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OKAY BUT CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW TONY WALKED OUT OF HIS IRON MAN SUIT IN ALL BLACK AND LOOKING HOT AF LIKE EXCUSE YOU SIR

Originally posted by procrastinationoutlet

ccehrler  asked:

Ok. Here we go. Let's do... avengers x reader? I guess specifically Bucky x reader What if... avengers find reader amongst Hydra files and locate her only to find out she has no memories of her own, but has all Bucky's memories. What if there was no machine and she was the memory eraser and the more she erased Bucky's memories, the more she lost her own and gained his?!! Angst, some fluff, I think you can cook something up MCU of course ;) Ooo this is gonna be fun

Hi, dear! Thanks a lot for taking part to this celebration, and sending in such a marvelous idea!

I hope you’ll like how it came out in the end.


Soldier and Eraser

Pairing: Avengers x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: oh well, this is difficult… there are so many bad things in here; I’ll try but I’m sure that I won’t be able to name everything, so just be cautious. Lots of angst, some fluff, violence (mostly mentioned more than depicted), manipulation, messed up minds and induced way to think, stealing, passing frontiers illegally, swearing and bad language, allusion to sex and to the use of it as part of a conditioned behavior, guilt feelings, … and probably something else.

Notes: this is quite a mental trip, sorry. The story begins soon after the events of CA:TWS; and X-men and the Avengers coexist in the same universe, but normally they mind their own business and do not really interact much, unless they are interested in the same thing. (I have heard that in the comics they should live in the same universe, but that in the movies they are apart because of licenses or something like that. By the way, I haven’t read enough comics to have an idea of their coexistence there, I have mostly just watched the movies. And I’ve thought that for this fic it would have been useful if they lived in the same universe. That’s all.) I’d really love if you could leave some feedback!

Word count: 7094 (Yep, this is much longer than my usual.)

Originally posted by busygina

Steve reviews the files of the folder Natasha has given him. It has been weeks and not him nor Sam have been able to find any good lead on Bucky. He absentmindedly turns page after page. His eyes fall on something handwritten on a corner.

‘Always keep the eraser to hand.’

Few pages later another note.

‘Keep the eraser out of cryo as long as the soldier.’

Steve frowns. There are mention of the ‘eraser’ through the entire dossier and until now, he has supposed that it should be some kind of machine, but a machine would never be kept under cryostasis. The ‘eraser’ must be some kind of living being.

Steve updates Sam on the new piece of info he has just discovered.

“Wait a minute.” Sam hums on the other hand of the line. Few seconds of silence follow. “I knew it! Meet me by my house in an hour. We can have a lead.”

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anonymous asked:

Phil is planning to quit his job in SHIELD and move away. Clint needs to either figure out the way to make Phil stay or come clean about his feelings. (Or both :) )

Author’s note: these two prompts just seem to go hand in hand (kinda like Phil and Clint). To both Anons, thank you and I hope you don’t mind I put them together in one fill.

- Lola

He’s thought long and hard about it. He believed he was strong enough to handle anything that SHIELD could throw at him but it turns out he’s not. Not anymore.

To be that close to someone for so long and not be able to tell them how you feel; to not be able to act on those feelings. To feel the heat of their skin beneath your hands, their warm breath against your cheek, their tears on your fingertips not because you’re making love slowly, passionately with all the time in the world but because you’re keeping pressure on a wound desperately trying to stop them from bleeding out. To stroke their hair and wipe the sweat from their eyes while they hold tight to your hand not with love but from pain. To never be able tell them “I love you. It’ll be okay because I love you and we’ll get through this together.”

You get through it, that first time then the next, until one day it all becomes too much.

No. He’s not strong enough. Not anymore.

It’s time.

***

“What’s this?” asks Fury peering at the manilla file with SHIELD CONFIDENTIAL stamped across it in large black letters as though it might be contaminated. In his line of work, it’s always possible.

