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Something Else

So I said I was on a hiatus buuuut I had the UNREAL opportunity to see Civil War a week early and I’ve been waiting to write this idea since. I couldn’t resist so I broke hiatus bc I lack self-control…like c’mon Also I wrote all of it within an hour long study break so I apologize for any errors lol Title: Something Else Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Summary: Being Tony’s child (bc Stark children are way too fun to write) and having to get Peter acclimated to Stark Tower after Tony recruits him. Word Count: 1,265 Warnings: food mention, CA:CW spoilers (not really but kinda)            "Y/N, I’m home!“ hollered Tony as you heard the door open.

           You roll your eyes, knowing it’s just your dad wanting your attention. You were his only kid after all, and he wasn’t going to be disrespected by his own blood. He’d disown you in an instant.

           And so, to please your tyrannical father, you turn the corner to greet him, only to be caught by a surprise.

           "Who’s that?” you asked, pointing at the teenager standing next to your father. “Did you adopt him? Is he my brother now? I swear…”

           "Yes, you’ve been dethroned as the Stark heir,“ your father sassed, rolling his eyes. “No, I did not adopt him. This is Peter Parker.”

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Bones (Bucky x Reader)

Request: Can I have a Bucky x reader where they are married and he comes home after a long mission to see her in the kitchen cleaning and she runs and hugs him because she missed him so much that she starts crying. He notices that’s she scarily skinny and pale (like Steve used to be when he was sick). So he asks her if she’s sick as she says “I don’t sleep or eat when you aren’t here because I’m afraid HYDRA will get you again and I can’t live without you.” And him comforting her and just lots of fluff😘

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Warnings: Mentions of starving yourself 

You had been putting it off for weeks now. It was something you had been dreading to do, even though you told yourself that it would get done. You thought that since you liked to keep yourself busy while Bucky was away on missions that cleaning the kitchen would be something that would’ve gotten done in only days of him gone. But of course, you procrastinated doing it and filled your schedule with other tasks, like shopping on Amazon or binge watching Grace and Frankie. 

You woke up this morning with no plans of cleaning kitchen, once again, but after you walked past the kitchen and realized what a disaster it had become, you decided it was best to throw on your sweats and grab the cleaning supplies. It was shameful how messy it was, after all the baking you did you just didn’t feel like cleaning up. 

You baked for everybody. You baked cupcakes for Nat, cakes for Tony, doughnut balls for Thor, cookies for Clint, cake pops for Sam, brownies for Steve, pies for Bruce, you baked everything for everybody. But not yourself. 

No, you simply just didn’t have time to eat, you were filled up on anxiety worrying about Bucky. Sure, you’ve gotten a little thin but nothing to worry about. You occasionally had a bite of cookie dough, every once and awhile. 

Baking took your mind off things and it was a great pass time, it could kill a whole afternoon. Your friends didn’t mind, they enjoyed all the yummy treats that would show up at their homes out of the blue, although they worried about your sudden interest in baking, they never mentioned it to you. 

You finally worked up the courage to shove on your cleaning gloves that went up to your elbows and blast your favorite Pandora station as you started cleaning the kitchen of horror. 

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It had been a long day. Tony had been on the phone most of the day. His hands running thru his hair about every ten minutes. Making some lunch. You walked into Tony’s office and smiled at him. “I made lunch.” You said holding up the plates. Holding up his finger telling you he would be one minute. You can him a look that said lets eat. When that didn’t work. You gave him the puppy dog look. “Let me call you back. Y/N brought in lunch.” He said hanging up. “Thanks babe.” He said giving you a quick kiss. “You’re working to hard. Can’t you call it a day?” You said handing him his food. “I’ll be done soon.” He said taking a bite. “Tony come on. I haven’t seen you all day. You just got back. When do I get to see you. I’ve seen the mechanic more then I’ve seen you.” You said getting up and walking out of the office. Leaning back on the couch. He knew he had been ignoring you. He didn’t mean to. He just want to get this all done. The last thing he remembers is falling a sleep.

The house was quiet when Tony walked into the hallway. Wondering what happen to you. He started yelling out your name. “Y/N!” Tony screamed That’s when he heard your laugh. Your laugh was what he fell in love with first. Walking into the bedroom he saw who was making you laugh. It was the mechanic. “Run away with me Y/N. I’ll make all the time for you. You deserve all the attention.” “Let’s go.” You said grabbing his hand and running past Tony. “Y/N Y/N!” Tony started screaming.

Hearing your name you ran into the office to see Tony a sleep. He was having a bad dream and keep screaming your name. Straddling his lap. You tried to wake him up. “Tony, babe I’m here. Wake up.” You said touching his face. Tony slowly woke up. Surprised to see you. “You didn’t leave?” He said hugging you. “Of course I didn’t leave. Are you okay. You were having a bad dream.” You said hugging him back. “I dreamed you left me for the mechanic.” You started laughing. “It’s not funny.” “Tony, I’m never going to leave you. I just miss you. Beside our mechanic is like 80.” Tony gave you a look before he started chasing you to the bedroom.

The Suck-Kovian Accords

I can’t seem to put Civil War out of my mind so I had to type out this quick one shot. Imagine your dating Steve, when the Sokovian Accords are announced. You don’t know if he is right by not signing and you’re not sure if you agree with your father, Tony Stark either. Just a quick, spoiler free Civil War imagine! :D (And yes Sokovian is spelled wrong in the title on purpose.)

It was late at night, most of the Avengers had retired to their rooms, but you couldn’t sleep. The Secretary of Defense had left the compound hours ago and yet the videos he’d played for the team were still flashing through your mind’s eye. Your thoughts turned to Sokovia. You had seen so much destruction in the name of justice. Wanda had even lost her brother. To make matters worst the Scarlet Witch still felt guilty for the most recent incident with Crossbone.

There was certainly enough evidence for the UN, and Tony, to convince the team to sign the Sokovian Accords. Still, there was this feeling you couldn’t shake. Maybe there was some validity to Steve’s side of things too. Civilians didn’t understand the types of difficult choices that faced masks like the Avengers everyday. Was it really the right choice putting so much trust in a suit and tie who could barely comprehend the gravity of their power? There was clearly no correct answer you decided as you drained your coffee cup down to its bottom. 

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1.6K

Warnings: Few swearwords, arguing and a little bit of angst

Request: Hello Sweetie 😊 I try and request also something. One with Steve where you constantly fight but secretly you have a crush on each other. One time Steve finds you sitting at the Roof of the Stark-Tower, crying. He immediately joins you and hugs you, holding you close while you tell him how useless you feel and that you disappoint all the People around you. He then tells you how much you mean to everyone, especially to him and you finally confess your feelings? :) Thx –Anonymous

A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long to write your request doll, I absolutely love it! ♥

You ran your fingers above the hard disk drives; numbers, pictures and words running to your mind as a tornado of colors and shapes, filling it with the most protected secrets of Hydra. Anything they had ever created, anything they had ever planned or researched –everything now saved on your mind, locked in the safe boxes of your brain.

A strict call for your name caused you to flinch and the flood of information to crackle as you shook your head, trying to push the voice out of it.

“Abort the mission,” Steve’s strict voice called out on the line of your earbud over the voice of fighting at the background. “All Avengers step back, now.”

“Not now, Steve,” you mumbled, trying desperately to get your focus back to the hard drives to get all the cognizance in time. “I’m almost done.”

“I don’t care, step back Y/N,” he raised his voice – yet you didn’t budge. You had everything under your control and could have teleported yourself out of the base of Hydra in nanoseconds or whenever the situation would have demanded you to.

“No,” you shook your head, “All I need is twenty seconds.”

“You are not getting that, get out of the building Y/N,” Steve snapped, his voice deep and harsh, making shivers run through your spine. Shooking your head again, you gritted your teeth as you tried desperately to make the information to flow faster.

