mine: avengers

Classified 19

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Doctor!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Death, Heart Break, Angst, Fluff, violence and hostages//Take Over.

A/N: If you want to be tagged just let me know!! Feedback is always loved.

Rule One of being a doctor, don’t get over attached to your patients.

Well that rules been broken.

Rule Two of being a doctor, don’t date your patients.

But what if he has blue eyes and a killer smile that make your insides throw a dance party when he’s near you??
Rule Three of being a doctor, don’t ever loose focus on doing your job, nothing comes between you and your career.

See comment above… was the smile mentioned? Or that he’s Captain America?

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Requested by anonymous

“We’re literally dealing with a civil war between super heroes and you expect me not to fight?!” You demanded, ever since this whole mess started Bucky’s been worrying more about your safety then his own. You were fine, he was not.

“I’m only trying to look out for you” he explained. You were obviously a bit upset because of his protectiveness but it didn’t seem to faze Bucky. He’d rather you be pissed with him rather then hurt.

“I can handle myself. Whether you like it or not you need as much help as you can get. So I’m going to fight beside you got it?”.


Yo, I just thought of something! The avengers, with a black Jamaican reader (or any black person in general), and they invite them to one of their family’s parties. Everyone’s speaking patios (or whatever you speak) and dancing like they like it’s their job. Sam, T'challa, Rhodie and Nick Fury join in and have fun right away, but the rest of the team is confused, possibly even frightened for a while before they relax and join in. @lady-thor-foster, @senselesssamii,

Gymnastic Lessons (Peter Parker X Reader)

Characters: Peter Parker X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of heights

Could you do one where Peter is dating the reader and he thinks the fact he can swing around on his webs is pretty cool and then he finds out they’re an aerialist who’s like, really good? Sorry if that’s a little weird

Originally posted by kiingholland

Originally posted by moodystreetcircuskid

You’d been dating Peter for a few months now, and it was going well. You had actually met him as Spiderman, but he had gotten himself hurt and you were the one to take care of his injuries, so you knew about him being Peter Parker.

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The Wolf (Part 1)

A.N: Okay so here is the first real part of The Wolf! It ended up being a little longer than expected but not by that much so it should be okay! I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: The team try to track you down.

Warnings: Language (when is there not?), Strip Murder (What kind of warning is that anyway!) 

Words: 2297

Originally posted by fanfic-shiz

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Imagine being Chris Evans’ little sister, you only get to see one another once or twice a year because of your conflicting schedules, but you’re really close. One time, your visit coincides with an awards show and Chris insists that you join him so that the world can see the person who he is most proud of, and when you arrive, Henry Cavill cannot stop staring.. Leading to him using your brother to introduce himself.

Bagels and Heart to Hearts

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

Warning: Sad reader

Writer: Submitted by @kjs-s

Summary/Request: Submitted by @kjs-s:  The reader is upset over an argument at her college and talked to Natasha about it

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A smile of the century (Part 1/2)

Summary: You were a twin assassin to the famous Winter soldier and you were also all that he could always remember so when your rescued and brought back to the tower Bucky tries to reminisce on the last time he saw you smile.

A/N:I’m British so if any words don’t make sense to anyone feel free to message me and I’ll see what I can relate it too a contexts or word in your given country and theirs a part two to this I might post tomorrow and finally I’m horrible and writing action scenes so give me time and patience’s.

“She’s cold, a killing machine and you’ll see death in her eyes.” The words slide off his tongue like venom. The famous avengers team stare at their new found member as if his got two heads, he laughs slightly and explain “she was worse than me because she grew up in Hydra. That’s all she ever knew and she believed everything they did was right. Therefore she’s got more experience than all of us put together.” 

Bucky looks at the board that holds all your information from the last dated photo of you that Natasha could find. It was a photo of you in England, London, last month. Your hair had grown long and flowed down way past your hips it sat in a low ponytail at the back of your neck, your body propelled you forwards but your sullen Y/E/C eyes and face fell backwards as if looking for a predator. An all the information of your file that Hydra possessed, your father and mother who were long deceased and no trace of brothers or sisters. Your fighting history which documented your first kill back to when you were just 12. Sam stood in the corner of the glass rectangular room with arched eyebrows and then asked the team “we’re actually considering dropping all of her charges and accepting her as an avenger? That’s what’s going on right now right?” Steve stands up from the spiny chair and claims “ we did it for Buck we’ll do it for her. Suit up we leave in ten.” An with that everyone files out whilst Sam and Tony are the last ones Tony leans over and whispers “plus its better to have her on our side instead of against us.” 

