oh steve i keep ignoring you

Not Yet

Originally posted by chrisandchips

Originally posted by riseabove-all

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Based on Anonymous Prompt: Steve & reader: “Something’s between you and Wonder Boy is happening, kid. Are you two dating?” “Not yet.” “Yet? That’s pretty confident.”

A/N: Honestly, this fic has been mostly done for a while, I just could NOT figure out how to end it (I struggle with writing kissing, can you tell?).  Glad it is done and hope you like it.

Also, who can resist a flirty sparring fic?  Certainly not me.

Tagging @pleasecallmecaptain @mattymattymerduck @writingbarnes @kissofvenom922 @b-orderline @shamvictoria11 @callingmrsbarnes @barnes-and-noble-girl @coley0823 @redstarstan @badassbaker @phoebe-21-blog @marvelgoateecollection @palaiasaurus64 @melconnor2007 (It’s been a while, so let me know if you don’t wanna be in the tag list, it won’t hurt my feelings)



You hit the mat with a thud for the fourth time in a row.  You wince as you can feel the sore spots that litter your body, no doubt bruises in the making.

“You know, (Y/N), sparring works a lot better if you stay on your feet.”  You roll your eyes as Steve takes a step towards you, offering a hand.

You grin and reach for it, simultaneously sweeping Steve’s legs out from under him.  He falls forward, catching himself with his arms so that he hovers just inches above you.

“You’re right, Steve,” you smirk.  “Some types of sparring certainly work better when you’re on your feet.  Other types…”  You trail off, quirking an eyebrow.  Steve’s lips curve up into a smirk.  The air hangs in between the two of you as the two of you stay still, panting and staring at each other.

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This Random Girl [Chapter 3] - Steve Harrington x Reader

A/N: lmao this fic was supposed to be 3 parts and an epilogue but it looks like it’s gonna be like 4 or 5 parts and an epilogue

Tag List: @nvmmendes @moonlightbae14 @13reasonswhyimcrying @riverdalemami @tapetayloe @theon-greyjoystark @that-karen-dork

 How chaotic could a phone ringing be?

 Apparently, very.

 Everyone’s huddled in the living room, and the distant screams of the demodogs was unnerving to say the least, even with a number of people armed and ready.

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dylanlovesthemets  asked:

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.” this is 3000000% something danny says to steve

@dylanlovesthemets this was so McDanno omg it was perfect :D Hope you like it! 

Steve blinks himself awake, a little fuzzy, but after a quick shake of his head it all comes rushing back to him. He and the team had been out for drinks, which is typical after they successfully close a case. Chin had begged off first, going home to Malia before it got too late. Kono had left second after making eyes at the waitress for most of the evening. Which had left Danny and Steve to their conversation. They were more than a few beers in and Steve had said something that made Danny laugh.

Steve had been more than a little distracted by the twinkle in Danny’s eyes, the way he looked with his head thrown back laughing.  He should have noticed they were being watched. When they’d gotten up to leave it was raining, and they’d argued. Steve didn’t care about running to the car because they could change when they got home. Danny didn’t want to get the seats wet.

The men had come out of nowhere. One moment he was getting Danny all riled up and the next he’d been hit upside the head and everything went black.

So he’s not completely surprised that he’s waking up on a cold floor. He’s not even alarmed by the fact that his eyelashes on his right eye are sticky with blood.

What is concerning is the unmoving body of his partner across the room. Steve takes stock of himself quickly. No shoes, pockets emptied, aching head and a sore neck. He can feel no other injuries but that hardly matters right now. 

Because he’s in a barred cell, with nothing to pick the lock and his partner is unconscious and bleeding 10 feet away from him.

Steve can see a red stain on Danny’s side, and it’s slowly growing the longer Steve watches. Ignoring his headache, he yells towards the open door, where he can see their captors sitting and watching TV.

“Danny! Danny!” he tries, hoping to rouse his partner but when it doesn’t work the panic starts to overtake him. “Hey! Hey! Someone needs to check on my partner. None of you want to be a cop killer! Get in here and make sure he’s still breathing!”

He shouts and shouts hoping to annoy one of them to come into the room and at least roll Danny over so Steve can see that he’s breathing. But instead the guy just slams the door shut between them. And Steve is pretty close to losing it. He’s never truly been confronted with his partner dying. Not since the sarin poisoning last year. But he’s pretty sure Danny is dead on the floor over there and there’s nothing he can do about.

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Rhythm - 2

(part 1) | (part 3) | (part 4) | (part 5)

summary: you want her, you need her, and i’ll never be her
warnings: angst, injury, swearing
word count: 1501

Insufferable. It’s probably the best word you’ve come up with so far to describe him. He’s an absolute jerk, not only during the day, but also at night. Gone are the times you used to empathize with him when he’d wake up screaming his throat raw.  No more nightmares for Bucky Barnes, who stays up all night with his girlfriend and keeps you up all night to the sound of the headboard bashing against the wall or the hard, heavy panting or the high pitched voice saying “oh my god, Buck!” All. Night. Long.

You try to be happy for the bastard, you really do. You congratulate him on his one-month anniversary (even though it takes everything you have to not roll your eyes), you help his girlfriend make him a cake for his birthday, you even go as far as to extend an invitation to her for a night in with Nat, Sam, and Wanda. You try so damn hard to make sure that you aren’t showing just how much this is hurting you; the least he could do is make his sex life quieter.

It’s four a.m. right now and sounds from his bedroom are driving you insane. There’s a mission that you’re supposed to be up for in an hour and the amount of sleep you’ve gotten is precisely none. So you roll out of your empty bed, dressed in pyjama pants and an oversized t-shirt, yank open the door to your bedroom, stride across the hall to his room, and knock on his door. Three, short, loud knocks.

The screaming stops abruptly. There’s a groan, followed by shuffling sounds, then the door opens revealing Bucky, hair unkempt and breathing heavy and– and shirtless, with a sheen of sweat on his bare chest and boxers slung so low on hips. You swallow.

“Need somethin’, darling?” His voice is quiet; a husky whisper. There’s a smirk plastered on his face, but you can tell he’s annoyed by the set of his jaw.  

You clench and unclench you fists and keep your eyes on his face. “Yeah. Shut up, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Sorry doll, did I wake you?”

You exhale, nostrils flaring, trying hard to ignore the way your skin tingled when he said doll. “Don’t call me that.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow. “No?” You open your mouth to say more, but he slams the door shut in your face.

“We’re going to have to split up.” Steve’s yelling over the comms, and it’s doing nothing to help your headache, courtesy of Bucky and his S.O. You run your hands over your face, and listen in for your pairing, hoping to god that you’re paired with someone willing to cooperate. Read: anyone but James Buchanan Barnes.

“Buck, you and Y/N infiltrate the east base.” You choke on your spit, and Bucky glares at you. “There’s no heat signal there, so it’s most likely empty. Canvass the scene and see what you can find.”

You almost whine in frustration, but don’t say a word as you shove your gun into its holster and your knife into the sheath in your boot. “Let’s go.”

The jet drops you a small way from the HYDRA base. The walk is quiet, both of you scanning your surroundings for any sign of a threat. HYDRA’s smart. Even if Steve couldn’t pick up on a heat wave, you know to be careful.

