here she just has to be natasha

Stolen Mind

Request: Hello! Just to say that I just loooooved your last work! Wow! Can’t wait for part 2 I guess ! Just thought about a possible request if you want and have time :) you’re free to do tragic stuff or not but here is the thing : the reader has a power that she doesn’t quite control yet or even fully know. She can control thoughts and especially dreams. That what she thought like everyone else. Actually she steals dreams from people’s mind (in this case Bucky’s because she wants to help him) but with time and sessions after session he founds peace be she kind of becomes stranger like angrier and stuff and kind of uncontrollable and all the team especially Bucky realize that she actually steals people’s personality… I know it’s rubbish but I dreamed about that so I thought that maybe you could write something about it :) take care!! You’re are so talented and amazing ! @italwaysendsinafightcap

 Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: swearing

Words: 3k

All credit goes to Marvel

Originally posted by marvxl-trash

The team almost didn’t notice the shift in Y/N’s behavior. Almost.

When Bucky had arrived at the tower as a permanent member of the Avengers, he was understandably still weary of his surroundings. Every night, he’d grab a plate of whatever was for dinner and retreat back into his room. He only ever trained in the dead of the night after a horrific nightmare that would jolt the rest of the teams out of their slumber. But they knew that Bucky didn’t want company at those moments, so they tried their best to close their eyes and forget his pained cries.

Then Fury brought in a new girl. She had unfortunately endured the same torture that HYDRA had put the Maximoff twins through, but when they couldn’t pinpoint her power, they beat her senseless and left her abandoned and bloody on the side of the road where she was later picked up by Phil Coulson and Melinda May. When she was handed over to Dr. Cho to be stitched up, Nick Fury took it upon himself to see what the fuss of her was about. Helen had explained that there was some shift in her genetic material, but she couldn’t pinpoint what it did to the girl. “Can you fight?” He asked Y/N. The girl weakly nodded at the man before her and once she was healed, she was recruited into the Avengers Initiative.

The Avengers had come to know Y/N as a fun, bubbly girl with a constant pep in her step no matter the situation and one who never backed down from a challenge. She was almost more of a leader than Steve, which often resulted in them bickering. Steve would give orders, and Y/N would mimic them in his captain voice with the same exact facial expression. Her impressions of her teammates were nearly uncanny.

That being said, Y/N was the polar opposite of Bucky, yet he fed off her happiness until the two of them were the best of friends, pulling pranks on the others and being inseparable on missions.

The team, especially Steve, had never seen Bucky so happy, which was why it was no surprise when he confided in his friends that he was falling hard for the girl.

It was no surprise when Y/N confided in those same friends that she was falling hard for the soldier.

It was also no surprise when the team set each of them on a blind date, the date being each other.

Y/N sat at the candle-lit table of the far too fancy restaurant that Tony had insisted on making reservations for. She anxiously straightened out her red dress and prayed that her deodorant was doing its job because oh man, was she sweating. She glanced down at her phone. 7:00. She blew a stream of air from her lips as she stared at the ceiling, willing her nerves to calm. It’s just a date, she thought. She sat in silence for a little bit longer, biting her lip. I can’t do this, she concluded. She picked up her phone, dialing Bucky’s number as quickly as she could. He would come get her and she could sneak out before her date even saw her.

She was two rings in when she heard someone’s phone going off nearby. She smiled when she realized it was the same ringtone Bucky had for her.

That’s when an audible gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes shot up to the man who now stood in front of her, showing her his still-ringing phone. Y/N’s face was on the screen, along with Bucky’s nickname for her. “Don’t look now, but the punk who set this whole thing up is giggling in the corner like a damn school girl.” Bucky said, smirking and tilting his head to the direction of the culprit.

Steve and Natasha were seated at a circle booth in the corner of the restaurant. Steve was, in fact, giggling like a school girl, and Natasha raised her wine glass at her and winked. She turned back to Bucky and laughed. “Well, Tony’s paying for this dinner so we might as well make the most of it, now sit.” He did as told and ordered a beer when the waiter passed by.

Bucky and Y/N had become so wrapped up in each other that they didn’t even notice Steve and Natasha pass by them to leave.

“You have to be more careful!”

“Me? I have to be more careful? I can handle myself, Buck! You’re the one that nearly got Steve killed when you abandoned him in fighting off agents because one of my guns ran out of ammo!” Y/N shrieked. They had been fighting since they first got back into the quinjet and now two hours later as they walk back into the tower.

“Because Steve can handle himself!” Their arguing was deafening, and Natasha and Tony even lightly covered their ears in an attempt to block them out until they could get to their rooms.

“And I can’t?” Bucky was silent and Y/N rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Bucky.” She stormed off, slamming her bedroom door behind her, signaling the end of the conversation and a warning for him not to follow. Bucky looked at Steve, searching for help but all Steve could do was sympathetically shrug.

“You’re over-protective of her,” Thor began, sitting down on the couch and placing his hammer on the table. “She’s stronger than you realize, stronger than any of us realize,” he looked around at his teammates, then focused his eyes on Bucky, who had his arms crossed over his chest and his jaw clenched. “You must have faith in her, or you will never see what she is truly capable of.”

Y/N shot out of her bed into a sitting position. Her eyes were wide open, she was gasping for air, and she was coated in sweat and she couldn’t tell if her cheeks were wet because of that or because of tears.

She had never had a nightmare like that. Her mind was racing, despite her being wide awake, she was still seeing pieces of the dream. She saw herself being restrained to a chair with a mouth guard as she screamed in agony. Somebody was speaking, but the pain radiating through her head was too much to even hear what he was saying. She didn’t even know if it was English.

Her head was practically pulsing in pain and she winced at the ache. Y/N pulled herself out of bed and grabbed two aspirins and some water, taking care to not turn on the light, fearing it would make her headache worse.

Her feet softly padded down the hall, there was no way she was going to sleep now. Her body ached and was screaming in protest, but she walked on, knowing that her mind was begging her for some relief from the nightmare. She had hoped that Bucky would be in the training room too, where he spent most of his nights, but he wasn’t. Confused, she walked a little more past the room until she got to Bucky’s door. Slowly pushing it open, she was greeted with him sleeping peacefully in his bed.

Y/N quietly shut the door and made her way back to the training room where she stripped of her pajamas and changed into the spare sweats she had left there. After hanging the first punching bag of the night, she wrapped her fists and began throwing punches.

Every punch got harder. Every swing got faster. Her knuckles burned from the friction of the wrap but she pushed on. The bag had finally gave way and flew to the side of the room at the same time that Steve walked in. He grabbed another bag from the corner of the room and put it on the hook. “Thanks.” She said. Steve nodded in response.

“Looks like you needed it. Bad night?” He asked. He sat down on the bench and watched as she resumed her blows to the bag.

“You have no idea.” She mumbled, almost to herself, but Steve heard her anyways. He got up from the bench and grabbed the bag, holding it still despite her still throwing punches.

“Try me.” One look into his eyes, and she gave up. She slumped her shoulders and rolled her neck, trying to relieve some of the tension.

“Nightmare woke me up. I was practically chained to a chair with a mouth guard of sorts being shoved into my mouth. I was screaming in pain and someone kept saying things but I couldn’t make out what they were, it didn’t even sound English. Woke up with a headache, didn’t feel like going back to sleep after that.”

“Sounds like one of Buck’s.”

“What are you implying, Rogers?” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Just a thought. You guys have a thing for feeding off each other- energy, moods, sushi. I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys started sharing dreams.” She gave Steve a look, but didn’t say anything.

Because she wouldn’t be surprised if he was right.

The next day, when Y/N woke up, she was still in a sour mood. She kicked her slippers on and made her way down the stairs to the kitchen. Steve had sent her back to bed at 2 in the morning and she had to admit that the extra sleep eased her headache. She just wished it eased her mood.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Sam chirped. “Made your favorite, blueberry waffles with orange smiley faces and whipped cream, 2 eggs, sunny-side up, and turkey bacon.” Y/N forced a smile. Normally, the scent alone would be enough to put a smile on her face, but today, it felt so overwhelming that it brought the headache back. She tried not to let it show, but Sam noticed.

“I’m sorry, Sammy.” She smiled apologetically. Sam grabbed a piece of turkey bacon and tapped her nose with it before taking a bite.

“No worries, more for me, but at least drink your orange juice,” he slid her a glass and she sipped at it. “Steve told me about your nightmare, wanna talk about it?” Y/N propped her cheek on her palm and groaned after downing the rest of her juice.

“No, I just want to mope around and be alone all day.” She took a piece of turkey bacon and bit a piece off of it.

“Now you really sound like your man.” He laughed.

“What about her man?” Bucky said, bouncing down the stairs. Y/N spun around in her chair to look at him. He had a bright smile on his face and she turned back around to Sam, eyes wide in disbelief and confusion. Sam briefly made eye contact with her, mimicking the girl’s expression before clearing his throat.

“We were just saying that Y/N sounds like you when you first joined the Avengers.”

“And why’s that, doll?” He turned to his girlfriend, pinching her cheek. Y/N tried her hardest not to snap at him. She wasn’t in the mood to be touched. She pulled herself from Bucky’s grasp.

“Had a bad night’s sleep.” She mumbled, sliding off the bar stool. She put her glass in the sink and made her way back up the stairs, in desperate need for a hot shower.

“Steve and I need you to come grocery store with us later so we don’t buy only junk. Be ready in like 30.” Sam called after her. Y/N nodded, not really knowing or even caring if he saw it or not.

