A/N: I don’t know what happened. It’s incredibly long… but I had fun ;) Since I don’t have anything better, this is my gift for 2.5k Thank you all so much ♥
“Are you serious?”
“No, I’m Wanda,” your friend replied with a proud smirk.
You rubbed the spot between your eyes where you could feel a headache coming. Wanda was in charge of Natasha’s bachelorette party. You were supposed to spend the evening in a fancy restaurant, but clearly Wanda had other plans.
“I love it!” Natasha took your hand and made you follow her.
You paid the entry fee and walked into the strip club. It was noisy and surprisingly bright. You cringed as the smell of alcohol hit your nose. Wanda gave you her best innocent smile and looped her arm through yours.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Featuring: Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel Barton Rating: Teens and Up Summary: Reader and Steve find a quiet moment together while they babysit Clint’s children. Words Count: 1.2k Genre: Fluff! Warnings: Steve being a dork and it’s set before Captain America: Civil War. A massive thank you to @punkrockhippiefromthefourties for helping me.
Ah, Clint’s homestead. Something every superhero alive in this world would love to have. A stable home. A real home, with your own bed that wasn’t going to crack under another attack. A real home where you could have a nice warm shower that wouldn’t be interrupted because you were needed to save lives again. Feeling free, no duties and just a happy family to live with, that was what you aspired to get once in your lifetime.
Babysitting the kids was another story. Your friend Laura had asked you to watch after her three children while she would enjoy a date with her husband in town. You couldn’t say no, Clint was away most of the time in the year and you knew they needed romantic moments together because you felt yourself living the same story with your boyfriend Steve.
Steve. Watching after two kids and a baby wasn’t an easy task for the super soldier. Even if he was a great tactician in the field, changing a diaper or feeding Cooper, Lila and Nathaniel wasn’t the same thing and had been ridiculously difficult for him.
Request:Can you write a Bucky x reader, where reader has bought a new car and they decide to take a road trip with Steve and Sam, but a cop pulls them over and asks her some questions like ‘is this your car?’ assuming it was stolen, then asks Bucky and Steve if they’re safe and demands to check her car. It’s just basically a messy situation. @mazuru7
After years of saving and responsible decisions you finally had enough money to afford your dream car. The car you’d been drooling over since high school. You went to the dealership with Steve and Bucky because it was common knowledge that dealerships try to pull less shit if you have a man with you. You weren’t taking any shit so you brought two men who beat people up for a living. Bucky put an arm over your shoulder as you waited for the guy to come back with paperwork and keys. You looked up at him absolutely giddy with anticipation for your new car. He smiled down at you; he knew how much this meant to you and he was proud you were finally getting the car your heart desired.
“This is it doll,” Bucky spoke.
“I know,” you grinned up at him, “We should go on a road trip this weekend and really see what this baby can do.”
“You really want to put a bunch of miles on your new car?” Steve questioned.
“Steve, your old guy is showing. Why buy a car if not to put miles on it? It’s not the miles it’s the driver, and I am gonna take good care of my baby.”
That weekend you loaded snacks into the backseat for a trip down to Virginia Beach. Bucky loaded up everything else, he had refused to do more than one trip so he was carrying an ungodly amount of bags.
“Well look at you Hercules,” you teased as he put things in the back of the car.
“ Are you sure you want to drive?” he asked, ignoring your teasing.
“Yes I’m sure, Bucky. You’re just itching to get behind the wheel and I ain’t gon’ let you.”
“Is that right?” he leaned down closer to you, getting in your face as if to really scrutinize your expression and decide if you meant what you said. However, as he got closer his gaze kept dropping down to your lips.
“That is right, Sergeant Barnes. You’re never ever gonna drive my baby. I love this car more than I love anything in this world.”
“You are such a brat,” he laughed, pulling you close to him by your waist and pressing his lips to yours. Reflexively, your hands went up to cradle his face, his stubble scratching the palm of your hand.
“Hey are you guys gonna suck face the entire trip?” Sam asked. Bucky’s grip on your waist tightened as he turned the both of you quickly and dipped you, continuing to kiss you passionately. You were smiling into the kiss, used to his antics to spite Sam. He was smiling too and as he broke the kiss he looked down at you with his usual gaze of love and admiration before pulling you back up.
“Alright love birds if you want to get to Virginia anytime soon we should be heading out,” Steve chided throwing the last bag in the car. You smile hurrying to the driver’s seat ready to start the journey. Bucky sat beside you as a navigator, Steve and Sam were in the back. Steve was in charge of snacks while Sam had music. The three bickered back and forth often asking you to weigh in on their quarrels.
“But your dear boyfriend put nair in my shampoo!” Sam yelled.
“Oh my god, and he’s still alive?!” you exclaimed laughing.
“He did it before he left for a mission,” Sam explained.
“Well you couldn’t have been that upset, you didn’t do anything about it.”