“My resignation,” Coulson tells him dropping into the notoriously uncomfortable visitor’s chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“Hmmm. I’ll bite. Why is your resignation sitting on my desk, Senior Agent Coulson? And don’t get comfy. You can’t come in here, toss that on my desk, and sit your ass down like you’re here for a scotch and a chat.”

Coulson makes himself comfortable anyway – he’s the only one who can – while Fury pours the scotch. He accepts the drink, takes a sip and says calmly, “It’s time.”

Fury doesn’t bother sipping. He downs his in one and refills the glass.

“Shit,” he mutters.

They joke about a couple of times a year, especially when things are rough and friends and colleagues are injured… or lost. They joke about jacking it in and retiring to some small town or tropical island and doing civilian shit like teaching or becoming a mechanic or running a bar. Then they get drunk and start the spy shit all over again. But Coulson; Fury’s sharpest recruit, his one good eye, his… friend, once told him the day he said “It’s time” it was real. A point of no return had been reached and he wasn’t coming back from it. He had thought it was still a long way off but… guess not.

“You told them yet?”

Coulson shakes his head and takes another sip.

“You told him yet?”

Coulson drops his gaze. Fury sighs.

“Why don’t you just…”

Coulson cuts him off. “You know why.”

His voice is still calm but now there’s a slight edge to it and even Fury understands that pushing Coulson when he’s like this is a lost cause. He’ll get up and walk out and there’ll be no more talking. Ever.

“Mother-fucker!”

***

“I wanted to tell you two first. I owe you that.”

That brings the two of them up short from their ear flicking and rib poking of each other.

Coulson’s leaning against the front of his desk, arms folded across his chest, head tilted slightly to the side. Not his ‘duty stance’ which would be worrying. He’s relaxed, chilled even but something’s off.

“Fuck, boss! You’re not dying are you?” Clint asks… well demands.

Natasha gives his ear another painful flick. He pokes her ribs. Coulson rolls his eyes.

“I’m retiring.”

“Oh… is that all? Thought it was life or death or s’mthin.”

Natasha ceases all teasing and stares at her handler with narrowed eyes and pursed lips.

“Really?”

Please don’t say it. Please don’t say it. Please don’t say it she recites in her head over and over.

He’d confessed all to her years earlier when they’d almost lost Clint on a mission gone wrong. He hadn’t meant to but his face gave him away. She’d slipped into the hospital room when Coulson was watching over him. The tears on his cheeks hadn’t quite dried and they’d glinted when he’d looked up to see her waiting silently by the door. But it was the look of absolute love and adoration and pain on his face just before he lifted his head which told her everything she would ever need to know about how he felt. His words later were merely confirmation of that which she’d already guessed.  

But he says it.

“It’s time.”

She closes her eyes for a moment then opens them again. The sadness in them is almost too much for him and he clenches his jaw bunching the muscles together in hard lump much like the one in his throat. She nods her acceptance and he nods his gratitude. They won’t speak of it again and she’ll keep the promise she’d made those years before. Clint won’t find out from her.

Oblivious Clint asks, “So if you’re retiring can I have your office?”

Coulson snorts and unfolds himself from his position and returns to his chair on the other side. “Hardly. Jasper’ll need somewhere to hide from you when he takes over.”

“Never worked for you.”

***

“He’s leaving,” Natasha says.

“He’s not,” Clint argues, bored with the conversation already. “He always says that when one of us gets hurt. And this time it wasn’t even that serious.”

In the scheme of things, he’s right. A couple of cracked ribs, a black eye and plenty of cuts and bruises were nothing spectacular. But for Coulson his “one day” had arrived and he wasn’t coming back from it.

“You have to convince him to stay.”

“He’s not…”

“Clint,” she says sharply. He flinches.

“Do you trust me, little bird?” she continues gently, regretting that she made him jump.

“Always, Tasha.”

“Then convince him to stay… or tell him how you feel.”

He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to.

She touches her hand to his face and whispers softly, “Tell him. He’s moving back to Wisconsin in two months.”

***

When he finds out she’s right, Clint tries everything. Cajoling, threats, jokes, begging, the silent treatment. Being awesome, being a dick, being a complete and utter pain in Coulson’s ass… And with each new attempt, Coulson gives him that little half-smile and says quietly, “It’s time.”