When you arrive to the base, it’s empty as Steve predicted. There are no guards and the main doors are unlocked. You look over at Bucky. “You take the left side, I’ll take the right.”

For the first time in all the time you’ve known him, he doesn’t say anything snarky in response, only scowls, nods, and disappears to the left side of the building.

“Find anything?” You’re whispering into your comm, keeping your gun cocked and at the ready. The base is quiet, but something seems off.

“No,” the answer doesn’t come from the comms, and you whirl around to face the speaker, gun pointed in front of you. Bucky stands there, eyebrow cocked up in a bored fashion. He rolls his eyes, and then his expression is back to the permanent glare.

You drop the gun before speaking up. “Something’s wrong.” The entire thing seemed too easy. A HYDRA base, left completely empty, with nothing worthwhile to find? Unlikely.  

For a moment Bucky doesn’t say anything. His eyes keep scanning the room you’re in. Large, circular, with no windows. There are metal tables along the walls, with various miscellaneous tools around on them. Some sharp, some covered in blood. He walks over to one of the tables and picks up a scalpel, turning it in his hand. Then he drops it and turns to you, eyes wide. “We have to go, now.”

“Why, what happened?”

For the first time, Bucky doesn’t give you his omnipresent glare. “It’s a trap. The blood on the tools is fresh. The base is still warm. We were set up.”

Then he’s rushing towards the door, gun out and ready to attack. You follow behind him.

The first gunshot comes from the right, followed by another. You throw down a table and duck behind it, pulling Bucky down with you. “On the count–“ you lift your arms and fire, “–of three. You–“ you dodge another shot, “–run towards the–“ a bullet whizzes past your hair, “–fuck,  the door. I’ll cover.”

You reload your guns, count to three, and then you’re pushing Bucky towards the door. He’s falling back to shoot but you keep pushing him forward because you realize with a sudden jolt that you’re heavily outnumbered and if anybody needs to make it out of here, it’s Bucky. (Because fuck, there are so many people that need him. Steve needs him, Natasha, hell even Sam and Tony, and his girlfriend.) So you push him forward with your elbow as you shoot around you, and you’re almost at the door and Bucky’s stopped shooting now and he’s running out and you’re almost there and–

You feel the pain before you hear the sound of the gun. The bullet hits you in the abdomen, and you stagger backwards as another catches you in the shoulder. It’s not fatal, and you realize that they’re not shooting to kill – they’re shooting to capture.

You’re shooting blindly now, the hand of your injured shoulder on your stomach while the other unsteadily holds the gun. You can feel the blood seeping through your fingers but you don’t dare look down as you stumble forward, through the door. Someone’s yelling into your comms but the HYDRA agents are still on your tail and you’re moving as fast as you can and then someone’s grabbing onto your uninjured arm and pulling you forward. Your gun’s empty and it drops to the floor, and Bucky, who you realize is the one pulling you towards the jet, is covering the both of you this time.

How you make it back to the jet, you have no idea, but by the time you’re there, you know you’ve lost a lot of blood. Your face is pale and your hands are trembling, coated in scarlet liquid. Steve’s face is pure guilt, but the first one to say anything to you is Bucky.

“Are you fuckin’ stupid?” (You want to punch him. Really hard.) “What were you thinking, huh?”

You open your mouth to speak, but Bucky continues, “You could have died.” (You don’t have the energy to tell him that you’re dying right now, and if he could please shut the fuck up.) “Did you even consider that? Did you even bother –”

You close your eyes and lean your head back against the wall. “Bucky,” you croak out, cutting him off. Your voice is a whisper and everything’s hurting and you can’t feel your toes. He stops talking and you open your eyes, your gaze matching his. His eyes are blue – you notice – captivatingly blue.

“If I die–“ Steve, busy tending your injuries, tells you to stop talking like that and that you’re being dramatic, but you ignore him. “–if I die, I need you to know something.” The edges of your vision are hazy now, darkening.


You close your eyes again, this time for longer, and you have two super soldiers yelling at you to keep them open but you’ve lost so much blood.

You want to tell him, oh god, you want to tell him so badly, but a part of you, the part that’s congratulated him and baked with his girlfriend and watched chick flicks with her, is telling you to stop, to not say anything, because he’s already carrying the weight of the world. He doesn’t deserve another burden.

“What do you want to tell me?” He demands, and you lift your hand to beckon him close, so close that he can feel your breath tickling his cheek as you whisper in his ear:

“You’re a jerk.”

The world becomes dark.

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anonymous asked:

ok but imagine bucky playing with steves tits for h o u r s i need water

WARNING!!: NSFW things ahead! I have put the “keep reading” thing in place to hide it, but for some reason it’s not working. Stupid Tumblr.

So, if you don’t like what’s been asked or are not of age, please keep scrolling, do not read and ignore this post. Thanks!

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The Lucky Guy

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Scott Lang x Reader

Words: 1K

Request: Hi doll ♥ Can you do one for me where some two avengers (maybe steve and sam) asks you on a date but you refuse because you have feelings for scott? And then you tell him about your feelings and he tells you that he likes you as well? Tnx ♥ -Anonymous

A/N: This one was so much fun to write –I mean, who wouldn’t dream about all the three S’s to have feelings for you? Yeah, exactly. I’m still slightly struggling with my block so sorry if it’s abrupt in some parts, but oh well, I hope you like the fic xx

“Hey Y/N,” I heard a soft voice chuckling behind me as I was trying to reach a bowl for my cereals. I turned around and saw Sam leaning against the kitchen’s counter, smirk on his face.

“Oh- morning pigeon,” I let out a soft laughter. “Now that you are here, could you please be my Prince Charming and give me a hand with that bowl,” I flashed him my puppy face, pointing at the top shelf, “I’m too short to reach it.”

“Hey, you know I’d do anything for you,” he winked, making me roll my eyes with a laughter as he grabbed the bowl easily, handing it to me. “So, Y/N, I was just wondering if you are free ton-“

“Nope,” I shook my head, taking the bowl from his hands. “For the hundredth time, I’m not going on a date with you Sammy.”

“On a date?” He let out a nervous laughter as he waved his hand, trying to look carefree. “I wasn’t going to ask you on a date.”

“Oh is that so?” I kicked my eyebrow, pouring milk to my cereals.

“Absolutely, I-,” he started, yet his sentence got cut short by my surprised exclamation, as I felt someone’s hands on my hips.

“Need for a helping hands over here?” I heard Steve’s voice chuckling behind me. “I am supersoldier after all, doll.”

Laughing, I shook my head, before pushing Steve further from me. “Thank you, Cap, but I think I can protect myself better than well.”

“Yes, she can,” Sam notified, glaring at Steve over the counter. “We were at the middle of something here-“

“Yeah, I noticed,” Steve kicked his eyebrow, “but I have a question for Y/N before I let you finish.”

“Oh no, you don’t,” Sam shook his head with warning tune in his voice, “keep walking grandpa, she’s not interested.”

“Umm, guys?” I harrumphed, glancing at both of the men in turns, yet let out a confused sigh as they kept ignoring me.