Y/N was becoming increasingly agitated, even more so during grocery shopping. The boys blamed that on themselves, because they kept putting ridiculous snacks in the carriage when she wasn’t looking.

Then they got back into the car.

Y/N was sitting behind Sam and was desperately trying to get comfortable in the small amount of leg room had left her.

Right before Steve was about to buckle, Y/N gave up. “Can you move your seat up?”

Normally, this question would have been asked and answered simply, but the way she asked, voice deep and broody, Sam and Steve froze. “Sam, call Bruce. Tell him we found out what her powers are.”

“I should be able to reverse it, but we don’t have enough time. Fury’s sending us on an emergency HYDRA base clean-out in 30 minutes, Y/N, can you fight?” The girl slowly nodded, the scowl from earlier still present on her features. “Where’s Barnes? I would want to look at him too, to see just how far this is going.” Sam shook his head.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. His happy mood worsened her mood.” Bruce nodded thoughtfully while still observing the girl who was sitting on the counter. Her mood now was a complete 180 from her normal behavior. This wasn’t a power. This was a curse.

The mission was a trap; a trap to get the Winter Soldier back. While almost one hundred agents surrounded his teammates, Bucky had been whacked over the head with a gun, knocking him unconscious momentarily.

When he came to, he was strapped to a chair and he cursed loudly. He knew how this was going, especially when he saw the “doctor”. Bucky pulled at his restraints, but they must have been made of steel, he couldn’t break through. The doctor stood in front of him, looking him in the eye, smiling wickedly. “Looks like we have got out most prized possession back,” He said, in a German accent. If looks could kill, this guy would be in a heap on the floor. Bucky spat at him, earning him a swift slap across the face. “Тоска,” Bucky braced himself.

“Ржавый,” His fists clenched.

“Семнадцать,” He grit his teeth together.

“рассвет,” He wondered where Y/N was.

“Печь,” He hoped she was safe.

“Девять,” He heard her screaming.

“Доброкачественные,” He realized he wasn’t in pain.

“Возвращение домой,” He realized she was.

“Один,” Bucky began yelling, trying his best to break out of his confines as Y/N’s screaming got louder, more pained.

“Грузовой автомобиль.” The screaming stopped.

“Good morning, soldier.” The doctor said. Bucky remained motionless, the only way he was getting out of this was by playing along.

“Ready to comply.”

“Eliminate our enemies.” The restraints on Bucky’s arms and legs were lifted and he stood out of his seat, making to walk away. However, at the last second, he turned back around, grabbing the doctor by the back of the throat and bashing his head into the wall. He took off running for Y/N. She could be anywhere.

Bucky picked up his comm from his pocket and placed it in his ear, immediately asking where his girlfriend was and what happened.

“Whatever happened between you two, the words must have affected her and not you. She’s the Winter Soldier now.” Sam panted out. Bucky sucked in a harsh breath.

“Where is she?”

“South wing. Steve has her cornered, but she’s quick. We can’t get him back-up.” Nat responded. Bucky took off in a sprint.

He wasted no time in getting to the south wing, throwing agents at the wall or shooting them down as he ran faster than he had ever before.

His eyes immediately landed on Y/N. She had Steve backed into a wall. He was bruised and bloody, and his eyes locked on Buck’s before flicking back to Y/N who was inching closer and closer to him. She slipped her knife out from her waist holster and Bucky made a break for it. She’s going to be so pissed at me, he thought. He ran up behind her and wrapped one arm around her neck to restrain her from moving and his metal hand wrapped around her wrist, preventing her from cutting anyone. “C’mon doll, I got you.” He reluctantly tightened his grip on her throat. He fell onto the concrete floor underneath him, pulling her into his lap. Her limbs flailed in his grip, but Bucky knew what he had to do. His grip got tighter and tighter until she let out a squeak and her body collapsed into his chest.

Buck looked up at Steve, the both of them panting with relief.

“Fortunately, you didn’t do any damage to her windpipe so you don’t have to tell her that you choked her to the point of unconsciousness,” Bruce suggested. Y/N’s still unconscious body laid on the makeshift hospital bed. Wires were hooked up to both her and her boyfriend as Bruce studied their vital signs, looking for what had caused today’s events.

“Everything looks the same as it usually does. You mentioned she had a nightmare last night?” Sam nodded, explaining the dream to Bruce as Bucky’s eyes focused on Y/N. Her breathing was slow and peaceful. Her face was void of any scowl or pout from earlier. She looked peaceful once more. Bruce spoke up, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Call me crazy, but I think she stole your mind, Barnes.”

Just a personal thought here, but Iron Widow of MCU is such an under-rated ship and Brotp. 

- Natasha is the one who calls Tony Shellhead

- Tony carries Natasha around as air support.

- Natasha is the only one, who is not Rhodey or Pepper, to ask Tony if he’s okay.

- Tony showed his most vulnerable moment in front of Natasha (the IM2 one).

-  They tease each other and rib each other through AoU and CACW.

- Tony is the only person Natasha has no qualms about being frank with in reality. With the others she hesitates or worries that they won’t listen or won’t stop.

I know that this duo has its problems and conflicts too but it really does need more value given. 

No. You Move.

Hey everyone! I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive- things have been… Interesting. Staying busy, and pairing that with my lack of motivation has meant I can’t get anything done. So this is actually an idea that has been sitting here for MONTHS. I just hope you like it :)


Steve glances at her, not slowing his pace. He knew it would piss her off- how could it not? He keeps marching to the elevator, trying not to stare. The second he meets her eyes…

“Don’t ignore me!” Natasha snags his arm, forcing him to stop. “Why am I not on the mission?”

“Because it’s dangerous,” He says coldly, staring down at her. “I’m not losing you.”

“That’s not your call,” She snaps. “We’re a team. We will never succeed if you keep sidelining me just because we’re together.”

He spins, holding her arms. “I am not losing you like I’ve lost everyone else.” He says firmly, eyes staring into hers. “I’ve always been reckless, and it’s cost me everyone I care about. I can’t lose you too.”

Nat swallows, chest aching for him. “Fine. I understand why you don’t want me to go… But this conversation isn’t over.”

Steve swallows, following her into the elevator and knowing that there’s no way he’ll win.

But that doesn’t mean he won’t try.

“Move it.”

Steve glances up from his book, lying on his back and completely taking over the couch. “What?”

Natasha just eyes him. “You heard. Move.”

“No. You move.” He goes back to his book.

“Smart ass,” She mutters, flicking a nail up his bare sole. He lets out an “Eep!”, jerking his feet back, and they both freeze, staring at each other for a long moment. Natasha’s lips lift into a dangerous smirk…

“Don’t even think about it,” Steve warns, trying to scoot back.

She doesn’t answer; she just pounces, landing on his hips and letter her fingers tickle every inch of him, reducing him into a squirming, giggling mess. “Nahahahaahat! Nohohohoho!”

“I told you to move!” She smiles, enjoying his squeals as her nails brush his ribs. “You have to face the consequences!”

He giggles, writhing beneath her. “Nahat! Please!”

Nat gets an idea. “Tell me I can go on the mission!” She orders, tickling more and making his laugh hard.

He shakes his head. “Nohohoho!” He protests stubbornly, laughing too much to seem at all intimidating.

She growls, darting fingers to attack his pits and making him scream. “Tell. Me.”

Steve shrieks, laughing hysterically. “OK! OK! You can come!”

She smirks, instantly stopping and watching as he catches his breath. “Good soldier,” She murmurs, watching him.

He moves suddenly, flipping them and pinning her to the couch. “My turn,” He growls, and soon Natasha is lost beneath him.


Natasha: …You’re still here.
Ana: That stray is sticking around, thanks to you.
Natasha: A lonely neighborhood for a cat, I suppose, Ana.
Ana: Yes. A lonely neighborhood, for all creatures. But this one waits for you, I think.
Natasha: I can’t let you in, I’m sorry. That’s one mistake I won’t make twice.

I think a lot has been made of Natasha’s commitment to loneliness, to what degree she is or is not a broken, solitary bird. In the case of this panelset, though, I think it is wise to remember the context. She’s just come back from a mission where she defeated the bad guy, but not before he killed some acquaintences of hers, people she seemed to like and genuinely wanted to help. Natasha stands in violent spaces, and people who keep too close do get hurt. That is the nature of her name: a black widow brings death to her lovers. Natasha has done bad things and holds that part of her regret close, but she is also fundamentally a survivor, and that carries its own guilt.

That Natasha feels this, and sees herself in some stabbing instances as a curse and a danger to the people around her is, to me, more proof that she’s working than proof that she’s broken.

Natasha names the cat Liho, in Slavic mythology the name of a creature of bad luck, ill will, misfortune. Black cats live in fairytales and often appear as omens, or at the side of witches. Liho is bad luck, and it is bad luck to be around Natasha. Misfortune is literally waiting for her. There’s a Russian idiom— не буди лихо, пока оно тихо— that means something like “let sleeping dogs lie.” Don’t trouble until trouble troubles you.

The thing is, of course, that Natasha is trouble walking. She can’t stick to the mission, she can’t keep her hands and feet inside the vehicle, she has to do better, has to help, has to keep trying. So of course, she eventually lets the cat in.

From Black Widow #2, by Nathan Edmondson and Phil Noto.

