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“There’s just one thing I don’t get,” Tony piped up.
“Just one?” Nat teased.

Y/N chuckled as Tony rolled his eyes. It was the end of another Avengers party. The only ones left were Y/N, her sister Nat, and Tony. The others had gone to bed. Y/N’s husband, Nicky Fury, was currently on the phone elsewhere-business as usual.

“How did you manage to get Nick-no real life-Fury to marry you?” he asked Y/N.
She smirked slyly. “I think you’ve got the situation mixed up.”
“What do you mean?” Stark questioned.
Nat leaned forward with a laugh. “Fury asked her. Second date, I believe.”
“Second official date,” Y/N corrected, “There were some in betweens that weren’t really dates.”
“That still doesn’t answer my question,” Tony persisted, “Doesn’t matter. I just remembered I haven’t told you about the newest project.”
Y/N’s eyes lit up. “They’re in? The skin grafts?”
“That’s right, sweetheart. They’re in and ready to be transplanted. There was one thing I wanted to ask still about the nano plates.”
“Oh yeah! The nano plates were glitching a bit when they were hardwired to respond to both you and JARVIS-”
“Because I routed them as two separate channels-”
“Right! Which is why I reconfigured it to act as a singular channel. You tell JARVIS, and he activates the plates.”

Nat started chuckling. The two glanced back toward the red head. She smirked.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not exactly up to speed on your nerd rhythm,” Nat teased.
“I think Banner’s the only one that can keep up with those two,” Nick called from behind them.
Y/N scrunched her nose. “Not you too,” she playfully whined.
Nick smirked. Nat continued, “You two make us seems like clay tablets whenever you talk science.”

Nick sat next to his wife on the couch. She gripped his hand and leaned on his shoulder. Nick and Nat continued to tease you and Tony about the many projects you had going. Despite the fact that they did so anytime she rambled about them, she couldn’t help but to laugh with them. They were her family, and she was alright with that.

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Sunday Candy Romanoff Edition (Natasha x reader)

A/N: This is the last one for today and maybe my favorite. It was hard to write but when I picture this it is just so cute. Hope you all enjoyed my celebration of @bitch-m-fabulous day of birth. I will add onto the Sunday Candy series after a little break cause dam my eyes hurt from looking at screens all day.

Warnings: mentions of sex and major fluff

Originally posted by basicmarvelnerd

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Project Paperclip

I have watched Winter Soldier three times this week, and I was watching this scene when the idea of this fic occured to me. Of course, maybe the idea behind it is wrong. It is based on my own theory.

If you have any feedback, please let me know! I hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS-IMPLICATION OF SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

TIMELINE-2014

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You pulled up to Steve’s old military camp in silence. Nat was baffled, you knew, by the possibility that such an advanced program, which had bested even her, had originated from such an unlikely place. Steve was wading through his memories of the camp, of a time before Captain America. A time when life was simple.

You were worried. There had to be a reason you were led here, and it couldn’t be good. You were overcome by this feeling that as bad as things were now, they were going to get much worse. You stayed silent, choosing not to worry the others more than necessary, and followed closely behind Steve, hand hovering above your gun, anxiously waiting for someone to jump out at you.

Nat wandered for a bit, searching out any signals that would assist in finding the source of the data that had nearly cost Fury his life. She called out that there was absolutely nothing. No heat signatures, no waves. She began to theorise about what could have happened. You didn’t understand much of what she said.

But Steve seemed to have noticed something, and strode towards a cold, angular, concrete building.

“Steve?” You asked, still following behind him.

“Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards from the barracks,” Steve began. “This building is in the wrong place.” With absolutely no effort, he used the rim of his shield to smash the padlock off of the door, and the three of you ventured inside.

Your mouth dropped open. There was a SHIELD insignia upon the wall, and office furniture, long forgotten, littered the dusty room.

“This is SHIELD,” Nat uttered.

“Maybe where it started,” Steve replied.

Entering a smaller room to the side, your eyes were drawn to three photographs that hung in broken frames on the wall. Howard, Peggy and Colonel Phillips smiled down at you.

“There’s Stark’s father,” Nat pointed out.

“Howard,” you elaborated with a fond smile.

“Who’s the girl?” Nat asked. Your eyes moved from Peggy’s beautiful face to Steve. His jaw clenched slightly, and instead of replying, he turned to investigate the room.

“Agent Peggy Carter,” you said gently. Nat nodded her understanding, but before she could say anything else, you heard Steve’s voice.

“If you’re already working in a secret office…” he said, pushing aside a heavy looking bookshelf, “why do you need to hide the elevator?”

The two of you walked to where Steve was standing and studied the elevator. The doors were quite old, and there was a keypad next to them. Nat pulled her device out of her pocket again, and held it up the keypad. It determined the passcode, and she pressed the numbers in sequence. The doors slid open. You glanced nervously at Steve, took a deep breath, and stepped into the elevator. It didn’t lurch, or give any indication of collapsing, so you relaxed, and the others got on with you. There was only one button. You pressed it.

When the doors opened again, you were staring into a dark space. It was cold, and seemed to be quite large. Stepping out of the elevator, the lights turned on. There must have been some sort of movement sensor.

At the opposite end of the room sat several large computer monitors, and behind that, an endless sea of databanks. You looked to Natasha, and saw her shaking her head.

“This can’t be the data-point, this technology is ancient…” she confirmed your thoughts, but as she moved closer, she noticed a USB port. Even you could tell how out of place it seemed. She placed the USB into the port, and then there was a cacophany of whirring, as the databanks began to roll, and the old computer flashed to life.

The words Initiate System? blinked on the screen. You and Steve were both well and truly out of your depth, so you deferred to Nat. This was one of her specialties after all.

“Y-E-S, spells yes,” Nat smiled as she typed. You could tell despite everything, she was genuinely enjoying having a puzzle to solve. Her level of intelligence was unrivaled by most. “Shall we play a game?” Nat laughed as she waited for the computer to process her input. “It’s from a movie that…”

“Yeah, we saw it,” Steve remarked dryly.

Before that conversation could progress any further, a familiar voice rang out, reverberating around the cavernous room. You recognised it immediately. It was just one of the voices that haunted you in your nightmares.

Rogers, Steven. Born, 1918. Barnes, (Y/N). Formerly (Y/L/N), (Y/N). Born, 1918. Married, 1939. Romanoff, Natalia Alianovna. Born, 1984.

“It’s some kind of a recording,” Nat breathed, impressed by the technology, as a small camera focused on each of you, one at a time.

I am not a recording, Fräulein. I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me prisoner in 1945, but I am. The screen flashed an image, and your fear was confirmed. You were being addressed by Dr. Arnim Zola. The man who stole your husband from you. Your fists balled at your sides.