“We talked about this, Sam,” Steve raised his eyebrows, “If she says no to me-“

“No, I was supposed to ask first,” Sam shook his head, pointing at me. “We threw the coin-“

“And I got the heads so I’m first-“

“Guys,” I called out, more demandingly.

“No, tails were the winning side-“

“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” I sighed, rolling my eyes.

“What’s up with those two?” I heard a laugh coming behind me, and turned around to see Scott standing at the doorway, amused expression on his sleepy face.

“I have no idea,” I breathed out with soft laugher. “But it seems that they are fighting over me.”

“Not again,” he laughed rolling his eyes, before pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Again?” I frowned, my mouth full of cereals. “This has happened before?”

“Oh, you bet,” Scott nodded, smirking. “They are crazy for you.”

My eyes widening, I glanced at the two men, who were still arguing about the winning side of the coin.

“But I don’t-,” I frowned, rubbing my face with my hand, “oh god no.”

“Two of the coolest Avengers have a crush on you and you are staving them off?” Scott raised his eyebrow. “Wow- impressive.”

“No, it’s not like that,” I mumbled, running my fingers through my hair. “I just kind of,” I let out a nervous laughter, “I have someone else in mind, you know?”

“Oh yeah,” he laughed, squinting his eyes slightly with a smile. “So, tell me a little bit more about this lucky guy of yours.”

“Well, he’s very funny,” I felt a smile rising to my lips, “he always says something stupid in the worse situations as possible, yet I think that’s just adorable”, I glanced at him carefully, with soft laugh, “and he’s always making everyone feel good about themselves and he truly cares about the people around him.”

“Wow, sounds like a great guy,” Scott nodded with a slight frown. “But Falcon and Captain America, do you really think he’s-”

“Believe me when I say, he’s way more cooler than those two idiots,” I laughed, nipping my bottom lip between my teeth, “he just doesn’t seem to know that by himself.”

“Maybe he just needs someone to show him that,” Scott raised his eyebrow, before nodding his head determinedly, smile on his lips. “Yeah, definitely, I think you should kiss the guy. You know, next time when you see him just pull him to you and smack your lips against his.”

“Like this?” I took a deep breath before pulling him closer to me by his t-shirt and pressed my lips against his.

For my surprise, Scott kissed me back immediately. He laid his coffee cup to the counter, before laying his hands to my hips to pull me even closer to him, making the kiss deeper. Yet a loud exclamation coming from next to us made me pull away from him, bright smile on my lips.

“Tic-tac?” Sam called out, looking purely shocked. “Y/N? Seriously? Antsy?”

I shrugged, biting my lip as I glanced at brightly smiling Scott.

“Looks like we lost the game, pal,” Steve let out a confused laughter, patting Sam’s back with his hand. “Come on.”

“I kind of feel bad for them,” I grinned, turning back to Scott as Steve had dragged protesting Sam out of the kitchen.

“Wow, no one has ever said that they feel bad after kissing me,” Scott joked, making me roll my eyes with a laughter.

“No, I didn’t mean that,” I laughed, as he pulled me closer to him. “Kissing you felt,” I bit my lip, trying my best to find the right adjective. “It felt great.”

“Great?” he frowned. “Great? I was waiting for something more like mind-blowing or even fantastic, but great? Ouch.”

“Oh shut up, Scott,” I laughed, shaking my head. “Why won’t you tell me how it felt since you are such a Shakespeare?”

“Maybe I should just show you,” he chuckled, tugging my hair gently behind my ear, before pulling me into another deep yet gentle kiss.

Didn’t See That Coming (Part 2 take 2)

Summary: The team fight Ultron for the second time and you run into a certain speedster. But just because you are fighting doesn’t mean he can’t save you ;)

Pairing: Pietro MaximoffXReader (a little bigbrother!Clint X Reader)

Warning: Swearing
A/N: SOOOO this is kind of Take 2 of Part 2 lol sooooo I reread that part and realized how many times I messed up soooooo on that note here’s the fixed part! Hope everybody enjoys! (this will be the one on the masterlist)


Originally posted by thatsadarksoul

Ultron has been created now just BTW’s I’m not doing a part for that because you know Pietro wasn’t in it. But he’s been created and Pietro and Wanda have joined his team now…… 

It had been weeks since you had met Pietro at the Hydra base, but you couldn’t get him out of your mind and now that there was a new threat to the Avengers you knew you needed to get him out of your mind.  You shook your head as you thought of the tall icy blued eyed man.
“Y/n did you hear us?” Steve asks causing you to look up. Everybody was looking at you.
“Um_ sorry I’ve got a lot on my mind.” you say and everybody nods.
“We think we know where they are.” Steve states making you look up suprised. You had been looking through the files for a while now, and you might have been dazing off about the icy blue eyed man that you had fought a couple weeks ago. 
They pull up a photo and Thor studies it before pointing towards a scar on the man “This.”
“Uh, it’s a tattoo. I don’t think he had it…” Tony says a little confused before Thor looked up at the team.
“No, those are tattoos,” he says pointing towards the black ink on his neck than pointing to a scar “this is a brand.” Thor states and Banner starts looking up the markings on the man.
“Oh, yeah. It’s a word in an African dialect meaning thief, in a much less friendly way.” Banner states looking over at Steve
“What dialect?” you ask causing Bruce to turn back to his computer and study it for a little while.
“Wakanada…? Wa…Wa…Wakanda.” Bruce states a little confused. But Steve and Tony both look at eachother quickly
“If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods…” Tony trails off
“I thought your father said he got the last of it?” Steve asks making Tony nod,
“I don’t follow. What comes out of Wakanda?” you ask looking between Tony and Steve, Steve turned and looked over at his shield.
“The strongest metal on earth.” everybody goes silent for a moment
“Where is this guy now?” Steve asks.

After the team had realized where Ultron would be you quickly got into the quin jet and headed to the compound where they were and once you got there you followed Tony, Thor, and Steve all into the building, all four of you watching what was happening.

“Tony Stark used to say that…to me. You’re one of his.” a man says and you watch as Ultron turns to him angrily,
“What?! I’m not…!” he grabs the man “I’m not. You think I’m one of Stark’s puppets, his hollow men? I mean look at me, do I look like Iron Man? Stark is nothing!” suddenly he chops off the mans arm and you have to hold back a small cry that you felt in your throat “I’m sorry. I am sor… Ooh, I’m sure that’s going to be okay. I’m sorry, it’s just I don’t understand. Don’t compare me with Stark!” he than kicks the man down the stairs “It’s a thing with me. Stark is, he’s a sickness!” and with that you four all jumped down to be infront of them, you looked over to see the man that you had fought before standing infront of you, he winked at you and you quickly looked away.

“Ahh, Junior. You’re gonna break your old man’s heart.” Tony says pretending to be hurt by what ultron said.
“If I have to.” Ultron says simply
“We don’t have to break anything.” Thor states calmly
“Clearly you’ve never made an omelet.” Ultron says back, and you look over at Tony.
“He beat me by one second.” Tony states looking at you too, you shake your head and smile.