Clint’s heart is breaking. The realisation finally hits him, Coulson – his rock, his comfort, his protector, the fucking love of his life – is leaving and there’s nothing he can do. His heart… his world… is falling apart.

He tries one last thing.

“Okay. I get it. You’re retiring. Moving back to Hicksville USA to teach high school students about Captain America and the Howling Commandos.”

Coulson snorts. He’s already considered how to work them into his lesson plans.

“Can I call in one last favour?”

“Pretty sure you’re on negative favours by now, Barton,” Coulson tells him with an amused look.

“Yeah, well probably but… y’know. One last negative favour?”

Coulson smiles properly, with dimples and creases in the corners of his eyes, which almost succeeds in cleaving the archer’s heart in two. But he ignores that sharp pain and does everything he can to hide his feelings. As usual.

“It’s still no for the office.”

Clint gives him a pitiful look; it’s not hard to do.

“Okay. One last negative favour,” Coulson agrees.

“Help me sort out my apartment.”

“Clint, by the time we do that I’ll be dead of old age never mind retired!”

Clint pulls out all the big guns and gives him a pitiful look and the puppy dog eyes. 

Coulson sighs. “Okay but… I’m putting a time limit on it. I move in a few weeks. Still have to pack.”

“I guess I could help…”

“Guess? Barton You’ll be with me 24/7 for the next week plus the few hours it takes to pack up my stuff.”

Clint ignores the comment about the time it will take to pack Coulson’s entire apartment. He has one week to change Coulson’s mind.

***

In the end it takes one box… well trunk.

“Can you give me a hand with this?” Clint asks dragging it out from a cupboard. They’ve worked pretty solidly for two days. Found a routine with the clearing and cleaning working smoothly as a team… as always. It saddens them both.

“Fuck, Barton! You got a dead body in there you’re not telling me about.”

Clint grins. “Nah, boss. You know I always tell you about those before I ask you to help bury them.”

Coulson huffs out a soft laugh that raises the hair on Clint’s arms and neck.

“You start, I’ll grab some beer.”

“Not gonna explode is it?”

“Ah… no?”

“Not encouraging, Barton.”

Clint gives his handler, soon to be ex-handler if this doesn’t work, a few minutes to uncover his treasures. They’re worthless to anyone but him. Useless trash really but he hopes they​ might mean something to Coulson. Might explain how he feels about the other man.

When he returns to the bedroom Coulson’s sitting with his back against the wall, surrounded by bits of paper (ticket stubs, torn flyers, rejected mission reports…); broken items (a watch, a fountain pen, a pair of glasses…); stuffed toys (an overstuffed bear, a dog missing an eye, a knitted purple elephant); a box full of bottle tops; a bag full of candy bar wrappers, another with hospital tags… a brick, a piece of rubble and a pile of stones… and so much more Coulson Phil recognises as going back almost ten years.

The elephant’s in Phil’s lap and he’s absently rubbing its ear. He looks up at Clint, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.

“All this time?” His voice is hoarse with emotion.

Clint shrugs then nods. He doesn’t move for a moment, standing awkwardly with the two bottles. He sets them down and slowly walks forward, as though not to spook the other man, and sits beside him on the floor. Phil’s eyes never leave him.

Their arms are touching, just enough to feel the warmth from the other. Phil lets his hand slide down to Clint’s resting on the floor, and brushes his knuckles against the archer’s. Clint takes his hand and carefully threads their fingers together.

“Stay,” Clint tells him softly leaning in towards him.

Phil squeezes his hand gently and nods. The kiss when it happens is a tender brush of lips before they rest their foreheads together. The rest will come but for now they’re happy just being like this.

***

“What’s this?” asks Fury peering at the manilla file with SHIELD CONFIDENTIAL stamped across it in large black letters as though it holds an wanted surprise within. In his line of work, it’s always possible.