Let’s take a second to compare these two gifs. Here we have Natasha (Natalia) in full Black Widow mode. Her eyes are dark, hooded even. This is probably the first glimpse (in the MCU) of the Black Widow in her training habitat. Her whole posture just screams DANGER and given the orders, she would kill her target, no matter how old. It’s what she has been conditioned to do. She doesn’t even blink when the gun fires and I really love how the flash is reflected in her eyes. This is before the Avengers become her family and I think if they had met her then, then I don’t doubt for a second that she wouldn’t have thought twice about trying succeeding? in killing them. This is Natalia Alianovna Romanova. The rogue Black Widow that I wish we got to see more of in the MCU.

Now here, just look at the difference. This is Natasha Romanoff, agent of SHIELD, friend to the Avengers and you can just see the difference in her. She is stunning no matter what but here she is radiant. That small smile/smirk. Her eyes are soft, playful and it just shows how good the team are for Nat. It’s like looking at a completely different person! 

Nat is a completely underrated character and I just think that if we ever get the blessed Black Widow Movie, then we’ll get so much background and see more of the Red Room and her transition into SHIELD and how she just…changes from Natalia to Natasha. And I’m not gonna lie, I’m scared for her in Civil War. #protectNatashaatallcosts 


This one is just for fun…look at the adorable thing *heart eyes* 

DNA - Clint Barton x Reader

Originally posted by imaginesforlifetime

Words: 980
Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader
Featuring: Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner
Warnings: uh, none
Requested by @sexymackstan
May I have a song imagine with Clint Barton using the song DNA by Little Mix ?
Author’s Note: This fic is based off the song above^ and you can listen to it here! Thought this was cute :)


He just takes my breath away

“What’s going on with you lately?” Natasha asked you.

You shrugged. “Boy troubles?” She asked. “Is it Clint again?”

“I told you not to bring him up.” You chuckled.

“I haven’t heard you talk much about him.” She smiled. “Why do you like him so much?”

“His eyes, they’re beautiful. He makes my heart beat so fast, just- his DNA has made him such a likable and gorgeous person.” You swayed side-to-side as you talked about him. “He just takes my breath away.”

“Why don’t you just talk to him about it?” Natasha asked you.

You shrugged. “I get so caught up in the moment whenever we talk and then I forget to tell him how I feel.”

Natasha laughed at him. “I’ll set you guys up.”

“No, Natasha, it’ll be awkward!” You complained after her.

“Huh, I can’t hear you!” She ran away.

You started to run after her, but ended up falling on the floor after running into someone.

You heard his laugh. “You okay?” Clint asked from above you. He extended his hand to help you up.

You grabbed his hand and he pulled you up. “Thanks..”

“You’re welcome.” Clint smiled. “Are you, okay? You’re turning red.”

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  • what she said: I'm fine
  • what she meant: Carmilla the series just wrapped its final season and the cast is posting heartfelt, emotional sign offs for the show on social media and I'm sitting alone in my room sobbing because this show did so many good things and also because Natasha posted a snapchat story crying about wrapping even though in the past she has said that she doesn't know how to cry and Elise has yet to say anything about wrapping the show so it's only bound to get more emotional from here

Imagine Natasha Catching You Sitting On Steves Lap

For Anon

“Uh guys where am I gonna sit?” you ask after seeing that the couch in the tower basement is full. Every Friday Steve, Bucky, and you get together in the basement to listen to old music and watch old movies. But it’s always a battle for who has to sit in who’s lap. Usually Bucky is in Steves or Steve in Buckys tonight it’s your turn.

“You can sit here (Y/N)” Steve invites patting his knee.

“Whatever little shit” you grumble and plop down in his lap. The night goes ok normally after that till Natasha comes storming in.

“Why did Jarvis say you were in Steves lap? YOU ARE!” she snaps and picks you up off him.

“Yes because stucky apparently isn’t happening tonight. It’s totally platonic Tash I swear” you promise.

“You’re mine and fuck of Rogers. Barnes just bang him already!” Natasha exclaims and carries oh off over her shoulder.

“Bye guys.”

Natalene* Yuri On Ice thing pt. 2

Part One

@kudryana @peachbud @cesarcui @ the rest of the comet fandom who likes YOI it’s been a while but here we go

“10,000 views!” Sonya Rostova exclaims.

Her cousin Natasha, who’s been untying her skates on a bench, walks over to where Sonya stands by the rink rail.

“What has 10,000 views?”

“N-Nothing,” Sonya stammers. “I-”

Natasha snatchers the phone. “Doesn’t look like nothing!”


“You uploaded my copy of Helene’s routine to Instagram and tagged her! How is that nothing! I mean, yes we are in the same bracket but she’s just… so above me. In every respect. I don’t know what you were think-”

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“Who Is She?” Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Requested by Anon - 47 Who is she? 
Warnings: None that I can think of maybe swearing (Since everything I write has at least one of those!)
Admins Note:This was kinda difficult to write at the moment, I have no inspiration for writing, I think my work is over-working me and I just feel… used up(?) I also got a cold, which isn’t good when you work in Hospital, but its going as quick as it came - given me an idea for a one-shot though. Here is where my ALMOST medical degree comes in handy.

After weeks of consideration, you decided to take up Tony Stark on a position at the Avengers Base. It was just as a Doctor for the team, you figured they are trained well enough that not a lot of major accidents would happen, so you would rarely be needed or seen by them. 

That changed when Agent Barton- Hawkeye had been hit, not badly enough for Doctor Cho to be needed but just enough for you to be called, a bullet had gone straight through his shoulder, it was a relatively clean wound. Clint’s left arm was elevated to control the blood flow, his face was hardened probably to hide the pain he may be feeling, although he is an Agent; maybe he has been shot so many times he no longer reacts to the pain. 

“Hey, Barton, I’m Doctor (Y/N) (Y/L/N)” he nodded “okay, well what I am going to do is stitch up the back first, make sure it didn’t tear anything major or rupture anything near the spinal area” he nodded probably not caring what you do as long as you do a good job. You grabbed the medical equipment you’d need, walking behind him, you pulled the dressing off and examined it carefully; cleaning the wound and hearing Clint wince, you decided to just stitch it up, nothing seemed to be fatal and the body has a natural way of healing itself a lot. 

“I’d advise rolling your shoulders in a circular motion a few minutes every hour, just to ease the tension that can be, and help blood flow- that may make it bleed but that will help the wound heal quicker” he nodded slowly “I’ll get some pain meds for you” walking over to the locked cupboard you pulled keys out, the door opened revealing a extremely pretty women; red hair and green eyes, she was the definition of perfection to you! Natasha, Black Widow.

“You feeling okay?” she asked Clint, who just nodded in response, you remained to get the medicine for Clint. Pulling the right one out, you turned slightly and heard them whispering to themselves, the muffled “Who is she?” from Natasha, it caused you to smirk slightly.

“This is the new Doctor (Y/N) (Y/L/N)” Clint gestured to you as you walked forwards, giving him the medication “thanks” he said placing them into his pocket, jumping off the bed he rolled his shoulder back, wincing slightly at the pain he felt from it.
“Try not getting shot next time” you patted his good shoulder, he gave a mocking look but smiled at you. Clint left with a towing Natasha behind him, but before she walked out the door she turned to you, you raised your eyebrows as you stopped putting things away.

“You doing anything after you finish work?” she asked, a small smirk smile sitting on her face, you shook your head no “okay, wanna go get a drink after?” you grinned, a blush fanning over your cheeks, a smile appearing widely on Natasha.
“Sure, I finish at five” she nodded before walking out of the room fully. Leaving you with the after effect of what just happened, you were going out for drinks with Natasha, you silently thanked Tony for pestering you to accept this job.

Ms. Powers- Part 6

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As she heard what he said Natasha spoke to the team, “Barton fly the kids back to base. Key, I need another jet here stat.” She looked at Captain now who looked at her confused. “We can’t take her on board with all those kids, they were already freaked, imagine if they saw he like this.”

“How are you so calm about this,” Steve said a sounding worried and little furious.

“She’s not dead Cap, calm down.”

“She has no puls-”

“It only feels like she doesn’t,” she interrupted. “Her pulse is there it’s just so weak that you can’t detect it.” She shook her head at you, “I told her she should have gotten sleep.”

“What does her sleep have to do with this situation?”

“She used up a good amount of energy last night and didn’t sleep at all so she didn’t have much -at least much to her standard- when we left today. She knew she’d have enough energy to handle the fighting but I’m guessing she didn’t account that she’d have to make a forcefield around her and six kids while a huge bomb detonated right above her and sent a four story building on top of her. Cap, if she were dead that force field wouldn’t have stayed up after she died.”

“We’ll shes unconscious and it stayed up,” he pointed out.

“She’s talented like that. She’s had 300 and some years to perfect her powers and mental strength. I don’t know how she does it but she does. Whatever she did- she was able to command her body to use whatever energy it could muster to protect the kids.”

Jet 00972 ready for lift off,” a member of your former team called through their connection.

“Carry her to the jet,” Nat said standing up.

“Is that safe for her?”

“Trust me Cap, she’s fine,” he picked you up gently and followed Nat to the Jet.


The whole team landed 30 minutes after you, Nat and Steve, on base. They got updated that the kids were being brought home to their families later that night right before they stepped off and got a ride to the medical center on base. “What’s going on,” Tony asked as he entered the hospital room you were being kept in. Steve and Nat sat right next to your bed on opposite side and Fury was leaning against the back corner. Bruce went to pick up your medical chart but there was nothing there. “Is she in a coma,” Bruce asked.

“No,” Fury stated. “she’s…sleeping…I guess you could call it.”

“Then why did we hear Rogers say that she had no pulse,” Tony barked.