“Yes he did,” Bucky interjected.
“Icy Hot in his underwear,” Sam responded triumphantly.
“Oh my god is that why you refused to have sex with me that one day?” you asked. Bucky only nodded. You glanced in the rearview mirror at Sam who looked more than satisfied with himself. Steve on the other hand looked like a tired mother of two at her wits end.
“Is this what you deal with at work?” you asked him.
“Oh that and much more,”Steve sighed.
“I feel for you, Cap.” you turned your attention back to the ever-stretching highway while the men in your car continued to bicker about past pranks. You were an hour out from the beach when the police car behind you turned on its siren. You glanced down at the speedometer to see if you were speeding. You were not and there were no traffic laws broken, so that left you to wonder what the hell was going. You turned on your hazard lights and went over to the shoulder lane.
“Grab my insurance papers out of the glove box would you?” you asked Bucky, your voice dropped to a forced calm. He grabbed the papers while you pulled your wallet out of the arm rest and got your license. You had both easily accessible when the police officer walked up to your window.
“Good afternoon, officer,” you greeted forcing a smile on your face.
“Afternoon. Can I see your license and registration?”
You handed them over immediately. He scrutinized your papers then your face as if he expected the papers to be fraudulent.
“Do you know how fast you were going?”
“Yes I do, sir,” you nodded. He hummed glaring at you, you stared back with a deceptively friendly gaze.
“Would you get out of the car?” he asked.
“Why is she getting out of the car?” Bucky demanded, putting a hand on your wrist to stop you from getting out.
“There’s a search out for a car exactly like this. So I’m gonna say it again, Miss. Please step out of the car.”
You did as he said and stood out side of your car.
“Is this your vehicle ma’am?”
“Yes, sir, it is.”
He looked past you to the men in your car, “Are you guys okay?” he asked.
“We’re fine. I’d like my girlfriend to get back in the car, and for us to continue our drive.”
“I’m sorry I can’t do that. I’m gonna run her license number, be sure she is who she says she is,” he cut a side eye to you. You watched Bucky’s hand clench in a fist and he looked about ready to blow. You thought for sure he was going to get out of the car and make the situation even worse. In your worry for Bucky you’d stopped paying attention to the officer. He grabbed your arm and yanked you around to look at him.
“I will put you in jail, do you hear me?” he growled at you, and you wondered what part of the one sided conversation you had missed. Three doors seemed to open in the car simultaneously.
“Get your hands off of her!” Bucky yelled, and Sam put a hand on Bucky’s chest to keep him from doing something stupid. Unfortunately he couldn’t stop Steve who broke the officer’s grip on you.
“What’s your badge number, officer?” Steve spit out glaring at the man.
“Steve,”you warned. The officer pushed Steve back.
“There’s an APB out for this car model. No way she bought this car so which one of you does this belong to?”
“It’s hers!” Steve yelled back, surging forward to attack but you wedged yourself in between them.
“Hey, man,” Sam called out, “Everything’s good here just let us go,” Sam was preoccupied holding Bucky back. You looked back at the police officer hoping by some miracle he wouldn’t be too preoccupied by the color of you and Sam’s skin to listen. The officer glared at all of you and it occurred to you that these were superheroes.
“Steve, show him your Avenger’s ID,” you requested straining your neck to look up at him. He grabbed his wallet from his pocket and pulled the ID out. It was enough to make the officer begrudgingly walk away and get back in his car, not without throwing your license at you carelessly. You caught Steve again keeping him from attacking the officer. After the cop car drove away you let out breath out that you hadn’t been aware you were holding. You also let go of Steve and got back in the car. Everyone followed suit after a while and you continued the journey to the beach. There was silence for a long time in the car, you glanced over at Bucky. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as he silently seethed. You reached over and gave his knee a pat.
“It’s alright, Buck,” you murmured.
“It’s not alright,” he snapped.
“You’re right. But it wasn’t worth a fight.”
“Yes it was.”
“Are you gonna fight every time someone is an asshole to me?”
“Ideally,” he nodded. You laughed a little at that shaking your head.
“I’m sending a complaint,” Steve announced as he looked down at his phone, “I got his license plate number.”
You scoffed, “Come on we’re gonna have a great time at the beach. Don’t let one asshole ruin the mood.”
“What if we weren’t with you?” Bucky demanded.
“Well I’m glad you were,” you settled.
“But what if?” he insisted.
You sighed, dropping your happy bravado, “Who knows? At best, I’d be in jail, at worst I’d be…,” you paused letting the thought trail off, “ but I don’t want to think about that, kay? I already know what this life is like for me, I don’t need to live in fear too. Let’s just be grateful I wasn’t alone and that I had the best of the Avengers to look out for me.”
Bucky took a deep breath trying to quell his anger. You took his hand and rubbed soothing circles on the back of it with your thumb. There was another moment of silence but this time it was much more comfortable.