“My request for reinstatement,” Coulson tells him dropping into the notoriously uncomfortable visitor’s chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“Hmmm. I’ll bite. Why is your is your reinstatement request sitting on my desk, Senior Agent Coulson?”

Coulson accepts the offered glass of whisky, takes a sip and says calmly, “Because I’m getting married and I’d like to work alongside my husband.”

Fury smirks and tips his glass in a celebrity toast. “'Bout fucking time. Here.”

“Not going to explode is it?” Coulson enquires suspiciously, stopping another manilla file with SHIELD CONFIDENTIAL stamped across it in large black letters from sliding off the desk with his forefinger.

“You have to get over the whole exploding items thing, Cheese. Your first gig as Level Eight. We found Captain America.”

Okay so one last theory from me on the spoilers and then I am going to write the next chapter of Forgetting because people are waiting *cough* @sapphicsugden *cough* and she might hurt me if I take any longer. 

I’m just putting my thoughts out there because if any of this does actually work out how I want/hope/think it is I want there to be a record that I was right about a SL for once, because I am usually very, very wrong. 

The pregnancy - Moira and Cain is my bet. Now for me this would make sense of the who spots a test and thinks they’re going to be a daddy spoiler. Because it’s plausible that Adam would see the test, knowing that they’re trying for a baby and assume that it’s Vic’s. I’m going for Cain as the dad because we had all that stuff a little while back about him trying to reconcile being a dad to Kyle with the way that Shadrack was with him as a child. He had all that doubt about being a good dad to Kyle, but came around in the end so he knows now that he can be a dad. This would also fit in with the big SL that Moira and Cain have coming up.

The Mind blowing news - So this is going to be for both Robert and Aaron. Mind blowing for me means something good, so good news not bad. It can’t be the reveal of the incident because, well that’s hardly going to be mind blowing for Robert. I think that the news is going to be Adam coming and telling Aaron that he’s going to be a dad and of course Aaron will tell Robert. Let’s face it, this is soap and Adam won’t wait to confirm with Vic before turning to his bet mate in his excitement. So Robert and Aaron are both ridiculously excited because they think they’re going to be uncles, and then Vic has to dash their hopes when it turns out it’s not her who’s pregnant but Moira. 

Ross and the blackmail - Again from the spoiler I’m taking that it’s both of them he’s trying to blackmail but I’m going with him seeing them making up for lost time (having sex) somewhere they shouldn’t. It’s going to be a stupid, meaningless comedy side plot and it’s not going to be real blackmail as such. It will be forgotten as soon as it’s mentioned. 

Apples and Donuts (Rogers/Barton x reader)

Steve was by no means perfect; sure, he carried that wholesome and honest persona, and physically he was the picture of goals, but despite the outward perception, he was just as flawed as anyone else.  On the battlefield he was assured and confident, beyond capable and unbelievably strong, but at home in his personal life, he had insecurities and doubts that made being in a relationship with him very difficult.  He had fears about putting you in danger that left him unwilling to bend, and they all but crippled him in committing himself to anything that could last with you.  He always carried the fear that either you would be hurt someday, or that he would be lost and cause you pain after he was gone.  Most of his fears felt irrational to you, but to Steve, they were as real as the feelings for you that he couldn’t deny.   You knew that if Steve loved you, it would be with everything that he had, and he would value you above anything else.  Steve was the choice to make for a life of safety, but it would also be a guarded one that he could one day run from under the excuse of keeping you out of harm’s way.

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Hate Myself

Based losely off of this:

Person A: You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first

Person B: Bullshit. I have never loved myself but her, oh God, I love her so much that i forget what hating myself feels like

———-

Steve and Tony are sitting on a blanket in Central Park while Y/N, Clint, and Bucky play with Clint’s dog Lucky a short distance away. Tony and Steve had stopped fighting so much, and had even become good friends even since Tony started dating Y/N.

“I really love her, you know?” Tony whispered, watching his girlfriend as she threw her head back in laughter

Steve sighed, “Are you sure that you can really love her?”