“Y/N is able to hold more energy that regular humans. While we can go about our lives and sleep for 6 hours a night she can sleep extremely little and still perform her powers. The thing is she has to be careful that she doesn’t use all her energy in whatever she is doing if she hasn’t slept an adequate amount. She knows how much is too much for her, but today, after shielding the base all last night and getting no sleep, she used all her energy on the mass shield she used to protect her and the kids. When she uses all her energy like that she goes into this super sleep. She doesn’t need to eat or drink she just goes into this deep sleep where her body rejuvenated itself.”

“My father does something like this,” Thor commented. “We call it the ‘Odinsleep,’”

“Couldn’t it be dangerous for her? If this happened to her in the middle of a battle couldn’t someone shoot her point blank and call it a day,” Tony asked.

Natasha shook her head, “That’d be impossible.”

“How so,” Banner asked.

Natasha looked at Fury and he nodded at her unspoken question. Natasha pulled a knife out of her boot and, before any of the Avengers could protest, plunged the knife down to your heart.

Everybody screamed. “Are you crazy,” Steve shot up from his chair seeing Nat hold the knife on your heart!

“Calm down Rogers,” Clint said unphased by what had happened. Everyone turned their attention back to Nat and you and saw what he meant. Nat lifted up the knife for everyone to see. The knife looked like Thor had hammered it in half. “Her skin becomes impenetrable in this state. Did you really think I’d kill one of my best friends?” All the Avengers, except Clint, shrugged.

Banner went full scientist on her upon hearing this. “How is that possible,” he said walking closer to you and taking a close look at your skin.

“You heard her say that she heals quickly didn’t you,” Fury asked and they nodded. “Well another part of her abilities includes having literal thick skin. If she wanted she could make it so her skin was like this in battle and nothing could pierce it; it’d just take a little more focus and energy, but when she goes into this state her body’s natural instincts take over and it does this to protect her from any outside threat.”

“Fascinating,” Bruce muttered. “If we could mirror this technology we could create a synthetic, lightweight, bulletproof material for our soldiers.”

“Easy Geek-Squad,” Banner commented.

“We’ve already tried Dr. it’s something we can’t get close to,” Nick informed him.

“How long with she sleep,” Thor asked the Director.

“We don’t know. It’s different every time. It all depends on how much sleep she’s had recently and exactly how much energy she burned through. All we can do is wait,” he said much to the team’s dismay.


The events leading up to the bomb replayed in your mind as you came to. You, running in the basement room and seeing the children. You spoke to them Arabic so they’d understand you. “I’m going to get you somewhere safe, ok?” You picked the youngest of the group, a cute little girl, and took the hand of another. “Follow me kids,” just as you were about to reach the stairs you heard the faint hum of a machine and a beep. You reacted faster than you could process what you had heard and threw up a force field around u and the kids. Right as you did so a wave of heat came from the room you had just sent Tony out of minuets before. Knowing the strength of the bomb and that they building would be falling on you you sent all you could into the field around the children. In those quick moments you had gathered all the children under you as you knelt over them to further shield them with your body. Another wave was sent out by the bomb and that’s the last thing you remembered.

The first thing that always came back to you was your hearing. You heard pages turning and a tune being hummed. from your left side.

The next thing that returned was your sense of touch. You felt your toes wiggle under a blanket.

You opened your eyes and saw Steve sitting to your left, flipping through a small book, mindlessly humming a familiar tune. “Steve,” your voice was a little hoarse. He looked at you and quickly put down his book as he sat on the edge of his seat.

“Hey,” he leaned over towards you and held a cup of water out to you. “How are you feeling?”

You took a deep breath. “I feel good. I feel like I need a double cheeseburger but, I feel good. What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t want to leave you alone.”

“That’s really nice,” you smiled at him. “Wait, how long have I been out?”

He looked down at his watch. “29 hours.”

“29…not bad Y/N. Not bad,” you said to yourself. “I feel bad that you were here the whole time, I’m not much fun when I get like this,” you joked. “Usually I just wake up and walk out,” you said getting up. That didn’t stop him from opening his arms, ready to catch you if you tripped or fell. “Really,” he asked.

“Yeah, really. Once I’m up I’m good. See,” you did a quick spin and shimmy and stood back up straight, “all good. But I wasn’t joking about that burger I’m starving. Want to go grab lunch?”

Steve stood in awe at your ability to bounce back so quickly. “Sure,” he let out a laugh. “Good because I know this great burger place about 30 minutes away.” You and Steve started walking out of the hospital, “Hey Trish,” you smiled at a nurse. You were about to walk towards the garage when Steve stopped you. “Ugh, Y/N, don’t you want to change first?” You looked down and saw that you were still in your uniform.

“Good point,” you turned towards your house. “Feel like making a pit stop?” You two walked to your house on base and he told you how the case had wrapped up and how you managed to give him a scare when he saw you like that.

“Was that Glenn Miller,” you asked Steve out of nowhere. “Back at the hospital, when I woke up you were humming. Was that In the Mood by Glenn?” Steve thought about it and nodded his head.

“How did you know that,” he asked in disbelief.

“I’m old remember,” you smirked as you opened the door to your house. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back.” You went into your room and changed into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. “Ready,” you asked as you came back out. “Would you be opposed to getting the garage quicker,” you asked smiling as you shut your front door.

“No,” he smiled back trying to figure you out, “Do you have a car?”

“Hold on Cap,” before he knew it the base was passing him by in a blur and he was standing in front of the base ‘garage.’ He felt your arms unsnake from around him.

“That was…amazing. I didn’t realize you could move that fast.”

“For food I can,” you both laughed at your joke. “My cars are this way,” you lead him to the elevator and pressed the button for the very bottom. “Please state your name,” the elevator asked. “Director General Y/N Whitmore.” The elevator let out a ding and started moving down into the earth. “I keep my rides down here that way the other agents and recruits can’t get their mits on them,” you smiled. When the elevator doors opened Steve was surprised to see so many cars. “Don’t worry they all aren’t mine. We keep the high ranking agent’s and officer’s personal cars down here. You stopped in front of the car you’d be take and pressed the unlock button on your keys. The car lit up….as did Steve’s face. “I thought you were more of a bike guy?”

He widened his eyes and looked back at the car, “What is this thing?”

“An Aston Martin One-77. Perk of working for S.H.I.E.L.D,” you got his attention, “no speed limits,” you said happily and hopped in the car.

“This is the place,” you two pulled up to a small bar in the small town 30 minutes from base.

“Sweet land,” Steve said getting out of the car. “I’m only joking…a little,” he added as he saw the look you gave him. “It’s just that when you said 30 minutes I didn’t realize that it was 30 minutes when you drove.” He was playing at the fact that they only time you were under 100 mile per hour the whole drive was when stopped at signs and lights.

“What’s wrong Steve, can’t handle speed?”

“I’ve jumped out of planes without a parachute. I think I can handle your driving.”

“Come on let’s eat.” You led Steve into the bar and sat down in your usual booth.

“Hey Y/N,” Mark the bartender called as you took your seat.

“Hey Mark,” you smiled in his direction. “I’ll have two burgers, the usual to drink, and,” you looked at Steve. “And whatever good beer you’ve got,” Steve added. “The usual,” he questioned you.

“I come here semi-often,” you shrugged and giggled. “You’re gonna love the burgers.” Conversation between the two of you came easy. You both talked about what the world was like when you were growing up and anything else that came to mind.

“What about all your old boyfriends,” Steve asked nervously. Had you been really listening you would have been able to hear his heart beat quicken. You finished chewing the large bit of your burger and responded. “You mean my one old boyfriend.”

“You’ve only had one boyfriend,” he was very surprised.

“Why does that shock you? Because I’m so old.”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. Well, I guess that’s true too but, I mean, you a great person and beautiful, I just don’t see why you’d only have one.”

You blushed as he called you beautiful, “Well dating isn’t that easy when you’re in my position. In the colony the governor’s son liked me,” you laughed at the thought. “Gosh, I haven’t thought about that in a long time.” You continued with your story, “His name was James, go figure right, and he was a year older than me. He’d always try and get me to stay in the village and play with him instead of going to hang out with Walter, my English culture-obsessed Native American friend. I never did though. James was, excuse my French Steve, a douche.” Steve laughed hard, “It’s true! He was! Like a big douche. He thought because his father was the governor he was all that. When we turned 15 he told his father that he wanted me to be his betrothed; that his father should arrange a marriage between us.”


“Really! And when his father asked mine, mine said that he’d think about it.”

“And did he?”

You laughed hard this time, “He thought there was no way in hell! My father knew that he was trouble and knew that even if he had said yes for some reason I would have ran away before I married him. That was my almost boyfriend I guess you could say. But my real boyfriend came a long time later. It was May of 1774 and I was 129- God, I sound ancient- and I moved to a small town in Southeast West Virginia. By then I had been moving from town to town for a long time. I had gotten a good amount of wealth from my family overseas so I usually had a nice entrance into town. I pulled up to the local bed and breakfast in my few carriage and while they unloaded everything I went for a stroll in the town’s park. By now it was nighttime and really dark and while I was out wandering I heard something break from the treeline by me. I tensed up and was ready to fight who ever came at me but out walked this man. He said that he’d seen me from where he was walking and thought he should come over to see if I was lost and ok.

“That was the first time I met Benjamin. He was 23 and had lost both his parents 4 years earlier to sickness. He was a sort of socialite savior for the town and it’s area, using his money to help others and make money for the town,” you got lost in the memories as they flooded back to you. “I still remember that after he asked to walk me back to where I was staying he told me that a lady like myself shouldn’t be walking around at night by herself,” you and Steve both chuckled at that. “We talked as he walked me back and he stopped on the stoop of the B&B and just turned to me and asked if he could take me out for a walk in the park during the day so I could see it’s true beauty,” you came back into the present. “Do not tell Tony when the last night I had a boyfriend was or he’ll make fun of me that I haven’t had a significant other since before America was made. You Lord,” you realised, “that sounds awful. I sound like the ultimate spinster!”