“Y/N-“

“Ready,” you sighed from relief as you got the last codes from the hard drives. In a blink of an eye, you teleported yourself back to the Quinjet, breaking into a breathy laugh when you appeared. “Ooh, that was close.”

“Shit, doll, you don’t give a damn about the orders.” Bucky shook his head, yet couldn’t hide the amused grin on his dusty and bruised face.

“Yeah, well when the commands are stupid-ass commands, I refuse to obey them,” you rolled your eyes with a sarcastic laugh as you tried to calm down your breathing as well as stop your heart bouncing out of your chest.

“Are you out of your mind?” Steve called out, his voice cold and angry as he rushed towards you, his blue eyes full of disappointment. “I told you to abort the mission-“

“If I had stepped back at that point Steve–,” you took a deep breath, trying your best to stay calm, “the whole mission would have been for nothing. I got-“

“I don’t care Y/N, if I give you a command, it’s your job to obey,” he snapped. “It doesn’t matter-“

“There was no point in that order, and you know that,” you raised your voice, stepping closer to him. “I had everything under my control so why on earth-“

“Y/N,” Steve shook his head and clenched his jaw. “You are no longer working as an Avenger.”

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Built by Patrick Romero

For anon…reader is painter as requested. Enjoy! (Just a reminder, all the gifs I use are found thru Google unless I state otherwise) It’s soooo long!

Steve let out a wide-mouthed, quiet yawn as he entered the kitchen in the Avengers tower. He stretched his limbs before cracking his neck and knuckles. He padded over to the coffee machine eager for his morning brew.

Just as he started the machine, he heard some thuds coming from the living room. Curious, Steve poked his head out of the kitchen. A small, amused smile crept over his features as he noticed you sitting on the ground, canvas strewn all over the glass coffee table.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed a pop-tart box, probably one of Thor’s, that had barely been touched. In your hand was a thin brush as you focused all of your attention onto filling in your sketches. You paused a moment to scratch your head and settle into a slightly new position. You hunched your back over the platform.

A beep alerted Steve that his coffee was done. Smirking, the soldier grabbed a second mug and filled them up. The blond carried the full cups as he made his way to the couch. He sat a few centimeters from where you were hunched over, still on the floor. He craned his neck to get a better view of the painting.

“G’Morning, Y/N,” he greeted. You jumped slightly, not realizing he had been there. “Steve!” you yelped. “I thought you went to bed.” He gave you a humored smile. “Yeah, eight hours ago.” “Ah crud,” you mumbled realizing you hadn’t left this spot since last night. He held a mug out to you. “I brought you some coffee.” You accepted it gratefully. “Thanks. Just what I needed.”

Steve leaned forward, picking up a few of the paintings closest to him. You kept your gaze on the one you had been working on while sipping your coffee. For whatever reason, you felt your painting seemed…off. A package of pop tarts landed next to you. Not but a moment later, you felt Steve pressing his lips to your temple. You blushed slightly, not because of the kiss, he did that all the time. You were just thankful that Steve was watching out for you. Maybe the kiss was a part of it, but no big deal. You opened the pop tarts and picked at the food.

“These are amazing, Y/N,” Steve praised softly. You shrugged. “Could be better. Actually, the bird one is pretty good.” He nodded. “The colors contrast quite well. Makes the feathers more seamless.” You quirked a brow at him. “Do…do you paint too, Stevie?” Steve chuckled and shook his head. “No. I’m not that artistic.” “Ah ha! But you are artistic!” You waved your fingers back and forth at him. “C’mon Rogers. Let me take a look since you saw mine.”

Steve licked his lips before smirking. A faint blush bloomed over his cheeks. He set his mug on the table, careful not to touch any of your paintings, and stood up. He walked back into the kitchen and opened a drawer. He pulled out a sketchpad and walked back toward you. You could tell he was nervous by the way he held his book: strong and close. You offered a supportive smile.

“It’s alright, Steve. You can trust me.” He smirked and handed it to you. “They’re not nearly as good as your paintings-”

Your gasp cut him off. His eyes widened slightly, a bit nervous. You gently smoothed your hand just to the side of Nat’s portrait. It was so life-like you would’ve mistaken it for her had it not been for the lack of coloring. You flipped to the next page to see a portrait of Tony laughing. The next was Clint and Nat drinking a beer on a couch.

“Steve, these are…” He sighed. “Let me have it.” “Stunning,” you finished with a grin.

Steve’s eyes lit up as you turned to see a sketch of Thor flying over New York. You noticed a figure on the ground wearing a lab coat. It was Bruce. You continued to flip through the pages.

“’Not that artistic’ you say,” you joked, “I never knew I was always in similar company.” Steve saw you flipping closer to the last page. “Uh, Y/N, please don-”

You sat straight as you saw a portrait of yourself. Steve had drawn you grinning with the sun behind you with a Captain America shirt. Your eyes were held a mischievous glint that only he could draw. Feeling your cheeks warm, you ducked your head. You handed Steve his pad while heading to your room. He let out a sigh, thinking you were running to hide. He was surprised when you reentered, clutching a canvas to your chest. Your face was a pinkish hue. Steve wordlessly raised an eyebrow in curiosity as you walked closer to him. You handed it to him face down.

The soldier gingerly turned it around to see a painting of himself. He was sitting on a bench while laughing. A hand held onto his stomach. He noticed a picnic blanket on the ground as well. Steve blinked a few times. It took just another blink before he was on his feet kissing you desperately.

You returned it just as fervently.

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Band-Aids and Painkiller

Based on Anonymous Prompt: Bucky X Reader: so it’s Civil War alright, and Bucky and the Black Panther are fighting (like usual) and the reader is a civilian and she sees Bucky losing to T'Challa so she jumps inbetween them just as T'Challa slices at him and she gets hurt?

A/N: No Civil War spoilers because I haven’t seen it yet.  But guess who’s going to go see it…THIS GIRL!  TONIGHT!!!  I’ll prob post pics later, because I’m dressing up in my USO girl costume that I made for Halloween.  But yeah, no spoilers.  I’m going to try and write/post another one today, but the wi-fi at my school’s hella spotty and sometimes the filters block Tumblr.  But I’m going to my friend’s house after school, so maybe I can post from there…?  Anyway, hope you like this one.  Also, if I never post on here again, it’s because Civil War KILLED ME.

Oh, and tagging the lovely @pleasecallmecaptain and @mattymattymerduck, of course.  Love ya! 

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You love standing on the roof of your office’s building.  You’re pretty sure you’re the only one who knows about it, because no one’s ever up there.  So whenever things get to be too much, you take a breather by coming up here.

You sigh, staring out over the vast expanse of the city.  Finally, some peace and quiet.

Apparently, someone didn’t get the memo about that.

You suddenly hear distant thuds and grunts coming from across the roof.  You assume the worst and walk cautiously over, ready to avert or shield your eyes if necessary.  Then you hear something metallic, like sharp pieces of metal scraping across a chalkboard.

You round the corner and stop, frozen.  In front of you is a man and…someone in a black, cat-like suit?

Your mind flashes with recognition and you quickly identify the man as Bucky Barnes, the subject of a massive man-hunt that’s taken place over the last few days.  You remember the news reports saying that he’s a dangerous fugitive from justice, a cold-blooded killer, but all you can think about right now is how he looks like he’s getting the shit beaten out of him.

“Hey!” you shout.  Both of them pause momentarily and look up at you.  “I don’t know what you two are doing…well, I mean, I’d guess you were fighting…but could you not?”

You could almost swear you catch a ghost of a smile on Bucky’s face.  No sounds from the cat guy.  

And then, just like that, they’re back to fighting again.  The cat guy clearly has the upper hand, and you start to notice the cuts and bruises that seem to litter Bucky’s face.  

