Request: hey can you do a Natasha x
Fem!reader where the rest of the team freaks out when they found out the two’s
dating ? thankss i love your writings btw c:
“Hey Y/N, everything OK?” Steve asked you. You were upside
down on the couch, flipping through TV. You hummed to tell him you were OK.
You had been like this all month. However they had not
pieced it together that it was because a month ago, Natasha went on a mission,
and was yet to come back. You were like this every time she left but this was
her longest mission and there was no time scale. She could be gone a whole
year. But you knew one thing. Once she was back, you were going to kiss her
right then and there, not caring about what the others first.
Summary: Reader finds a news report on herself about joining her school’s track and field team.
Father!Tony × Daughter!Reader, Mama Bear!Nat,
Word Count: Lots, too long for me to even care.
Warnings: Fluff, slight mental break down, terrible writing
A/N: Please forgive me for not posting for 2 weeks. Requests are open. I might do a Bucky one later today, who knows. Gifs ain’t mine, y'all.
Pressing the on button of the treadmill, you went to work. And by work, I meant you were running, like actually running running. It was 5.15 am in the city that never slept, meaning the traffic 18 stories below you was in full swing.
As your feet hit the treads, you immediately got bored. Music would never help, so you opted to turning on the TV. The first channel that played was the news. You were used to people talking around you when you ran that it just flew over your head.
That was until you heard the new report. “Y/N Stark, daughter of the billionaire, surprised us all last summer when she started at Midtown High School.” Your public school photo was shown next to a photo of you and Peter Parker.
Tripping on your own feet, you fell off the treadmill. “FRIDAY, record this and send it to dad when he wakes up.” You say to the AI system.
“Yes, Miss.” The feminine robot replied. “Your father is awake. Shall I alert him that you are awake?”
“Yeah, why not.” You mumble, getting back on the treadmill.
As you keep watching the report on you, you see a familiar photo. It was Peter Parker and you smiling to the camera. You were in your track uniform and his arm was slung around your shoulder. “- the young girl has been seen during track practice flirting with other athletes. It is unknown what events she is in, but according to footage from the school’s Twitter page suggests she is a sprinter and a long jumper.”
A video of you sprinting around the track showed, and in every frame there was a certain spider boy yelling for you to keep pace. Peter wasn’t on the team, he wasn’t a manager, he was just there because your control freak of a father is paying him. He’s there because Tony freaking Stark wants someone he trusts there if you get hurt.
The sound of the door opening behind you pulled you from your running. And as the world would have it, you tripped and flew off the end of the treadmill. “Geez, Y/N, you’re supposed to be a runner.” Your father joked.
“Hahaha, very funny.” You glare towards him and get up. Turning your attention to the TV, you see more of yourself in running shorts and tank tops. “What are we going to do about this?” You sigh.
“Sweetheart, you’re a Stark. Whatever you do, it’s going to be broadcast across the world.” Your father’s hand was placed on your shoulder. “The press got all worked up when you started at Midtown in August. They’re not going to let you feel normal. Just do your best and stay out of trouble.” Kissing your head, Tony started to leave the room.
“But why me? I have ‘Stark’ in my name and now I’m a celebrity.” Feeling of despair made themselves prominent in your mind. “Why can’t I be normal like Pete?” You cry.
“You’ve never been normal, Y/N M/N, deal with it.” And with that, your only parent left the room.
Your attempted work out was cut short by this sudden development. You went to your room to get ready for the school day.
When you emerged from your room, the team was having their team meeting over breakfast. Steve noticed your presence first. “Hey kiddo!” His cheery tone pushed you farther into your melancholy state.
“Good morning Steve.” You muttered.
Everyone noticed your mood and looked at your paternal unit. “What? It’s not my fault!” Tony threw his hands up in defense.
Nat got up, once again glaring at your dad. “I’ll deal with this.”
She followed you into the kitchen. “Hey, hun.”
“Hello.” You grumbled as you made yourself a bowl of cereal.
“What’s wrong?” Was all she had to say before you broke.
Tear flowed fast down your cheeks. “I just want to be normal. I don’t want to be a Stark. I want to be myself and not my father’s shadow.” Falling to the floor, you curled into a ball.
Nat sat next to you and held your shaking form in her arms. “What made you come to these thoughts?”
“The news report on me.” You whispered.