“Do you know this thing?” Nat asked, looking between the two of you. This time it was your turn to offer no answer, as you continued to stare at the face on the screen, now not a photograph but a digital face. The camera seemed to pause on you and observe you longer than the others. You hated that you couldn’t feel him. He was there, but he was just a machine. He had no emotions.

“Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for the Red Skull. He’s been dead for years,” Steve explained for Nat’s sake. He was confused, but you barely noticed.

First correction, I am Swiss. Second, look around you. I have never been more alive. In 1972 I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body, my mind, however, that was worth saving on two hundred thousand feet of data banks. You are standing in my brain.

“How did you get here?” Steve asked angrily.

Invited.

You began to feel sick.

“It was Operation Paperclip after World War II,” Nat elaborated. “SHIELD recruited German scientists with strategic values.”

Sick.

Zola continued. They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own.

The camera observed as you swayed, light headed.

“HYDRA died with the Red Skull,” Steve spoke with conviction.

Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.

“Prove it.”

Accessing archive.

A flurry of images appeared on the screen. Zola told his story. But you couldn’t concentrate. It felt like you were underwater. Everything was fuzzy, voices were far away, and you couldn’t breathe.

Zola was the only member of Hydra that had been captured by the American military that didn’t immediately pop a cyanide capsule. He had entered custody without a fuss, and from what you had been told, he was mostly cooperative.

The intel about him being on the train had been so easy for you to procure. The train route so readily available. Steve had told you that there were Hydra agents on board that attacked Bucky and himself, but less than he thought there would have been.

Zola wanted to get captured. He wanted to be taken into custody, and prove his worth. He wanted SHIELD to need him. To rely on him. A parasite from within could do much more damage than someone on the outside ever could. He made sure Hydra would survive, undetectable until it was too late.

Bucky had died. He died trying to protect America. The world. He died. For this?

He died.

Once the purification process is complete, HYDRA’s new world order will arise. We won, Captain, Barnes. Your deaths amount to the same as your lives; a zero sum.

You walked up to the monitor that was displaying Zola’s face, and before anyone could reach out to stop you, you punched it with all your might. You showed no indication that your bleeding knuckles caused you any pain.

“(Y/N),” Steve said softly, walking up behind you.

As I was saying… Zola interrupted, face popping up on one of the smaller screens. What’s on this drive? Project Insight requires insight. So I wrote an algorithm.

“What kind of algorithm? What does it do?” Nat asked, watching Steve pull you away from the monitor gingerly. She was enjoying the puzzle a lot less now.

The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.

The doors that you had entered the room from, the only doors that you were aware of, began to close. Steve turned from you, and threw his shield at them in order to avoid being trapped, but it was too late.

“Steve, we’ve got a bogey. ETA 30 seconds,” Nat said with carefully constructed calm.

“Who sent it?” Steve asked.

“SHIELD…”

Admit it, it’s better this way. We’re all three of us…out of time.

Steve looked around desperately, and found a grate in the floor. He let go of your hand, and pried the cover off. Nat jumped in. You were torn between finding protection and just accepting what was coming, when Steve pulled you in with him, covering the three of you with his shield.

There was a loud explosion, and the building began to collapse. You were buffeted by concrete and debri, and the resulting fire made it difficult to breath. In order to protect you and Nat, Steve was slightly exposed. You hoped desperately that his Super Soldier Serum would help him. You closed your eyes.

When you next opened them, you were in a car. You were dazed, but you knew that it wasn’t the one that you had driven to New Jersey in. Something was wrapped around your hand tightly, and your ribs ached. Your ears were ringing, but soon you were able to make out two voices. Steve and Nat. They were alive.

“We should go to Stark. He’s closer,” Steve argued.

“We can’t Steve, you know that,” Nat countered. “They’ll expect that. Hell, they might’ve already visited him looking for us. I don’t know if we have anywhere we can go!”

“Sam Wilson…” you piped up. Your throat was dry and sore. Smoke inhalation.

“(Y/N), thank God,” Steve sighed in relief. You felt him calm ever so slightly in knowing that you were awake. You felt the same from Nat.

“Sam Wilson?” She asked.

“We were talking to him a while ago, when you picked us up for the Lumerian Star mission,” you continued, sitting up and clicking your seat belt on. You winced when the belt brushed across your ribs.

“How will we find him?” Nat pondered.

“The old fashioned way,” Steve replied.

A long drive, and a flick through the Washington phone book later, you found him. Steve parked the car a block away, so it wouldn’t cause any problems, and you all walked, injured and exhausted, the rest of the way.

Just as you had hoped, he had taken you into his home without hesitation. “Not everyone,” he had said when Nat told him everyone you knew was trying to kill you.

Nat showered first, while you waited with Steve.

“(Y/N),” he hesitantly began. “What happened back there?”

You thought for a moment, before deciding against telling him about your realisation.

“I didn’t like what he was saying,” you lied. It would be better if he didn’t know. He already had too much to carry on his shoulders. He didn’t need to know.

“Are you sure that’s it? You don’t normally react that way… unless something really upsets you.”

“I’m sorry I lost control…”

“Don’t apologise. I was about two seconds away from doing the same. But brash reactions are not something you’re generally known for… you hurt your hand.”

“It’s fine Steve. I’ll clean it thoroughly in the shower, and bandage it afterwards. It’ll be fine.”

Nat walked back into the room from the bathroom, and sat on the bed next to you, drying her hair.

“You go (Y/N). I’ll go after you,” Steve offered.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded, and you accepted his offer gratefully. You needed to be alone for a little while, to process everything that you had learned that day.

You cried in the shower. When you got out, you dried off, and wrapped your hand. The gash on your ribs would need attention too, but it was too difficult for you to manage alone.

You forced yourself to focus on something, anything, else. Luckily the awkward energy that you had felt surrounding Steve and Nat would provide a nice distraction for you. You had to force yourself to be OK, for Steve.

You took a deep breath, braced yourself, and rejoined Steve and Nat. Steve went to take his shower, and Nat went to find a drink in Sam’s kitchen. Alone again, you concentrated on Steve. And waited for him to come back into the room.

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Liberty Pt.3

Originally posted by ageofdestruction

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Natalia Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo (mentiones briefly)

Warnings for this fic: Angst, eventual smut in future chapters (slow burn), running away, profanity, violence (future chapters).

Word count for this chapter: (2590)

A/N: So here’s chapter 3, it’s a little longer than the rest. I hope everyone enjoys it, I’m trying to make it as interesting as possible without droaning on. Any feedback is appreaciated!