And after that hint of a smile, you can’t help but think that maybe everyone has it wrong.  

Suddenly, your feet are moving you towards the fight and you certainly don’t remember telling them to do that.  Bucky takes a hit and falls to his knees.  He only barely dodges a punch from the other guy, and you don’t want to find out what happens when the next hit doesn’t miss.

And suddenly you’ve thrown yourself between the two of them.  It’s almost like time slows down.  You can hear the blood pounding in your ears, and you can see the cat guy’s arm inching toward you.  It seems like he tries to stop it, but the momentum’s already going.

It’s then that you realize that in addition to his cat-like appearance, the guy has little metal retractable claws.  And as stupid as it is, the only thing you can think before they reach you is, Wow, this guy must really like cats.

The claws slice down through your arm and suddenly everything’s back in real time.  And there is very real pain shooting through your arm.  You stare down at the claw marks in disbelief, still not 100% sure that this is actually happening to you.

The cat guy stops and retracts his claws, immediately grabbing your arm and inspecting it.  He removes his helmet and you recognize him as T’Challa, the king of Wakanda.

“Are you alright?” he asks and you nod.  “I’m-”  He looks past you and starts.  You turn to follow his gaze and realize that Bucky has escaped.  You try not to let your relief show on your face.  

Suddenly, T’Challa grabs your other arm and grips it in a vice-like hold.  You look up at him, shocked.

“Are you an ally of the Winter Soldier’s?” he asks.  

“What?” you ask.  “Who, that guy?  Bucky Barnes?”  You cower under the king’s fierce stare.  “No, I’m not an ally.  I’m just a normal person.”

“Then why did you help him?” he demands.

“I just…I don’t like violence,” you reply, blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.  T’Challa just shakes his head, dropping your arm.

“Do not get involved again,” he says.  “Or we will be forced to bring you in.  And I am sorry about your arm.”

“Wait, who’s we?” you ask, but he’s already gone.  You look down at your bleeding arm and suddenly feel nauseous.  You’ve lost a fair amount of blood.

Slowly, you stumble down the stairs and get someone to call you an ambulance.

-

It’s almost midnight when you finally get home.  

At first, you’d thought you’d just be able to go in, get stitched up, and leave.

But then various agents from different government organizations had shown up.  

And then a guy that you were pretty sure was the Falcon, wearing a baseball hat and sunglasses. 

And then the reporters.

Armed with bandages and painkiller, you throw the door to your apartment open.  You deposit everything on the floor and throw yourself down onto the couch.

Your eyes flutter closed and you know that you’re on the brink of sleep.  That is, until you hear a crash in your kitchen.  You drag yourself up from the couch, grabbing the nearest weapon you can find; in this case, a lamp.

You creep to the kitchen, half stealthy, half disgruntled.  Nothing prepares you for what you find.

On the floor of your kitchen is Bucky Barnes, the man from earlier.  You can see a dark brown stain through his red shirt.  Your heart drops when you realize it’s blood.  

“Hi, my name’s (Y/N),” you say and he looks up, his breathing labored and shallow.  “Welcome to my home.”

“Um…” he murmurs.  “I didn’t mean to barge in.  It’s just…you helped me earlier.  And I have nowhere to go.”

“You weren’t like, followed here, or anything right?” you ask, grabbing the first aid kit from one of your cabinets.  “I’m not gonna have to fight the cat dude?  Cuz we both know how that went for me last time.”  

Bucky emits a noise that you could almost describe as a laugh, but it quickly turns into a cough.  And then he coughs up blood onto your tiles.

“Okedoke,” you say.  “Well, I’m not a doctor, but that looks bad.  And I’m assuming that despite the fact that I’m not a doctor, you want me to do my best to clean you up.”

He doesn’t say anything, but you can see his eyes pleading for help.  You go back to the living room and get the bottle of painkillers that the doctors gave you.

-

Two hours later, you’ve mostly got everything handled with Bucky.  He walked you through stitching him up, and you almost puked twice.  But you didn’t.  

After that, you insisted on putting a band-aid on every cut you can find.  Bucky argues against it, at first, but eventually realizes it’s no use.  

But of course, you don’t have normal band-aids, so you’ve just covered the former Winter Soldier in Frozen and Disney Princess band-aids.

“You good?” you ask, as you help him down onto your couch.  “Not bleeding from anywhere else?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Bucky says.  “This is some damn good painkiller though.”  You toss him the rest of the bottle. 

“Take it,” you say.  “I have a feeling that you’re going to need it more than I do.”  

“Does that hurt?” he asks, gesturing to your arm.  You look down at it and chuckle.

“After all the wounds I just sewed up for you, I don’t think I have the right to complain about my scratches,” you say, cleaning up the bloody towels.

“No, I don’t-” 

“They’re fine,” you reassure him.  “I’m on the same painkiller as you, remember?”

“You’re remarkably calm about this,” he comments as you continue to clean up the room.

“I’m sure I’ll freak out sometime,” you say.  “Just haven’t had the time to process everything.”  Bucky nods.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.  “For earlier.  And now.  I think you saved my life twice.”

“Yeah, well maybe when all this is over, you can take me out to dinner as a thank-you,” you quip drily.  Internally, you panic.  Where the hell did that come from?  

“You know, I think that’s the first time someone’s flirted with me in 70 years,” he replies, and you’re surprised by the teasing tone in his voice.  And even more disarmed by the gorgeous smile on his lips.

“I was not flirting,” you say defensively, avoiding his eyes.

“I mean, I know I’m from 1940s and all,” he smirks.  "But I don’t think the world is so changed that a girl asking a guy to dinner isn’t flirting.”

“Ok, that’s enough of that,” you say, picking up a blanket and tossing it at him.

“Hey!”  You walk over and pick up the blanket, spreading it over him.  He looks up at you, confused.  “What are you doing?”

“Well, I’m going to go to sleep,” you say.  “And as much as I like you, I’m not inviting some strange guy to share my bed.”

“Oh, I was just going to-”  He starts to get up, but you gently nudge him back down.

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” you say.  “There’s no way in hell you’re sleeping on the street.”  He tries to protest, but you cut him off with a look.

“Yes ma’am,” he mutters.  You nod and stand up.  You reach past him to turn off the light, and without even thinking, plant a kiss on his forehead.  

Your brain goes back into panic mode.  You see him visibly stiffen and mentally face-palm.

“I’m sorry,” you say.  “Stupid…force of habit.”

“No,” Bucky says quickly.  “That’s not…I wasn’t…That’s just…uh…”

“It’s fine,” you say.  “You don’t have to-”

“That was the first time anyone’s touched me…and not hurt me…since…” he trails off, gesturing to his metal arm.

You shake your head as you realize what that means.  You don’t know his whole history, but you can’t help but want to hug him and ki-

You cut your thoughts off before they have a chance to go any further.

“Well, the night’s still young,” you say, unable to resist joking.  “I might be a crazy serial killer.  There’s time for that.”  Bucky laughs and you get a warm feeling in your chest.

“Good night, Bucky,” you say.  

“Good night, (Y/N).”

-

When you wake up, you know he’s gone before you even walk out the door of your bedroom.

The couch pillows have been fluffed, the blanket neatly folded.  There’s no trace that Bucky Barnes was ever in your apartment.  Except…

You walk into your kitchen and are met with a bouquet of sunflowers, already in a vase.  You reach into the flowers and pull out the small slip of paper.  On it, in a feverish scrawl:

Don’t forget about our dinner date.  I’ll be back. 

And in spite of everything, you can’t help but smile.

Sparrows and Iron (Part Eight)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

A/N: Well… This got uncontrollably long.. Be forewarned, this part was mostly filler and explanation, but the next two are going to start getting to the angst plot. My favorite kind… Enjoy the fluff while it lasts!

