natasha hell

“…I think I made a mistake.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Oh my God, you had Tony eating out of the palm of your hand. Why are you not fucking him right now?”

Steve cringed. “…Because I made a mistake.”

Bucky turned to scowl at him. “How in the fuck did you mess up right before sealing the deal?”

“I, uh, well.” Steve blushed bright red. “We were… making out. And talking. …Dirtily.”

Bucky sat up straight. “Steve, you’ve never talked dirty in your life unless it was swearing like a sailor.”

“I know,” Steve hissed, glaring at him. “Which is how I made the mistake! Don’t tell Natasha because she’ll murder me!”

“Fine.” Bucky was going to tell Natasha all about this. “And what mistake was that?”

“I! Um!” Steve turned away abruptly, rubbing his arm. “…Tony said. Um. That he’d been naughty. And needed to be punished.”

“Oh nooo,” Bucky whispered, hands going to his cheeks.

“And I kind of panicked, you know, because Tony, uh. He’s kind of. Self-destructive sometimes.”

Bucky continued to stare at him in awe, and wondered if this was what watching a train wreck was like.

“So I said–” Steve stopped, then swallowed thickly. “I said, ‘it’s okay, I forgive you. We all make mistakes.’”

This was a train wreck caused by smashing into a wall of baby bunnies holy shit.

“So, uh. Well, it took Tony a minute to realize what I’d said. And then he did. And. Um.” Steve stared out the window. “He walked into the bathroom and he’s been in there for fifteen minutes.”

“Steve, you fucking idiot,” Bucky whispered.

Steve groaned and collapsed onto the floor. “I know, okay?!”

The door to their apartment burst open, and there was Natasha. “Why did I get an SOS text from Tony?!”

Steve gaped at her, terrified.

“…Steve made a mistake,” Bucky answered quickly, perfectly willing to throw his best friend under the bus. “He’s in the bathroom.”

“If he’s bleeding,” Natasha hissed, letting the threat hang there as she stalked to the bathroom.

Steve stared at the ceiling, resigned. His mom had always worried that he wouldn’t make it to thirty-five. He should have known she’d been just as worried about him saying the wrong thing as she was him coughing his lungs out.

He cringed as he heard Natasha burst out laughing, but it was quickly muffled, and then there were hurried whispers. A few minutes later, she exited the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind her. She was grinning.

“Do you always grin before you murder people?” Steve asked sadly.

“Bucky, come fuck me at my place,” she ordered cheerfully. “Steve, see to Tony.”

“What,” Steve said, but she’d already grabbed Bucky’s ear and was dragging him out–not that he looked too put-out about it. He watched the door close behind them, then awkwardly got to his feet and approached the bathroom. “Um. Tony? Can I come in?”

The door opened just a crack, and he slipped inside.

His stomach fell to the floor when he saw tears running down Tony’s cheeks. “Oh my God.”

Tony peeked up at him, then threw his head back and slid down the toilet so his back was on the lid instead of his butt. His entire body was shaking, and he covered his mouth. “St-!”

“I’m sorry,” Steve said hurriedly. “I didn’t mean to–Are you fucking laughing?!” he shouted when he realized that the other man was grinning.

Tony waved his free hand frantically, little wheezing noises escaping from between his fingers.

“I can’t believe this! I thought–I thought I’d ruined everything, and you just came in here to laugh?!” Steve exclaimed, but it was hard to stay angry when Tony finally let out a bark of laughter as he slid off the toilet and onto the floor. “Yeah, laugh it up, you dick!”

Tony wrapped his arms around his stomach, once again laughing so hard that he was making no sounds except for tiny wheezes.

Steve couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips. “I thought Natasha was going to murder me, Tony!”

“HAAAHAHA!” Tony rocked onto his other side, kicking his feet wildly.

“Tony!” Steve grabbed his shoulders so he wouldn’t knock himself out on the tub. “It’s not that funny!”

“You were so earnest,” Tony sobbed out, grinning. “Oh my God!”

Steve rolled his eyes, smiling fondly, and bent down to kiss his laughing mouth. “Well, how was I supposed to know what was going on?”

“I expected you to say I needed a spanking or something,” Tony admitted, lifting a hand to wipe his eyes. “Oh God! Do I have abs? I feel like I should have abs from how hard and long I laughed.”

Steve grinned, which then faded into an awkward smile. “Um. I’m hard and long.”

“STEVE!” Tony screeched, bursting into laughter again, but took some of the sting out of it by pressing giggly, open-mouthed kisses to his jaw and neck. “That was awful!”

“Yeah,” Steve admitted, but couldn’t bring himself to be actually embarrassed. “Why did you send Natasha an SOS text if you were just in here laughing?”

“I wasn’t trying to, I was trying to type out what had happened, but I was laughing so hard the words got mixed up and she thought something was wrong.”