The team was gathered at the door frame as you looked up. Sad faces met your own, all speaking words of wisdom. “You what? You may be a Stark, but you’re never stuck in your father’s shadow. No one in this tower has lived a normal life.”
Thoughts of how dumb this tantrum was wandered through your head. “I’m sorry. I should have my feelings in check.” The apology falls out of your mouth.
“It’s normal, Y/N.” Nat kissed your cheek. “Now, you need to get to school.”
You ate on the floor, leaving your bowl and spoon relatively close to the sink. Steve and Bucky offered to drop you off because you had definitely missed the subway.
The ride there was filled with unique questions. When your school building was in sight, your need to get out of the black SUV rose. “When should we pick you up from track, doll?” Buck inquired as you jumped out on to school property.
“4.30, probably… What time is it?”
“8.15, why?” Confusion hit both of the super soldiers.
“I’m late and as a freshman, I need one of you to check me in.” The day was just getting better by the minute.
Steve parked the car where it was and they both escorted you in to your first period. You were embarrassed as whispers erupted around the lecture hall. “Miss Stark, you’re late.”
“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” You squeak as you find your seat next to Peter. You were never living this down.
Ok, first I wanted to thank you guys because I got 100 FREAKIN NOTES ON TALE AS OLD AS TIME❤❤❤YOU PEOPLE ARE AMAZING
And this is a requested oneshot based on MY DARLING BUCKY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT MY LOVES!!
“I was wondering if I could have one with Bucky..where we are having an argument in front of the team and without thinking, I tell him I’m pregnant?”
You raced into Avengers Tower and threw your bag onto the couch, receiving a few looks from the other teammates who were there.
“Someone’s in a rush,” Natasha comments.
“I’ve been in a briefing for 5 hours and all I’ve been thinking of was that damn cheesecake,” you reply as you give her a quick hug. Sam and Steve share a look.
Steve clears his throat. “Y/N, about that cheesecake-”
“SHUT UP I’M HUNGRY,” you snapped. Your cravings have been out of control lately. You ordered your favorite cheesecake from your favorite bakery and had it delivered while you were at the bakery. It’s been the only thing on your mind.
You run inside the kitchen, not paying attention to anything else but the fridge. You open it wide in search for your cheesecake.
“Where the fuck is my cake?”, you grumble, still searching.
You whip around to find your boyfriend, Bucky, with an empty cheesecake box in front of him and a fork in his hand.
“I’m sorry, babe,” he says as he drops the fork. “I didn’t know it was yours.”
You feel yourself start to get hot. Your eyes narrow as you breathe heavily.
“Did. You. Just. Eat. My. Fucking. Cheesecake?”
“I didn’t know, Y/N. I’m sorry.”
Stay calm, you thought. Don’t get mad.
“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES! THAT WAS MY CHEESECAKE! I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT ALL FUCKING DAY!”
“Why are you so pissed? It’s just a cake.”
“IT WAS MY CAKE. I’VE BEEN HAVING CRAVINGS ALL DAY.”
You notice the team gathered behind you, and you can already tell they want to laugh.
Bucky grabs your hands. “I’ll buy you another cake!”
“IT’S GONNA TAKE FOREVER! DON’T YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDN’T MAKE A PREGNANT WOMAN WAIT?!?!”
The room fell silent. Bucky let go of your hands.
“Are you… pregnant?,” he whispers.
Damn it, Y/N, you thought.
You cooled down instantly.
“Surprise?”, you respond, feeling extremely nervous over his reaction.
He is emotionless for a moment, then breaks out into a big smile.
“MY GIRL IS PREGNANT,” he shouts, picking you up and spinning you around. The team cheers behind you.
“I’M GONNA BE AN UNCLE,” Steve screams, hugging everyone in sight.
“I’M GONNA BE AN AUNT,” Wanda adds.
“I’m gonna pay for everything,” Tony mumbles. You laugh and kiss his cheek.
Bucky pulls you into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
You sigh. “I didn’t know how. All that was on my mind was the damn cheesecake.”
“I’ll get you another one, I promise. But first things first. STEVE GO GET THE THING.”
“I’M GETTING THE THING.”
Steve runs out of the room, leaving the rest of you confused. A few moments later he runs back in with a small box.
“HERE IS THE THING,” he screams as he throws it to Bucky.
Bucky gets down on one knee and opens the box, revealing a gorgeous diamond ring.