“Can I ask what happened after that,” Steve timidly said.

“We spent almost everyday together from that May to the next April. It was a little scandalous at first; a rich boy courting an orphaned girl. But the folks around town loved us both, especially together. Things started getting heated with Britain with all the action towards American freedom. April 19th the Revolutionary War began. Of course back then it was just ‘The War.’ He helped get forced organized should anything happen in our town but nobody ever thought that something would come to our small town. We were having dinner in the Inn I was staying in,  I had decided that that was the night that I was going to show him what I could do. All I could do was hope he wouldn’t go around screaming ‘Witch,’ when there was a loud bang from across town. Everyone stood up and he turned to me and told me to stay inside with everybody and he rushed out.

“I had a pretty good idea what was going but I didn’t know how crazy it was. Before I knew it there was an explosion at the Inn’s door; it lit up in flames and trapped us all inside. Everyone was going crazy and I just told everyone they had to get to the back room and go to the basement. Once they were safe from all the chaos I used my powers and tamed the fire. Once it was out I went outside I moved all the tables in front of the door so no one could in but the people inside could get out. I ran all over town looking for Benjamin or his friends, someone who could tell me where he was, when I saw him near an alley. We caught each others eyes for a second but before he could spring back into action there was a gunshot and he just grabbed his chest and fell to the ground.

“I ran over, which alarmed him and everyone around him because I had moved so fast, and I did what I knew best. I used my powers and took out everyone around us. I knelt down by him and just told him that I was going to tell him tonight about what I could do. He just pointed  to his coat pocket and said, “If that’s who you are then there is even more to love.” That’s the last thing he said to me…”you trailed off for a second. “I reached into the pocket he pointed to and there was this little wooden box in there with a silver band in it.”

“A silver band?”

“Back then engagment rings weren’t a thing. You just had one ring and they didn’t have diamonds on them.”

Steve let out an ‘Oh.’ “He was going to propose that night.”

You nodded as he spoke, “He was going to propose that night. That was the first war I fought in. I knew that I wanted to do something to keep others husband’s from getting hurt. It was a lot harder since I only had a few abilities unlike what I have now but…I saved some people. And after that I had no time to date or any aspiration to. I worked so much and I had a big secret to keep, and I knew that I’d live forever while they’d age and die. Fun talk huh?”

“I’m glad you told me. It’s my fault for asking.”

“I’ve only told 2 other people that story,” you stated. “How about you. Any old girlfriends?”

“Oh you know how it is: chicks dig scrawny guys,” he said very sarcastically.


Natasha had just left your house and was now walking into the makeshift office that the Avengers had been given as their space. “Clint, have you see Y/N? I went to the hospital to check on her and Rogers but when I got there Trish said they left, like, 4 hours ago.”

Clint sat cleaning off his arrows. “No Nat, sorry, haven’t seen her since we went and saw her earlier. Did her and Rogers leave together,” his eyebrows rose.

“According to Trish.”

“When do you think Roger’s is gunna’ ask Y/N out?”

“I don’t know. I’m still trying to get it out of Y/N if she likes him. You know how stubborn she can be,” Nat sat down next to him with a huff.

“They’ll both come around eventually.”

Steve Rogers imagine - how to dance

Ugh, I’m sorry I’m doing so many of these Steve imagines but I’m just in a Rogers/Evans mood. I will up some different imagines up sometime this week. 

Summery: Steve has to go on a date set up by Natasha and you help him get ready. 

Warnings: None

“Steven Grant Rogers, you better get your ass out here. She’ll be here any minute!” You call at the top of your lunges from the kitchen, you were busy cooking dinner for Bucky and yourself since Steve had a date. It’s the first big date Steve has had in a long, long time and since Natasha set it up you knew nothing about the lucky girl. 

You poke your head around the door to notice Steve looking rather flustered in front of the mirror, you inwardly groan to yourself as you roll your eyes at the man. He mutters something about how he should be picking her up not her coming to ours.

“(Y/N?)” Steve calls for you not realising your already watching him button up his shirt, you stroll over to the man who turns to you with the face of pure nerves. 

“Will you calm down?” You brush your hands across Steve’s shoulders brushing him down. “You’d think Captain America could handle going on a blind date.”

“I look that bad huh?” Steve cocks his eyebrow as you push up his collar. 

“No, you just seem nervous.” You lie to Steve who sees right through you, he shakes his head closing his eyes for half a second. You take the black tie in your hands feeling the soft fabric between your fingers. “Tie?” 

“What do you think?” Steve asks, you tilt your head sideways taking a step back to check Steve’s outfit.

“What are you doing?” You purse your lips as you think, you couldn’t help but notice how much Steve’s shirt hugs his arms.

“Well Romanoff set it up, didn’t she? So we’re going to dinner and Nat said some dancing.” Steve’s chest heaves as he inhales deeply, You smirk. 

“What kind of dancing like nightclub?” you try not to laugh at the idea of an old man like Steve going to one of the nightclubs in New York. He’s probably walked into one before only then walked straight out. 

“I don’t think so, there’s meant to be some sort of jazz band at the restaurant. It’s meant to be ‘more my style’. But I don’t know.”Steve sighs defeatedly. Meanwhile you already step closer to start tying the tie for him, you fold down his collar allowing your hands to run down Steve’s chest smoothing out his tie. 

You look up at Steve to see him smiling down at you, his face inches away from yours. Being the smart one you instantly take a step back changing the subject. You’ve had a crush on Steve forever yet you’ve never let your feelings show, dealing with Buck has been hard these past few months and there’s no real time to be having relationships with coworkers.

“Have you even danced since the 1940′s?” You ask whilst folding your hands across your chest, a smug smirk lingering on your lips. 

“Uh..Of course.” Steve bluntly lies, so you pull out your smart phone and start to play some music. 

“Come on.” You hold out your hand beckoning Steve forward, he cocks his eyebrow at you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

“You dance?” Steve takes a step towards you, he claims your hand and pulls you closer to him. 

“I do a lot of things you don’t know about, Rogers.” You inform the captain, you place your spare hand on his shoulder as he holds onto your waist. 

“Not too low, not too high. Too low means sex and too high means you’re being watched at a middle school dance.” You tease him whilst adjusting his hand to sit perfectly on your waist. 

After a couple minutes of focused silence from Steve and lots of advice from you, he finally starts to dance rhythmically. 

“I’m getting kinda good huh?” Steve smirks, you roll your eyes once again at the man.

“Don’t get cocky, kid.” You chuckle quietly, Steve spins you before bringing you closer to his body; wrapping his arm securely around you.

“So I’m the kid now?” Steve beams a lazy smile, you nod your head.


“Well you know the last time I checked I was around 70 years older than you.” Steve pursed his lips into a thin line teasing you, 

“Keep out smarting me, old man and you’ll regret it.” You purposely step on Steve’s toe, he dips down pulling his leg away, dodging your attack. 

“Kid, old man? Make up your mind.” Steve laughs at your last attempt, you grunt playfully shoving Steve in light frustration. 

“I pity the poor girl who has to put up with your irritating self.” You nudge Steve again which causes Steve to catch your wrist and pull you onto the floor with him when he loses his balance. 

Steve’s chest softens your fall, Steve on the other hand groans still chuckling at your behaviour. Your hair has fallen covering both your faces from the mirror beside you. However you know you’re probably turning a shade of crimson.

Steve’s hot breath tickles your cheeks, his lips are so close to your own you couldn’t believe they were’t touching, you watch Steve lift his head closer to you, panicking you pull backwards. Rising to your feet as you feel at the hot blush creep into your cheeks. 

Fortunately the door bell rings, Steve jumps to his feet readjusting his clothes before answering. 

You feel a little piece inside of you ache as his face lights up with a bright smile, you bite down on your lower lip hugging your arms to your body. 

Steve grabs his keys then swiftly utters a goodbye, you watch him take his date away on his motorbike with a horrid twisted feeling inside your gut. 

You feel the cool grip of Bucky’s metal hand on your shoulder, you spin around burying your face into Bucky’s chest. Bucky wraps his metal arm around your back, embracing you firmly whilst his other hand entangles itself in your hair.

“I know.” Bucky whispers. 

And Bucky did know, he knew you had feelings for his best friend, he also knew that you couldn’t say anything but most of all he knew it hurt.

disaster date

Plot: Nat has been setting you up with people for ages and nothing quite clicks. This time she promises to be different. Boy was she right.

First half inspired 100% by this song 

Warnings: Language, extreme fluff, innuendo

A/N: It’s not Shakespeare but here’s the first part of my song series.

  Have a song suggestion or request?

“Come on Y/N, Just go out with him!” Natasha pleaded. “If it’s bad I’ll come get you. Promise.”

You stared at her like she had grown a second head. “Nat, the last three dates you have set me up on have been disasters. And not like regular bad dates. One of them was literally evil.”

“Hey! That  wasn’t entirely my fault. We still hadn’t flushed HYDRA out of S.H.I.E.L.D. How was I supposed to know he was a double agent?”

Again your look was less than courteous.

“Maybe because you’re the best spy in the world? You know, with the ability to hack files to check up on the random people you are setting your best friend up with.”

“Alright. I’m sorry, but this guy is actually pretty normal. Plus, it’s just coffee. Please?” She turned on her best puppy eyes.