Steve paused. “…What do I have to do to keep you from telling everyone?”

“Everyone already knows!” Tony laughed. “Natasha sent a group text about it!”

“Aw, fuck!” Steve swore, because God damn it now Clint and Sam were going to be insufferable.

Tony drew him down for another kiss, laughing quietly into his mouth. “’ll make it worth your while?” he offered, smiling up at him.

“…I mean, I might as well get sex if my friends are going to torment me,” Steve decided, and rolled his eyes when Tony burst out laughing and sputtering ‘no okay I’ll calm down in a minute I swear!’

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“You could at least recognize me.”
“Girl, you know ion remember shit.”

Anime North 2017, Day 2: 
Me (Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier) and @thesteppinrazor (Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow.) 


Horror

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Requested by @spiderzenslaya

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Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has added Peter, Y/N, Steve, Thor, Natasha, Vision, Sam, Wanda.

Clint: Anyone up to watching a horror movie?

Natasha: Your face is a horror movie.

Natasha: And yes, I’d love to see a horror movie.

Clint: Awww I didn’t know you love seeing my face ;)

Peter: I’m in, if Y/N’s in.

Y/N: I’m in if Peter’s.

Peter: oh no

Peter: my message delivered first!

Y/N: dammit!

Y/N: Decide!

Peter: No, you decide!

Y/N: Do you want to watch a horror movie or not?!

Peter: Only if you’re there!

Steve: Oh for crying out loud, I order both of you to watch the damn movie.

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Some more IronWidow Bros thoughts because I love protective!Nat but I also like to imagine

  • Tony and Nat being absolute shitheads together that throw each other under the bus, literally and figuratively speaking, all the time (but may god have mercy on the poor soul who tries to join in because they will destroy them)
  • Nat shamelessly using Tony’s money, reputation and status when she’s off-mission and trying to get out of uncomfortable situations, piss off entitled business men or just wants to get ahead in the Starbucks line because she’s ‘best friends with Iron Man!’
  • Tony shamelessly threatening the other team mates with Nat’s terrifying knife-abilities to get them to clean up after them, do their chores etc. He does the same with politicians who just won’t back off occasionally
  • Tony and Nat being Those Friends™ who always back each others’ choice for movies/food/activities/excuses and that’s why they always get their way
  • Tony being the only person allowed to serve Nat tea and soup and cough syrup when she’s sick–anyone else will face denial and endless pain because Natasha Romanov does not get sick
  • Nat backing Tony’s suggestions during team meets and in the field even when they sound ridiculous and will probably get everyone killed because like hell is she not gonna be right by his side when he Blows Shit Up
Only Thing That Matters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 5.324 (I just don’t know how to stop, lol)

Request: “ I was wondering if you could do one where Bucky and the reader been dating, but Nat refuses to believe he loves her and makes a move on Bucky, the reader sees, but runs away before she sees Bucky pushing Nat off, the reader then leaves the tower with a note for Bucky telling him, but Bucky using his skills tracks her down, with lots of fluff at the end where he explains and tell reader how much he loves her.”

Warnings: The Avengers are a bunch of mean girls, just saying. Also I think I should mention it here, Nat is not nice in this one. Angst, fluff. 

A/N: This request was by the darling @melconnor2007 I hope I did you request justice. I freaking loved writing this one and it could’ve been muuch longer. Haha. Hope you love it, darling! 


Being part of the Avengers wasn’t always as glorious as people made it out to be. They were an established group, new members often chosen by themselves and outsiders weren’t as welcome as one might think they would be.

Nick Fury had chosen you for the Avengers. Being a former M16 agent, Fury had thought you to be a great addition to the Avengers and you had been ecstatic when he had come to you with the offer. You hadn’t even hesitated with saying yes and within a week you had moved into the Avengers facility and joined the team on missions.

Your dream of being an Avenger was quickly tarnished as you learned that you didn’t fit the team at all. It wasn’t that you couldn’t do your job properly, that you did, better than most of the team members, but there was just something that didn’t work out.

You weren’t always invited when the team went out, you weren’t always informed of all missions and more often than not, you found yourself feeling like a third wheel to the entire group.

It wasn’t that the team wasn’t nice, they were, you could speak to a lot of them, but they seemed more like acquaintances than friends and it made you feel left out. You knew they had been through a lot as a group, but it could often also seem like you were back in high school and you couldn’t sit with the popular kids no matter how hard you tried to impress them. So truth was, you had stopped trying.

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Before It’s Too Late (part 11)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: some of this, some of that

A/N: Finally I’m getting this part out! Oh, and another warning: I won’t be able to post until Friday/Saturday. I have to clean mah house and on Tuesday my friend is coming over and she never lets me write, plus I’m going to Warped Tour on Thursday so ye I’ll be busy. Just a heads up. Alright, continue on.