“You dumbasses were gonna fight a cop on the side of the highway,” Sam laughed breaking the silence and coaxing a rueful laugh from the rest of you. Soon enough most of the tension had passed, but Bucky kept you close the entire time you were at the beach. It occurred to you that he had really been scared for you, so you didn’t say anything. You just let him hold you.
Imagine you’re hanging out with Steve, because he is as close to Bucky as you think you can get, but Bucky is jealous of the time you spend with Steve. Steve knows exactly what’s going on and with the help of Tony, he decides the best course of action is to lock you two in the Tower’s elevator until you get with the program.
——— Request for anon ———
“I can’t believe it broke down,” you huff, roughly pressing the elevator’s button one last time in the hope that it would start up again. “I was gonna’ get lunch with Steve, so maybe he’ll come searching for us.” Little did you know, both he and Tony had coordinated this breakdown, hoping to force both you and Bucky to admit your hidden feelings for one another.
“When are you and Steve going to start dating, already?” Bucky asks, his voice having a cutting edge laced with anger.
"Steve?” you frown, “I’m not interested in Steve! We’re just friends!”
“Well, with how you’re practically connected at the hip with him, that’s hard to believe!” Bucky replies in annoyance, the small area of the elevator making his voice sound louder than it really was.
With an exasperated huff, you respond before you think, “I spend extra time with Steve because you’ll most likely be there!”
HAHA okay so I found this flash game where you get to design your own urban chic doll and since I’m pretty much Marvel trash I decided why not create styles inspired by the Avengers. And so these were the results, you can pretty much guess who’s who.
Original request from @fandom-rpblog: Hey can I make a request? Can you write one in where after the events of winter soldier, (ignoring civil war as I haven’t seen it yet), Bucky has been re-introduced to the world and is recovering slowly and he and reader are sort of a thing as she was the one who found him after the events of winter soldier and she find out she is pregnant and fluff, and stuff. Please.
Note: So we have now reached the end of this story. I had so much fun writing this and all the feedback and comments I got from you all was absolutely amazing so thank you! <3 I love each and every one of you! (I have a feeling that I missed someone off the story tag list. I remember someone asking to be on it but couldn’t find the ask to get their username so I apologise to whoever it was if they’re not on the list.)
Bucky x Pregnant!Reader
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators
As the door opened you wasted no time
in wrapping your hand around the edge of it to prevent him from closing it
should he change his mind about letting you inside and then you stepped foot
inside his room. You couldn’t see his face as he had his back turned towards
you but the scan picture was no longer on the floor near the door, or anywhere
else nearby for that matter, so you could only assume that he was still holding
“Buck I understand that you hate me for
what I did. I should have been honest with you from the start but I…..I didn’t
want to hurt the man who had given me reason to wake up on a morning.”
At your words he turned himself around
to face you and that was when you saw first-hand just what you had done to him.
The bags under his eyes were so dark they could easily have been mistaken for
black eyes and tears he had cried had stained his cheeks. It broke your heart
to see him in such a state but before you could say anything else he spoke
“What do you mean I gave you a reason
to wake up on a morning?”
You had never spoken to him about your
life before you met, at least not in great detail anyway, so when he voiced his
question you felt your nerves beginning to set in as an awkward lump formed
deep inside your throat. One that didn’t seem to disappear no matter how many
times you swallowed down onto it.
“Are those bruises?” Steve questioned pointing at your neck. Turning red you quickly tried to cover up the mark Bucky had left on your skin last night.
“It’s nothing don’t worry about it” you replied attempting to dodge the question. However Steve who raised an eyebrow at your response didn’t seem to be having it.
“Really okay… so you and Bucky were hanging out last night huh?”.
“Steve!” You replied instantly “can you please stop it”.
It was impossible for you to be anymore flustered then you were right now. Bucky’s best friend asking you about hickeys that he had left, that was about as awkward as it could get.
“Okay I understand” Steve said shaking his head. Thank god that was over.
I bet Steve looks so f u c k i n cute when he sleeps- his hair is all messy as he wriggles around in bed and his skin is dented with the lines of his pillow and Tony just…,,, gently traces the dips n curves where the sunlight hits with the tips of his fingers bc. Holy shit Steve is like,,, like the smell of dust after rain and the feel of silk against your skin and the first crisp page of a new book and every other beautiful thing in the world that Tony cannot for the life of him think of right now because. Steve is right there and for whatever reason the universe has let Tony just. Be With Him.
louve-noir: Hi! First of all….I LOVE sites like yours. We as black women are underrepresented in fanfiction. May I have a Steve x reader? I would like the reader to work at the Avengers tower with Tony. She and Steve are really good friends and she tries to help him with Sharon but really she likes him. Can Bucky realize she likes Steve & tries to help the reader tell me.