“Ugh. Fine.” You said, throwing your hands in the air. “What am I wearing?”

After an hour of trying on clothes you ended up in jeans and a sweater to combat the chill in the air. Nat french braided your hair and you left your make up light and natural.

You made your way in to the shop and waited for your date to show up.  Natasha had given you a pretty detailed description of Adam and you scanned the faces in the shop. Not here yet. You ordered a french vanilla cappuccino and sat at a table near the window.  As the time ticked by you pulled out your phone and started typing out a message to Natasha.

This guy isn’t here yet?

You phone chimed a moment later.


Yeah. He’s got three minutes before I leave. >:(

Two minutes later a tall, dark haired man entered and started looking around. His green eyes locked with yours and you stood up to properly introduce yourself.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. You must be Adam.”

“Yeah, Hi.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Natasha told you this was a date, right?”

“Um, yeah…” You trailed off, confusion coloring your tone.

“You just don’t look like you’re on a date. Shouldn’t you be dressed nicer?”

Oh Natasha was going to get it. This guy shows up 20 minutes late and has the nerve to comment on what you’re wearing. What a tool. You rolled your eyes and sat down at the table.

“Well, that’s not very lady like” He said.

This was not going well. You sent another text to Nat hoping for help, an emergency phone call, an important team meeting, a giant alien army invading, literally any excuse to get out of this.

She texted you back quickly.

No problem your help will be there in about five minutes. ;)

Adam continued to chatter as you gazed out the window, looking for your escape.

“You know, I thought going out with an Avenger would be more intimidating. I mean, a female superhero? That’s absolutely insane! At least Black Widow had the sense to do something normal for a while. What do you think she did as Tony Stark’s ‘assistant'” The intent of his words were clear. Natasha would have killed him on the spot if she would have heard him.

You stood up quickly, coffee cup swaying in your haste.

“ What?” He asked, clearly seeing how offended you were.

“Thank you for your time but-” You started.

“Oh your just going to leave? You don’t even know if you like me yet.” He said.

A motorcycle squealed into the parking space in front of the coffee shop. You saw Bucky put down the kickstand and swing his leg over the seat. Thank God.

“Look, I was going to try to be nice about this but I’m already tired of wasting my time. Say what you want about me, but Natasha is my best friend and if you ever so much as mention her name again I won’t hesitate to black your eye.” Bucky walked through the door and scanned the room for you. When you locked eyes you turned back to the man cowering in his seat. “Now, as it turns out, my ride is here. I’ll give you a pass this once. And maybe the next time you take a girl out you’ll be more of a gentleman.” Bucky’s hand landed softly on your shoulder.

“Everything okay here?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’m ready to go.”

You turned to leave when the man whispered “stuck up bitch” under his breath, You decided to ignore him and just leave. That was until you made it to the bike and Bucky wasn’t behind you. You looked around for him and spotted him through the window of the shop. He had his metal arm holding Adam to his seat and an intense look on his face as he spoke words you couldn’t hear. Adam was pale, his eyes wide. Bucky leaned in for a fraction of a second and then turned and walked out.

“What was that about?” You asked as he straddled the bike.

“Oh that, it was nothing. Just explaining how to treat a lady.” He said casually as he kicked the bike to life.

“Oh”  You smiled and you situated yourself behind him.

“You know, I don’t understand why you go out with these losers.”

“Nat keeps setting me up” You rolled your eyes.

Bucky just nodded.

After a few minutes on the bike you realized you weren’t heading back to the tower.

“Where are we going?”

“To get lunch. My treat, that guy was a creep. You look like you could use a pick-me-up. How’s pizza sound?”

“Yes!” You said, genuinely excited for the first time all day.

The trip was just long enough for you to settle into the dip between Bucky’s shoulders. He smelled like leather and oil and you wished that you could bottle the way it mixed with his natural scent.

When he pulled up to the little pizza shop Bucky helped you off the bike and walked with you to a table near the window. A waitress came up smiling as she asked for your orders. You both ordered a slice of pizza and a drink and talked through most of your meal.

“I don’t know why I keep letting Nat set me up. I’d rather spend my time like this anyways.”

Bucky smiled at you and it was like the sun peaked out from behind the clouds.

“She just wants you to be happy.”

“I am happy, I don’t know why 'Miss Love-Is-For-Children’ is so worried about it. I’m tired of trying to fit into this mold they expect from me. Yes, I work with the Avengers. Yes, I showed up to our date in something other than my stealth suit. No, I’m not going to sit around while you bad mouth my best friend.” You put your head in your hands.

“Fuck them.”

“Excuse me?”

“Fuck them, you’re great. Beyond wonderful. If they can’t see it, they aren’t worth your time.”

You smiled at Bucky, how did he know exactly what you needed to hear?

“Thank you, Buck.”

Bucky grabbed your hand from across the table.

When dinner was finished you snuggled in to Bucky’s back and he sped off towards the tower. He held your hand as you walked into the living room. You flopped on to the sofa and started pulling off your boots.

Bucky crashed on to the couch next to you, you couldn’t help but notice the way he rested his arm on the cushions behind your back.

“So, do you want to watch a movie or something?” Bucky asked.

“Sure. You pick and I’ll make popcorn!”

You popped off the couch and bounded into the kitchen. You tossed a bag into the microwave and hunted down a bowl. “Do you want anything from the kitchen?” You yelled as as you poured the bag in to the bowl.

“A beer from the fridge would be nice.” he called back.

“You made your way in to the living room. “Already two steps ahead of you, Barnes.” You said as you laid out the snacks from the kitchen. “What are we watching?”

“Some scary movie about dolls or something.” He said absently.

You lightly smacked his arm. “James Barnes! You know I think dolls are creepy!”

“Want me to change it?”

“No, it’s fine. You’re just going to have to walk me to my room tonight.” You half joked.

Bucky pressed play on the remote and smiled as you pulled your hands up to your face. You watched the first 20 minutes of the movie through your fingers. Bucky’s arm settled comfortably around your shoulders and you found yourself snuggling in to his side. He took a sip of his beer and a drop of cold condensation rand down the bottle and fell on your face. You jumped and squeaked, Bucky’s hand reached around and wiped the drop off of your face.

“Sorry.” He said looking away from the screen long enough to smile at you.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach. Oh no.

You could barely pay attention to the movie pressed against Bucky’s side. His breathing was soft and relaxed and you felt yourself dozing off before the climax of the movie. Bucky paused the movie and softly shook your shoulder.

“Hey, Doll, wake up.” Your eyes fluttered. “Come on, honey. It’s time for bed.”

You stood up and Bucky walked you to your room. “Thank you. For tonight. For everything.”

“Anytime doll.” He leaned down and kissed your hair.

“Why did you do all this for me today?”

“I just wanted to show you how a lady should be treated. And I really Like you, Y/N.”

You leaned up in your toes and left a soft kiss on his lips. Bucky went stiff before placing his hand on your cheek. When you finally pulled away his face lit up in a breath taking smile.

You turned and walked in to your room.

Undercover flirting tho.

Sam and Steve have to go undercover at some black tie event to catch a bad guy they’ve been chasing for weeks. Natasha can’t go in because everyone at the party knows the Black Widow, so she spends a couple of days training them in some basic undercover lessons and tactics.

Steve has pretty much decided to just pretend it’s one of Stark’s ridiculous events and hope that sees him through, but neither he nor Natasha know how Sam’s gunna go. Guy said he was a soldier not a spy, and not everyone is cut out for espionage. Steve trusts Sam with his life, but if both of them can’t keep character and get spotted before they can get their guy, they’re kinda screwed.

So the day of the event comes, and Natasha has them both arrive seperately to the event to avoid suspicion. Steve wants to search out Sam immediately, but instead spends his first few minutes checking out all the exits and getting an eye on their target, and he’s about to go to the bar to get a drink when someone bangs into him -

And Steve is apologizing, and so is the other guy, but then Steve looks up and holy crap that’s Sam. Sam who is practically radiating confidence with a bit of arrogance, who looks like he’s been living in a suit his whole life and blends in perfectly to their surroundings. Sam offers to buy Steve a drink with a seductive smile that has Steve reeling, and he nods dumbly and follows him to the bar. He watches Sam order them something and Steve is suddenly completely turned on by Sam’s utter confidence and ease of acting that reminds him of when Natasha suddenly changes and becomes someone else -

Steve is so caught up in this whirlwind of lust that he almost doesn’t notice Sam tapping onto the bar, old morse code that Steve recognises on instinct. 5 minutes then we go to the dance floor, then go after the guy.

So five minutes later Sam offers his hand to Steve, and Steve takes it and they end up on the dance floor, pressed so close Steve can feel the way Sam’s suit moves against his chest. Sam is confident in his moves and Steve is so caught up that when Sam dips him and moves in close, Steve looks up and says “Kiss me.”

Sam doesn’t drop him like Steve expects, but instead smiles and moves closer -

And then Natasha is yelling over the comms because damnit, their bad guy is leaving, so Sam pulls back and takes Steve’s hand and says “How bout we take this somewhere a bit more private?” And Steve nods stupidly and follows him out the same door their bad guy just went through.

As soon as their away from everyone else, Sam shifts back into his normal self and Steve shakes away the lust zipping around his brain, and they go off and catch their bad guy. Natasha calls in the cops to take the guy away, and gives them the rest of the night off with a suggestive tone of voice Steve is kind of suspicious of. And then he turns around and Sam is leaning against a wall, smirking that smirk again and the lust is back in full force when Sam says “I know somewhere a little more private if you’re still interested in that kiss.”

