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First Date (Bucky x reader)

ayyyeeee so I’m not tired and I feel like writing till I fall asleep so here I go!

PSA: your first date with Bucky. Super fluffy. hehe that rhymed

You heard a knocking at the door of your room in the Avengers tower. Tonight was the night you were going on a date with Bucky. You turned the door handle and there stood your date. He was wearing a dark navy blue suit, with a white shirt underneath and a black tie around his neck. His long hair was messily pulled back, but it made him look ten times sexier.

When you opened the door, Bucky was at a loss for words. He admired the way your black dress fitted your every curve and made you look more beautiful than he already knew you were.

He tried to collect his thoughts, but just gaped at you and blurted out, “beautiful.”

You blushed at his comment and realized he didn’t make an effort to cover up his metal hand. He usually never liked it to show, feeling self conscious, but maybe something changed in him.

“Ready to go?” Bucky was giving you a charming smile that made you weak.

“Let’s go. Where are you taking me?” You giggled a little and intertwined your fingers with his outstretched hand.

“Why it’s a secret. You’ll just have to find out when we get there.” He gave you a wink and you walked down to the car, hand in hand.

He drove away from the bright city lights and took you to the coast. Throughout the car ride you would catch glances at each other and smile. You liked Bucky, you knew the Winter Soldier wasn’t the real him. It took a while, but you finally got his true self, the one Steve knew, to resurface after all those years of torture and pain. Steve knew you were good for Bucky. He was rooting for you two. Not before long, the car finally came along some gravel road. You found yourselves on the coast at a beautiful winery with only one table. A table that was meant for you and your date.

Bucky opened your door and took your hand to help you out. You were wearing heels. Good lord. How were you supposed to walk through all this gravel?

You took one step and you sank, almost face planting into the ground if Bucky wasn’t there to grab your arm.

“Uhh.. hehe.” You smiled shyly and tried to regain some composure.

You thought to yourself, “just 500 more feet of this. Fuck.”

Bucky saw that you were struggling so he chuckled a little bit before kissing you on the head and picking you up bridal style. “You looked like you needed some help there, love.”

“Thank you for noticing. If I tried getting across this gravel I don’t think I would make it to the door.” You weren’t awkward with each other. Both of you felt so comfortable with each other, it was like you two had known each other for lifetimes when it was only a couple months. Everyone noticed that you two had feelings for each other, they were all just waiting for one of you to make the first move.

You had your arms wrapped around his neck and he easily carried you to the open courtyard. “What do you think? Did I pick an alright place? I hope it’s okay..” He looked a little worried at you, he wanted to make you as happy as possible.

“Bucky.. it’s beautiful. It’s.. it’s perfect.” You looked at him and smiled, his eyes communicating with yours that words couldn’t.

He gave you a goofy grin, overjoyed that you liked the restaurant. Dinner went on wonderfully. You tried wines; you both laughed at each other when the one of you didn’t like one. Bucky found out that he was not a Chardonnay type of guy and almost choked on it. You burst out laughing as he gave you a glare for laughing, as he tried to remain stoic and not laugh with you. He thought you had the most intriguing laugh that was always paired with you captivating smile. It was a wonderful night filled with laughter and affection.

After dinner, you two decided to take a walk on the beach. You both took of your shoes, and walked along the shore. He intertwined his hand with yours again, and you playfully swung your arms back and forth. Bucky laughed at your little childish act and stopped in his tracks. You kept walking until you realized that he wasn’t standing next to you.

“What?” You smiled at him, bubbly from the alcohol.

Bucky looked at you with soft eyes, a small smile traced across his face. “I’m just admiring how beautiful you look.” He walked towards you and wrapped his hands around your waist, the coolness of his metal hand seeping through your dress. You didn’t mind it, yet goosebumps trailed across your arms. Bucky noticed and began to pull away, but you didn’t let him.