I listened to this whilst writing

Part 1 / Part 2


Captain James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was a peculiar man, how he sailed the seas for most of his 27 years. He was born at sea, he would most likely die at sea. All pirates, including those in the farthest corners of the maps, had heard of the infamous Captain. You? You were the governor’s daughter, secretly hoping to be taken out to seas and to be set free.

~

He could feel the blush spread from your bust to the tips of your ears, he could feel your heart fluttering behind your ribs as he neared you. As he spoke his breath gently whisped across your forehead.

“Yet.. an innocent soul like you has never traveled the seas? Oh, darling, you will be of great use to me, I will show you the world beyond this one, just you wait.”

-

The boat that rocked…

That’s what you were going to call it, not the St. Brooklyn.

Of course, you wouldn’t speak a word of your nickname for the beautiful boat. As you both left the captain’s cabin, the rough water made the ship almost capsize, sending you tumbling everywhere. You wondered why the currents were so strong; for only the gods of the sea knew what creatures lay beneath the salty water of the Caribbean sea.

Bucky led you to the main deck, having you tailing behind him, watching as the crew eyes you suspiciously.

Stop the gawking and get back to your stations, we’re in rough waters, not a blasted paddling pool.” Bucky quipped. Everyone’s gaze shifted towards the ocean surrounding them and scurried back to their stations.

You didn’t look where you were going and bumped into the tall, bulky frame of a man. “See what I told you, Pierce? Bad luck having another woman on board, let alone one, get out of the way you feculent bitch-

Before you realised, he had raised a hand to swipe, you squeaked and waited for the impact, though it never came. You peaked your eyes open to see the Captain himself holding the wrist of the burly man.

The moment you raise your hand to a woman is the moment you seize to be a man. If I see or hear you speak ill of the two lovely women aboard my ship once more, I will personally throw you overboard, savvy?” The intimidation in Bucky’s voice left you weak at the knees. The man mumbled an ‘aye, captain’ as Bucky released his arm. “Don’t let the salt of the sea get to your head just because you haven’t gotten laid in 2 years, Brock, get back to your station.

You saw your captain smirk at you before gesturing for you to follow him to a lone crate. He rolled out the large map on the flat surface and pointed to 'España’.

This is where we are heading first, now the water is deceiving, it’s giving off the illusion that there is plenty of wind, but there is not. We aren’t gaining speed at all and the way the water is stalling movement, but I believe as soon as we leave the Caribbean the wind will pull us through to the Atlantic fast, probably about 35 to 40 knots every passing hour. What do you think, Y/N?

You watched as his lips moved with every word, curling over the syllables of your name.

Your fingers traced the lines and inking on the map.

Aye, judging by the contrast between these waters and the Atlantic, with the speed of 20 knots, I say we could arrive within… ten days- at least, if the wind pushes against us.” You smile up at the captain to find him already staring down at you, he seemed to be studying you and biting his lip.

Suddenly the ship hit a large wave and violently lurched up, sending you crashing into the man in front of you, he caught you with the ease.

S-sorry Sir! I uh-” You gasped, he rolled his eyes in a slightly playful manner as he whipped around.

Wanda! A little help with the waves would be nice, please!” Bucky bellowed, suddenly you saw a flash of red light and a woman appeared in front of both of you, you couldn’t believe.

Crow’s nest?” She questioned, there was a slight twinge to her accent that you had never heard before. She wasn’t from Britain, and she wasn’t from Port Royal, her skin was pale and her hair long, falling in brown waves along her slender shoulders and back. She was the replica of a mermaid, such beauty in her features you could barely believe she was human- you couldn’t fathom as you saw her levitate upwards towards the top of the main mast.

Needless to say, you were shaken, for the rumours and stories had been true all this time; there was another world just waiting to be discovered by man, you just hoped they wouldn’t destroy it.

You watched in awe as the witch’s hands were surrounded by red magic, and the sea had become less daunting and calmer. You had to admit- you felt slightly sick due to the constant bobbing and the shock.

You admired the woman as she floated gracefully down. You kept your distance, not because you were shy, because you didn’t want to say anything ridiculous that could probably tempt the witch to hex you.

Miss Y/L/N would you be so kind to follow me once more to the quarterdeck?” His voice snapped you out of your daze,  "Aye, sir-

You know darlin’, as much as I adore you calling me 'sir’, I wouldn’t mind if you were to call me Bucky.“ He cooed, the way he looked at you made you shiver, you shook your head and followed him up the steps to your destination, there stood Sam and another man you didn’t know the name of.

I’m astonished, sir- I mean, Bucky, at the power of such a woman, if she wanted, she could rule the seas and alter the tides for all eternity, it’s brilliant, yet terrifying.“ You made light conversation and heard Sam chuckle at your words.

Indeed Ma'am, though as wonderful as that sounds, Wanda isn’t as strong as she used to be, you see without her heart, her powers are fragile and can only be used to a certain extent, for she gave it to someone else, sacrificed maybe, I don’t know, but that person or being probably meant a hell of a lot.

You were deep in thought as his words processed through your brain, why didn’t she have a heart? Was she cursed? It explained why her skin was alabaster. ”It’s not my place to say, I’d rather you hear it from someone who deserves to tell you,“ Bucky whispered. You nodded in agreement and started looking at the charts again. ”hard to starboard, Sam.

Aye aye Captain!

~

As night fell and the waters were calm, you took a moment to observe the beauty of the open seas, the sky was black and speckled with the constellations. You wondered how many were out there, thousands? Millions?

I’d like to believe there are are at least 700 billion.“ You jumped at the voice behind you. It was Wanda. ”Hello, I’m Wanda, of course, you already know that. You are Y/N, correct?“ You nodded in response, offering a timid smile.

It’s a pleasure to meet you, Wanda.“ You held out your hand for her to shake and she took it with a smile. You found out she was 23, from a place called ’Sokovia’ a place on the map you had never heard of before, it was located somewhere in eastern Europe.

So, why did you run away- oh, lord forgive me I apologise for being so bold, I er, have abilities more than in my hands and my mouth seems to wag without my consent.. nevermind“. Wanda grumbled and you could tell she was embarrassed due to the red tinge in her cheeks.

"It’s okay, we all have things we can’t control.” You reassured her, she returned to smile and mumbled a ’yes, that much is very true’, you explained briefly why you boarded the ship in a few short bullet points.

Hey, Wanda!” You heard Sam shout from the forecastle. He was grinning and beckoning her to come over to him. “Excuse me, have a pleasant night, Y/N!” You could tell her mood was brightened instantly, you could tell there was something…

Goodnight, Wanda.” You peered around the main deck, there wasn’t a soul in sight, apart from a crew member everyone must be below decks having supper, you thought, and maybe Bucky was in his cabin, probably reading over some charts and preparing to show you the ropes for the morning.