Tony looks at Steve sharply, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Steve straightens out and turns more toward still keeping Y/N, Bucky, and Clint in his peripheral vision. “You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first, Tony”

“Bullshit” Tony snapped

The response is almost automatic, “Language” Steve sighed, “I didn’t’ mean anything bad by it, Tony. All I’m saying is that it might be difficult to really love her is you hate yourself”

“Are you alright, babe?” Y/N calls, noticing the tension in Tony’s shoulders

His eyes immediately soften when they meet Y/N’s, “Yeah, sweetheart, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me”

Y/N nods, giving Tony one last concerned smile, before turning back and throwing the ball for Lucky.

Tony whips back around to face Steve, “You listen to me, Cap. Don’t you ever question my feelings for Y/N, ever”

“Tony, I was just saying …”

“No” Tony interrupts, “I have never loved myself, but Y/N, God, I love her so much that I forget what hating myself feels like” Tony looks over to where Y/N is watching Bucky and Clint wrestle, “My feelings for her are so strong that sometimes it scares me”

“I didn’t know you felt that strongly”

A soft smile graces Tony’s face, “Her love for me makes me forget how much of a fuck up I am, how much she deserves more than me”

Suddenly a shadow falls over Tony’s face, “Are you being self-deprecating again? Saying how much you don’t deserve me?” Y/n chuckles and plops down right in Jason’s lap

He nuzzles into her hair, “You know me too well, love”

“I know that look, is what I know. I also know that I love you and hate it when you get yourself in a bad mood” Y/N narrows her eyes at Steve, “So make sure he doesn’t get in a bad mood”

Steve lets out a deep chuckle, “As you wish, Y/N”

Clint bounds over and grabs Y/N’s had, “Come on, Y/N! Tony gets your attention all the time! Lucky’s starting to miss you!”

Y/N laughs but allows herself to be pulled up, “Oh, he’s the only one who misses me?” she teases, but doesn’t fight being dragged back to where Bucky and Lucky are waiting.

Steve turns back to Tony, “I suppose you really can love someone and not necessarily loving yourself”

“Yeah, Capsicle. You really can”

long time no see!everyone~
yes,i am a very lazy HawkSilver shipper And there’s a fanfic i highly recommended name call “sweet talker” by clintspietro!( which you can easily find it on AO3)
This fanfic is soooo sweet and pietro is toooooo cute!!!!(and a very grumpy oldman who need love so damn much)
because i love this fanfic so damn much so i think i need to draw a fanart for it to support the author!  :)
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Gone - Part 2

As soon as the words leave your mouth you can feel yourself start to panic, you feel everything start to close in, the sidewalk is too loud and strangers too close. You haven’t even realized that you had hit the SOS button on your watch until a car pulls up in front of you and Natasha steps out.

“Птица? What’s wrong?” She grabs your upper arms and locked eyes with you, “Breathe, Y/N, take deep breaths, inhale deeply, hold it, good, not exhale, slowly, breathe with me”

It took a few minutes but eventually you manage to calm down enough to get into the car. “Thank you for coming” you whisper.

You reach out and lay a hand on Tasha’s arm, needing some kind of contact to keep you grounded, to keep you from falling back into a panic.

“What happened back there?”

“I’d rather tell everyone at the same time, I don’t know if I can say it more than that” you murmur, curling up in the car seat.

In the years that you had been with Bucky you had become close to the other Avengers, becoming almost like a Den Mother to everyone else. You were the one who managed to help Steve and Bucky learn that there was nothing wrong with getting seconds, or even thirds. You were the one who dragged Tony and Bruce out of the labs to eat, sleep, and bathe. You loved making sure everyone was taken care of.

After about 30 minutes in New York traffic Tasha was pulling into Avenger’s Tower. Steve and Tony were already waiting in the garage for you two to get back. Steve and Tony each take one of your arms, giving you concerned glances when they see your red eyes. The two lead you up to the common room, where everyone else is waiting.

“I thought you were supposed to be eating lunch with Robocop this afternoon” Tiny said, sitting down next to you on the couch.