“it’s okay, I don’t mind.” You looked up into his eyes, them moved your gaze to his full lips. He did the same. You moved your hands from his warm chest to wrap around his neck and pulled him down to you. Your lips softly touched his and he poured himself into the kiss. He pulled away slightly, leaving a tingling sensation on your lips. A smirk drew across his face before colliding with you again. His hands on your waist drew up your spine, sending a shiver throughout your body. This time you pulled away, and looked deeply into his eyes like there was an answer to a question you’d been asking.

He pulled you into his chest and kissed you head. The warmth of his body enveloped you, it felt like home. He smelled of cologne, cotton, with a hint of alcohol. You took it all in, the smell imprinting into your mind.

With a chuckle and his super soldier strength, he threw you over his shoulder and walked into the water. You laughed and thrashed around in his arms, not wanting to get soaking wet. He gently put you down in about shin deep water and you kicked water up at him. He gaped at your action and terrified that he was going to throw you in the water your started running away from him. The water made it harder to run, and Bucky caught up to you. He grabbed your waist from behind and lifted you up. You both burst into a fit of laughter and he carried you back to the shore.

For a long time you stood there on the beach with Bucky, going between kissing, laughing, and the quiet moments where he just held you close to him. With you, all of the fears of his past faded away. He wanted you in his life, and he wanted to make you happy.

When you both realized how late it was getting, Bucky picked you up bridal style while holding your heels so all you had to do was hang on. The bottom of his pants and the hem of your dress were both wet and sand covered. Neither of you cared, both of you were just in pure bliss because of the night.

He drove back to the tower, the ride back was silent. No words were needed. He rested his hand on your thigh and you traced patterns on his forearm the whole ride home.

When you arrived back at the tower, Bucky walked you back to your room. The tower was silent, everyone else seemed to be fast asleep.

“Well, this is me,” you said, pointing to your door. “Thank you for the wonderful night Bucky. I hope we can do this again.” You smiled and took his hand in yours. He pulled you into him and placed his hand on your hips.

“I do too. F/N, i hope we can be something more. I really like you, and I’ve had feelings for you since the day I met you. You make me feel whole again. We can take this one step at a time. Whatever you need, I’ll be there for you. I care about you F/N.”

He pulled a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Bucky, I- I really like you too. I want to be something more with you. You make me so happy; happier than anyone else could ever make me.” He cupped your face with his hand and kissed you passionately before you could say anything else. Your arms that were around his neck messed up his neat hair as you ran your fingers through it. He pulled away, kissed you on the temple, and hugged you for what felt like forever. It was the kinda of feeling where you didn’t want it to stop. He let you go, and you put your hand on the door knob.

He kissed you on the head, and whispered just loud enough for you to hear, “Goodnight, my love.” He flashed you a smile before walking down the hall, disappearing around the corner. You laughed at the little trail of sand he left behind him.

“Goodnight Bucky,” you whispered in the air, even though there was nobody that could hear you. You opened your door and went inside, closing it behind you. You slept good that night, dreaming of Bucky and the future you two could have together.

After Bucky dropped you off at your room, and you went inside, the rest of the team peered around the corner that led to your hallway. They were like teenagers, high fiving and giggling at what they saw. They spied on you the whole night, glad with the outcome.

“Barton, you owe me a training session where I get to kick your ass.” Natasha snickered and Clint groaned. They were betting on whether Bucky would confess his feeling to you, Natasha winning the bet with a yes. Steve dispersed everyone back to their rooms, trying to make sure that their little operation would remain unknown.

Everyone in the tower slept good that night, knowing that you and Bucky were getting together.

Drifting off to sleep, Bucky was rid of his nightmares that night. Instead, you were the one filling in his dreams. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, knowing you were finally apart of his life.

Long Nights (Pietro Maximoff x reader)

Hey guys! My Steve imagine seems to be well received so I decided I’d write some more :)

PSA: your gift has its cons which are vivid nightmares and pietro always comes to calm you down.