“Ah, this is funny, Mr. Stark. It’s what, comfortable? Like old times?” You heard the familiar voice and your eyes flew over to fine Pietro standing next to ultron, you felt your stomache drop.
“This was never my life.” Tony says shaking his head and looking around himself, although the twins just glared at him.
“You two can still walk away from this.” Steve says steping forward. You hated to admit it but you hoped they would accept the offer that Steve had given to them you looked over to Pietro who was also looking at you.
“Oh, we will.” Wanda says nodding.
“I know you’ve suffered.” Steve starts only to get cut off by Ultron
“Uuughh!” you felt yourself jump a little once he started talking, “Captain America. God’s righteous man, pretending you could live without a war.” you see Steve tense up a little, “I can’t physically throw up in my mouth, but…”
“If you believe in peace, then let us keep it.” Thor interjects stepping forward a little,
“I think you’re confusing peace with quiet.” Ultron states taking his own steps towards the four of you.
“Yuh-huh. What’s the Vibranium for?” Tony says ignoring Ultrons statement from before,

“I’m glad you asked that, because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan!” Ulttron staggers before 3 of Ultrons mini robots appear infront of you thor and Steve and Ultron sends Tony flying back, but Tony quickly gets back up and attacks Ultron, while you fight off the robots easily.
Peitro quickly runs over and past you and Thor, while Steve started getting ready to fight Wanda. Once the fighting breaks out the workers from the compound start shooting guns at you and Ultron, but you see Natasha easily fighting them off, while Clint also takes them on from farther above though.
You start to fight more of the mini robots when you watch Steve throw his shield only to be punched in the face by Pietro, than Thor throws his hammer and he makes the mistake of grabbing it making Pietro fall to the ground quickly being drug by the hammer, he falls off the railings and onto the ground groaning in pain.
You sighed as you started fighting off more robots, truth be told you hated robots, you had always had the nightmare of them taking over the world. You watched as Tony and Ultron left the building while Thor and Steve finished off the last of the other robots.
You saw Pietro trying to get back up and you jumped down there and kicked him square in the chest.
“Just stay down.” you state making Pietro smile and shake his head, you turn around to walk away.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away from me.” you hear him say out of breath.
You open your mouth to say something.
“Thor status?” Steve asks and you turn to see the girl next to Thor walking away,
“The girl tried to warp my mind. Take special care, I doubt a human could keep her at bay. Fortunately, I am mighty.” but once he says this you notice him stop fighting.
But that’s when Pietro runs past you, running right towards Steve and knocking him down. Than you watch as the girl uses her magic on Steve.
You watch as she starts running towards Natasha so you start going after her only to be stopped by a gush a wind, you were soon knocked onto your back.
“It wouldn’t be wise for you to interfere.” Pietro states and you get back up.
“What is she doing to them?” you ask once you see her get towards Nat you scream but it’s too late.
Pietro opens his mouth to say something but than he looks behind you and shakes his head. You turn around to see Wanda. Her hands going towards your head, but than the next thing you knew you were on the other side of the room.
“God. Why am I doing this?” Pietro asks although you watch as Wanda scowls before runninng away.
“You should have just let her do whatever it was she wanted to do.” you state making Pietro shake his head.
“You’ll be glad I saved you. Maybe even greatful.” Pietro says smirking.
“I would be even more greatful if you would stop fighting with Ultron.” you say looking down at the ground.
“Will you stop fighting with Stark?” Pietro asks raisng an eyebrow and you look down and shook your head.
You see Wanda start to make her way over to Clint, you were about to warn him when he turns and puts an electric arrow onto her head causing her to go into shock. Pietro runs off leaving you alone, and rushing to Wanda’s side before throwing Clint through a window and running away with Wanda.

Pietro’s POV:
“What can I do?” Pietro asks putting his sister down
“Ah, it hurts” Wanda cries causing Pietro to shoot up
“I’m gonna kill him. I’ll be right back.” Pietro says but before he could go Wanda stop him.
“No. I’m over it. I want…I want to finish the plan.” Wanda looks over at the quinjet, “I want the big one.” she says and Pietro nods. “But I do have to ask,” Wanda says standing up. “Why did you stop me from getting into that girls head?” she asks raising an eyebrow.
Pietro felt himself get nervous. Why had he stopped her? He had only met you once, and you were fighting on the opposite side as he was.
“Hmm_ I see.” Wanda says making Pietro glare at her. She had just read his thoughts and he sighed knowing there was no chance he could have stopped her, “You don’t even know why you helped her? Hmm is it that my older brother might have gained feelings for her?” Wanda asks making Pietro shoot his gaze to his sister. “I guess you can’t choose who you start to gain feelings for, but we do have to fight that’s why we let Hydra do what they did to us. You understand that right?” Wanda says making Pietro nod in agreeance. “Well than let’s get going.”

After a fight that ended very badly, even to the point where Sttark had to get the hulk smasher out, all of the Avengers went to the quinjet, and a silence filled the empty space. You looked at your team, they seemed broken and scared. What had that girl done to them? Clint said something about a safe house but you zoned out of the conversation.
What had she done to them? How had she gotten so deep into their heads? You sighed as you thought back to when she had tried to do the same to you, and Pietro had saved you. A pang of guilt flooded through you. You were grateful that he had saved you but, none of your team got that choice. Why had he saved you?
“Come on Y/n we’re at the safe house.” Clint says smiling and you got up and walked off.
“What is this place?” Thor asks looking around and you simply shrugged looking around youself.
“A safe house?” Tony answers although it sounded more like a question
“Let’s hope.” Clint says walking into the little house everybody else following him “Honey, I’m home.” Soon a pregnant woman walks out and into the living room. “Hi. Company. Sorry I didn’t call ahead.”
“Hey.” the woman says smiling and looking around at the group but than walks over and kisses Clint.
“This is an agent of some kind.” Tony says looking at Thor, and you just chuckle dryly to yourself. 
“Gentleman and Y/n, this is Laura.” Clint says introducing his wife.
“I know all your names.” Laura says smiling an awkward tension fills the room. Soon though footsteps are heard running down the stairs.
“Ooh, incoming.” Clint says as two children run into the room.
“Dad!” Clint picks up the little girl “I see her!” he than turns to his sun and hugs him “Hey, buddy! How you guys doing? Ooh…”
“These are…smaller agents.” Tony states trying to come up with an explination to the suprise that was written over everybodies faces, although you were also suprised, you couldn’t help but feel happy for Clint, yes you were hurt he had never told you about them but doing what you guys did it must have been nice to have a support system to fall back on.
“Did you bring Auntie Nat?” the little girl asks making Natasha smile
“Why don’t you hug her and find out?” the little girl runs over to Nat and who quickly picks her up
“Sorry for barging in on you.” Steve says a little awkwardly
“Yeah, we would have called ahead, but we were busy having no idea that you existed.” Tony says sounding a little offended.
“Yeah, well Fury helped me set this up when I joined. He kept it off SHIELD’s files, I’d like to keep it that way. I figure it’s a good place to lay low.” Clint explains and you all nod.
Nat and Clint continued their little reunions but Thor quickly ran out of the house.
“Hey Thor?” you ask confused you and Steve all following him.
“Thor.” Steve says turning thor to face him
“I saw something in that dream. I need answers, I won’t find them here.” Thor states about to fly off.
“Wait Thor!” you say and he turns to look at you, “Be careful okay?” you state and Thor smiles before flying off.