You flinch at Bucky’s nickname, “Yeah, we had lunch, and after we finished eating, he-he broke up with m-me, he said that he didn’t’ want to be with me anymore” suddenly the tears that you had been holding back since the café started pouring down your face.

Steve draws you into a tight hug, the super-soldier cradling you gently in his arms as he lets you sob into his shoulder.

“Hush now, doll, it’s alright. Bucky wouldn’t just do something like that, he has to have a reason” Steve whispers, rocking you gently.

You take a deep breath and attempt to stop crying, “That’s not even the worst part” you sniffle and wipe your eyes.

“What else happened?” Bruce asked, he crouched down in front of you, taking one of your hands in his. The others lean in, offering silent support.

You look down into your lap, unable to meet anyone’s eyes, “I’m pregnant, and Bucky’s the father”

After the initial shock, Bruce and Tony take you down to the lab to run a few tests of their own, confirming your pregnancy. After the tests were done you quietly told them that you hadn’t told Bucky about the baby. Everyone agreed to keep your secret, and Steve suggested, more like ordered, you to go to bed, claiming that the emotional trauma had taken its toll on you.

You wrap Steve in a quick hug, “Thank you”

He hugs you back, gently pulling away and holding you by your shoulders, “You know that if you want to keep this a secret you can’t stay in the tower”

Tony piped up from across the lab, “I have houses all over the world if you want to use one of those!”

You nod quietly, “Thank you, Tony, but do you mind if I take a little while to think? I’m gonna need to get all of my stuff from Bucky’s floor, but I don’t really think I can face him …”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll call Thor, the two of us will move everything into the spare room on your floor while you get some sleep” Steve reassured, he gently rubbed your shoulders.

You smile and squeeze Steve’s hand and leave the cave. Tasha is sitting on your bed by the time you get up to your floor.

“Are you going to leave the Avenger’s once the baby comes?” She asked, watching as you start to get ready for bed.

You lean over and press a kiss to Tasha’s forehead, “And leave you with all of these boys?! Never! You’re my family, Tasha, everyone here is. I’d never leave you, as long as you don’t mind me being here with a baby …”

Tasha gave you a small smile, “Only as long as you let me babysit the little one, I supposed I can allow you to stay”

“I’ll need your help protecting the baby. Bucky and I both have the serum in us, so I don’t know if that will affect the baby. Whether is does or not, this child will have a target on its back. I can’t protect him on my own”

“Him?”

You smirk, “Just a feeling I have”

Natasha crouches down so she is eye level with your stomach, “I will be the best aunt possible to you, little bird. No one will ever hurt you.”

You can feel tears well up in your eyes, and you pull Natasha into a hug, “Thanks, Tasha”

“I’ll oversee the moving of your things, make sure no one breaks anything and don’t leave anything behind. Sleep now”

“Goodnight, Tasha” Once she leave you lay down and pull up your shirt, “You are going to be the most loved and well protected baby in the whole world. Your Uncles and Aunt will make sure that you want for nothing.”

By the time you wake up the next day, it’s almost time for lunch. You stumble out to the kitchen to find Steve, Clint, and Natasha already there. You inhale the delicious scent of coffee.

“I can’t have coffee anymore” you moan, plopping down at the dining room table.

“No, caffeine is bad for pregnant women. I was doing to research last night. A lot of people said that citrus tea is a good substitute, so JARVIS ordered some last night”

“Thanks, Stevie” you mumble, taking the cup, “I’m really gonna miss coffee”

“Don’t worry, Y/N! I’ll drink your coffee for you” Clint chuckles, taking a huge sip of sugared up coffee.

“Thanks, Clint, I really appreciate that” you say dryly, giving Clint an unimpressed look. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Tony’s compiling a list of properties, Bruce is looking into doctors for you and the baby, Sam had to work, Phil was called into SHIELD late last night, Bucky still hasn’t come back to the tower, and I don’t know where Wanda and Vision are”

You nod quietly and start talking to the other about what you plan to do about hiding your pregnancy. By the end of your conversation you’ve decided what you’re going to do.