You discovered your gift when you were 12. You knew something was always different about you, you always seemed to know what was going to happen next. It was almost a gut feeling that day. When you were at home with your family having dinner, you suddenly had this inclination to get everyone out of the house. You tried telling them that something didn’t feel right and that you all should leave, but they wouldn’t listen. Something began to well up inside you and an image of your house in flames flashed before your eyes. You couldn’t believe what you just saw and you ran out of the house breathless. You didn’t stop, you ran down your street and kept going. Your side cramped and you fell to your knees. You looked back at your home that was barely in your view when a flash of light collided with it. You heard the explosion and saw the flames and burst into tears. That was the day you realized you could sense when something bad was going to happen just a few moments before it did. But, it gave you enough time to change it, to avoid that reality. When you found out it was H.Y.D.R.A. that had bombed your house, you vowed that you would use your gift for good and never leave anyone behind ever again.

Now you were 22, living in New York as an Avenger. Tony picked you up just 4 years ago after Loki’s attack on the Big Apple. You had seen an image of Pepper falling off of the Stark Tower and saved her before she did. Tony couldn’t have thank you enough and decided you were capable of saving many people.

Images of your family laying dead, along with countless people who you weren’t able to save in you life flashed in your head. You screamed and yelled, thrashing in between your sheets. Someone came bursting through your door and places their hands on your shoulders.

“F/N! Wake up! It’s just a nightmare. F/N, wake up!” They shook you awake, but not knowing who it was, you fought back. Your eyes shot open as you were subconsciously shoving at their chest for them to get off of you.

“Pietro! Pietro.. there was- and I couldn’t-” you started to sob into him.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay now. It was only a nightmare. I’m here. I’ll always be here.” Your head was resting on his chest and your hands were wrapped around his waist and you could feel his sculpted abs against you. His steady heartbeat calmed you down and you finally stopped crying. He didn’t mind that it was three in the morning, if you needed him here, he wanted to be here.

You finally relaxed your body and looked up at him with a tear stained face. “Thank you Pietro. You’re always here, every night I have a nightmare. You know I feel bad for keeping you up like this.”

Pietro looked down at you and smiled. “Oh, draga. I do not mind. It is an excuse for me to hold you.” He spoke in his raspy voice hat he always had when he just woke up. He chuckled a little, in that way that always made you swoon.

You sat up in your bed and put your arms around his neck. Even in the dark, his icy blue eyes glowed. His hair was a stringy mess and you smiled. He had his arms around your waist.

When Pietro became an avenger, you instantly clicked. When you told him about what your gift did to you, he told you that he would be the one to be there through it all. You flirted all the time, but neither of you confessed what you were feeling.

“Pietro, I..”

“F/N, I have been wanting to tell you this,” he looked across the room and you could tell there was a slight blush to his pale skin, “I care about you. More than I care for most people. You are so special to me. I want to be with you. And not just when you are having nightmares. I want to be able to lay with you at night and hold you to prevent them all together. F/N, I love you.”

Your heart swelled and you had butterflies in your stomach. Pietro was waiting for you to say something, but you had this huge smile on your face. “I- I love you too Pietro. That’s all I’ve been doing for all these months. You’re the person I see my future with. I want to be with you. I love you so much.”

He looked deeply into you E/C eyes and then down at your lips. He slowly pulled you to him, his hand cupping your face. Your lips collided into a sweet kiss, sending fireworks off in your head. You pulled away and pulled him down on the bed with you. You rested your head on his chest, your leg wrapped around him. He stroked your hair and whispered sweet nothings in your ear to drift you back to sleep. He placed one last kiss on your head before you both fell asleep in each other’s arm.

Before your eyes, images of you and Pietro flashed. They were of you on dates, spending time with each other, and getting married. the last image was of you pregnant and Pietro being on his knees, talking to your unborn child, fascinated with the fact that there was a little human inside of you and that he was the proud father. You smiled once more and snuggled closer to him. Everything was going to be alright, as long as you had him.

Whatcha think? Was that good? I’m actually proud of this one haha.