Later Steve will deny he nearly tripped in the sudden rush of trying to get to Sam so he can kiss him senseless.

(Natasha doesn’t believe a word of it)

If I Lay Here *Avengers x Reader*

Originally posted by robertsdowneystark

(Requested by Anon) Hey guys, I love your writing! Recently I’ve been having really bad anxiety. On top of that, my grandpa has heart failure and is dying. Then my grandmother called on Tuesday and said she had been robbed. I’m sorry if I sound whinny but I’ve just felt really stressed and alone recently so I was wondering if you could write something where the reader has a family member die or is just really stressed out and is comforted by the avengers? (all, some, or one whatever you want!)
Warnings: Death of a family member, swearing, grieving and fluff
Admins Note: Sorry to hear about your situation. Hope it get’s better for you, remember to look after yourself and not stress out too much, you can’t control the Universe unfortunately. - Rosalee

You felt lost and alone, most of all you felt empty and hurt. You wanted nothing more than to just sleep forever, to leave your body and mind forever, everything was piling on top of you and you couldn’t handle the stress of it all. You are meant to be an Avenger, to handle everything that life throws at you, only this you couldn’t handle and you didn’t want to either; you wanted to wake up from the torture that is your life, to be happy and stress free. 

Your granddad had recently passed away, your mother has phoned to let you know and since last week all you had done is stay in your room, Natasha brought you food but you never talked to her; she understood though, she knew deep down you wanted to talk about it but you just needed time. 

A small knock on your bedroom door drew you from your thoughts. You remained silent, hoping who or whatever it is will leave if you pretend to be asleep, they come in anyway and it’s silent for a few seconds before you feel your bed dip by a lot. 

You feel more than one body, you gathered a few of the team had come to check on you, instead of the usual Natasha seeing you. It was silent for a few minutes as someone thinks of what to say to you, you can imagine whoever it is looking at one another, trying to make the other talk first.

 You remain on your side facing away from them, eyes open and tired, you feel emotionally exhausted but too exhausted to actually sleep because your mind was in over-drive and wouldn’t shut off. 

“(Y/N), we just wanted you to know we are here for you” Tony mutters, a hand resting on your shoulder, the humming of Steve, Clint and Natasha sounds. You let out a long sigh, you weirdly needed to hear that, to know that you aren’t entirely alone… you knew they were here for you but you really needed to hear those words out loud from someone. 

“Yeah, we are here if you need to cry or talk, or need to laugh” Clint says from right beside you, everyone was on your bed and Natasha was sat on your legs slightly looking at your face as you tried to figure out what to say or do. You wanted to get up and be with them, be and Avenger but at the same time you wanted to stay in bed, to never leave and just lay here. 

“I just feel like utter crap” you mumble turning to lay on your back, Steve was on the end of the bed, by Clint’s leg who had his arm crossed and leaning against the headboard. 

Tony was in the middle of the bed, legs crossed and arms folded in his lap, Natasha was by your feet with a smile as she looked at you “and guilty, I spent so much saving the world, being here when I should have been with my granddad! I guess, I wanted to punish myself for being a rubbish granddaughter” you murmur to them, Tony scoffs brightly and you look at him but Steve speaks up this time.

“He loved you” he tells you “you phoned him weekly, he loved that your were out here fighting and saving the day, he would never change that; he knew you loved it” you nodded slowly but the feeling wouldn’t leave you.

“Everything is going to be alright” Natasha tells you “doesn’t seem like it now but you’ll learn to live with the pain, to realise that instead of feeling this sad, you should embrace the time you had with him instead; he wouldn’t want you to be upset for the rest of your life” she pats your leg, you nod slowly, sitting up against the headboard, you weren’t smiling but the feeling of being alone and empty was gone. 

You let out a long sigh “I guess I should get out of this room” Tony smiled at you brightly.

“We have Chinese food out there with the others” he tells you and smile “we ordered your favourite, we are hoping to share with you, watch some movies and just chill” they all look at you, waiting for your answer, he think for a moment before nodding with a small smile. 

“I guess a chill evening with friends is needed” you mutter, dragging the covers off the exhaustion was evident to everyone, Natasha helped you stand and walk out of the room to the sofa’s where; Wanda, Sam, Bruce and Thor all sat waiting for you, food laid out. 

You grabbed a blanket and leaned against Steve with your legs and feet on Natasha’s lap, you hadn’t been able to sleep properly for the longest amount of time, but being around friends the comfort of their friendship and love was enough to lull you to sleep through the movie. 

They weren’t worried as much about you but enough to smile with relief as you slept peacefully, it would be a while before you were okay again, they were willing to wait because you were worth it. They were willing to spend every minute listening to you, to stop the tears and just be with you, you needed them to save you and that was okay. 

You may not have asked for help out loud but they knew you needed them, even if you couldn’t admit it, sometimes showing how vulnerable you actually are is the strongest thing you can do. 

(sorry it’s so short, it’s been a while since I have written a request, feels weird but oddly settling to finally be writing again. I don’t feel stressed when writing requests or one shots, I think I might extend my break from I Never Forgot You, no idea yet… all I know is I want to start it up when I don’t feel scared or stressed. Remember you can requests; imagines and one shots by myself and Angie, please send ideas for my mini-series I have going on, I need all the ideas I can get. - Rosalee)  

Friendly reminder that when Steve first meets Natasha he immediately acknowledges her as “ma'am”. I mean he doesn’t see her as this scary spy or just another pretty face. He treats her with respect like a lady should be treated. He’s been raised and taught to treat a woman with respect and we see it here as he so naturally refers to her as “ma'am”. And it just makes me wonder has she ever been talked to that way? With respect not just as a spy. Not a killer. Not just a hot chick. But as a woman. How many people have looked at her and just treated her with respect out of fear of her being a spy or out of admiration for her body? How many people have treated her as an actual human being with respect just because it’s the right thing to do? She probably never got treated with respect in the Red Room or anywhere else. Yet here is Steve Rogers who respects her yes as a spy but more importantly as a woman and as a human being just for being her. He knows exactly what she is capable of. He knows she can fight, but he, being the noble and kind person he is, still holds her in respect as a woman and cares for her well being and I just think it’s cute.

Tony stark/the avengers one shot/imagine - movie

(Requested by anon)

It isn’t easy being Tony Starks daughter, you have the popularity, the fame and the matter of fact that you are in the family business of being a super hero.
You’ve become so popular as the new recruit as a avenger that they even made a movie about you.
Tony being Tony and you’re embarrassing father he gathered all the avengers just to watch the movie based all about you.
“(Y/N)! Look everyone is here, you’re dad really is proud of you” Natasha winks at you, you scoff and roll your eyes.
“Yep, no kidding. Everyone is here; Steve, Thor, Clint, Dr Banner, Sam, Bucky and you” you gesture to each person, Natasha smiles and sips on the beer she has in her clutch.
“Well, I’ll leave you to be with your father” she sneaks away as your dad, Tony, waltz towards you.
“I’m surprised they made a movie about you before me” he sighs teasingly, You roll your eyes.
“I’d rather they made a movie about you than me” you grumble, tony wraps his arm around you and squeezes you in a side embrace.
“They just need to remember I taught you everything” he smirks, you grab the popcorn and slouch down in your chair.
You know your dad is just joking but you honestly don’t know what to think about the movie they made about you.
Bucky sits down beside you, you smile at the sight of the floppy haired man.
“Hey buck” you greet him, Bucky smiles a soft genuine smile, he’s been recovering recently but he’s grown rather good friends with you however not with your dad…
“Excited for the movie? You’re dad defiantly is, it’s all he ever talks about beside himself” Bucky groans, you chuckle and punch his arm lightly.
“Obviously I’m wetting myself with excitement” you say, Bucky cocks his eyebrow before you mutter that you’re being sarcastic.
As the movie starts tony gathers everyone and tells them to shut it, that’s it everyone is going to tease you about this for months now.
Bucky winks at you with a smile as the lights go dark and the movie begins to play…

Imagine Wanda and Natasha teasing pietro because he has a crush on you
  • Wanda: Pietro look, Princessa 's here!
  • Y/n: Ahh what are you talking about?
  • Pietro: Nothing she is just being stupid...
  • Natasha: Come on... Tell her...
  • Y/n: Tell me what?
  • Pietro: I-i
  • Natasha: lol bye
  • Pietro: I'm sorry it's just -
  • Y/n: I like you too
  • Pietro: What?
  • Y/n: I like you!
  • Pietro leans and kisses you hugging you tightly
Blushing, Stuttering and Flustered

Originally posted by alphalewolf

Fandom: Avengers

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1.420

Requested by Anon: Can you do an imagine where its the avengers’lazy day and they tease steve about being flustered when he sees reader in a sports bra and sweatpants while all sweaty coz he has the hots for her. 

Version 2: Blushing, Rambling and Stuttering

A/N: Here you go Anon! I hope you enjoy this piece :D. Also just look at the picture above. Look at it and keep looking at it for at least 5 min. Then read this fic. okay? thank you  ^~^

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Where the Line Blurs: Hidden Past

Steve’s POV

“What do you have Sam?” I asked as I walked into my floor of the tower. I noted that Coulson was still here along with Sam, Natasha and Sharon.

“She alright?” Natasha asked me with a worried expression from her spot on my couch.

I nodded and glanced at my watch. Damn. I had been gone for about two hours. “Yeah. I just lost track of time. What did your buddy find?” I asked as I looked at Sam who was standing leaning against the kitchen counter.