“Buck, this for sure shouldn’t rust. Sorry that dumbass over there decided to make your arm out of iron.” I say glaring at Tony who was busying himself by improving one of his suits.
“Well he shouldn’t of killed my parents huh?” Tony says, not even looking away from his work.
There was silence as Bucky’s face hardened and I didn’t know how to respond.
Instead I tapped him on the knee, “You’re all good Buck. I’ll see you later for beers with the guys at 8.”
He silently nodded, giving me a small smile before leaving the lab.
“Tony I’m done with the modifications for Peter’s suit. So I’m gonna go ahead and head out. Don’t forget to sleep at least five hours and to eat dinner.” I tell him, packing up my things.
“Alright, mom.” He says sarcastically with a salut and I nod with a smile.
I then make my way home quickly in order to freshen up before meeting Sam, Bucky and Steve for our weekly beer and pizza night at our favorite pub.
Once home, I take a quick shower and try to do something with my type 4c hair before giving up and letting it do what it wants.
“What to wear? What to wear?” I say to my cat, Dima.
Dima just looks up at me with his jade green eyes while I continue to look through my drawers for something to wear.
“Well I don’t want to wear something too casual since I’m already thought of as one of the guys. But I don’t want to look like I’m putting in too much of an effort. Even though I do want to impress Steve.” I say to the black cat that continues to look at me bored.
In the end, I decide to wear a black body con dress with a red flannel tied around my waist and my adidas superstars. Then I finish the look with some mascara and red lipstick that matched my flannel. This wasn’t that dressed up…at least it wasn’t for me.
Seeing that it was already 7:50, I go ahead and call an uber.
Once I arrive to the pub, I see the three men sitting at a table in the corner. It was pretty hard not to miss the two super soldiers and the almost equally muscular Sam. A seat beside Steve was conveniently left empty for me.
“There she is!” Sam says, getting up to give me a side hug.
“Hey! What’s up?” I hug him back, before hugging Bucky and Steve and taking a seat.
God Steve smelled incredible as always. Honestly I was surprised that I was into Steve. He was different from what I usually went for—the bad boy type like Bucky, or the fashionable and street kind. But it didn’t really matter because it was obvious that he was way too into Sharon to notice me and besides, I’m not one to chase. Not to mention, he only thought of me as one of his good friends.
“You look great, what’s the occasion?” Bucky asks with a knowing smirk.
He was able to catch onto my crush on Steve although his best friend couldn’t.
“Boy, what you mean? I always look good.” I say flipping my hair for extra effect while Steve and Sam laugh.
Steve then pushes me a glass of dark liquid.
“Whiskey and Coke?” I ask excitedly.
“Of course, doll. And with an extra shot of whiskey. You’re the only girl I know that can handle this much whiskey.” He looks over at me with his piercing blue eyes.
“Well it comes with being a southern girl.” I say, emphasizing my south southern accent.
Sam then coughs, breaking Steve and I from our conversation.
“So you never finished telling us about your awkward encounter with Sharon.” Sam says with a slight laugh.
My face falls ever so slightly, but it isn’t missed by Bucky.
“It wasn’t awkward. I just don’t know what to say after we—“ Steve trails off.
“Kissed?” Sam finishes, not noticing that I didn’t really want to hear this conversation.
“I mean what do you say or do after that? Buck, surely you know.” Steve looks over at Bucky who was quietly listening and observing me.
“Steve, you know I don’t know today’s dames.” He shrugs and his eyes dart to me quickly.
Steve suspiciously looks from Bucky to me before deciding to brush it off.
“What do you think, Y/n?” He asks as I take a sip of my drink.
I’m gonna need a couple if this turns into another, help me with Sharon night.
“I don’t know. Just be normal and maybe ask her about the kiss casually? Don’t want to embarrass yourself if it meant more to you than her.” I say before I can stop myself and immediately feel like slapping myself in the back of the head for being stupid and giving him advice to get the girl I don’t want him with.
I can tell that Bucky feels the same as he looks at me with a deadpanned expression.
“Yeah, you’re right! I’m glad to have such a good friend like you, doll.” He says, side hugging me and I smile a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes.
The night continues on with laughter, fake smiles (on my part), and funny stories from missions and before you know it, it’s about 10:30.
“I guess I better go. Gotta get up bright and early to help Tony tomorrow.” I stand and hug everyone goodbye.
“Hey, let me walk you home.” Bucky says getting up, causing Sam and Steve to look at us curiously.
Bucky and I were somewhat close compared to the rest of the avengers but I was still much closer to Sam and Steve since Bucky was just now opening up and going back to being himself.
“Alright?” I sort of ask as I link arms with Bucky as we walk out of the pub.
Once we’ve exited, Bucky stops us and looks at me.
“What the hell was that, Y/n? You’re obviously into the punk and you give him advice for another girl?” He huffs and runs a hand through his hair.