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Word Count: 1,701

Explosions and gunfire raged around the Avengers. The HYDRA base was heavily defended, but the team had come prepared. They were spread out all over the area, each working on wearing down the enemy defenses.

Nat, get over to Wanda. She’s about to be overrun!” (Y/N) shouted to her friend. “I can handle the situation here.”

As if to prove her point, she used her wings to twist herself upwards, kicking two stray agents into unconsciousness on her way down.

“I got this, go!”

Natasha nodded and ran off to find the mind reader.

“Hey Tony!” (Y/N) called through the comms. “Clint is gonna need a lift in about 30 seconds, northeast corner of the roof!”

“I’m on it.” came the reply.

“(Y/N), what  else have you got for me?” asked Steve’s voice.

She paused to fend off an agent.

“Not much, as far as inner defenses.” she yelled back. “I’m still not too great at controlling what I see, and battles are harder to predict since there’s so many variables that are constantly changing.”

“I understand.” the Captain replied. “We’ll just have to face it the old-fashioned way.”

“Right up your alley then, Rogers.” (Y/N) snarked.

“Haha, very funny, Agent X. You’ve been spending too much time with Stark.”

“Well,” she replied, dropping an agent off the roof, “He is my boyfriend, Cap.”

-One Year Ago-

(Y/N) woke in a hospital bed with a sleepy Tony dozing at her side. Blinking the rest from her eyes, she nudged his hand with her own, jolting him awake.

“(Y/N)…” he whispered, sitting up. “You’re okay!”

He smiled, but then it dropped.

“I- I thought…”

Before he could continue, Natasha walked through the door.

“Well, Stark? How is-”

She cut off, noticing (Y/N)’s consciousness.

“You’re awake, I see.

(Y/N) shyly nodded, her uncovered wings nervously drawing closer to her body. Then, she spoke.

“How long was I…”

“About twelve hours.” the redhead shrugged. “You should have seen, Stark, he practically had a meltdown when they said it might be a while before you woke.”

Tony shot her a glare.

“I did not…”

Perhaps it was just her imagination, but (Y/N) could have sworn she saw the faintest hint of a blush dusting his cheeks. After a brief pause, she addressed the assassin.

“I believe you had some questions for me, Agent Romanoff?”

Natasha seemed somewhat surprised by her eagerness.

“Are you sure you don’t want to rest up a bit first?”

(Y/N) shook her head, readjusting her wings as she sat up.

“No. I think it’s time to be honest with you.” she said, glancing at Tony. “All of you. After all, if I don’t trust you, how can I expect any of you to trust me?”

The spy thought about this for a moment, then nodded.

“Okay. But since you haven’t been cleared by Banner or Cho yet, the team is gonna have to come in here.”

(Y/N) smiled.

“Good thing this hospital room is so big then.”

Nat smirked. She had to give the girl some credit for having a sense of humor despite her circumstances.

“In that, case, I better go round everyone up.” she replied.

With that, the spy turned and walked out, leaving the pair alone.

There was a slight pause. Tony cleared his throat.

“So, um…” he trailed off.

“You were worried about me?” (Y/N) teased lightly.

He cleared his throat again.

“Maybe just a little bit…”

She raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“Okay, I was worried.” he admitted.

“But I knew you’d be alright.”

He hesitated, looking as if he wanted to say something else.

“Is the great Tony Stark at a loss for words?” she joked, smiling slightly.

But Tony remained serious.

“Yeah, I guess I am… Who woulda thought, right?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “The playboy billionaire, no strings attached, got caught in a mess of heart strings.”

He looked at her sincerely.

“I play it cool, pretending like I got my act together, but one glance at you and I’m suddenly a hot mess.”

Tony sighed, running a hand over his face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to dump all of this on you so suddenly… I’ll just-”

“No Tony, I understand. I… It’s the same with me.” (Y/N) admitted, turning slightly pink.

Tony looked up, suddenly filled with hope. He reached over and took her hand in his, grinning like a kid on Christmas day. He leaned forward a bit, closing the gap between them.

“Well in that case, I-”

Just then, the door opened to reveal Natasha and the rest of the Avengers. The redhead raised an eyebrow, taking in their close proximity.

“I hope we’re not interrupting anything…” she smirked.

(Y/N) went bright red as the team filled the room.

“By the way,” Nat added, glancing at Tony, “Bucky just got back from his solo mission. He’s here to meet the new recruit.”

Her choice of wording was quite purposeful. She shot a small smile to (Y/N) who responded similarly. However, her face dropped when Bucky came in. She didn’t panic, but she started breathing deeply as if to calm herself. The heart monitor beeped more rapidly, but (Y/N) didn’t display any emotion.

When Bucky caught sight of her, he seemed confused, as if he were trying to remember something important. Then, his face showed guilt and regret.

“I’m so sorry…” he whispered.

“What?” Tony asked, looking between the pair.

(Y/N) turned to him shakily, her voice unsteady.

“When I was with HYDRA…”

She swallowed nervously, hesitating.

“I knew the Winter Soldier.”

Tony frowned, glaring at Bucky.

“Knew how?

(Y/N) shook her head, unable to speak.

“I tortured her.” Bucky stated emotionlessly, staring at the floor.

“You didn’t know what you were doing.” (Y/N) comforted softly.

He looked up, as if he couldn’t believe that she was so quick to forgive him. (Y/N) smiled, though there was a solemn air to it.

“You know, I never even knew your name… Bucky, is it?” she asked, glancing at Natasha for confirmation.

Bucky nodded.

“I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you properly.” she said, holding out her hand.

He slowly came over and shook with her.

“Likewise.”

Releasing her grip, she sighed.

“Now, I suppose it’s time to tell you all my story… There are some parts that even I don’t know, so bear with me, if you would.

“I was created by HYDRA, scrapped together from some mutant DNA, just because they could. I was meant to be a weapon, but my mother apparently realized the error of her loyalties. She defected from HYDRA and tracked down my father.”

(Y/N) paused.

“I, um… My father and I never met my mother. She died to protect our identities.

“My powers were quite apparent, even towards the beginning of my childhood. My father helped me to keep control of them, but… There were variables that even he couldn’t have predicted.

“I joined a group of people who were like me. Mutants, I mean. I used my abilities to protect humans, similar to what you do here. I was doing something good, helping people. But HYDRA found me.

“I suppose they must have found some of my blood from when I’d been wounded at one of the sites… and they registered it as mine. So they set a trap for me, and that’s how I wound up their prisoner.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, almost reluctant to continue. She dropped her gaze, suddenly fixatedd on playing with the seam of the hospital blanket.

“That’s… how I met the Soldier. HYDRA wanted information, you see. Wanted to know where I’d been, how my mother got me away from them…”

She took a deep breath.

“I couldn’t…” her voice broke. “I had to protect my family.”

FInally, she looked up to Tony.

“It was the only thing that kept me going, really. KNowing that I was keeping them safe.”

(Y/N) turned to Bucky.

“I never blamed you, or hated you for what you did. Because of my powers, I knew a bit about what they had done to you. You were just as much a prisoner as I was. But in your future… I knew things would get better.”

She smiled a little.

“SHIELD found me and, well, here we are.”

The Avengers, who had been listening intently, remained silent, somewhat moved by what they’d heard.

“You haven’t explained about your powers yet.” Natasha observed. “Why you’re so afraid them, what happened when you lost control…”

“I’d rather not ever speak of that, if you don’t mind.” (Y/N) replied, shaking her head. “It brings up… bad memories.”

The team nodded in understanding. Then, Bucky spoke up.

“What’s your father’s name? We could find him for you. I’m sure he’ll want to know you’re alive.”

(Y/N)’s face grew somber.

“I- I think he’s dead.”