You went to bed still thinking about Pietro, what had happen to him that made him turn to Hydra for help? You knew you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep so you went outside and sat on the porch, looking up at the stars
“Hey Y/n.” Clint says coming outside and sitting next to you on the porch.
“Hey.” you say although your voice barley came above a whisper.
“Whats up? Ever since the mission you seem different.” Clint says and you look over at him but than look down, “Did you have a vision too?” Clint asks worried you sighed than shook your head.
“No. She never got to me. But_ the reason.” you trailed off and Clint looked at you curiously, “Is there such thing as love at first sight?” you ask
“Well_ for me and Laura, it wasn’t love at first sight.” you nodded, it must have been a stupid question, and there was no actual proof that you were inlove or that he was inlove with you “but just because it didn’t happen to me. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.” you look over at Clint who smiles, “So are you going to tell me who the special boy is?” he asks making you laugh.
“You’d disapprove and go overprotective brother on me.” you say half jokingly half serious.
“Come on, let’s go inside and go to bed. We have a long couple of weeks ahead of us. I can already tell.” Clint says and you nod standing up to head inside.

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@notcaring99 @eternalanxious @fly-f0rever @melconnor2007 @super-river-walker


I don’t know what you Nancy haters fucking want. But apparently if you’re drunk and say stupid shit that you can’t remember, you should be held to the same standard as if you’re sober. And when someone questions if you love them after attacking you about shit you can’t remember, you, a 17 year old, you’re supposed to automatically say “I do love you” while the other person totally ignores everything else that you said that night. Every emotion you were expressing because you were shitfaced drunk and have had to keep the death of your best friend secret for nearly a year. Emotions you can’t even remember expressing because you were shitfaced drunk. But no, Nancy is the only immature and selfish one here and deserves to be “cancelled” and demonized. Okay, I got it.

Oh, don’t forget to mention Nancy forgave Steve for slut-shaming her in public when he was completely sober. But that doesn’t matter I guess.


Song: In My Arms- Plumb
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Words: 2254
Summary: After years of raising your daughter, you learn that the safest place for her is in your arms.
Warnings: fluff, angst, 1 or 2 swear words, near death experience
A/N: I kind of went crazy with this one. I didn’t know whether I wanted to make it fluffy, or angsty, or just something funny. I decided to go with the flow and see what happened. I’m not too happy with how it ended, but the rest is okay. I hope you enjoy.
(d/n)- Daughter Name

You smiled brightly down at your newborn daughter as she opened her eyes for the first time. Her wails had stopped, and you were finally able to see the bright blue eyes that she’d inherited from her father. She looked up at you with wonder in her eyes, and you were immediately smitten.

“Hey there pretty girl. I’m your mama,” you whispered as you tried to keep your joyful tears at bay. A hand on your shoulder made you glance up at your husband, Steve. He was smiling nearly as wide as you were as he looked between the both of you. He was the definition of a proud father. “And this is your daddy. We’re gonna take good care of you and be the best parents we can.”

“Mama! Mama!” Your daughter’s frantic calls were enough to have you running towards your daughter’s room like your ass was on fire. Her voice sounded so scared and frantic that it immediately put you into what Steve called ‘mama bear mode’. When you got to her room, you pushed the door open the rest of the way and scanned her room for any type of danger.

“What is it sweetheart? What’s wrong?” There was nothing wrong with her room. From what you could see, the windows were still locked, and the closet was completely empty. So, that ruled out an intruder that had frightened her.

You crouched by the side of her bed, and she immediately wrapped her tiny arms around your neck in a hug. Her little body shook in your arms as she sobbed. It made your heart ache seeing her so upset and not knowing what was causing it. Despite your worries of what was wrong, you shushed her and cooed into her ear to try and calm her. After a few minutes, her sobbing stopped, and you were able to pull away to get a good look at her face.  

“Come on sweetheart, tell mama what’s wrong. What’s making my little princess cry?” She used her hand to wipe away the tears left on her face as she spoke.

“I-I had a nightmawe 'bout daddy.” You hummed in understanding. Steve had been away on a mission for the first time in a while. There were times where he would go on quick missions when she was too young to understand, but now she was old enough to wonder why he was gone. That was a talk that you didn’t want to have with your daughter at the time. You wanted to keep her as ignorant to the danger her father was in for as long as possible.

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Shut Up and Dance (Steve Rogers x reader)

I’m sorry I’ve been inactive lately, I’ve got a lot to do :(
Anyway this is for the anon who requested the songfic based on this song where the reader has a flirty relationship with Steve and one day this song came on in one of Tony’s party and the reader pulls her in for a dance. Enjoy!


Everybody seemed tired of this. Steve and (Y/n)’s constant flirting and blushing are really reducing the rest of the team’s productivity, and it’s really getting annoying.
The first few days (Y/n) started flirting with Steve, it was mild, but he got flustered and red anyway. After a while, Steve gained confidence to flirt back, and it only pleases (Y/n). Since then, things got more heated and inappropriate.
“Hey Steve,” greeted (Y/n) with a devilish grin on her face. She came over to Steve and lightly touched his biceps. “Have you been working out?” she taunted, smirking at him. “I knew you’d notice,” he replied with a wink.
“Really, guys?” Bucky whined. “I’m gonna puke,” he said, chugging the coffee from his mug. Bucky had taught Steve how to flirt, boosting his confidence. But now he would do anything to stop him.
“Well Bucky, maybe you shouldn’t have brought your hunk of a best friend with you for coffee,” smiled (Y/n) at Bucky, before returning her attention at Steve. Sam entered the room, “Hey Bucky, get prepared-” he was cut off short when he saw Steve and (Y/n). “Jesus, is it happening again?” he asked Bucky.
Bucky nodded with a pleading gaze.
“Anyway,” said Sam, trying to ignore Steve and (Y/n), “Just a reminder that Tony’s going to have a party tonight, and you should get ready. Some important people are going to be here tonight.”
“Who?” asked Bucky, furrowing his eyebrows.
“The president and a few generals,” Sam said, shrugging.
“Well, you better doll up, darling,” Steve whispered in her ear. She responded with a giggle, and replied, “only for you, Stevie.”
“Oh god,” said Sam, rolling his eyes.
A knock came on Steve’s door. He opened it to see his best friend. “You borrowed Sam’s earphones,” he pointed out, “He wants it back.” “Come in,” Steve invited Bucky in “You know Steve,” he started, “Why won’t you ask (Y/n) out?”
“Because she doesn’t like me back,” said Steve blankly, almost dissapointed. “Are you kidding me?!” exclaimed Bucky, “after all this time flirting, and you still think that she doesn’t like you back?”
Steve raised his eyebrows, “It’s only harmless flirting Bucky.”
Bucky threw his hands up on frustration. “Harmless? You think this is harmless? That’s enough! That’s it! You are asking her out. Tonight. And you are not in any position to object!” said Bucky. And before he could respond, Bucky slammed the door shut behind him, grabbing Sam’s earphones.
The party was crowded. Most people were in army uniforms. She did not know a lot of these people, but she recognized a few like Thaddeus Ross and President Matthew Ellis. She was wearing a sleeveless blue dress. It was simple and it hung just above her knee. She saw Steve on the other end of the room. He was in jeans, and what a coincidence- he was wearing a blue shirt that ran to his wrist, the first button or two were not in place. She strided over to him.
“Hey Stevie,” she greeted. “Wanna get a drink?”
Step smiled, and then complied.
Once they get to the bar, they were stopped by someone.
President Matthew Ellis.
“Mr. President,” saluted Steve.
“Captain Rogers,” he said with a polite smile, unable to hide the adoration. His gaze fell on (Y/n), “Ms. (L/n).”
(Y/n) smiled with a nod and shook his hand.
The president cracked a smile. “How are my all-American heroes?” he asked excitedly.
“We’re all good, Mr. president,” replied (Y/n).
“Well, you better be, or America’s power couple would be a goner,” he responded with a slight laugh.
Steve eyes widened as he stuttered, “P-power couple?”
“That’s what you are, right? A couple?” asked the president, raising his eyebrows. “No, sir, our relationship is strictly proffesional,” answered (Y/n) swiftly. She could’ve sworn she saw Steve frown from the corner of her eye.
“Too bad,” the president said, “you would’ve made a great couple.”
With that, he excused himself.
“Strictly proffesional?” said Steve with a blank expression. (Y/n) ignored him, trying to make things less awkward.
that was until her favorite song came on.