“Buck, he’s not into me. So why try? I’m not little miss perfect, blonde haired, blue eyed Sharon Carter.” I roll my eyes.
“That’s because he’s too stupid to see the tall, dark eyed, smooth skinned, beauty with cool hair.” Bucky says, building me up as we continue walking to my place and I can’t help but smile wide.
“Why do you want me with him so bad?” I ask, suspiciously.
Everyone liked perfect Sharon. Nat and Wanda invited her in our girls nights (which I stopped attending), Tony liked bantering with her, as did Sam, and Clint liked to spar with her and teach her to shoot arrows. I on the other hand didn’t like to be around to see how perfect she was and be jealous that I wasn’t the same.
“I just feel like you’re a better fit for him. You need someone who’s respectful and kind, and he needs someone more exciting that’ll keep him on his toes. Besides, I just like you more.” He shrugs an arm over my shoulder as we continue walking.
I ponder over what he said as we walk up to my apartment building.
“I get that you want me to be with Steve but I’m no Sharon and I have to deal with that. Thanks for walking me home, Buck.” I hug the super soldier around the neck and he hugs back cautiously, still afraid of hurting me with his arm.
“I don’t know. He looked pretty jealous when I was looking at you and offered to walk you home. But anyway, goodnight doll.” He smiles before turning on his heel and walking towards the tower.
@louve-noir this is just part one. I’ll have part two out tomorrow probably :)
A/N: I made a masterlist for Chameleon in case you guys need it :)
P.S.: I gotta start working on a synopsis so people will be more interested in reading Chameleon. Am I right?
You were locked in a room where the lights weren’t very strong but still you could see the woman right in front of you. It was small in there, but you didn’t know if it was for the space that was actually just a janitor’s closet or because Natasha’s presence built this huge sexual tension between the two of you.
“I thought you were more professional than this.” you said awarding a rough ‘shh’ from the agent.
“This is the most private room in this tower. Friday can hear us everywhere so if you are trying to keep this conversation safe from Tony, we better make it discreet.” she was speaking dangerously close to your face.
Natasha dragged you to the janitor’s closet right after you left the gym where you made sure not to transform into anybody else just to avoid any other camera flagrant of you other than the one last time.
“We could just have gone to a cafe or some-” and once again Natasha interrupted you.
“This is not a date, Y/N.” she thought you were being way too silly. She liked you though.
Before you could even excuse yourself, she had a penetrating look in your eyes, ready to start an interrogatory. Well, you weren’t ready for it, you had no idea what her questions would be about. Of course agent Romanoff would start off asking the basic about your powers, about the things that she had seen yesterday. After that, you couldn’t imagine what way would this conversation take.
You surely wanted to be more accepted, that was the whole point in blending right? But it wasn’t in your plans to in a single shot open up yourself to the Black Widow. This situation made you then think that maybe it was a huge mistake to have copied her DNA during your first training session. But well, it was too late now, Y/N.
Could you organize better your thoughts? You wanted to be accepted but also preserve your privacy. Both could happen but it would be very difficult since everybody had their eyes on you and still didn’t trust you at all. It most probably would get much worse after knowing you could copy their DNAs. Maybe Bruce Banner would just adore you and try using you as an experiment. Stay away from him, was your mental note.
“What did you do to look just like me yesterday? Don’t spare me the details.” Natasha asked going straight to the point. You swallowed the lump in your throat that instantly came back.
You weren’t scared of Natasha, you were just afraid she would be able to make you talk too much. You had to filter well everything you had to say, you didn’t need anybody knowing what had happened in the past even if it was quite long ago.
“I don’t actually know how it happens but I basically can copy your DNA through the touch.” you explained taking hold of the situation and bettering your posture not to look inferior to Natasha.
“What about my fighting skills? How did you copy them as well?” she crossed her arms drawing some attention to her cleavage. You kept your eyes on hers and fought not to feel the room too small again.
“I get some information from you too.” you started explaining. “I never had any scientific explanation to how things works, but I can get through your mind somehow. I copy the things people do, their personality… It’s like wearing a costume and being an amazing actress.” you tried to light up the mood. It was getting heavier and heavier, someone needed to do something.
“You invaded my privacy.” she complained. Natasha started not to like your talents.
“I didn’t go very far.” you went back to explaining. “I don’t break in, I don’t, I don’t- You wouldn’t understand. Nobody ever does. But don’t be afraid, it’s not like I can read your mind and know your secrets…”
Natasha wanted to believe in your words and she had no reason to doubt you. Y/N, you could do amazing things with your power, as well as destroy an entire civilization, but you never did. You wouldn’t ever do. You always had a kind heart, a raw soul, a little bit of love and hope in your life, you were a nice person, full of kindness and virtues, you just didn’t know. And if you yourself, didn’t know how incredible you were as well as were your powers, how could the others see it?