You walked along the deck, fingers ghosting over everything you passed, you inhaled the gentle ocean breeze and breathed a sigh of relief.

You didn’t think liberty would be so tranquil.

You closed your eyes for a minute and let your other senses take over, the whisper of the wind dancing around your locks, the smell of the salt and gunpowder, hearing the water lap at the sides of the ship.

It was magical.

Captain Barnes was a well-mannered, intelligent man. His intimidating exterior disguised his emotions, you had an inkling that on the inside he was pure cotton, judging by how he had defended you against Brock. You wouldn’t mind sailing with him to the end of your days, the idea made the corners of your mouth curl upwards, only slightly, and you let out a light giggle.

And what are you giggling about, sweetheart?” You yelped in surprise at the voice.

Good evening, B-Bucky. I would have assumed you were eating supper in your cabin!

I haven’t eaten yet, I was going to ask if you would join me and then discuss the journey afterwards.” He regarded with a sweet smile.

O-oh! I wouldn’t pass up that offer, sir, I’d love to, may I wander the ship a bit longer until you beckon me?

Only if you allow me to lend you a coat, the wind is picking up and the only warm thing you’re wearing is that beautiful smile.

Flirting, was this it? He draped a heavy coat over your shoulders, his hands lingering just a few seconds longer than they should have.

Thank you, Captain, you can accompany on my little stroll if you would like.” It was more of a request than an offer, he nodded and walked along with you.

He pointed out many of the stars and told you what their names were, occasionally coming behind you and gently craning your neck so you could see what he was seeing. The gentle touch of his fingers sent a pleasant jolt through your body.

What is this feeling?

~

Crickey O'Riley, look at the time, shall we head back? I would assume supper is freshly cooked and ready to be eaten, and you could do with some food and drink?” Bucky suggested, he was right, now that he reminded you, your stomach made it clear that you needed some food, and your lips and mouth did feel a little dry, but that wasn’t just because you were dehydrated.

As Bucky lead you to the Captain’s cabin again, he held the door for you, you thanked him and then stood awkwardly as you waited to be told where you were to be seated.

Allow me,” Bucky beckoned you to sit in a chair, he tucked you in under the table and made his way to his own seat.

Rum, or water?

I’d much prefer water, thank you, I’ve never tried rum before and all I need right now is to be hydrated instead of intoxicated.” You sassed, you could feel his gaze on you as you ate what was on your plate.

So tell me, Y/N,” you watched as his lips wrapped around the fork he was eating from, “what do you think about the journey plans?

They’re reasonable, judging by the distance of the journey and speed of the wind, currently, we’ll probably arrive at Singapore in about 39 days… At the most.” You smiled, taking a swig of some water.

Bucky watched you as he ate his food, though you were deemed harmless, he was still weary; you didn’t know what the 'new feeling’ was, in your stomach. He could feel your emotions, all of them. He took a liking to you.

Oh shoot, er, Bucky, where am I to sleep? It has completely missed my mind until now-

Shit… you may I sleep in my quarters if you’d like until I can ask Wanda to conjure a cot for you at dawn tomorrow, would that be too bold?” Your skin flushed pink at his cursing and his suggestion, share a bed? With a man whom you had just met? It seemed absolutely ludicrous.

It’s a queen size, I will keep to my side if you keep to yours.” He was serious.

Thank you, is there a particular side that you would like to claim, Captain?”

Yes, the right side is mine, I hope you don’t mind.” You laughed lightly at his comment, even the most famous of pirates have their tiny needs.

~

You awoke to the sound of grunting and moaning. You slowly flipped to your opposite side to see Bucky writhing and covered in sweat. You were asleep by the time he had come to his chamber, so you didn’t know what he would be wearing.

The covers of the bed had slipped down to his ankles, you assumed this as because of the thrashing. You watched in awe as one of the mightiest Pirates was in a vulnerable state. His head kept twitching from side to side.

You leaned up and gently brushed a piece of hair from his forehead. “James, er, Bucky? Wake up, it’s okay, it’s just a nightmare.” You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and slightly shook him, attempting to shake him from his slumbering state.

His eyes snapped open at the contact and he automatically grabbed your wrist, he rolled over and trapped your soft body between the mattress and his weight. His right hand had cuffed both your slender wrists as his left came to wrap around your throat. “Who are you?” He ground out, he was still in a state.

Why do you like to choke me so much? Bloody hell- Captain James- Bucky, wake up! It’s me, Y/N!” You pleaded, “it’s-It’s okay, you needn’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.

~

Bucky snapped out of it and came back to reality, loosening his grip on your wrists, your hands instantly came to rest upon his face to stroke away the liquid trauma leaking from his eyes.

I, fuck, I’m sorry, Y/N…” He didn’t realise how the proximity between both your faces had slimmed. He licked his lips, and he felt your soft, sweet exhale fan on his lips and he leaned down, slowly, as if not to startle you.

~

You felt the slightest graze of his lips upon yours, and your eyes fluttered close, the feeling that burned in your chest could compare to a cannon fire and it felt so good. You pulled him a little closer and your lips pushed a little bit harder onto his, reveling in the softness. You felt his tongue swipe across your bottom lip and gasped, you had never been kissed like this before, and the burning sensation in your lower tummy grew larger and more intense.

You slowly broke apart, his hands leaving your body.

I’m sorry miss, I-

Go back to sleep, Captain. You’re delusional.

~

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Dried Oregano

Summary: You try to cook to the Avengers, but you can’t reach the shelves. 
Word counting: 600
Pairing: Tony Stark x Short!Reader (Established relationship)
Characters: Short!Reader, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes
Warnings: Fluff. Cussing. Reader and Tony doesn’t display affection in front of the Avengers, but that doesn’t mean they’re not made for each other. A big thanks to @supernatural-squadd, because the idea to this came from her shipping game. See the post here and go read her blog, because she’s awesome.

This work is part of a series. Read more here.

Originally posted by theperkybuttofrdj


“You say I’m crazy…” You sang, distracted . “Cause you don’t think I know what you’ve done.”

You had your eyes closed in the kitchen while cooking a meal to your fellow Avengers. The team was back from a big mission, most of them where there – but not all – and, as you were left in the tower working on your book and wasn’t as tired as you knew they were, you decided to go and treat them a bit.

That’s how you ended up making your famous lasagna in family size.

Of course, you had a problem.

It wouldn’t be you if you didn’t.

You see, you’re not a tall girl. You never were.

At exactly 5 feet tall (Well… Maybe a bit less), you weren’t the tallest Avenger, but the shorter one.  You constantly struggled with shelves, but never asked for help. You’ve always been too independent and proud to ask for help when a kid, and grow up didn’t change you at all in that.