“Oh don’t you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me.”
I said, “You’re holding back,”
She said, “Shut up and dance with me!”

She didn’t even bother to see who was on the dance floor. She jumped from her seat instantly, she nearly dropped her cocktail.

This woman is my destiny
She said, “Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me.”

The guitar riff started playing, and the people on the dance floor started clapping their hands to the beat. On the center of the massive circle was (Y/n), with her own little space.

We were victims of the night,
The chemical, physical, kryptonite
Helpless to the bass and the fading light
Oh, we were bound to get together,
Bound to get together.

Steve never knew that (Y/n) was actually really good at dancing. Her body flows like water within the crowd, each step and spin controlled by the rhythm.

She took my arm,
I don’t know how it happened.
We took the floor and she said,

Surprisingly, she pulled Steve into the circle and urged him to dance. He was Captain America, how could she forcefully pull him in? With a yelp Steve started dancing awkwardly, making (Y/n) giggle.

“Oh, don’t you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me.”
I said, “You’re holding back,”
She said, “Shut up and dance with me!”

She sang that part, as if to hint Steve something. Her hands roamed his body, trying to get the tension off him. Steve grew red, flustered with embarrassment that he can’t dance.

This woman is my destiny
She said, “Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me.”

The fact that she was really close to him didn’t help either. They were standing chest to chest, their blue fabric mixing together. Steve felt like a freshman boy who was dancing with a senior in prom.

A backless dress and some beat up sneaks,
My discothèque, Juliet teenage dream.
I felt it in my chest as she looked at me.
I knew we were bound to be together,
Bound to be together.

Steve was getting a hang on this now. She was nowhere as good as (Y/n) but at least he wasn’t that bad. Now he had the confidenve to smile as his hands ran to her waist, spinning her around.

She took my arm,
I don’t know how it happened.
We took the floor and she said,

At first, (Y/n) was shocked of what he did, surprised that he’ll have the courage to do what he’s doing. But she couldn’t help but be delighted at his current behavior.

“Oh, don’t you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me.”
I said, “You’re holding back,”
She said, “Shut up and dance with me!”

The crowd was wild, especially now that two of the Avengers was in the dance floor, holding on to each other like teenagers who just fell in love.

This woman is my destiny
She said, “Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me.”

By now, The dance floor was clear, leaving only Steve and (Y/n) dancing. They barely even noticed, but the crowd cheered on them.

Deep in her eyes,
I think I see the future.
I realize this is my last chance.

Then, they stopped moving, gazing into each others’ eyes. She had her arms around his neck, his around her waist as the world disappeared around them.

She took my arm,
I don’t know how it happened.
We took the floor and she said,

They leaned in, and met in the middle. The kiss was explosive, like a dozen fireworks. The crowd went wild, witnessing the beginning of something new.

“Oh, don’t you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me.”
I said, “You’re holding back,”
She said, “Shut up and dance with me!”

Steve started, “(Y/n), I-”
“Shut up and dance with me,” (Y/n) silenced him, taking back the fast pace.

This woman is my destiny
She said, “Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance!”

Steve kissed her again, and again. The slight taste of alcohol on her lips entrancing him, making him addicted to her. Their lips moved in sync as they pulled each other closer, desperately needing more of the other.

“Don’t you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me.”
I said, “You’re holding back,”
She said, “Shut up and dance with me!”

They pulled away again, smiling widely at each other. “Well ma'am, do you think it would be a good idea to take you back to my room?” asked Steve flirtatiously.

This woman is my destiny
She said, “Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me.”

(Y/n) smiled. “I think that’s a great idea.”

shut up and dance with me

I actually forgot to come up with a title for this one and scheduled it anyway. OOPS.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 2,676
Summary: You can sleep through anything, literally anything, except for the banging of your neighbour’s pipes when they decide to shower at three in the morning. You decide to say something, and well, it doesn’t necessarily go as planned.
Warnings: language, alcohol, Steve Rogers in only a towel
Author’s Note: This is based on the prompt: I SWEAR to GOD if I hear you showering at THREE IN THE MORNING again, I will seriously fight you, the pipes in this building are RIGHT above my bedroom, WHY are you taking showers at THREE AM. As always, it’s for @rogersxbarnesx who can see herself dreaming about the Avengers fighting crime in terrycloth.

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

You’re usually a heavy sleeper. You’ve slept through thunderstorms, house parties, neighbours yelling at all hours of the night, and even a tornado that one time. You’ve slept through screaming babies on airplanes and your old roommate’s extremely loud sex noises. You pride yourself on being able to sleep through anything, but you can’t sleep through this. You can’t sleep through these fucking pipes.

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Stupid Words

This is for the Pietro fans, its a little better written then my last Pietro X Reader smut, but less steamy (sorry)

There is more plot in this one, and takes longer to build up etc. It was suppose to be many parts but here its all in one heap, let me know if you wanna see a part two?

Warning: Language?

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Where Do the Flowers Go Chapter One

Summary: You meet Steve and Bucky by chance, but your past with Natasha frightens you away

Incessant buzzing tore you from the peace of a dream you had already forgotten. You moaned and rolled across your bed, shoving the clock off the nightstand in your hasty attempt to stop the alarm. With another noise of displeasure, you sat up in your bed, eyes still closed, and dropped your feet to the ground. Your room was colder than most mornings, and you wrapped a nearby blanket loosely around yourself before standing.

The sun hadn’t yet risen and you didn’t bother to turn on the lights as you left your room. You shuffled hazily through the apartment with half open eyes; you had never been able to function properly without coffee. Your morning routine was muscle memory, and you didn’t bother to focus as you fumbled with the coffee maker. It whirred to life and the smell of fresh coffee slowly filled the room. Forcing your eyes open, you washed the coffee mug you’d left near the sink the morning before.