P.s. yes yes Kristen is a nice gal okay annnnddd this part was a lil filler. Okay continue.

Bucky sat on the little couch that was placed up against the wall of Kristen’s dorm room, waiting for a response from her. She kept quiet and Bucky let out a heavy sigh.

“Say something, please.” He begged.

Kristen looks over at the brunette. “I knew you had feelings for her.”

Okay, that was not the reaction he was prepared for.

“What?”

“I had a feeling you liked her. Either that or you two dated before. There’s a lot of tension when you two are in the same room.” She shrugged.

“This wasn’t what I was expecting at all.” He murmured. “So you’re not gonna hit me? Yell at me? Throw something?”

Kristen chuckled. “Jeez Bucky, I’m not psychotic.” Then she sighed. “Listen, I’m not gonna sit here and lie and say that I’m not upset about this because I am but I can tell how much Y/N means to you. I mean, you wanted me to meet her before we actually started dating.”

Bucky shrugged. “Fair point.”

“Well at least you felt something for me. Even if it wasn’t as close to what you felt for Y/N. It was still something.” She smiled softly.

“So… you’re not mad?” the brunette questioned.

Kristen shakes her head. “Upset, yes. Mad, no. I know how much she means to you and who am I to stand in front of something that could be?”

“You’re something special, Kristen.” Bucky smiled. “I know this whole thing sucks and I was honestly prepared for the beating of my life when I came here but I’m glad you understand.”

“No problem.”

“This might be a long shot but I hope we can still be friends?” Bucky fiddled with his thumbs and Kristen smiles.

“Of course.” She nods. “Who else will make class less boring for me? Besides, everyone in that class is snooty. They’re all like ‘my art work is so much better than yours. Oh, we’re learning about Salvador Dali? I already know everything there is to know about him”. I swear, we’re the only sane ones.”

Bucky lets out a heartfelt laugh at Kristen’s words. “I know right? Especially that one guy. What’s his name… Derek? No… David?”

“Dominic?”

Bucky snaps his fingers. “Yes, Dominic! Ugh, he’s so annoying.”

“I want to punch him every time he opens his damn mouth.” She huffs.

“You and I both.”

The two go quiet for a bit before Bucky clears his throat.

“So, friends?”

Kristen smiles. “Friends.”

“Good to know you’re still gonna be in my life.”

“Same here.” she agrees. “Now go get your girl.”


Bucky raced home with his heart nearly beating out of his chest. When the elevator stopped at his floor he slowly walked down the hall, heading towards your apartment. He was going over what he was going to say to you and his palms grew sweaty as he neared your door.

Bucky stopped when he arrived and with a deep breath he brought his fist up and knocked three times. He stepped back and waited patiently until the door swung open revealing Natasha and Wanda.

“What do you want?” the red head snapped.

“Calm down, Nat. You’ve already hit me once.” Bucky replied, putting his hands up in defense.

“Yeah, but I haven’t.” Wanda pulls the door open, getting ready to lunge at Bucky but was pulled back by Natasha.

“Easy there tiger.”

“Let me go!”

“Not a chance.” Natasha shook her head. “We shouldn’t solve this with violence.”

The brunette rolls her eyes. “Oh but you can.” Natasha gives her a stern look and she sighs. “Okay, okay, I won’t hit him right now.”

“Good girl.” Natasha smiled, patting her friends head before letting her go. She then turned to Bucky. “What do you want, Barnes?”

“I want to speak to Y/N.”

The two women snort.

“There’s no way in hell we’d ever let you talk to her after what you’ve done.” Wanda says.

“You guys don’t understand-”

“I don’t give a damn if we understand or not. We aren’t gonna let you break her heart again, Bucky. She just started going to her classes again – just started acting like herself and we’re not gonna let you ruin that.” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest. “She needs time.”

“It’s been nearly a week.”

“A week isn’t going to heal a broken heart!”

“I love her.” Bucky blurts out. “I’m in love with her.” He steps forward and steadies himself by holding the doorframe. “Please, let me fix this. I made a huge mistake, I know that. I’ve already talked to Kristen and-”

He was cut off by Wanda’s fist. Bucky stumbled back, holding the spot she had just hit while looking up at the two girls. Wanda hissed and clutched her hand to her chest, muttering curse words under her breath.

“Wanda! What the hell!” Natasha exclaimed. “You said you weren’t gonna hit him!”

“I said I wouldn’t hit him right now as in that exact moment. The moment passed so…” she trailed off before hissing again.

The red head rolls her eyes. “Give her time. You really hurt her.” she sighs. “C’mon Wanda let’s put some ice on your hand.”

Bucky steps forward. “B-But-”

The red head shuts the door and Bucky stands there dumbfounded. With a frustrated sigh, he turns around and heads to his apartment.


“Hey guys.” You say as you exit your room. “Who was at the door?”