Yes, Professor Xavier knew, also Nick Fury knew. But to have a majority of people knowing who you are, who your heart turns you into, you had to be the essence and not a consequence of the middle. But you were only going to learn that in the future.
“I think you need to be studied.” Natasha came up with this idea. “To see what you’re really capable of and-”
“What? No. This is not happening. Im not a mouse, Natasha.”
“Bruce wouldn’t treat you like a mouse.”
“Bruce? No. Nobody is going to study me. And do you remember what I told you? If they know about my shit, they will hate me. Do you like knowing I can easily copy you? No, you don’t. Now imagine someone like Sam Wilson that already hates me. What about Tony? He would lock me somewhere deep inside under the earth. And-” of course Natasha interrupted you one more time.
“Y/N.” she held your face in her both hands making you look right into her eyes. This was probably the sweetest thing she has ever done to anyone besides kissing Bruce Banner which was another case. “We are a team. Stark can hate you, and Sam too, but they have hearts.”
Yes they have hearts. Well, they were humans after all. And they had no reason to hate you, did they? You were just a stranger, yes, but there was no real reason to write your name down on their black list. They didn’t even give you a chance to be nice to them or to prove that you were an Avenger as Sam doubted.
Avenger. Still two days here and so far you had no good opinion in being an Avenger. You needed something to flip you upside down and make you see things differently, to make you feel like a superhero. But this thing was still yet to come.
“I know you don’t wanna trust anyone, I felt that myself. Nobody seems reliable. But at least trust me.” she almost smiled to you. She held it back not to be too sweet to you, she had a reputation to conserve.
You stared into her eyes for long seconds holding your breath before you could answer. You wanted to say no, to keep things the way they were. But her voice echoed in your mind, we are a team. Unable to say anything, you nodded. You nodded because hiding would be too hard, because talking in the janitor’s room wasn’t comfortable, because you wanted to be respected, because you wanted people to understand you at least. Because you wanted Bucky to have more reasons to smile to you…
Natasha opened the door of the closet and took a look to check if anyone was around. Nobody. She stepped out closing the door behind her and a few seconds after you got out too. She was nowhere to be seen. You decided to go to your room and take a shower, prepare yourself for the day.
You never imagined that you would ever see Mr. Bucky Barnes need some help to lubricate his metal arm. It was funny but you behaved yourself in front of him and Stark’s assistant that took care of Bucky’s metal arm. She left the room leaving the two of you alone.
“I didn’t know you needed oil on your arm.” you said creating small talk with Bucky. He smiled. Seemed as he liked doing it, at least to you.
“I know this is high-tech but sometimes it sounds like opening a door of a haunted house.” he laughed and you did too.
Bucky sat next to you and noticed how tense you were. He thought it was because of him, he always thought he made people tense. His metal arm is pretty intimidating and being a cyborg as he felt he was, wasn’t very approaching. He didn’t want you to think he was weird, that he was dangerous even though he kinda was. He wanted you to like him, that was one of the reasons he smiled to you whenever he could.
“Did you have breakfast already?” the man asked but not looking at you. He was still getting rid of the thought of you scared of him, tense because of his presence.
“No. You?” he denied waving his head.
“Wanna go to this coffee shop around the corner? They have the best black coffee, and fresh croissant every morning.” you were going to say yes but not before remembering Natasha’s line when she said This is not a date, Y/N., when you told her to have your meeting somewhere else, somewhere like a cafe.
You didn’t know if coffee shops were a date place only to Natasha, but somewhere deep inside of you, you also wanted it to be to Bucky too. You smiled to the beautiful man next to you and said yes.
Before you could even get up from the couch, Bruce Banner shows at the door with a concerned look. He was looking for you but also for Natasha that shortly showed up from behind him.
“I think we should have a chat now.” Natasha said and it was the signal for you to discreetly go to Bruce’s lab and talk privately to him. With a exception of Friday that could hear you everywhere but would only release info if someone asked for it which none of you was counting to happen.
You looked at Bucky that had a confused looked until realizing that something was going on and it seemed pretty important, not to say complicated. He wondered if you were in trouble. Usually when shit would happen, either Bruce or Tony would be the ones to fix the damage. That’s what made Bucky turn back to you and ask:
“Is everything alright?” it sounded concerned the way he talked to you. The soldier really didn’t want you to be in any bad situation, he really had only positive things to wish to you.
“Yes, everything is fine.” you assured him but he didn’t believe a word you said. He took a better look at you and your tense arms made him wonder if again it was because of him or the sudden appearance of Bruce in the room.
“Are you sure?” he asked again this time annoying Natasha for taking you too long to just get up and follow them.
You are not a mouse, Y/N. You repeated to yourself. You knew you were not a mouse, you knew you weren’t an experiment, but did they know? In an act of instinct, you held Bucky’s hand and he held it back. Tight enough to make you feel somehow safe. The soldier was holding you for dear life at this moment.