I ignored the questioning look that Natasha was giving me and headed towards Sam who was holding out a folder for me.

“Yeah, looks like your boy has been bouncing around quite a bit.” Sam says handing me a folder. “He’s still looking into that. However thanks to Nat’s leaking everything that S.HI.E.L.D has onto the internet my buddy was able to get some information on Y/N.” Sam says shaking his head.

I open the folder and see blurry photos of Bucky but nothing else in the file. I sighed knowing it was going to take a long time for me to find Bucky. “What did he find on her?” I asked knowing that it was wrong of me to be snooping.

Sharon moved away from her place by my fridge and towards me. “What did she tell you about herself?” Sharon questioned as she came to peer over my left shoulder to look at the file Sam handed me on Bucky.

I shrugged. “Not really that much. She told me she grew up in the Midwest, did not tell me where. She also said that her parents were S.H.I.E.L.D agents who were killed on a mission.” I said making sure not to mention the nickname part knowing that Y/N probably would have erased or found someone erase anything that was incriminating of her. Also if it was not in the file Sam had it meant that she was telling the truth to me and just did not want everyone else to know.

Sam nodded and opened up the folder that he still had in his hand. “That’s actually all true according to what my buddy found. I mean this is more detailed but still her facts are on point.” Sam says as he scans through the file. “She actually grew up in a really small town called Fish Creek in Wisconsin with some sort of nanny that took care of her, since her parents were away a lot. Her parents were killed in a undercover operation that went bad along with two of their other colleagues when she was six years old. Um…” Sam says flipping through pages of the rather thin file. “Then there’s nothing. According to other files he found the nanny reported her missing but the case ran cold since there were no leads. According to the officer report they thought she ran away.” He says looking up at me. “Literally she just disappeared at six years old and reappeared years later. Even her missions as an S.H.I.E.L.D agent have disappeared.” Sam says.

I nod. “That’s a more detailed description of what she told me but it does not seem like she is lying.” I say and glance at Natasha out of the corner of my eye to see that she stood rigid. Did she know about the whole Ace thing too? “You want to add anything?” I ask turning to face her fully.

Natasha quirked an eyebrow at me, “Seems Sam’s friend highlighted a lot of key points.”

I hear Sharon scoff on the other side of me. “How do we know she didn’t tailor that story? I mean she obviously removed the rest but just left that. You don’t find that a little odd Romanoff?” Sharon says crossing her arms over her chest.

I watched as Natasha stared down Sharon. It was an odd sight considering how much Natasha said that Sharon was a good person and nice.

“I did the same.” She points out coolly as she stood up from her place on the couch and slowly began to make her way over to us.

Sharon rolled her eyes. “Tha-“

“She’s not that person anymore.” Natasha says evenly without looking away from Sharon and continuing closer.

I put my right hand up to prevent her from walking closer in case she decided to beat Sharon up. “Enough both of you. Is there anything at all in her file there? Or did you find something else Coulson” I asked seeing if he just glanced over something

Coulson seemed wary about what he was going to say. “You’re not going to like it Steve.”

I rubbed my face. Yeah I already knew that. “What is it?”

“Well her missions may have disappeared from the S.H.I.EL.D leaked intel but her personal information as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent has not.” He says swallowing. “ I had Skye look into a few things and according to what she found Y/N and Rumlow were pretty friendly.” He says sliding a picture out of his pocket and handing it to me. was a picture of her sitting on Rumlow’s lap laughing.

“Friends not the word I would use Rogers.” Her words rang in my head as I turned to look at Natasha. If they weren’t friends then what did that make them?

We all turned and looked at Natasha.

She shook her head. “It is a lot more complicated than that picture makes it out to be.” She says putting her hands up in defense. “Trust me it is better to just let all of this go.” She says walking over to my fridge and pulling herself out a beer and quickly ridding it of its cap.

“You and I both know that is not going to happen.” I say crossing my own arms across my chest.
I watch as Natasha takes a long drink of the beer before moving her arm to rest at her side. “I’m not saying that they didn’t know each other but trust me…” Natasha says shaking her head. “Rumlow and her knew each other before she came to S.H.I.E.L.D. They-” Natasha shook her head again. “I never asked what went on Steve. In all honesty I do not think I want to know.”
“She knew he was a sleeper agent?” Sharon asked turning towards Natasha.

Natasha shook her head. “I do not know.” She says taking another drink of her beer.

We all stood in silence as the words sank in.

“It would be easier to dig around about her if she was around more.” Coulson says breaking the silence.

“What do you mean?” Sam asks cocking his head to the side in confusion.

“I’ll reopen my offer, not that is was off the table, but I will ask again if she will join the new S.H.I.E.L.D that way we have an eye on her at all times.” He says.
I stay silent knowing that if she found out she would be pissed off at any one who agreed. I watched as everyone, including Natasha nodded in agreement.

“Steve?” Sharon asked as they all stared at me expecting an answer.

I nod. “Only because we need answer of HYDRA.” I say knowing that I was probably making a huge mistake.

Coulson nodded and pulled out his phone. I watched as he opened his contacts and began to call someone. “Y/N…I realize that but I want a firm answer to you rejoining us….Yes I know it wa-…” He pinched his nose in aggravation. “I apologize I should have trusted you more but -…” I watched as his eyes widened in surprise. “Yes that is exactly why…Okay…Temporarily?…” I watched as he nodded his head to whatever she was saying. “That is reasonable. I will let you know more tomorrow.” He says hanging up the phone and looking up at me. “She agreed pretty easily.” He says looking past me and Sharon to Natasha.

Natasha put her hands up in surrender but glances at me. “Don’t ask me.”

I nod. What was Y/N playing at? Or was she honestly wanting a clean slate with S.H.I.E.L.D?

Y/N’s POV (17 years ago)

It has been three years since my parents death. Two years since the men showed up at my door offering me the option of revenge for the death of my parents. Offering me vengeance. Every day I had to workout both physically and mentally which only allowed me six hours to myself and usually that was to eat and sleep.

I was sent off to a secret location an academy that trained lethal weapons. Most were recruited by governments and some were good enough to free-lance and become world renowned mercenaries who worked for themselves and whoever could pay the most.

The day started with martial arts usually boxing, karate, judo, and some shape or form of Kung Fu to ensure that I was strong, fast and agile. Following I had a few hours of gymnastic and aerialist training. Then they switched to my tactical skills such as strategy, integration simulations, hacking skills, and various language skills. Then we went to practicing my marksmen ship and repeated it every single day without fail.

“Y/N! Again!” A voice commanded as I once again missed the target by three and a half inches.

I rolled my shoulders “Trisha…I’ve been doing this for three hours and haven’t missed. In fact I never miss. Can I please take a break?” I whined as I felt tears prick my eyes from exhaustion. As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted it knowing I would be receiving some shape of backlash.

Trisha was a former KGB operative who was an alumni of the academy. She is the only American to ever be a part of the Black Widow program because of her skill set. She was now a mercenary who trained students to recruit them to work for her.

“Fine you want to be done?” A different voice shouted, a masculine voice said calmly..

I turned and felt my eyes go wide at the sight of a man who only came to see the top students of the academy. It was Wolfgang con Strucker. He was one of the men most people in the graduating class wanted to be recruited by. “Kill her.” He says pointing at my instructor. The women who for the last three years of my life has taught me everything.

I swallowed as he handed me a knife and motioned for her to pick up one of her own.

“Let’s see if your skills can really be used my child.” He says stepping away.

I stared at him unsure of what he wanted. Did he want me to actually kill her? I saw her flip her knife out of the corner of my eye and knew immediately that she was willing to do whatever he asked just to please him. Or maybe it was to fulfill some sadistic desire of her own.

“To the death….” He says motioning.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched Trisha flip her knife in the air before tossing it at me. I ducked knowing that most of her throw went higher when she started without warming up. Luckily I was right and the knife ended up lodge in the wall next to the place my head had once been. She came at me and quickly used my size to my advantage and moved out of her way causing her to run into the wall and try to retrieve the knife. I used this time to move across the room. I knew she was more than willing to kill me at this point.

“You’re not going to win.” She growls out coldly. “You will join your parents soon enough kiddo.”

I knew if I angered her enough she would be caught off balance and I knew that if I hesitated Strucker would not hesitate to kill me. I watched as she came back at me and knew that she was going to try to overpower me to get me down and then stab me since she was one of the best at close combat. I was faster and a lot better at strategizing than she was even though I was only nine years old. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Strucker frown and knew he was not very pleased at the situation.

She moved just like every other time she sparred with someone and I snuck in and watched her put one of the others in the infirmary. She used her momentum and moved her knee up to my face and tried to make a grab for my head with her hand that held the knife to take me to the ground. I flipped the knife in the palm of my hand and just like she taught me I flung it straight at her heart without hesitation. The room went silent as Trisha collapsed to the ground and looked at me in horror.

“I guess you’ll be seeing them first.” I say as her head hits the floor.

I looked up and say Sturcker looked impressed. “They did say you only needed one chance.” He says smirking at me.

I cocked my head to the side. “One chance?” I asked.

His smirk widened. “Yes. They say you ace everything once you are shown how to do it and that you never miss.” He puts his hand out for me to shake. “ I am Wolgang con Strucker.”

“Y/N.” I said shaking his hand and schooling my features so he would not see me as being intimidated by him.

He laughed. “How would you like to have a real mission Ace?” He says smiling as he releases my hand.

“A mission?” I ask as I study the man who struck fear in so many.

“A test run if you will.” He says giving me a sinister smile and laugh.