Quick footsteps echoed through the kitchen as the young children in the apartment above you crawled from their beds and ran to wake their parents. A smile crossed your face. It was the same each morning. You were awake just long enough to start coffee before Sara and Sebastian shot through the hallways upstairs. Their family had moved in the year before, and the two often spent the weekend with you. Sara’s laughter seeped through the ceiling and filled your apartment as you poured the coffee into your mug.

There was a loud thump and you giggled as you made your way back to your room. Sebastian was still learning to walk, and he was falling more often than not. You sorted through the clothes in your closet as you sipped your coffee. After a few minutes, you simply grabbed the shirt nearest your hand. It would spend the day hidden beneath your apron anyway.

Light was just beginning to shine through the windows when you walked back into your living room. You knelt by the flower pot closest to the hall and set your palm against the dirt, the flowers inside straightening at the contact. Sparks danced between your fingers and the blooms opened, petals stretching forward. Standing, you wandered slowly through the rest of the room, brushing against the plants and watching as the woke up and reached for the sun.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine Bucky taking pics of him and Steve making love, or a video for a long mission. Maybe Tony and Clint stumble upon it or he was showing natasha for some reason. And the avengers just commenting on how cute Steve is what a good boy he is, how well he takes Bucky. And him just flushing so deep and Bucky wanting to argue and be upset but he can't because it's true. Just the avengers too involved in buck and Steve sex life I think is hilarious and something tony would try and do

I hope it’s okay but daddy kink made it’s way into this…

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Daughter of Odin (Part 4/?) (Barnes/Thor x reader)

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Steve quickly sounded the alarm through the tower and ran to find his gear, with Bucky following him close behind.  “Stay here!” the Captain yelled to you, with Thor nodding in agreement that you should stay back and away from the battle that was happening because of you.  It was a ridiculous idea for him to believe that you would follow his order.

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Same Old Bucky

Bucky, Steve

Summary: Bucky’s memories are restored and he’s pretty much the same, except for the fact that he refuses to touch Steve. Steve tries not to let it show how much it actually hurts. Post The Winter Soldier.

A/N: I was thinking of queueing this, but realized I wanted it posted now, so here you go!

Words: 1 808

When most member of the Avengers, along with what was left of the good part of SHIELD, finally were able to go through with their grand plan to free Bucky and restore his memory, Steve was overwhelmed. He’d thought his best friend dead for so long, and to come face to face with him in battle in this century, realizing that he had no idea who Steve was, had been hard. And to suddenly have him back with only traumatizing memories as the only thing different about them, the only thing that changed them from what they once were, took its toll on both of them. Steve had no idea how to react to all of this. He just wanted to hold Bucky tight in his arms.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so you've done Bucky catching Steve masturbating and moaning his name, but what if it was the other way around Steve catching Bucky? Oh boyyy.

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Ohhh boy.

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Imagine Waking Up In Vegas Married To Loki (Part Two)

Made by popular demand

Part One: http://mrsnatasharomanov.tumblr.com/post/123760072477/imagine-waking-up-in-vegas-married-to-loki-for

You stayed on earth to file an mortal divorce while Loki went to Asgard to file for a divorce there because by Asgardian law mortal marriages to gods are recognized. You got the papers signed then right up then went to the coffee shop where you and Loki agreed to meet after so you could sign each others papers and go on your merry ways not married.

“There’s a problem” Loki announces as soon as you walk into the shop. He’s sitting in a booth with Thor and Odin across from him. You turn on your heel and make a run for the door. You’re caught by Sif.

“No! Nope let me go!! Sif please girl code here!” you plead and kick your legs as she carries you to the table and plops you down next to Loki.

“I’m sorry (Y/N)” Sif mumbles looking pitiful.

“You should be! No more girls nights for you!” you snap angrily.

“Don’t be mean to Sif. This is my fault” Loki says and you flare at him.

“Yes it is” you agree. “Now where are the Asgardian divorce scrolls or whatever? I’ve got the mortal ones” you state and pull them out.

“I forbid the divorce” Odin interjects and your stomach plummets.

“Oh for shits sake-”

“Odin!” Loki cuts you off. “You have no right!”

“I have all the right my son! I forbid the divorce because the marriage is consummated and because you are a prince and you took a vow” Odin explains firmly.

“Okay sir king of Asgard or whatever lots of people divorce after consummation and taking vows. Your argument is crap and I refuse to stay married to your son” you argue boldly. This old man doesn’t scare you king or not.

“I also forbid it because this new wife can keep you in check and out of mischief. Therefor no divorce will be issued to you” Odin says ignoring your outburst. You splutter and then turn to jump out of the booth to only be caught by Sif again.

“My dads are going to be so pissed” you grumble and surrender allowing Sif to put you back in your seat. In that second Steve flies through the glass windows and Tony breaks through the roof. They are both completely suited up and pissed. “Oh shit.” You turn to run once again and get caught by Sif once again.

“What the hell is going on!?” Steve and Tony yell.

“Odin is trapping me in a marriage with Loki!” you tattle and point accusingly at Odin.

“WHAT?!?” they both scream.

“We got drunk had arc and got married in Vegas!” Loki blurts out.


“Heimdall” Odin says softly and a rainbow light quickly gathers Sif and Odin. With Sif gone I fall to the ground. Quickly jumping to my feet I take a step away from Loki.

“Dads..I can-”

“My sweet daughter no!” Tony exclaims and envelopes you in a hug crying into your shoulder. This makes you feel real guilty.

“You snake! You took our poor daughters innocence and married her without our permission!” Steve hisses and grabs Loki by his shirt collar.

“Very sorry about that. See I was quite drunk at the time” Loki defends.

“I was too dads sorry” you say sweetly. “Daddy could you let me go?” Tony sniffles and releases you from the hug.

“My little flower” Tony whimpers. “Stebe our little girl!” Steve sighs as pulls Tony into a side hug with one arm the other still holding Loki.

“I know Tony I know. If Odin won’t let them divorce we can kill him” Steve offers and Tony nods into his neck.

“Don’t kill him dads! I think your overreacting” you say annoyed.

“But baby don’t you want out of this marriage?” Steve asks.

“Yes I do so much but murder is not the answer. That and I don’t hate the idea of being a princess of Asgard.”

“I hate that idea” Tony mutters.

“Me too” Steve adds.

“I think-”

“No one cares Loki!” the three of you snap.

“Maybe you and Loki should give your marriage a chance” Thor, who’s been silent up till now, suggests.

“How long a chance we talking here Thor?” Steve inquires with a raised eyebrow.

“Six weeks” Thor says.

“That’s so loooong” you whine.

“Fine six weeks in the tower under our supervision” Steve agrees and drops Loki.

“Steve! I don’t want him there! He destroyed it last time” Tony complains.

“I was under mind control not my fault” Loki defends.

“Sure” Tony huffs.

“That sounds like a good strategy. Congratulations on your marriage brother and (Y/N) I will see you at home” Thor booms and walks out of the half destroyed coffee shop.

“Ugh fine” Loki and I groan. Tony shakes his head and sighs in defeat.

“I’ll send a car for you and Loki” Tony mutters hands, the shaking clerk behind the register his credit card, and walks out. Steve follows with a blank face.