“Can you come with me?”
The lab was full of things you didn’t know what were their use. You wondered if Bruce would try to use his weird tools on you, you hoped not. Bucky still held your hand and in no way it felt awkward. You needed support and even though you trusted Natasha, you didn’t trust Natasha and Bruce together. You knew well how a bad combination of people could do bad things, life had thought you that. So there you were, the four of you in the lab, doors locked.
“So what is this meeting about?” asked Bruce all shy. You didn’t believe his shyness; he was a scientist, he was probably a lunatic and not a shy guy, thought you.
“Y/N is a mutant.”
“What?” Bucky and Bruce reacted to Natasha’s words equally. It would be funny if the moment wasn’t of tension.
“Y/N?” Bucky called your name wanting to have something from you. An explanation of course.
“She’s right.” your voice was low and inferior to Natasha’s. You started feeling like a mouse already. “You know what, I’m fine with my mutants skills, okay? I don’t even know why I’m here. I don’t need help.”
“I’m sure you need help, Y/N.” Natasha spoke louder than you trying to convince you one more time that you needed Bruce.
“First of all, we need to make sure you are not as destructive as Hulk can be. And if you so, we need to control it. Not offence, Banner.” Nat was spitting out the truth. “I’m afraid of what else you can do but anyhow we also need to know how far you can go.”
The agent held your shoulders and squeezed them but her touch didn’t make Bucky move an inch from you. Always holding your hand and sometimes you would tighten your grip.
“And last but not least, you need a suit.” just the thought of having a suit disgusted you.
“Can we be more clear here? What does Y/N exactly do?” asked the scientist. He was just confused as the soldier but the latter was too focused on feeling your touch.
“Yesterday when we were training, I asked Y/N to show me what she knew, and apparently she knows how to copy DNAs.” agent Romanoff still didn’t make it clear to Bruce.
“I turn into other people. I take their DNAs and just… Change. I don’t know. It just happens, it is like-”
“That is… Incredible.” said Bruce with the best impressed facial expression he had. “Can I- Can I see it?”
“I’m not gonna do it again.”
“They need to see it, Y/N.” Nat, for the hundredth time, tried to convince you to do what she suggested.
“Okay, you don’t have to do it. Not now. But talk more, what else do you do?” the questions Bruce was asking were the same as Natasha’s earlier that day. You had to repeat everything again and it felt unpleasant. What a situation you put yourself into.
“Bruce, she fought me with my abilities. It was surreal. Y/N not only looked like me but she also acted like me. I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
“This is the kind of case you find in the X-Men.” Banner spoke and you swallowed dry.
You didn’t wanna have anything to do with the X-Men. Just hearing this name made you dizzy and see black spots everywhere. This was all a bad idea and to make it worse Bruce Banner was mentioning the largest group of mutants in the country. You had to do something not put yourself in a worse scenery than this exact one.
“Can’t you check the security cameras?” suggested Nat.
The three of them were behind Bruce’s computer screen waiting for the exact moment you turned into a version of Natasha Romanoff. You were on the other side of the table waiting for them be done with their entertaining show. A few seconds later the three avengers looked up at you and had priceless expressions. You could have snapped a picture of their faces and save it for future occasions.
“Y/N, how- how did it happen?” Bucky looked at you and tried not to check you out from up and down a little scared.
“I just touched Nat and it was enough to clone her.” and you regretted saying this.
Because the second you said it, Bucky instantly looked at his hand, the one he used to hold yours seconds ago before watching the video. He looks up back at you and you could see that he held his hand back, behind the table, somewhere you couldn’t reach. He knew that if you wanted, you had enough time to clone his DNA when you were holding hands anyhow he wanted to preserve himself now that he knew about how you ‘capture information’.
He didn’t want to touch you anymore. Well, he wanted to touch you, yes, but not risk having you cloning him. Did she just do it? The soldier asked himself not wanting you to have already stored his DNA. You couldn’t help but frown from seeing him distancing himself from you.
“Is there a time limit for you to stay in another form?” Banner continued questioning you but you had no mind to answer his questions anymore. You had no will to do anything anymore that day or any other day until Bucky went back to look at you as he did the first day you saw him.
It seemed like he wouldn’t smile to you any time soon. You regretted having him in the lab with you, and regretted talking to the crazy Bruce Banner and psycho Natasha Romanoff. What would you do now that you disappointed the only one that was kind to you?
Bucky decided to leave the room, while Bruce still talked and you didn’t hear him anymore, you had all your senses focused on the soldier that was now passing through the door leaving you behind completely paralyzed, deaf, speechless…
Bucky, wait. Too bad he couldn’t hear your thoughts.
“Kiss me,” Stark mutters; his voice is sharp as it cuts through the din of the crowded party. Steve nearly spits out the Old Fashioned he’s nursing, it’s for appearances mostly -that and Clint has made it his mission to make the drink for Steve at every Avengers get together as a joke. He turns to face the engineer, eyebrow raised.