Everyone rides the long journey to her last London hide out, on the outskirts in an abandoned warehouse, checking weaponry, reading through files, eating and catching up on sleep. They land and dispatch off the jet but Bucky is stopped as if by air. A bubble surrounds him because he hopes she’s everything he remembered and strains to capture her beauty in his blender of a mind. His only forsaken memory is the night his freedom began:

Bucky lay asleep on the damp and thin gym mat and woke to the sound of a constant grinding sound down the dark corridor. He slides up to the concreate wall and locks his hair at the base of his neck with a thin eroding hair tie. “Soldier?” Her tired voice whispers, he springs from the bed and looks through the small gap his punched in his door to see her standing leaning on the door, she sighs one of relief when his dirty face comes into view. Locks are turned and fragile hugs are endured. He takes note of the big machine gun that lay abandoned in the grimy hallway he lifts it under his up and carries it into the room. “Listen.” She squeaks, his eyes train on her and she speaks in a slow and soft tone. “I’ve taken out every single guard in this place, no one is here. I’m going to blast this wall open and you and me are going to run into the fresh air. However your going to go your own way and find Steve Rogers ok? He loves you dearly and will look after you.”  A file is slipped in his broken fingers and he flips through trying to adapt to what is happening.

The wall is blown and they almost stroll into the outside world to discover that their is green all around them but he grabs her hand and tears are in his shattered eyes. “Oh darling.” Her soothing voice purrs, rough and callused hands jar their way down his face, soothing out the creases and hiding the tears. Her tired eyes feel like home and her shackled and bruised body is the definition of beauty. An finally she kisses him on the corner of the mouth and whispers in his ear “ think of my smile.”

That’s all he can do ,he thinks back to when they first met and she smiled at him they were both strapped to a chair being wheeled down the ever lasting corridor. “Don’t let them hear your screams.” She said and a dazzling smile ensures. Creases are imprinted into her face,  dimples set inside her checks and for a second he swears the room lights up with colour and even the straight laced guards are vulnerable and blink away her brightness…

She stands in the middle of the room in a sea of the avengers on all corners of her eye line. Tony is the first to approach, the metal on his suit scratching on the concreate floor, “hi love, my names Tony and I’m here to help you. We all are ok?”  Her face looks uninterested as she reels of the lines she practised for months, “Hi Tony, I know who you are and I know your here to help but unfortunately I don’t need or want it.” Sam sighs and Natasha jabs him in the rib. Natasha steps forward and approaches her “ Your names Y/N I know this because we learnt about you in the red room. How our standards should be upheld to you therefore I know you could snap all of our necks without breaking a sweat. So, I’m proposing that you come back and live with us for a week if you don’t like it you can leave. Out the front door and no one will follow you, deal?” She contemplates but clearly decides against the offer and takes off running for the metal open door left swinging in the rain of cold England. She legs carry her so far until Steve appears but she effortlessly lunges into his open arms and flips over the six foot man. Standing their dumbfounded he tells everyone to stop and get the sleeping injection ready.

Outside she sees the getaway car and heads for the drivers side until he appears, all long haired and clean shaven. He doesn’t move after coming out from the shadow because her eyes have welled up and her tough exterior expires. The needle is inserted and she flops into the arms of Clint. 

Doesn’t Last Forever - Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

If anyone ever needs someone to talk to, I am always open to speaking or lending a hand as best as I can. I appreciate all of you so much and hope you enjoy xx (also I know virtually nothing about football, I’m a hockey person (Go Penguins)) 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes (all platonic)

Word Count: 1.4k

Request: @tieddown-withbattleshipchains  Hey Darling :) Can I ask you for an imagine ? :) I really have a bad time at the Moment and thought of some cheering up. Maybe something where you’re also an avenger and the others also notice you’re Feeling down lately. So to get you in a better mood, Steve & Bucky take you out for some ice cream and later watch Football together. Slowly you start to feel better and later you fall asleep cuddled together with them on the Sofa. I hope this is okay with you :)


Originally posted by ginnyws

Tony had called for everybody back on the quinjet 5 minutes ago, stating that everything was taken care of, and that all intel had been collected, enemy had been subdued, and captured. The entire team headed into the jet, some of them were talking to each other, some of them keeping watch on the enemy, but it was Bucky who noticed you sitting on your own, staring at your hands as you sat lonely in the corner.

He noticed your behaviour over the past few days, and it was starting to worry him. You weren’t as bubbly as you usually were, you would sleep in past noon, never really came out of your bedroom, and wouldn’t eat from what he had seen. 

Slowly, he made his way over to you, and sat by you, trying to figure out what to say.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” He asked, figuring it was better to get it out now, whether than sugar coat it.

It took you a while to answer. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t feel like yourself the past few days. It was like a switch had been flipped, where all your feelings just turned off, you were just an emotionless zombie walking around and because of that, you felt yourself sinking, feeling as if you were never going to get out of your current mindset. But that wasn’t anyone else’s problem, it was yours. You didn’t want any of the others to be preoccupied with your emotions.

“I’m fine, Bucky.” You said, giving a weak smile as you went back to fidgeting with your nails.

He looked extremely concerned once you said that. It was one thing to be feeling emotional, and telling someone, getting help, it was another, more dangerous game, to not tell anyone, and suffer in silence. Bucky knew from experience.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to go through this alone. You have people you can talk to.” He repeated, and you nodded.

“Thanks Bucky.” You said.