Breathing deeply, she continued, “We had a special bond, you see. I could always sense his mind, but now… I don’t know if it’s just something that HYDRA did, or…”

She paused, struggling to keep her voice even.

“He was already an old man when I was taken. The news of my capture was most likely the tipping point.”

She chuckled sadly, wiping away the tears that had come to her eyes.

“His students used to call him ‘Professor X’… but he was always Papa to me. He used to call me his little Sparrow.”

(Y/N) looked to the Avengers with sudden composure.

“I’d like to think he’d be proud of me if he could see me now…” she sighed, then her face lit up as if she’d just thought of something.

“He would’ve liked you all, though.”

She smiled, glancing down briefly.

“You said you were part of a team?” Steve asked.

(Y/N) nodded. Exchanging a glance with Natasha, the Captain continued.

“How would you feel about joining ours?”

A joyful grin spread across the mutant’s face.

“Well…” she began, “I’m a bit out of practice, but I suppose I could give it a try.”

Natasha smiled.

“Welcome to the team, Sparrow.”

Worth It - Bucky Barnes

Reader and Bucky have been dating for a long time, but the reader is not very emotional. One night, when they fight because she wants to go on a mission with him and the rest of the team, Bucky says he loves and cares too much to risk losing her and she just says “I’m not sure if I can say the same.”. In the mission, she gets seriously injured when take a shot for Bucky know she will not survive, Bucky begins to blame himself and she just cuts “Bucky, I love you. It’s worth it die for you.”

N/A: Okay, i hope that you like it! And thank you for your request!!

(Masterlist)

You weren’t good at expressing your feelings, you just didn’t have great examples of romantic emotion - or any kind of cute emotion from romance movies - it was as if all your life, until the moment you met Bucky, you lived like a damn robot. But then you created an interest in the charming Barnes and all officially began after a meeting at Steve’s house, where you, the two super soldiers and Sam drank too much. Fortunately for you, Sam and Steve drank to the point of not remembering the night and especially your moans that Bucky proudly caused. You didn’t know what or how you managed it, but then you two started dating, Bucky always being a precious soft ball to the point of you got along extremely well. He understood you extremely well. You really complemented each other and you felt glad that he didn’t require emotions you didn’t know how or felt comfortable in trying to express. Everything seemed perfect during the long months of relationship… Until now.

“You can’t be fucking serious!" you growled angry, raising your hands in frustration and glancing at Bucky. “You can’t do this! I’m not a fucking property. Especially your property!”

“You have to understand that this mission is dangerous, (Y/N)! You’re not coming, period.“ Bucky said through clenched teeth, his body language in full defensive position like a wolf waiting to pounce.

“Fuck that shit! If I have to electrocute you to be able to go through that damn door, I will.” you simmered, starting to focus on the electrical charge on the tips of your fingers and you saw Bucky’s eyes stare for a few seconds your hands before relaxing his posture. “Good, now let me pass.”

“(Y/N), please, I just… Dammit, this mission is really complicated and dangerous! I care about you, worry about your safety and don’t want to risk losing you.” Bucky ran his flesh hand on his now short hair, a pure anxiety gesture, his voice now controlled and you could feel the emotions he tried not to show it, but you could see through his blue eyes. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I’m not sure if I can say the same.” you said coldly, keeping your expression blank and, trying to avoid Bucky’s hurt look, you took the time to pass through him and head toward the quinjet where the others waited.

Shit. Your surprise attack had gone awry, Bruce lost control after a guard shoot his direction and so the mission went in a complete chaos. There were many soldiers and machines to fight at the same time, the whole team was split into the huge warehouse that seemed like almost a maze. Shit. You managed to get rid quickly of the machines thanks to your power, doing the same with the soldiers that appeared, then you fled to the top of the wall that created that damn maze. Your eyes searched for the members of your team as your heart almost pounded in your ear. Shit. Who were you trying to fool? Your eyes looked worryingly for Bucky and when you found him, you didn’t think twice about going to him. And then you noticed one of the machines appear behind Bucky and aim at the back of his head. You didn’t stop to think or wait to see if he would notice, you just threw yourself in front of the machine while it fired several times in your direction. For a moment you lost your breath and felt your eyes roll back as you fell with a heavy thud on the floor.

“(Y/N)!” you heard Bucky scream and you forced yourself to open your eyes that you didn’t remember having closed. Bucky knelt beside you, taking you in his arms and trying to stop your bleeding, but the front of your white uniform was getting completely stained red. “No, no, no! My love, hold on! Doll, keep your eyes open!”

“James-” you choked slightly trying to breathe, leading your trembling hand to the face of the man you had learned many important things. Bucky closed his eyes for a moment trying to control the tears, but quickly returned to look at you when he felt your heart beat increasingly weak, he hugged you with affection and sobbed heavy. “James Barnes, I love you. Don’t cry- Die for you… it’s worth it. ”

“I love you too, doll” Bucky whispered, but you didn’t hear his answer. And he stayed there with you in his arms, his body shaking as he cried his pain. Nothing would be worth it if you weren’t coming home with him. You should have heard him.

Inspiration # 79

Kim Henry & Eric Paré create mesmerizing visuals using light-painting tubes. If you wanna check out other photos by this couple or find out how they take such shots, go to their website. 

Love Bites

Summary: Secrets always come out and you get caught with some very visible evidence of yours Warnings: heated kissing, literally all the language

The quinjet landed roughly and jostled you from sleep. You’d been on the jet seventeen hours, and asleep for the majority of them. It had always been hard for you to sleep during missions, and you relished the peace that came as soon as you stepped onto the jet after each one. You would often sleep through entire flights home.

You stumbled off the jet in a daze, looking around in the hopes of finding someone waiting for you. Your mission had taken away from the tower almost two weeks and you had missed your make-shift family more than you’d ever admit. The hanger was empty and you dropped your bag on the ground with a sigh. “Welcome home, Miss (Y/l/n),” F.R.I.D.A.Y. greeted you.

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” you said with a weak smile, surprisingly comforted by the AI’s electronic voice. You started down the hall to your room, eyes half open, when arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the dark. Your body tensed before you recognized his cologne and relaxed into his chest. “Really, Steve?” you asked, stifling a laugh. “A closet? Are we fifteen?”

“Maybe I just couldn’t wait,” he answered, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “I missed you.”

His arms dropped and you turned to face him, although you couldn’t see him. “I missed you too.” Steve’s hands found your waist in the dark and he backed you against the wall, his knee sliding up between your legs to hoist you off the ground. A small noise of pleasure fell involuntarily from your lips and his hands ran up your thighs. His fingers teased beneath the hem of your shirt and your body felt like fire. “Are you going to kiss me or not, Rogers?” you asked breathlessly.

“Impatient, doll?” he asked with a laugh, dragging his lips across your jaw and down your neck. A strangled breath escaped your lungs and he growled against your skin. You ran your hands through his hair, tugging on it gently, and he moaned. Another step brought him flush against you. He pressed his lips roughly to yours, biting your lip.

You groaned again and ran your hands beneath his shirt, rolling your hips down into his and he hissed against you. The heat of his body suddenly disappeared and you felt his hands straightening your clothes before you heard him fix his own. “Finished already, Captain?”

“Hell no, but a bed is a bit more comfortable than a wall,” he whispered, pressing a kiss below your ear.

“Always the gentleman.”

He was asleep when you woke up the next morning, and you slipped silently from his arms. Your clothes were strewn throughout the room and, despite diligent searching, your pants were no where in sight. Surrendering and pulling one of his shirts over your head with a sigh, you left the room, praying no one would be around to see.

The tower was asleep and you made it back to your own apartment two floors up without hassle. His shirt was added to the growing collection you kept tucked into a drawer and hidden away. It gave him something to wear the nights you ended up tangled with each other in your room instead of his.