Everyone gathers in the common room a few hours later, around lunch, even Thor is there. As soon as he sees you, Thor rushes forward, pulling you into a tight bear hug. Natasha is quick to follow, snapping at Thor, “Be careful! You might hurt the baby”

Thor lets out a booming laugh but set you gently on your feet, “Congratulations on your pregnancy, Little Bird. I am saddened to hear that James does not share your enthusiasm”

“He doesn’t know about the baby, Thor, and I want to keep it that way. He didn’t want to be with me, and I won’t tie him to me with a baby”

Thor nods solemnly, “Of course”

Natasha levels serious eyes on you, “Have you decided what you’re going to do?”

You nod, “Yeah, if Tony doesn’t mind” you pause, shifting from one foot to the other, “I’d like to live in one of your houses in Europe. Bucky wouldn’t expect me to leave the country, so that’s exactly what I want to do”

Tony nods, waving his hand, “Of course! You can use as many houses as you want. You can take one of my quinjets, and one of the suits with you”

Natasha marches over until she stands in front of Phil, who’s been quiet so far, with he hands on her hips. “Y/N will need protection, I will be going with her. This pregnancy has never been recorded, there might be complications, and I do not want her to be alone”

Thor’s booming laugh echoes around the room, “Son of Coul would not dare earn your scorn, Lady Natasha! I would also like to accompany Y/N on her journey.”

You give Thor a shove, note even moving him, “I don’t want to leave the Avengers without back-up. What if something happens!?”

“I can be anywhere on Midgard within moments, and Natasha will not take no for an answer. It would be best to allow her to accompany you”

Steve steps forward, throwing his arm across your shoulder, “Don’t worry about us. Sam and Rhodey agreed to move into the tower while you and Tasha are away. If anything happens JARVIS will be able to let you know”

Indeed, Ms. Y/N. All of Sir’s properties are equipped to support my technology

“Thanks JARVIS, that actually makes me feel a lot better.”

“Will you be returning to the tower after the baby is born? And will you be rejoining the Avengers?” Phil asks.

“I’d like to come back, and I’d like to still be an Avenger. I understand if you would rather I not live here though. I won’t be easy raising a child …”

“A babe is a most precious gift, something to be treasured and loved” Thor murmurs

Tony rolls his eyes, “I would be upset if you didn’t come back! How an I going to prove that I’m a better Uncle than Bird Brain over there, if you don’t come back?!”

Clint snorts, “No way in hell will you be a better uncle”

“Neither of you will be the favorite, that will obviously be me!” Steve calls out as he walks into the kitchen, “I mean wat kid wouldn’t love to have Captain America as an uncle?!”

“You may be Captain America, Steven, however, I am a god!” Thor shouts

Lunch dissolves into everyone shouting why they would be a better uncle. Natasha sits next to you and smirks, already knowing that she’s going to be the coolest out of everyone

Two days later you are waving at everyone as the ramp of the quinjet. You flop into the seat, Thor is across from you, and Tasha is ready to fly the jet.

“Last chance guys, once we take off you’re stuck with me for the next 9 months”

“My comrade may have abandoned you, Y/N, but I intend to stay with you until the child is born, and then after”

“I as well do not wish to leave you in such a delicate state” Thor reached across the aisle and placed a hand on your knee, “Do not doubt your worth to us, Little Bird. We will not leave you unprotected, ever”

You give Thor a soft smile, and a quiet “Thank you”

Turning you look out the window and watch as Avengers tower gets smaller and smaller on the horizon. Soon enough it’s gone, just like you.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Rebecca, Clint x Nat, Sam x Wanda

Warnings: Violence, Gore, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Stalking, Language, Smut ( later chapters )

A/N: I’m going to be a bit of an asshole to you in this chapter, Y/N. There’s going to be blood and you will most likely feel a lot of pain. No, get your mind out of the gutter, we’re not at that stage yet. Although I do believe you’d taste absolutely divine, in more ways than one.