You gasp and cover your mouth, already feeling tears about to form.
“Y/N L/N, I can’t imagine my life without you. You are my world, my savior, my guardian angel. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now,
but I could never find the right words. I love having someone who challenges me everyday, makes my life interesting. I mean, you just yelled at me for eating your cheesecake! You’ve saved me from Hydra, the Winter Soldier, and my nightmares. Every time I wake up, I love seeing you there right next to me. I want to wake up next to you every day for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”
You wipe the tears from your eyes. “Of course, you dork.”
The team starts to cheer behind you as Bucky places the ring on your finger. It fit perfectly. As he stands up you press your lips to his, feeling more in love with him than you ever had before.
As you pull away, you whisper, “But you still owe me my cheesecake.”
He laughs, letting the tears fall from his eyes (you loved how he wasn’t afraid to show emotion). “Whatever you want, Mrs. Barnes.”
You can hear Tony grumble, “Another thing I gotta pay for.”
Ever since I’ve rewatched Civil War, I just wanna’ comment that T’Challa is being really fucking nice to Steve when he really has no reason to be such.
I mean, yes. T’Challa knows that he had done wrong in falling into the rut that is revenge, and that he must fix that issue. Learn from your mistakes, and whatnot. In the comics, it was obvious that T’Challa was always much more analytical and objective than most of the other superheroes. Being a King and a prince before that gave him perspective. So, seeing him help Bucky by fulfilling his wish to be iced again was his way of fixing things. An honorable, respectful offer of aid. He also captured and was persecuting Zemo personally, another part of Civil War fixed.
But Steve? T’Challa owes nothing to Steve. Wakanda has a history, in the comics and implied in the film, of nobody really allowed past their borders. Wakandans can come and go as they please, but foreigners have to gain the respect of the Wakandans and their King to even get past the borders, or survive the man-eating jungle that surrounds Wakanda. Steve is/was Captain America, a symbol of America both visually and in myth. I doubt he’s seen very positively on an international level. And T’Challa? He perhaps respects a fellow warrior, and a man of conviction. He can respect a man who would go against everyone and everything for a friend.
But he owes the man nothing, and T’Challa is fucking awesome. I really hope they don’t make T’Challa some kind of sugar daddy to Team Cap, funding their Secret Avengers and whatnot. Because he shouldn’t be cheapened as a character by just existing in the upcoming Avengers film as Mr. Moneybags like Tony. He’s the Black Panther, he’s gonna have his own film, RESPECT THE SUPERHERO HE IS.
Request: Hey! I’ve literally binge read
all your works before the past two days. They’re so good! I live your writing.
Anyway, my birthday just passed and it was pretty shitty. People forgot and I
got food poisoning, anyway, I was wondering if you can write an Avengers fic?
Where the reader thinks everyone forgot their birthday but they were just
planning a surprise party for them? I kinda have a thing for Bucky but if you
want to include that or not it’s fine. Thank you, it would mean a lot. 🙂
You woke up with your alarm blaring. You groaned, picking up
your phone and seeing the alarm. It’s your Birthday! You jumped out of bed,
rushing to get in the shower and to get dressed so you can spend your time with
your friends, the avengers, which were practically your family. You were extra
excited to spend time with Bucky, your boyfriend.
You had been apart off the team for a while now, and Bucky
and you had been a thing for just over 4 months now. He was a very caring guy,
and he was eager to remember everything about you. When he forgot something or
got a fact about you that you had told him, wrong, he would kick himself for
Request: Can you please write an Avengers
x reader fic, really angsty? Thank you x
Fury had put you on the team very recently. But they had yet
to actually meet you. They had never heard your voice, seen your face, or being
within the same building of them. But they heard rumours.
They heard the story. The story that stuck. That story being
how you came to be here. You were a product of HYDRA, almost a stray child. You
were given training, but apparently it was worse than what they gave Nat. You
felt no sympathy, nor empathy, no feelings. No soul. However your job was
special. Your missions were to get people to confess or to spill secrets. You
would kidnap them, lock them away, and then do unspeakable things to them. Days
later HYDRA had information that none other than a certain missing person knew,
who was found dead just days later as a mutilated corpse. They say Fury had actually
found you when he found your torture room and in the midst of getting a man to
confess. He had been lucky enough to shoot you to be subdued and that’s how you
got here. They said that that’s why you were yet to be introduced- you were
healing and fighting back.