The water was colder than you expected when you stepped into the shower, but it was a welcomed change. Steve radiated heat. When you slept through the night together, blankets were never a necessity. You shook your head, hoping to knock him from your thoughts. In front of everyone but Bucky, he wasn’t yours.

Too tired to dry your hair, you wrangled it into a wet bun before slipping into the oversized shirt you usually wore to bed. You left your apartment and made your way to the kitchen, happy to keep your secret. “Morning, Nattie,” you said, smiling at the redhead.

“(Y/n).” She was almost asleep in her coffee.

“Are we training today?”

“No.” His voice surprised you and you flinched, almost pouring the hot coffee onto your hand instead of into the mug. “Everyone gets today off.”

“A day off, Captain?” you asked with exaggerated surprise, handing him a cup as he walked to your side. “What’s the special occasion?”

“Guess I’m just in a good mood,” he murmured, smirking at you. Your cheeks flushed red and you raised a hand to your neck, brushing your fingers over one of the marks he’d left on you the night before. Steve’s eyes darkened with lust and laughter before you broke eye contact to sit by Natasha.

“Have I told you about that girl in accounting?” Natasha asked as she began to wake. Pain and jealousy echoed in your chest. You knew she wanted to see him someone. 

“You have,” he answered casually, not turning to face either of you, “and I’ve told you I’m not interested.” The echoes faded as Steve finally turned to you and made cautious eye contact.

The rest of the team started to stumble into the room, most looking exhausted. Sam could have rolled out of bed and fallen into the kitchen. Tony probably hadn’t even gone to bed the night before. Vision didn’t need sleep.

“Someone throw me the Lucky Charms?” you asked, hungry but too tired and sore to get up.

Steve moved, ready to grab them for you, but Tony was already there and tossed the box across the room to you. His eyes narrowed as you caught the box and his head tilted in curiosity. “What were you up to last night, kiddo?”

“Sleeping,” you answered, pouring too much cereal into the bowl Bucky handed you and ignoring Tony.

“Really? Because those love bites say otherwise.” You felt heat in your cheeks and struggled not to look to your Captain. The whole team stared.

Clint giggled from somewhere above your head. “She’s got them all over her thighs too.” You were sure your entire body was blushing now.

“Let’s not tease the poor girl,” Steve said and you finally let yourself glance to him. There was pride in his eyes. “We’ve all had a night of fun.”

“And we’ve all had our mornings of shame afterwards,” Tony said, sauntering over to the table.

“He’s no one,” you answered quietly, dropping your eyes to your lap, unsure of what to say. You’d been together nearly half a year.

“At least I know why you have been turning me down,” Pietro said, reaching across the table in an attempt to snatch your hand. You pulled away, panicked eyes flickering to Steve for a moment.

“Maybe she’s been turning you down because you’re a cocky little shit,” Buck spoke suddenly, and everyone turned in surprise. Steve snorted.

“It is not cocky if I know I am better,” Pietro argued.

“I highly doubt that,” you mumbled. Eyes shifted back to you and yours widened as you realized they’d heard.

“Really? Who exactly is this marvelous mystery man, then?” Tony asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“He’s none of our business, Tony,” Steve said. His eyes softened when they landed on you, apology replacing the pride from earlier.

A blue flash obscured your vision and you felt Pietro wrap his arms around your middle and you screamed in shock. “I will not give up so easily, prințesă,” he said, humor in his eyes. “I will steal you!”

Unsure of how to react, you began to laugh and attempted to untangle yourself from his arms. “No, no, prințesă. Give me a kiss and I will let you go, yes?” You laughed harder, caught off guard by his sudden brashness. Your giggles died when you looked to Steve. His eyes were dark and clouded with anger.

“Put her down, Pietro,” Steve said, his voice low and protective.

“Oh, come on, Cap! Let the kid have some fun,” Tony teased, setting a hand on Steve’s arm.

“The kid can have all the fun he wants with someone else’s girl,” Steve growled, shaking Tony’s hand off, “but he needs to put mine down.”

Pietro hurriedly set you on your feet and you stumbled forward, focused on Steve. He reached out to steady you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “Are you okay, doll?”

“FUCKING FINALLY,” Natasha burst out, more awake than she’d been all morning. “HOLY SHIT. YOU TWO HAVE BEEN FUCKING FOR SIX MONTHS, THREE WEEKS, AND FIVE FUCKING DAYS. YOU’VE BEEN SUBTLE AS FUCK.”

Bucky began to laugh, doubling over in his chair as the rest of the team stared at Natasha in astonishment. “You both knew?” Tony shouted, turning to watch Bucky fall to the ground. “You both knew about this?” he continued, gesturing widely as Steve held you to his chest. “And didn’t say anything? What the hell?”

“Are you actually surprised Steve told me, Tony?” Bucky asked, finally composing himself enough to stand back up.

Tony shot a questioning glare at Natasha. “She’s a loud fucker,” she explained casually and Steve’s chest began to shake with laughter while you tried to disappear into his arms.

“Language, Nattie,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against Steve.

My silver lining (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Anonymous requested:

Hey! I love your blog! Can you maybe do a steve x reader based on the song my silver lining from first aid kit? maybe were she just had enough and want to see other things or something like that? thank you so much ♥

Words: 755

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: There’s not much angst here, there’s nothing to worry about, really.

Author notes: (Y/N) is your name, (Y/L/N) is your last name. Here is the song, I know I didn’t put the lyrics to it, but I couldn’t put the plot into them, so I just wrote something. Sorry for taking so long, I was really clueless on how to write it. @ilovebeingjoyful loves Steve so I’m tagging her :)

“Steve, baby…” You said with a guilty look in your face “I may have done the most reckless thing in the world…” You bit your lower lip while you kept your hands behind you because you had something to hide. “Man, this was not my idea” Sam defended himself with his hands up to his chest “She thought of it all along… but I may have taken her to the place” “Please don’t tell me you got a tattoo” Steve actually looked like an old dad reading that newspaper on the couch “(Y/N), don’t tell me you got a tattoo” “I guess I’m gonna leave you two alone” Sam kissed your temple and hurried to get out.   Steve had been your boyfriend for a while now; it wasn’t that long of a while but you still felt like it was forever. You loved him, you really did, but he was just so boring it killed you. You were not the adventurous type either, but you loved to go out and do some new things. Fortunately, Steve had the most outrageous group of friends that loved to do crazy shit.   This time it was Sam Wilson’s turn to join you in one of the craziness of yours. From the first time you met each other, you became really close; he was like a brother to you because he loved to do unplanned stuff and he could hear you out whenever you had those moments in which Steve could not get any more boring.   “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) what did you get?” Steve folded the paper and left it next to him. “Runes” You said, proudly showing your sore wrists that just had their share of ink. “And they mean?” He rose his blonde eyebrows. “This one is protection” You showed your right one and he examined it very closely; he was only missing the glass to look like a dad “And this one is movement” You showed him, trying to give him the hints “Sammy also got a tattoo, so we kinda had besties tattoos” “I mean, they look pretty but…” “It was either this or my constellation on my back” You pointed out “But you said it looked pretty to it doesn’t matter” You smiled widely and walked to the bedroom.   The next few days, between taking care of your new tattoos and going out with the female Avengers, you decided to give Steve the talk. You couldn’t bear the boredom of our life anymore. You needed to explore the world, and not be locked up in your apartment because he was afraid of you getting hurt or something of the sort.   You had packed your stuff already and left the bags on the living room. You had called Sam earlier that day of your farewell so he could pick you up and accept you back in his place (you two lived together before you went to live with Steve). You drank at least three cups of coffee before Steve arrived and the caffeine was getting into your system, but when he finally appeared through the door and saw the bags, he asked for an explanation immediately.   “Steve, I’m gonna leave you” You said bluntly; it was not the way you wanted to break down things to him “I can’t do this anymore… I feel like I’m stuck here with you” Your caffeine façade slowly started to disappear “I… I love you so much, but I can’t bear that the only thing that we do is cuddle and have sex. We don’t even try new stuff at sex! I have asked you a hundred times to dress up or getting tied up or whatever but you keep saying no” You bit your lip “I can’t live like this…” “You’re leaving me because I’m boring?” He asked, still not really getting the idea. “I’m leaving you because I’m bored… I can’t believe that to do something fun and different I had to go to a shooting range with Natasha and Maria… Steve, I do love you because you are great… But this is unbearable” He sighed, knowing that you were right and he hadn’t done anything to keep the fire alive “I’ll be with Sam just so you know… Think about it and think if you don’t want to lose me” You leaned forward to kiss his lips one last time. It broke your heart to do it, but eventually it’ll be for the best to see if Steve was actually willing to change his ways for you.