“Just Steve asking if we had any spare lemons in the fridge. He’s making lemonade.” Natasha replied.

You look up to see Wanda holding a zip-lock bag to her hand and your eyebrows knit together. “Oh my god what happened?”

Wanda opened her mouth to respond but closed it before repeating as she stuttered. Natasha waved a dismissive hand at the brunette and scoffed.

“This idiot punched the wall.”

Wanda gives you a firm smile. “Yup. I punched a wall.”

“Why?”

“Because the wall deserved it.”

“O…. kay.” You walk into the kitchen and Natasha turns to you.

“What’re you doing out here?”

“Just came to get some snacks. I asked my creative writing professor if I could redo an assignment so I’m working on that right now.” You respond, moving things around in the cupboard.

“Nice, nice…” Natasha nods her head.

“Mhm.” You hum, turning around with all your snacks in hand. “I hope your hands heals soon, iron fist.”

Natasha bursts into laughter while Wanda glares at you.

“You just had to go there.” She spoke, shaking her head.

You shrug and start towards your room. “Don’t bother me for the rest of the day. I’ve got some writing to do and I’m feeling highly inspired.”

“Alright,” Natasha shouts to you. When she hears your bedroom door shut, she whips around to face Wanda. “Really? You hit him?”

“You did it so why couldn’t I!?” she exclaimed.

“He didn’t need to be punched twice.”

Wanda shrugged. “He was annoying me.”

“Doesn’t mean you should punch him, iron fist.”

Wanda glares at her red head friend and Natasha laughs. “Ha ha, very funny Nat. You’re hysterical.”

The brunette rolled her eyes and threw a rag at Natasha.


A/N: I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I’LL FIX THEM IN A BIT I’M RUSHING RN BECAUSE I HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE SO YE I HOPE YA ENJOYED & TELL ME WHAT YA THINK!

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You and I (2)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3743

Warnings: Smut. Some angst…and NSFW gifs.

Summary: You broke up with your boyfriend and you try to distract yourself by listening to loud music and cleaning your room. Bucky lives on the same floor as you and hears the music. Curiosity gets the best of him.

A/N: Message me if you want to be tagged in anything. Let me know how my writing is pleaaaaaase

Tagging: @imgettingmarriedtobuckybarnes

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anonymous asked:

The one is a werewolf, and has not yet disclosed this teeny tiny detail despite of them having dated a while already. Tell how the other one finds out.

When Dr. Gonzalez offered his practice to Phil upon his retirement, Phil wasn’t sure what to say.  He’d been working here and there around the city, never really settling down anywhere, to any one clinic.  He tended to go where he was needed, get the job done, and help everyone he came across as best he could, but he never really felt welcome anywhere.  

Dr. Gonzalez ran a small practice in a bedroom community just east of the city.  The more Phil thought about it -  the normal hours, buying a small acreage, the short commute into town if he needed anything, the more appealing the idea became.  Finally, he asked Dr. Gonzalez if he could come out and take a look around.  His old mentor was more than happy to have him drop by for half a day.  

The clinic was in a two-story strip-mall-like building between a delicatessen and a nail salon in the middle of the little town.  Calling it a strip mall really didn’t do it justice, as the developer had set up the buildings to look like a classic ‘main street in a little town out of a Christmas card’ or something similar with fake white shutters and elaborate scrollwork.  

Stepping inside, he was cheerfully greeted by Nurse Simmons, a bubbly young brunette with an English accent. She asked him to take a seat in the tiny yet comfortable waiting room while she let Dr. Gonzalez know he’d arrived. What he hadn’t expected was for Melinda May, one of his favourite nurses from his days in the downtown emergency room to appear shortly afterwards to lead him back.  

He sat in on Dr. Gonzalez’s afternoon appointments, and found himself pleased to be introduced to the patients as the doctor considering taking over. Everyone was friendly, if a bit reserved to meet the stranger, but everyone immediately invited him to the first Farmer’s Market of the year opening in a few short weeks. From various people, he heard about the pie baking competition, the amazing booths of homemade goods and food.  The crowning glory seemed to be the archery demonstration.  Apparently somewhere between town and the city limits, there was an archery range, and said range was owned and run by a local. The event was not to be missed.  

Melinda was more than happy to join him at the local pub for a quick beer once the clinic had closed for the night and Dr. Gonzalez headed off home to his own acreage.  

“Thoughts?” May asked as she set down a glass in front of him and took her seat.

“I am very sorely tempted.” He admitted before taking a long swallow. “I must admit I was surprised to see you out here. Back in Emerg, you could martial whole armies with a look. Isn’t small town life like this boring for you?”

She gave him a raised eyebrow in response. “I needed a change, wanted to focus on other things.”  

“What other things?” he smiled at her somewhat wistful tone.

May clinked their glasses together. “Take over the practice and find out?”

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