“What are you doing?” Sam inquired, entering the kitchen and trying to dip his finger on what was left of the sauce you prepared earlier.

“I’m building a bomb, can’t you see?” You looked at him, slapping his hand away.

“Yeah?” Sam looked down at you. “Okay, then, Scientist.” He mocked walking away. “I tell the guys to get ready to dinner?”

“In about 10 minutes, yeah.” You instructed. “And it’s Miss Scientist to you.”

He left with a chuckle, and you didn’t even notice Tony leaned on the door frame, watching you.

“Fuck.” You cussed under your breath, reaching out for a high shelf where you knew the dried oregano you loved so much was. The problem with it was just that Steve loved it as much as you did, and he always forgot you struggled with where he always put it back when he used it.

You looked around, trying to find something you could use as a step to climb the counter, but Tony’s arm appeared in time to grab it before you could use your hero abilities to finally reach it.

“I’m finishing the new high-tech shelves.” He gave it to you, and you rolled your eyes. “It’ll be in the kitchen in a week.”

“I already told you, you don’t need to do it.” You argued, sprinkling the lasagnas with the dried herb. “I can…”

“You know seeing you climbing the counter when you need something from a top shelf is very sexy to me.” He crossed interrupted you. “But I won’t be picking you up when you fall down doing it at your 50’s and 60′s, because I’ll be far too old for this shit. So, I’m finishing the shelves”

You shook your head, but said nothing as he helped you moving the food to a table. On rare occasions, you managed to sit down and eat like normal people, and that seemed like one of those.

“Dinner is ready kids.”  You yelled. “Don’t push your siblings on the way to the table, there’s space to everybody.”

Tony chuckled, sitting down and saving you a spot by his side to when you finally sat down.

“Huh, so the bomb is ready?” Sam sat down.

“Oh, yes. It’s programmed to explode in an hour and a half, you may want to be close to a toilet when the time comes.”

Bucky and Natasha chuckled, and Steve looked at you with a disapproving expression, which you just ignored.

“Well…” The man continued, but you interrupted him. “And what do you plan to blow beside my intestines?”

“Maybe Tony.” You smirked. “But I need to know if he isn’t too tired from the mission for that today.”

Your boyfriend, Natasha and Bucky cracked, finally laughing while Steve shot you another look, and Sam was ready to give you an answer, but you interrupted him.

“Just eat, Wilson.”

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10 Things I Hate About You [b.b au] [1/10]

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Series Title: 10 Things I Hate About You (AU)
Fandom: MCU
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Stratford!reader, Clint Barton x Stratford!Natasha, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Sharon Carter, mentions of Steve Rogers, mentions of Tony Stark
Warnings: Alternate Universe, mild swearing
Word Count: 1,797
Requested: No
Description: Y/N and Natasha Straford’s house rules say that Nat can’t date until Y/N has a boyfriend, so strings are pulled to set the dour damsel up for a romance. Soon Y/N crosses paths with handsome Bucky Barnes. Will Y/N let her guard down enough to fall for the effortlessly charming Bucky?

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name


Growing up in an upper-middle-class home in California was something that Y/N Stratford had always been thankful for. Being subjected to those assholes that people at her school called boys, however, was not something that she appreciated very much. None of the boys at Y/N’s high school were worth any of her time, in her opinion, and some of the girls there were pretty awful too. Y/N’s sister, on the other hand, totally disagreed. After their mother passed away, Y/N and Nat had started falling out more than ever, and they barely even spoke to one another anymore.

Natasha Statford was the incarnation of all the things that people at Stark High School wanted to be: pretty and popular. That was the extent of it. And not only was Nat shallow and a little bit of an airhead, but she was awful to her older sister, Y/N, and had taken advantage of their dad’s love for his daughters when their mother passed away. Nat wanted to do what everyone else her age did: date a cute boy with a high social rank at their school. Perhaps that was what made Nat the favoured Statford sister. Y/N was just as beautiful as Nat, and even more smart. But she had an antisocial, often abrasive attitude and wanted nothing to do with the losers at their school.

Nat’s best friend, Sharon Carter, was smart enough to befriend Nat in order to climb her way through the social system of their high school, not that Nat would ever realise, and had always had her eye on Steve Rogers; a self-absorbed high school senior and aspiring model. Steve’s affluent best friend Tony was the grandson of the man who founded the high school they all attended, and it only made the two of them even more unbearable. 

At least Y/N had one friend that was worth having: Wanda Maximoff. Wanda was considered to be even more odd than Y/N at Stark, and that was saying something. She wore dark clothing and loved Shakespeare more than anything. People gave her nicknames such as witch, but Wanda only ignored them. One more year of school and Wanda and Y/N would be gone from that hell hole anyway. 

In the morning, Nat and Y/N got to school separately. Nat rode the bus with Sharon in the mornings and Y/N took her old car that she had bought with the money she saved from all of her part-time jobs. Y/N – unlike Natasha – wanted to be responsible for herself and was sure that she would only use her inheritance for paying for college and nothing else. Natasha was already coaxing her father into buying her Prada backpacks and who knows what else. So once Y/N and Nat were out the door, it was almost like they didn’t even know each other.

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It Was A Joke!

Originally posted by buckybass

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Natasha and Sam

Warnings: Sad Bucky :(, night terrors. swearing

Summary: Reader has been a bit busy with work lately and just hasn’t had time to spend time with Bucky. So when Bucky wakes up after a nightmare, all he wants is Y/N. Natasha and Sam thought it would be funny to play a little prank on Bucky because he’s just “so whipped.”

Word Count: 1403

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i was playing comp a week ago as mei and one of my teammates (he was playing mccree) was hooked by roadhog and before he could kill him i put an ice wall in front of him, blocking his attack. the guy was so happy, he went on voice chat and screamed “mei i love you thank you for protecting me.” and sent me a friends request.

idk why i’m sharing it now, it just makes me smile whenever i think about it.