“So husband I think you should start winning my favor or something by buying me coffee” you remark and sit down in the booth again.

“I think that’s reasonable.”

Week One





Week Two

“Quit leaving the toilet seat up!”

“Quit cooking you suck at it!”

“You try cooking ass!”

“I will and it’s gonna be amazing!”

It was but you didn’t admit to it.

Week Three

“(Y/N) meet my children Hel, Fenrir, and Jormunhandr just call him John” Loki says nudging His kids forward. Hel is half alive and half dead. You couldn’t quit put a finger on how the girl exactly looked but she was adorable to you. Fenrir is a wolf you observe a little shocked and John is a serpent. “And Sleipnir” Loki adds when an eight legged horse foal peers out from behind Lokis leg.

“Hello I’m (Y/N). Will you guys be living with your father and I?” you inquire kneeling down to be closer to their level.

“Yes daddy says we’re gonna stay if things work between you too” Hel answers. She looks about ten or so.

“Great I’ll tell my dad so he can make arrangements for you” you say and get up. Lokis eyes are shining and you cup his face to kiss him gently. Hel makes a face Fenrir barks and John hisses. “Sorry sorry.”

Later Loki explains how he had all of them.

“Well it’s different certainly but I don’t care. I think it’s sweet that you carried all of them.” Loki couldn’t have smiled wider.

Week Four

Tony had you and Loki moved to the bottom floor and it extended for the kids. Tony and Steve agreed to babysit so you and Loki could go on a real date. They already loved them.

You brought him to the best Greek restaurant the city had to offer.

“This is very nice (Y/N) thank you for bringing me” Loki thanks and reaches across the table to hold your hand.

“It was my pleasure I’ve liked getting to know you.”

“I have as well.” You both spend the night talking and just staring into each others eyes. There was a kiss or two as well.

Week Five

Tony rented out the American Museum of Natural History for all super humans their kids, and all the children at Xavier institute to enjoy without having to hide their powers or physical differences. You took Loki and the kids to enjoy it as well. You quickly discovered that if Fenrir, John and Sleipnir really wanted to talk they could with some magic Loki taught them.

“So I’m sure you all know so much about your history but we are here to learn about the American history. Or just meet other kids and have fun ignoring all the history” you announce to the kids. Sleipnir stood close to Loki while Fenrir John and Hel ran off to meet other kids. “Hey Sleipnir why don’t you go play? I’m sure you’ll have fun.” The foal shook it’s head and you sigh. “Alright you can stay with your father and I. Just wanting you we’re going to learn.”

Sleipnir stayed next to Loki the whole night. Loki seems extremely protective of his youngest and Sleipnirs seems perfectly fine with that. You think it’s adorable how close they are.

Week Six

Tony and Steve took the kids and you and Loki went on a long honeymoon in Vegas having the time of your lives being married and getting drunk. Things worked out for you and him.

A year later the kids start calling you mom.

Tw years after that you and Loki have your own. You name her Sarah.

Your little family blossoms happily.

When Steve first gets Bucky back, it becomes very quickly apparent that Bucky had forgotten how to speak English.

Speak.  There’s a difference.  He could understand the language perfectly but whatever screwed up thing that HYDRA did to his brain temporarily zapped his ability to respond in English. 

Bruce and Helen say it’s temporary and that Bucky’s version of the serum is slowly, but surely helping his brain heal itself.  In the meantime, Steve’s busy trying not to reach up on his tippy-toes to smack Tony upside the head for calling Bucky the “Russian Winter Boo Bear.”

(Steve misses being six foot odd right now but at least he’s fairly sure that the effects of HYDRA’s attempt to de-serum him were also wearing off.)

So Bucky speaks to him in Russian and Steve speaks “Bucky” well enough to translate his thankfully familiar antics of fussing over him.

“Buck, seriously, I think the asthma’s nearly gone now…”

“Buck, yes, I will put on a coat.  I REMEMBER being sick.  I remember it being not fun.”

“Yes, I will stop giving you heart attacks on the regular, ya happy? DAMN IT, which of you reminded him of the grenade story?!  Stop laughing, Nat, you’re not helping!”

“Is this your chicken noodle soup? Oh God.  Y'remembered.  I love this.  Thank you.”

And while all this is going on, Steve’s own Brooklyn accent keeps on creeping out more and more, as if he’d never taken those old elocution lessons for the tours.  It makes Bucky beam at him and amuses the rest of the team (they all ignore Tony who claims he now needs to program his current A.I. to translate Brooklyn-ese).

Steve now knows that Стёпушка is his name in Russian and sometimes Bucky’s Russian takes on an odd, crooning quality and since this is usually followed by Bucky pulling him close to nuzzle and kiss him, Steve has no problem understanding what he meant. 

Natasha actually blushes when she overhears this and will only tell Steve that:  “Barnes is a complete sap.  Hopeless romantic.”
Bucky grins at her and tosses something out that makes Natasha roll her eyes at him.  “You save all that charm for your Стёпушка, yes?”

Of course, Steve’s not about to give up and eventually he pesters Nat enough so that he can surprise Bucky with it.

It helps that Bucky is totally happy to be climbed like a tree and clung to, although it was kind of distracting to have his hands cradling Steve’s ass. 

But Steve manages to drop a kiss on his nose and murmur a certain phrase in Russian. 

It’s an endearment Steve thought he’d never get to call Bucky by again.  Natasha said it was the closest translation to:  “My mister.”

(“You two are MARRIED?“ 

"Well, our only witness was a cat but maybe we’ll have a chance at making it legal soon.”

“I’m planning your wedding.”

“There’s no saying no to this, is there, Nat?”

“Pretty much.”)

But Steve manages to say it perfectly and then adds, “You remember, Buck?  We had бабушка’s cat as a witness that first time around.  But you said it was good enough for us.”

Bucky’s eyes shine and finally, in the same familiar Brooklyn accent, answers, “Yeah.  I remember.”

—  Russian Cuddlebunnies (a continuation to THIS FIC because it is both the faults of tygermama and allmyinvisiblemonsters)
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Here it is everyone! Thank you all for being so patient and kind about me uploading this a day late! (minus that one anon, you know who you are) I know it’s a strange time for me to upload it (it’s 2am for me) but I wouldn’t have had time tomorrow and I didn’t want you to wait any longer! It’s a very dramatic part so forgive me, and I hope you enjoy!

“Well that’s not a good sign.” Darcy says as she hurries along behind you.

“What do you want?” You demand as soon as you get to the table, Steve, Nat and Bucky looking up.

“Well look who finally decided to join us.” Nat says, sneering up at you.

“Leave.” Darcy says, standing behind you and glowering.

“Well that’s not very polite.” Nat says in a mocking tone. “It’s almost like you don’t want us here.”

“We don’t.” Bucky says. You look at him and see him visibly flinch, realising Nat’s hand is on his knee.

“What do you want?” You ask again, this time Steve replying.

“We just want to talk. Right Nat?”

“Yeah. Sure.” She says, her eyes still fixed on Bucky who is clearly very uncomfortable.

“(y/n) do you think I could have a word?” Steve says, staring at you. “In private.”

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