When Natasha had suggested Stark accompany him on this particular mission Steve had been hesitant to accept; he would admit that Stark was handy in a fight with his armor but this undercover assignment to infiltrate the French Embassy during its annual Holiday party called for subtlety -something Stark certainly wasn’t known for- but the presence of Hydra in France was becoming more and more apparent and Shield had stretched itself thin with its lack of available agents.
“Why aren’t you going? Why suggest Stark?” Steve had huffed as Natasha continued to organize the files and mission dossiers on the conference table. She turned part way to catch Steve’s eye and thwacked the stack of papers together against the table top as she grinned.
“I’m already leaving for another mission, besides,” she turned back to the screen in front of them, “Tony needs some actual field experience and I think he has plenty of potential.”
Steve frowned behind her back and looked up to view the identities they would be assuming while in Europe. Steve would don a darker hair color and be outfitted with a fake beard, something he wasn’t looking forward to, while Stark would simply be going clean shaven.
‘You should be as different from your usual appearances as possible,’ Agent Hill had said earlier; Steve couldn’t help but feel that Tony had gotten the better end of the deal however as he grabbed the box of wash away dye from the table.
“Trust me Steve,” Natasha called as he turned to leave, “he might surprise you.”
“What?” Steve says lowly, coming back to himself with a slight shake, his eyes scan along the growing crowd. Stark feigns scratching at his hidden earpiece and twitches his head to the left, the gesture obvious and glaring; Steve resists the urge to roll his eyes, so much for Natasha’s glowing recommendation.
“Kiss me,” Stark hisses once more and moves around to fully face Steve who finds himself looking down into big brown eyes; his breath catches for a moment. The engineer looks especially different without the patented Tony Stark goatee, younger…softer. Steve rolls his shoulders slightly and refocuses on the hurried words the engineer is muttering while attempting to maintain a small easy grin.
“JARVIS has been monitoring the security feeds,” Tony hums and sips from the martini he’s barely touched all evening, “He’s noticed that woman, green dress -twelve o’clock, has been on our heels all night and hasn’t stopped to put her phone down once.”
Steve nods sharply, his eyes trace the pattern of Tony’s eyelashes; have they always been that long?
“Either she wants to bone down,” Tony pauses once more to smirk and pointedly rake his eyes up and down Steve’s body, “or she’s onto us. We need to throw her off.”
Tony takes the rocks glass from Steve’s hand and deposits it, alongside his own, on a passing waiter’s empty tray; Steve feels his mouth open and slacken as he searches for something, anything, to say. Tony moves forward once more and places one hand on Steve’s chest while the other slips along the line of his jaw, and that…well that’s a rather…pleasant surprise?
The other reason Steve had been hesitant to take on this mission with Tony as his partner, something he hadn’t shared with Natasha -but part of him wondered if she knew already, was that he and the engineer hadn’t really spoken more than a few hushed apologies to each other after the incident in New York. Tony had waved him away, something about how ‘heart-to-hearts’ gave him indigestion, and they hadn’t spoken since.
Steve had worried about their ability to work together in such a close fashion considering how their previous mission began but Tony had been nothing but professional; from their initial debrief to arriving at the Embassy he had been polite and efficient and Steve found it utterly disappointing. Where was the fiery temper Steve had come to expect? He finds himself thinking back to the way Tony’s soft brown eyes would blaze and his lithe frame would coil in preparation for a verbal smack down.
“So, kiss me,” Tony murmurs, his breath tickles against Steve’s lips, “Cap-”
Steve surges forward and swallows the rest of whatever Tony is about to say; the press of lips is forceful at first as Steve attempts to gain his balance back, the two nearly end up on the floor, but Tony simply smiles into the kiss and pulls back enough to steady the super soldier.
Suddenly it’s soft, hesitant, as Tony tips his head to the side; his lips part and a small peek of tongue brushes against the seems of Steve’s lips.
Something inside the Captain ignites, spinning and twirling through his chest, he’s kissing Tony.
Tony’s kissing him.
Tony pulls back.
A broad grin splits the engineer’s face as he steps away from Steve to glance at the space where the woman had been mingling; she’s moved to stand beside a rather tall burly man dressed entirely in black from head to toe -not exactly inconspicuous.
“Nice job Cap,” Tony says brightly, his hands slip to Steve’s shoulders and squeeze lightly before he lets go, “We now have eyes on her partner.”
Steve nods dumbly as Tony flags down another waiter carrying champagne flutes and begins to make small talk with the staff member, the fluid lilting french Tony uses sends a warm tingle down his spine.
“Trust me Steve, he might surprise you.”
Steve lifts his hand to touch his lips and resists the urge to laugh; he definitely owes Natasha one.