Biggest little sub (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: How about Tony trying to give Peter a talk on how to be big with the ladies and all, then reader whose dating Peter comes in and is laughing like “Peter is the biggest little sub there is, right baby?” Peter becomes a mess and Tony just PeTeR!¡?¿

A/N: I loved writing this, I swear. This was extremely funny! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! x


‘’Son, listen to me’’ Tony said to Peter as he stopped working on a new project. ‘’You are going to start college this year, and the most I’ve ever seen you interact with a girl in these two years of knowing each other, has been when you have talked to Wanda, Natasha or [Y/N]. I don’t mean to be rude, but you need to get yourself a girlfriend,’’ he paused, waiting to see Peter’s reaction, who was blushing and opening and closing his mouth repeatedly, ‘’and that’s what I’m here for. I’m going to teach you how to get yourself a girlfriend.’’
Petter turned around in his stool and looked at Tony, trying to find the words he wanted to say.
‘’Mr. Stark, you really don’t have to-‘’ Peter started, trying to get Tony to forget about the conversation.
‘’Oh, but I do have to. Even Barnes has more dates than you.’’
‘’Hey! That’s not true!’’ Peter fired back, suddenly offended.
Tony raised his eyebrows and smirked.
‘’Ok, tell me a girl you’ve gone out with recently’’ Tony told him.
Peter turned back to the computer and started typing random things on his keyboard, trying to look busy.
‘’You don’t know her’’ he whispered.
Tony laughed and shook his head.
‘’Peter, if you want to get a lady to date you, you have to make sure to look confident, sure that you have the world at your feet, sure that you are amazing. Compliment them, buy them gifts, and don’t get nervous. Look confident. That’s the most important thing there is.’’
Just as Peter was about to answer, [Y/N] entered the lab, looking at her phone. She lifted her head and smiled, waving at the boys.
‘’Hey, guys!’’ she kissed Tony’s cheek as she passed by his side, making him smile softly. She was like a daughter to him, even if she had her own family. ‘’I forgot my homework’’ she said, pointing to the table Peter was sitting at. She walked up to him and smiled softly at him, her hand resting on his back for a moment. ‘’What were you talking about?’’ she asked while she took all the papers scattered around the table.
‘’Noth-‘’ Peter tried to say.
‘’I’m giving Peter lessons on how to be dominant and attract the ladies’’ Tony said, looking serious. ‘’He needed someone to teach him.’’
‘’Really?’’ [Y/N] asked, raising her brows at Peter. She then looked back at Tony, laughing a little and taking all of her papers in her arms. ‘’Peter is the biggest little sub there is. Right, baby?’’ she asked before kissing Peter quickly when he looked at her and leaving the room, a grin on her face.
Peter looked back at his computer slowly, his cheeks burning red and his hands sweaty. He could feel Tony’s gaze on him, and when he looked at him, Tony was looking at him with wide eyes.
‘’You are… I mean, are you…?’’ Tony stopped for a minute and just seemed to take everything in, his eyebrows raising when he was done. ‘’So you have a girlfriend and you are the sub. Nice to know’’ he said before returning to his job, chuckling a little.
A few minutes later, Tony turned off his computer and looked back at Peter, a grin on his face.
‘’I guess you are not Spiderkid any longer’’ he told Peter, not even trying to hold back a laugh.
‘’Mr. Stark!’’

Bad Days and Delivery Boys

Prompt: Ignore the fact that I keep requesting stuff but I love your writing and the aus are my favorite so could you write ‘Fuck me you’re cute why did we have to meet on the one day I decided to stay in my sweats??’ with Jay? by @natasha-baggins

Y/N groaned as she kicked off her heels. Some days are longer than others and this one in particular had to be at least twenty years long.

She went to the bedroom, put on her favorite pair of sweats, and then settled on her couch to watch netflix. She was about halfway through the first movie she put on when she decided to order takeout.


“Remind me why we decided to get jobs as delivery boys.” Jason grumbled as he gathered the items for the order he was about to deliver.

“Because mercenary work is slow and we need the extra cash?” Roy supplied as he also got ready to head out. “Stop bitching, Jaybird. It isn’t like this is the worst gig we have ever had.”

Jason just groaned and headed out the door.


Y/N had about reached the point of starvation by the time the doorbell rang. She quickly grabbed her wallet.

She opened the door to find literally the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. Tall. Dark hair. Bright blue eyes. He took her breath away. And here she was in sweats with her hair up in a messy bun. Whatever makeup was left on her face was probably smudged to hell and back.

She blushed slightly and gave what she hoped was a friendly smile. “So what was the total again?”

The man started a bit because he had also been entranced. Jason honestly thought she looked so cute and would have loved nothing more than to join her on the lazy evening she was obviously enjoying. “Oh, it is, um, $15.” He said as he checked the receipt.

Y/N pulled out a $20 and exchanged it for the bag of food. “Keep the change.” She was about to close the door when Jason said “Wait! I need you to sign this.”

“Oh okay. My name on this line?” Y/N said as she grabbed the pen and receipt.

“Yep. Your name and your number.” Jason said with a slight smirk.

Y/N paused for a minute, a slight blush appearing on the bridge of her nose at the realization.

“Why? You need me to take a survey or something?” She joked slightly as she wrote it out.

“Yeah, I need to know if you were satisfied with my service.” Jason answered with a smirk.

Y/N giggled and handed him the receipt. “Oh, I will definitely let you know.” She laughed. “Until next time then.” She closed the door and covered her hands with her mouth. Super hot delivery guy thought she was cute enough to ask for her number.

Wait until her best friend Roy heard about this.

10 Things I Hate About You [b.b au] [2/10]

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Series Title: 10 Things I Hate About You (AU)
Fandom: MCU
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Stratford!reader, Clint Barton x Stratford!Natasha, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, mentions of Sharon Carter, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Warnings: Alternate Universe, mild swearing
Word Count: 1,637
Requested: Yes! By all of you guys xx 
Description: Y/N and Natasha Straford’s house rules say that Nat can’t date until Y/N has a boyfriend, so strings are pulled to set the dour damsel up for a romance. Soon Y/N crosses paths with handsome Bucky Barnes. Will Y/N let her guard down enough to fall for the effortlessly charming Bucky?

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name

Natasha sat down during lunch the next day, ready to get her French study session over with. She was looking for a little additional help and Clint, the new kid had volunteered his time to help her out. She glanced around the library and quickly spotted his sandy blond hair. “Hi.” She greeted, putting her Prada backpack on the chair next to her as she took a seat opposite Clint. “Do you mind making this quick? Peter Quill and Gamora whats-her-name are having a very dramatic public break-up on the quad… again.” Nat gushed, grinning at the thought of it before taking in Clint’s appearance. She was surprised to see that Clint was actually attractive, unlike some of the tutors at Stark High School. 

Clint snapped out of his dreamy gaze on Nat and nodded. “Oh, yeah, um, okay.” He flipped through the French textbook he had gotten just to spend time with Natasha. “I thought that we’d, um, start with pronunciation, if that’s all right with you,” Clint suggested, looking up at Nat to see what she thought. 

Nat scrunched up her nose, smoothing her red hair behind her ears. “Not the hacking and gagging and spitting part, please.” She joked, giving Clint a smile that she didn’t realise had him stunned.

“Well, uh, there is an alternative,” Clint said, thinking quick on his feet

This caught Nat’s attention as she sat up straighter in her seat. “There is?”