He spent the rest of the ride home thinking of what he was going to do. He was coming up with blanks, and decided to ask Steve, since he knew you well, and might know what was going on with you.

“Steve,” he said, walking up to the 2 seats at the front of the quinjet, where both Steve and Tony were sitting.

“Yeah, Bucky?” Steve turned over, and once he saw Bucky’s expression, got up to talk with him seriously.

They moved away from prying eyes, and kept a safe amount of distance between themselves, and the area you were sitting in. Steve could already see what this was going to be about. He had been worried as well, wondering why you weren’t yourself, and trying to find something to do before he lost you for good.

“I’m worried about g eyes, and kept a safe amount of distance between themselves, and the area you were sitting in. Steve could already see what this was going to be about. He had been worried as well, wondering why you weren’t yourself, and trying to find something to do before he lost you for good.

“I’m worried about (Y/N).”

Steve called it.

“I know Buck, but if she doesn’t talk to us, there isn’t much we can do. If she comes to us, we can help, if she doesn’t we need to give her space.” He said.

“That’s bullshit Steve, if we leave her with her space, she’s going to go further and further away, and eventually we’ll lose her.” Bucky wasn’t giving up, and he wasn’t going to stand there and watch you destroy yourself.

Eventually, they decided they were going to work with what they had. And once the quinjet finally landed, you immediately made your way out, and into the bathroom.

You stood under the warm water for what felt like hours. It was as if time was moving at a tenth of the speed if normally was. The harsh droplets of water brought you back after a while, and by the time you decided it was time to get out, you were almost burnt, the water only getting hotter by the second. Once you were dressed, in just a t-shirt and sweatpants, you laid in your bed, not really looking at anything, just listening to the hum of the air conditioning and your breathing.

You could have turned on the TV, read the book on the bedside table, or finished the files you had to turn in by next week. But instead, you just sat there.

“Miss. (Y/L/N), Captain Rogers and Mr. Barnes are requesting your assistance in the basement. It is urgent.” FRIDAY’s voice rang out from around the room, making you slowly get up and walk to the elevator.

When you got to the basement, both Steve and Bucky were getting onto their motorcycles, motioning for you to jump on with one of them.

“We’re going out for a few, just picking up some stuff.” Steve said.

“Thanks, but I’m going to pass.” You said, getting ready to turn around, and get back to your bedroom. But a hand gently held onto your wrist as you tried to retreat, making you sigh.

“C’mon (Y/N),” Steve said, letting you hop on behind him, as you three sped out of the garage.

It was a decent ride. You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt a little better feeling the wind on your skin, and the human contact with Steve on the bike was also appreciated. It wasn’t a long ride, but it was pleasant, and you were glad you came.

Steve pulled up to a convenience store, where you all got off the bikes and followed Steve in. There wasn’t a lot that was said between the three of you, except for Steve asking what ice cream you wanted, grabbing it out of the freezer and taking his and Bucky’s as well. It didn’t take long before you were back on the bikes, and going through the busy New York roads until you were back to the tower, going up the elevator to the lounge, where Bucky sat you on the couch.

“Look, we know you’re not yourself, and if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay. But don’t shut us out.” He sat next to you, handing you a spoon and the carton of ice cream before turning the TV on.

Both of them knew football was your favourite sport to watch, so they sat down on the couch with you, and you watched a game.

It was nice to sit with the two of them, watching Steve get way too into the game, and Bucky following the ball, you couldn’t help but have your spirits lifted. It was a quiet comfort, but to see your closest friends trying to make you happy in such a simple way, it made all the difference.

You cracked a genuine smile, taking another spoonful of ice cream from the carton and leaning against the back of the sofa as you watched the game, taking in the expressions of the two super-soldiers beside you.

“God, cameras have improved so much since the 40’s. It’s like you’re in the damn screen, and it’s not in black and white.”

You laughed at his comment, watching as he took in more ice cream and continued taking in the game.

It didn’t take long for you to relax, smiling brightly as Steve got too into the game, his running commentary amusing both you and Bucky as the time went on. Slowly but surely, you felt yourself drifting into sleep, leaning your head against Bucky’s chest and closing your eyes.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You said tiredly, making Bucky smile.

Twenty minutes after the game had ended, and the advertisements were rolling, Bucky was beginning to fall asleep, and Steve was smiling at the scene in front of him. Your head had transferred from Bucky’s chest to his lap, and your legs were on top of Steve’s, breathing deeply and contently. Without making too much noise, Steve got up and found a blanket, placing it over the two of you as he turned off the lights and went back to his room, glad that you were finally back to yourself.

( After Tony has told his son Peter a fictional bedtime story of how Tony and his friends are all superheroes, and he includes Pepper Potts)

Peter:…How come you gave everyone a superhero name except Pepper?

Tony: What do you mean?

Peter: Well, like, Uncle Steve became “Captain America”, and Aunt Natasha became “Black Widow”…but you never gave Pepper a superhero name. Why?

Tony (smiles faintly):…Because she was already perfect.