Title: Rough Night (reader x Matt)

Summary: Reader likes Matthew Murdock and goes out after work to find him, only to see him and Karen kissing

Word Count: 1417

A/N: YES MATT YES! Also WHAT 900 FOLLOWERS. I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO SO MUCH. I cannot even fathom that many people. Thank you, so much, from the bottom of my heart

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Out Of The Shadows

Original request from a lovely anon:  Could you write a Matt MurdockXReader where they knew each other since they were young and when Matt gets blinded she was there for him and such. But when he left for Law School she stayed and she trained and turned into “Shadow” and she tries to protect Hells Kitchen and when Matt comes back they meet up as regular friends, each not knowing the other’s identity. They then meet up and they recognize their voices and idk. You can change it up if you would like. (Thank you)

A/N: I did end up changing it up a little bit, and I hope that’s alright! This was super interesting for me to write, so thank you for sending in the request!

Pairing: Matt MurdockxReader

Word Count: 2410

Warnings: Mild language, other than that, nothing

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“So, law school, huh?”

“Yeah…” His hand on my bicep tightens.

“You don’t sound too pleased about it, Matty.” I say. “What’s eating you?”

“I’m just a little apprehensive about leaving Hell’s Kitchen, that’s all.” He shrugs lightly.

“Oh come on, you’ve been wanting to get out since before you were blinded.” A few onlookers gasp at my insensitive words, but Matt just chuckles. He hates it when people tiptoe around him, so I don’t. “You should be celebrating your escape.” I pause and turn to face him, gently grabbing his shoulders and shaking him lightly. “You’re finally escaping hell. Literally.”

“I guess you’re right.” He says, chuckling lightly.

“Besides,” I say, once again leading him down the walkway. “Without me to cling onto, you’re definitely gonna get a ton of ass.”

“(Y/N)!” He cries.

“What? It’s true, Matt! Girls love guys like you.”

“Guys like me?” He questions, the smirk on his face evident in the tone of his voice. “You mean blind guys?”

“Yes!”

“Yes? What do you mean yes?”

“What I mean is that girls like funny, kind, sweet, smart, talented and handsome blind guys, such as yourself.” I explain. “And without me by your side, all of them are bound to flock to you like they’re bees and you are a gorgeous blind flower with the best pollen around.”

“Are you saying you were the reason I got zero dates in high school?”

“Oh please, the way I lead you around most people thought we were dating.” I roll my eyes at him. “At any given time I had a girl come up to me tell me how lucky I was to be in a relationship with you. We were a truly heart breaking couple you and I, Matt. What a shame it had to come to an end.”

“Oh? And how did “we” end exactly?” I can tell without looking at him that he’s trying to hold back his laughter.

“Oh it was simply tragic.” I say my voice dripping with sarcasm. “It was the middle of the summer after we graduated. The air was hot, but our hearts were cold. We couldn’t handle the pressure of being so perfect anymore! And so we parted ways, never to be lovers again.”

“That sounds like one of those terrible straight to video movies your mom likes to watch.” He snorts loudly before bursting out into laughter.

“How do you think I came up with it, dude?” I manage to say before laughing with him. Soon enough we come to a stop in front of Matt’s apartment building. “Well, this is your stop.”

“Could you walk me up?” He asks.

“I know you can manage it.” I say, rolling my eyes. “You may be blind, but it’s not like you can’t see.”

“Huh?”

“What?”

“I thought you had said-”

“I didn’t say anything.” I say cutting him off. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs.”

-Fast forward 7 years-

I’m asleep and the phone rings. I look at the alarm clock, and it’s nearly 8:30. Who in heaven’s name is calling me? It’s Saturday. I have the day off. No one should be calling me. Regardless of this person’s wrongdoings, I pick up my cellphone and answer the call.

“Hello?” I answer, the word coming out in a groan.

Are you seriously still in bed? A familiar voice says on the other end of the line.

“Shut the fuck up, Murdock, not all of us have a human alarm clock.” I grumble, slowly sitting up in bed, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes.

Hey, Foggy is my best friend. He counters.

“Oh? What does that make me, Matty, chopped liver?” He just laughs in response.

If the shoe fits.

“You know, I would beat you senseless if you weren’t blind.”

Good thing I can’t see shit then, isn’t it? He asks, sounding like he’s ready to laugh again.

“Yeah,” I answer. “For you.”

We still on for coffee?

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I unwillingly peel the covers away from my body and get out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom to get washed up.

We’re meeting at th-

“Yeah, I know, the cathedral,” I interrupt. “Really, Matt. I can remember stuff. It’s you I’m worried about.”

Don’t be, (Y/N). I know this city like the back of my hand.

“The thing is, you’ve probably gotten a new freckle or mole or something since the last time you saw it.” I say, starting the water for a shower. “Just don’t get lost, okay? I don’t know if I’ll be able to find you this time.”

I’m not going to get lost. I’m not fifteen anymore.

“Sure you’re not.” I chuckle. “I’ll meet you there in an hour, okay?”

Alright, see you then.

“See ya, Matty.”

We hang up and I hop in the shower to clean up from a rough night. I was out late as usual, beating up the stray thug and would be rapist. Everything was normal until a band of ninjas came at me and nearly took me out. Yes. I said ninjas. Ninjas in New York. Sounds like a terrible straight to DvD movie a day-care would have, but never play because they’ve gotten too many complaints from parents. Regardless, ninjas in New York. Very dangerous. I don’t recommend engaging them when they come anywhere near you. I just barely got out of there before the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen showed up to take them down. I stuck around just long enough to watch him take a couple of guys to the ground, err, roof. He had a sort of covering over his face. It covered everything from the tip of his nose up. As dark as it was, there’s no way he would have been able to see through the fabric, let alone take out the number of men he did with the sheer skill with which he did it. In that lighting and with the cover over his face, he had to have been blind. But that begs the question, if he is blind, then how did he do it? Who could have that sort of skill set?

My train of thought continues as I get out of the shower, towel dry my body and hair, get dressed and even as I’m leaving my apartment.

This entire occurrence has to be one of the absolute weirdest and most awe inspiring things I’ve seen during my night shift. Hell’s Kitchen certainly is a holding tank for weirdos. Regardless of the number of weirdos in my city, I am definitely glad the Devil showed up when he did. If he hadn’t I might be a murder scene right now. Still, where did he come from? There were no reports of

It’s not long till I’m approaching the front gates of the cathedral. Matt is already there, cocking his head like he does when he’s listening to something really intently.

“Hey there, Mr. Big Time Lawyer Man, how goes the big time law work?” I call.

“Oh you know, just big time law work in a dinky big time law firm that Foggy and I founded ourselves.” He says, turning in the direction of my voice.

“It’s good to see you, Matty.” I say, wrapping my arms around his shoulders in a hug.

“It’s good to see you too, (Y/N).” He says, hugging me back.