“Yeah, French food.” Clint smiled. “We could eat some together, uh, Saturday night?” he suggested, and Natasha raised an eyebrow.

“Wait a minute,” Nat requested, letting out a light laugh. “Are you asking me out?” she asked rhetorically before cooing. “That’s adorable. What did you say your name again?” she asked and Clint’s smile fell. 

“Clint.” He told her. “Listen, I know that your dad doesn’t let you date, but I thought that if it was for French class-“

Natasha’s ears perked and she exclaimed. “Oh, wait a minute. Clive…” she began.

“Clint.” He corrected in a mumble.

Nat ignored it. “-My dad just invented a brand new rule. I can date, so long as my sister does, too.” She informed him, smiling at the clueless boy. “The problem is: my sister’s a particularly hideous breed of loser.” Nat spat out, rolling her eyes at the very thought of Y/N.

“I noticed she’s a little… antisocial sometimes,” Clint said, not wanting to agree with Nat, as he didn’t even know Y/N. “Any reason for that?”

Nat sighed, dropping her shoulders into a shrug. “Unsolved mystery.” She mused. “In fact, Y/N was way popular a while ago. Then, one day, out of nowhere, she got sick of it or something and totally changed.” Nat frowned.  “But I’m pretty sure she’s just unable to interact with other humans.” She poked fun at her older sister.

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-Insomnia?

- Oh, Romanoff, i didnt see you here

– You know that you can call me by my frist name right?

- Sorry, Roma-Natasha, it was just a nightmare

- You’re ok?

-Yeah.. i guess… isnt the first time

- Can i do something for you?

-I… huh… can you lie with me?

- You asking for cuddles?

- Yeah…

- Sure, follow me.

–But my room is the other way.

- I know, Y/N.

- come here, bring you  cute ass over here

- Thank you.

- Much better than your pillow, right?

- You have no fucking idea.

- Good night, Y/N

-Night, Natasha.


No regrets

So here’s the deal. I’m happy to keep this a standalone fic. But if you’d like another part, I’m happy to work on it. Enjoy!

Summary: This is a bit angsty because when the reader finally coughs up the courage to ask Bucky out, it turns out, he’s not that interested. Or is he?

Word count: 1667

Warnings: A swearword or two? Angst.

Originally posted by papertownsy

‘Hey Y/N, Natasha asked me to drop this off for you to analyse, she’s a bit busy on another meeting’ you look up to meet the deep azure eyes. His arm is fully extended and he’s keeping the distance, his eyes quickly dart away too, as if spooked by your stare. ‘Thank you Mr Barnes’ You reply. 'Erm, Bucky. Just call me Bucky, you’re practically part of the team so might as well drop the official titles’ he shoots you a tight smile and drops the USB stick in your hand.

Since the first time you met Bucky Barnes, you tried to remain professional, but let’s be honest, professional is far from what you’d like your relationship to be. It’s his muscles, his strong jaw, his beautiful eyes, luscious silky hair, the metal arm (and it’s abilities) - needless to say, you stupidly let yourself develop a massive crush on Captain America’s best pal. In the unattainable mind of the former Winter Soldier you saw a challenge, because deep inside there’s good in everyone, and come on!, The Captain entrust him and he can’t be wrong, right?

In only a couple of seconds you manage to fully scan the man in front of you - tall and muscly, hair tied back in a low bun, still damp presumably from a recent shower. Your nostrils fill with the smell of his aftershave, it may be a cliche but that man smell just gets you going. And he does (get you going) EVERY TIME you see him. It’s ridiculous how much he affects you and it’s about time you do something about it. You cannot continue to fixate on this man, it’s just not healthy!

There is nobody else in the lab and you smell your chance. Hey, what’s the worst that can happen? He turns you down and you get to move on with your life knowing the two of you will never work out? Okay, admittedly that is a sad prospect, but there’s every chance of a good outcome so surely it’s worth the risk? You take a deep breath and go for it.

'Hey Bucky?’ You stand up from behind your desk and walk towards him 'I know it’s a bit forward but you seem like a nice guy’ his eyes widen in confusion 'So I was wondering if you’d like to grab a drink sometime, just me and you?’ You try to keep a bit of distance between you, as much as you’d like to touch every inch of him, you don’t want to cage him in.

'Gee, Y/N…’ Oh god! He’s hesitating! What were you thinking? Of course he’s not interested! You begin to panic 'I’m not too sure if it’s a good idea, you know us working together and all, it might be a bit awkward?’ He bows his head trying to meet your eyes 'I’m so sorry…’

'Hey it’s alright, yeah, I suppose you’re right. Eh, forget I asked!’ You try to smile but it’s tight lipped and there’s no way he doesn’t notice the disappointment in your voice. You take a step back, turn around and walk back to your desk to finish work. 'I’ll see you around anyway!’ You murmur. Bucky opens his mouth but shakes his head and decides not to say anything opting for a dart towards the door. As soon as he leaves you bang your head on the desk. 'Loser!’ You scoff at yourself. Your mouth feels dry and your eyes are burning but you won’t allow yourself to sulk, not right now. Right now you’re at work and you have to stay strong so try to remember one of the breathing exercises your meditation leader suggested last week. You’re fine. You’re FINE.

The rest of your workday is pretty easy and pleasantly uneventful. The last thing to do is to transfer any new data onto another USB, so it can be used in the Avengers briefing tomorrow morning. There are quite a lot of files to be saved so when you hit ‘SAVE’ the computer tells you of an estimate time of 7 minutes before the job is done. Brilliant, just enough time for a quick refresh and a change of clothes before you go home!

You’re back just in time, feeling much better, surprising what a quick splash of water to your face, and a change into comfy jeans can do! You grab your coat and bag, unplug the USB which you decide to drop off now to save you the job in the morning.

When you step out of the lift on the floor you’re intrigued to hear muffled music and laughter. You carry on to the main lounge and are met with cheer.
'Y/N!’ Natasha practically skips towards you 'Can you stay a while? We’re just having a little celebration, we had a really good mission today!’
'Yeah, I’ve seen the intel, some really important stuff there!’ You scan around the room - all the usual suspects are there: Hawkeye and Wanda, Tony and Rhodey, and the Holy Trinity Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson and, of course, Bucky Barnes. You try to think of an excuse but before you know it Natasha is grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the sofa. Thankfully Bucky is sat across the room, some distance between you so maybe you’ll be OK to stay for a bit?

