gasp.

James,” you moaned involuntarily as his lips began nipping at your neck, finding the sensitive spot below your ear making you moan out again.

“Not here,” you whispered in a hoarse voice, smirking as you led him into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind you.


You groaned as you peeled your eyes open, covering your entire face with your arms as you tried to sit up and gather your bearings. You were clearly much more drunk than you thought.

Sitting up you let out another groan as your eyes adjusted to the light, okay you were at Steve’s still and currently on his couch.

You stood up looking around to see no one else in the living room on the couches with you. Assuming they all went home you padded your way over to Steve’s room.

“Stevie?” You whispered as you creaked his door open, “ya in here?” You asked only to find him snoring on top of the bed, still fully clothed. You laughed to yourself, closing the door before making your way into the kitchen in hopes of finding some coffee and painkillers.

“Mornin’ gorgeous,” you let out a yelp when you heard Bucky, turning to see him leaning against the frame of the door, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Don’t call me that,” you scoffed grabbing a glass of water before downing two painkillers, grabbing a glass and two more for Steve.

“After last night I think I can call you that, doll,” he chuckled as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but still walked around him to Steve’s room, him hot on your heels.

“You’re out of your mind,” you chuckled nervously as you entered Steve’s room again, placing the water and painkillers on the nightstand before joining Bucky in the hall again.

He raised an eyebrow, “are you trying to tell me you don’t remember what we did last night?” He asked, almost surprised as your eyes blew wide, nearly popping out of your head.

“No,” you said, “no, no, no, no,” you rushed out grabbing your head in your hands, tugging at your hair, “tell me you’re joking,” you begged as you walked into the kitchen, steading yourself on the island.

“What can I say,” he shrugged his shoulders as he folded his muscular arms over his equally muscular chest, “I hate you,” you growled as memories from last night came flooding back to you.

You remember the looks he was giving you all night. You remember drinking, a lot. You remember flirting with Steve. You remember luring Bucky to the bathroom and oh God you remember what he did to you.

You remember him taking you against the counter, relentlessly pounding into you as you raked your nails down his back and through his hair, chanting his name like a mantra.

“Thank me later, doll,” he winked at you as you gave him a glare, but couldn’t help the warm feeling at the bottom of your stomach as he spoke those words, remembering what he did and felt like.

Bucky Barnes had fucked you better than anyone else, and now you were screwed.


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Bird Squad

Request:

Requests are open? Yay! Could we get one where reader has real feathery wings and her and Sam get into a argument about whose wings are better? Meanwhile Clint is freaking out that the Bird Squad is arguing (him, y/n, and Sam) and the rest of the team gets dragged into the argument.


Sam has created a chatroom: Birds Assemble

Sam has added Y/N, Clint.

Clint: Caw caw?

You: Caw, caw caw?

Sam: Omg guys stop.

Clint: You did name the chat “Birds Assemble.”

You: You have no one else but yourself to blame.

Clint: Why are we assembling?

Sam: I need you to finally decide who has the best wings.

You: Clint doesn’t need to decide because he knows my wings are the best. RIGHT, CLINT?

Clint: Let’s not argue. You both have beautiful wings.

Sam:

Sam: Majestic wings, equally majestic booty.

Clint: Did you have a photoshoot just for your wings?

Sam:

Sam: Here’s Y/N, and her wings. I think this speaks for itself. Spotted next to her is Clint. Too afraid to agree with me.

You: BECKY MEANS WELL, DON’T BRING HER INTO THIS.

You: Your wings are basically a glorified jetpack.

Sam: Excuse me, BECKY?

Sam: JETPACK?

You: IT’S A JETPACK, SAM, WITH RETRACTABLE WINGS.

Clint: C'mon, man, leave Y/N alone. And Y/N, don’t you know you shouldn’t call his wings a jetpack!

You: Yeah, leave my MORE MAJESTIC WINGS ALONE. I won’t listen to HIS LIES.

Sam: Talking LIKE THIS won’t help your DENIAL about MY WINGS.

You: It’s for EMPHASIS. I have ACTUAL wings. With feathers! Not some metal contraption!

Sam: Look at how SLEEK and ELEGANT mine are. One gust of wind and all your feathers are ruffled. Not to mention you’re always dropping a few around the base.

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