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A wave of panic set in when a deep growl rumbled through the water around her. It took a moment for Y/N to figure out which way was up and which was down. The sunlight helped guide her back up to the surface. When her head popped out of the water, Nat shouted her name. Both girls leaned forward and took hold of Y/N’s arm, pulling her up to the safety of the vessel. As soon as she was able to put her hands on the railing, something grabbed one of her legs. “NO!” She was yanked so forcefully that poor Wanda was pulled into the water as well. “Y/N! Wanda!” The younger girl came up quickly, scrambling to get back to the boat. Nat helped her in, but Y/N was still nowhere to be seen.

Y/N wanted to scream as it dragged her into deeper water, but she needed to hold onto whatever breath she had left. The murky water made it impossible for her to see who the assailant was. If she didn’t act soon she would be too far in to make it back up without drowning. Remembering that she still had a free leg, Y/N kicked out at whatever was trying to drown her. To her relief, it let go and she began swimming back to the shallows. A rush of water pushed against her side as the thing seemed to have darted past her. Y/N noticed something dark shadow in the direction she was heading. The closer it appeared, the more paranoid she got and unwanted images of shark teeth flashed in her mind.

Suddenly the face of a beautiful woman peered through the murkiness. Y/N stopped moving, terrified that she had just happened to come across a corpse, but the woman blinked and smiled at her. It was almost angelic. Her long blonde hair floated around her doll like face. Bright emerald eyes stared back. The woman’s hand came to rest against Y/N’s cheek, causing her to flinch at the coldness of it. As her lovely face inched forward, her eyes changed. The pupils nearly disappeared under a thick ring of gold. Her nose scrunched up and she released a high pitched scream, large fangs protruding from her gums, as she lunged forward.

This threw Y/N into a frenzy, throwing her hands forward, one grabbing the crazy woman by the neck to keep her at a distance. Whatever she was, the strength was greater. Y/N felt something scaly wrap around her body, holding her in place. She was unable to defend herself and felt the creature claw at her flesh. Red flooded the water around them and the pain was becoming unbearable, but nothing was worse then when the female latched her mouth over the location of Y/N’s heart and bit down, almost crushing the bone beneath it. Y/N lost her breath as a scream exploded from within her. A deep, guttural snarl seemed to respond to it and the creature that had attached itself to her was suddenly ripped off of her body. More screams and snarls echoed around her and a larger amount of blood polluted the water, but this time it didn’t come from Y/N.

Y/N didn’t linger to found out what the hell just happened. She used the last bit of energy she had to swim to the surface. The possibility of dying was much higher now with the constant bleeding from her wounds. God forbid she remains in the sea any longer with that thing and whatever the fuck took her. She gasped and inhaled much needed air upon resurfacing. The ship was still nearby and she thanked the heavens that the girls hadn’t given up and just taken off without her.

“Help!” Her body was so weak after all the blood loss and she could barely raise her voice, but Y/N refused to give in. “Nat!” She noticed Wanda look over the side of the boat and watched as she darted into the cabin. A few seconds later, both of them emerged and Nat dove into the water. Oh god, Nat, no! Get back on the boat! Y/N feared that her friend was about to face the same horrors she did. Natasha noticed the blood and immediately panicked. “Lets get you out of here.” She wrapped an arm around her waist and started peddling back, inwarding praying that nothing attacked them in this vulnerable state. Wanda nearly jumped in as well when they got closer. She help Nat get Y/N back on deck. It wasn’t long before the tears came through at the realization of Y/N’s condition. “Oh my god, what the hell attacked you?” “Come on, lets get her inside and treat her injuries before we start bombarding her with questions. If we don’t go back to shore and get her real medical attention, she’s going to die.”

After the wounds were bandaged, the redhead brought up the anchor and turned the boat around, finally heading home. What the girls failed to notice was the figure in the water, watching the whole ordeal. Piercing eyes, blue as the sky, stared after the retreating boat. It had tasted her blood and found it intoxicating in the most delicious way. If he hadn’t been distracted with the trespasser, he would have most likely devoured her himself. It was a missed opportunity and he just couldn’t let it go. So he did what any predator would do…he tracked down his prey.

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