Couple of hours go by, everyone’s enjoying themselves, drinking and laughing, there’s such a great atmosphere so naturally the conversation topic shifts towards relationships. 'Y/N, we don’t know much about you, are you single?’ Sam is the one to bring attention towards you.
'Yeah…’ you put on a wide smile and take a sip of your beer.
'She’s a right picky one!’ Natasha chimes in 'I tried to set her up so many times but she always finds excuses not to meet anyone!’
'That’s not true!’ You correct her 'I ask guys out all the time, I just get rejected a lot!’ You don’t mean to sound self-deprecating but it obviously comes out that way because Steve gives you a comforting smile.
'I hardly doubt that! You would reject you?! You’re beautiful and smart and any guy would be a buffoon not to take you out on a date!’ He looks around for support, smiling and nodding in a 'Am I right?’ manner. Everyone is nodding in agreement except for Bucky who, being sat behind Steve, escapes his look.
'I don’t buy it either, when was the last time you asked a guy out and he turn you down?’ Clint prods 'I bet it happened long time ago and you’re still sulking!’

As much as you’d like to vent you decide to be the bigger person here and protect Bucky, it’s not his fault he doesn’t see you that way, it’s certainly YOUR fault to allow yourself to develop such feeling for him.

'Okay, it happened this week. That’s all I can say’ you take another sip of your beer.

'No way!’ Sam booms 'Who was it?’ You don’t reply straight away and that spikes Sam’s interest 'Wait! Do we know him? Is he from work?’ The 'oohs’ and 'aahs’ spread across the room and suddenly everyone’s eyes are glued on you, including Bucky’s, who is looking nervous. He’s bobbing his leg and runs hand through his hair. He’s clearly trying to avoid your eyes but when you accidentally meet his gaze he quickly averts your eyes and takes a big gulp of his drink. You look around the room and release a deep sigh.
'I don’t really want to talk about it.. But yes, he’s from work, I asked him to go out for a drink and he said he doesn’t think it’s a good idea because we work together and it may put us in an awkward situation’
A moment of silence is broken by Wanda who must have sensed your discomfort.
To be honest it doesn’t take a genius to figure you’re uncomfortable because your drink is long gone and all of a sudden you’re quiet, replaying the events from earlier in your head. A movement across the room catches your attention and it’s Bucky walking away towards the hall, perhaps to get another drink from the kitchen? You catch Steve looking at you and he sends you a wide smile. It’s so beautiful you swear that smile can cure depression! You’re certainly feeling better already!
'Fuck him, Y/N, he’s clearly not worth it, his loss!’ Wanda walks up and gives you a pat on the shoulder 'I’m gonna head off now, it’s getting pretty late and it has been a long day!’
'Yeah, me too’ you stand up and grab your coat 'Thanks for having me guys, and congrats on a great mission!’
You say your goodbyes and head towards the lift. You press the button and wait. 'Y/N?’ You hear a familiar voice and turn around to see his tall frame jogging towards you. 'Hey, sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to upset you’
'Bucky… it’s alright, I’m not that upset, like I said, I’m used to rejection, I’m a big girl I can take it’ it takes all your strength (or what’s left of it) to smile at him.
'Listen, you seem like a really cool girl, so maybe we can go for that drink after all?’ He’s definitely talking to you, there’s no one else here, but you wouldn’t be able to tell because he’s looking everywhere else but at you, shifting nervously.
The beep of the lift brings your focus back to the situation 'Don’t worry about it, I don’t need a pity ask…’
'I didn’t mean-’
'Bucky’ you cut him off 'please don’t make this even worse, you’ve made your feelings pretty clear earlier and it’s fine. I’m fine’ you stand into the lift and wait for the door to close before releasing a strangled cry. Rejection is one thing but you certainly did not need anyone’s pity. Especially not Bucky’s.



Part 2
Sweeter Than Honey

Prompt: Could you write a Shiro x reader where the reader is casually calling Shiro sweetie or hon or something for the first time and him just being like (•///•) please? by @natasha-baggins

Y/N was hard at work fixing some faulty wiring on one of the machines that is used to maintain the lions. She was alone and concentrating intensely until she heard  set of heavy footsteps enter the room.

“What are you working on, Y/N?” Shiro asked

Y/N glanced up quickly and smiled a greeting. “Some of the wiring got burnt out last time we used this so I am trying to clean what I can and replace the broken parts.” Y/N explained, her e/c refocusing on her task.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Um… I think I’ve mostly got it. Oh! Could you hand me that screwdriver, please?”

“Sure thing.” Shiro retrieved the object and handed it to the woman

“Thanks, Sweetie.” Y/N said distractedly, intently focused on putting the tool to work.

She continued to work for several moments before realizing that Shiro staring at her with a not so subtle pink tone to his face.

“What? Do I have grease on my face?” Y/N asked concernedly.

“No, it is just you- um- you called me ‘sweetie’” Shiro stammered out, his face turning from pink to red.

“Oh! I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable, it is an old habit of mine and I wasn’t thinking. I-”

“It’s fine.” Shiro interjected. “I just wasn’t expecting it. I actually kinda liked it, if I am being honest.” Shiro admitted shyly.

“Oh, well that’s good.” Y/N said fiddling with the tool in her hands.

“You know… You’re pretty cute when you’re flustered.” Y/N said mischievously.

Shiro blushed even redder. “Well, you’re pretty cute all of the time.” Shiro answered.

“Are you flirting with me, sweetie?” Y/N asked with mock surprise.

“Only if you are flirting back, honey.” Shiro said with a smirk

“Okay ,you need to leave.” Y/N giggled. “I’m not going to get anything done if we continue on like this.”

“Well then, we’ll just have to continue this some other time.” Shiro said with a smile as he exited the room.

Bonus:

“So… You and Shiro?” Pidge asked slowly as she walked over from where she had been working on her lion. It wasn’t that she was hiding, she was just quiet and Y/N hadn’t even realized she was there.

“I don’t know what you are talking about?” Y/N said quickly, her face turning the same shade of pink Shiro’s had.

“Sure, you don’t” Pidge smirked. Oh, Hunk is gonna love this.

Imagine: Not being out but dating Natasha

((A/N: I’m not trying to romanticize anything mentioned))

Originally posted by cityofsourwolfrunners

You used to admire Natasha from a far using your alter ego as a reason to hang out on rooftops to watch the avengers go out on missions. Sure, this was a bit creepy, but you were super shy. Soon after a big save thanks to your alter ego, you were invited to join the avengers. A few weeks after being an official avenger Natasha asked you out but in secret, you guys didn’t need everyone else meddling in your business. Months later you and Nat were still going steady. You were not out to anyone and people thought Natasha was just super comfortable in her heterosexuality. Neither of you minded, this allowed the private stuff to stay private.

When Nat was forced on a date with Bruce Banner by Tony, sure you were a bit upset but you understood. She headed out a gave you a sad smile and you just stood there letting your girlfriend go out with someone because you were too nervous to come out. 

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