“Ooh, a comedian and a lawyer.” I pull away from him and poke his nose gently. “How is it that you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“I can’t see myself with any of the women I meet.”

“Shit’s getting old, Matt.” I snort.

“Yeah yeah, I know, but no one else lets me get away with it like you do.” A grin spreads across his features.

“That is true.” I nod, offering him my arm. “You ready to go?”

“Of course.” He nods, gently grasping my bicep. “Caffeinate me, baby.”

“See, it’s stuff like that that made everyone think we were dating.” I chuckle.

“Are we really back on this topic again?” He asks.

“Oh we’re always on this topic, Matt. Always.”

“Good to know we can just pick up where we leave off.”

“Perks of being such good, long time and stubborn friends.” We walk down the street, headed in the direction of the best coffee joint in Hell’s Kitchen. “We could probably pick up where we left off on a conversation from fifteen years ago and it would be like no time has passed.”

“In that case, how could you ever think that the second generation of pokemon was better than the first?” He questions.

“Hey, don’t question my choices blind boy, the series just went downhill after the third generation, it was the last season and game before the beginning of the end.” I argue. “They’ve got a living chandelier now.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, not to mention a walking bag of garbage. Do you wanna know what it’s evolution is?”

“Do I even want to know?”

“It’s like the contents of the dumpster behind Josie’s bar came to life.”

“Gross.”

“Yeah. Exactly!” I cry. “Why do you even care about me liking the second generation better than the first anyways? You couldn’t even watch it!”

“Just to piss you off, (Y/N).” He says, laughing quietly. “Just to piss you off.”

“Good to know we never moved past that point in our relationship.” Matt just grins at me in response.

When we make it to the cafe we order our drinks and just talk. We talk about anything and everything. He tells me about Foggy and Karen and how all three of them ended up working together. I talked to him about working at the shitty bank down the street and the weird people I see come and go every single day. We talk about the time we’ve been away, what we’ve done, what we’ve learned and who we’ve dated. As far as I can tell, he’s the same old Matt Murdock, but I know better than that. Something about him has changed, I can feel it, but I can’t quite put my finger on what it is. I shrug it off as we near the end of our visit and he has me walk him home.

“Do you want to come up?” He asks.

“Nah, I can’t.” I answer, trying to keep my breathing and heart rate normal, just in case his hearing is strong enough to tell I’m lying. “I’ve got a work thing. It’s super important, otherwise I would try to get out of it,”

“Alright.” He nods.

“It was really great visiting with you, Matty.” I pull him into a strong hug. “I’ve missed having you around.”

“I’ve missed you too, (Y/N).” He says hugging me back briefly before letting go of me. “We should do this again some time.”

“Maybe I can meet your friends next time.” He nods as he walks up stoop, waving goodbye to me. “See ya later, Murdock.”

-Three hours later-

I sit, crouched on a rooftop, waiting for some sign of wrongdoing going on in the city. It seems like a pretty slow night so far. No one’s tried to jump, rape or rob anyone so far, and no ninjas have showed up yet so I’m pretty bored. What’s the point of hero-ing if no one needs to be saved.

With a heavy sigh, I heft myself up from my spot, ready to leave, when I hear a light ‘thump’ alerting me to a newcomer on the roof. I turn around slowly to find the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen behind me.

This ought to be fun. I think.

I slowly approach him, looking him up and down, taking in his stance, posture and the sort of aura he lets off. Everything about this man is familiar, and suddenly I can piece everything together.

“Since when are you in the vigilante business, Murdock?” I question. “Thought you were blind, kid.”

“How do you know who I am?” He says, cocking his head to the side.

“You seriously can’t tell?” I ask. He shakes his head, ‘no’, and I sigh. “I thought you were better at the whole “listening to people” thing. Can’t you recognize my voice?”

“(Y/N)?” He says incredulously. “How did you know?”

“Something about you seemed different when we met for coffee today. Something about you changed.” I explain. “It also helps that I realized the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was blind after he saved me the other night.”

“So you’re The Shadow the street thugs have been talking about?”

“That’s what they’re calling me?” I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “I didn’t know I’d made a name for myself.”

“From what I’ve heard you’ve taken down street crime by fifteen percent since december.” He says. I can hear the slight smirk in his voice.

“What can I say?” I shrug. “I just really kick ass.”

“How’d you come to be “The Shadow”?” He asks, putting my alias in air quotes.

“A little over a year after you left for college I started training with someone. Sick, stubborn old bastard, but he was good.” I explain. “He told me about a previous student of his. No one after him seemed to make a good impression on him. Something tells me you were that student.”

“You trained with Stick?” He sounds almost angry.

“Yeah.” I nod, folding my arms across my chest. “He left after a year or so to go find someone else to fail him. Once he was gone, something made me want to try to help clean up the city or something. So, here I am.”

“Stick abandoned you too, huh?”

“Yeah, but who needs him anyways?” I turn back to look out over the rooftops. “Dude sucks.”

“Very astute, (Y/N).” He says, coming to stand at my side.

“Don’t use lawyer talk with me, Matty, I only went to community college.” Suddenly he cocks his head, clearly hearing something I can’t. “What is it?”

“Gang a few blocks over.” He answers. “I can’t quite tell what they’re doing.”

“Well, duty calls.” I smirk and take a few steps back before sprinting forwards and leaping across the gap between two buildings.

“This could be the beginning of a very strenuous partnership.” Matt mutters before following after me.

“Don’t be like that, Matty.” I say. “You’re never gonna get rid of me. I’m you’re new shadow, right?”

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On My Honour - Part Twenty-Four

A Steve Rogers x OC Story

Warning: Fluffy Fluff

Summary: Over protective Steve has called in on his favors to plan a perfect surprise for Haleigh.

Tags: @trielleamnessis // @shamvictoria11

Part Twenty-Three

“Are you planning to coddle me all night, babe?” Haleigh mused after watching Steve step in front of her as someone tried to walk past them.

“Don’t think of it as me coddling you. I’m coddling the baby.” Steve grinned as he turned to face her.

“Steve, I’m not even showing. Two months. Can you at least wait to act like that until I’m showing?”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, chuckling. “Well I can’t promise that. Let’s compromise and say it’s based on situation?”

“Fine, but people walking past me when they’re already three feet away is a little excessive.” She teased, tapping his nose.

“Alright, alright. I’ll give ya that.” He grinned, kissing her forehead.

“So what’d Pepper say to ya earlier?” She asked curiously.

“Oh, she was letting me know that everything is set up for us upstairs.”

Haleigh cocked a brow. “What do you mean?”

He just gave a cocky smirk. “You’ll see. Let’s give Tony a few more hours to celebrate drunkenly about this.” He rested a hand on her stomach. “Then I have a private celebration planned for just you and me.”

“You know I can’t handle anything too fancy or crazy, right?” She scrunched up her nose.

“I know, doll. Don’t worry. I’ve got it under control.”

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Steve guided Haleigh up the stairs to the observatory, finally managing to get away from the ever clingy Tony. He held her hand tight, laughing a bit. “Not tired yet, are you?”

“More curious about what’s up your sleeve, Captain.” She mused.

“Well.. I wanted to spend some time as just us. So..” He grinned, opening the door to the observatory.

With Pepper’s help, the two had seen to the area littered with candle light. Jarvis had the windows look like a much more brilliant version of the night sky than New York City could offer. Soft jazz music hummed through the observatory.

Haleigh cocked a curious brow. “Color me impressed. We already had our private celebration remember?” She teased, running her fingers over his chest.

He chuckled softly, grasping her hand as he pulled her into a soft sway in the middle of the room. “I know but I still want every opportunity to get you alone.”

She grinned up at him. “I’ll give you that one.. Should I be expecting a love-filled speech followed by you on one knee with a sappy proposal as well?”

He smirked. “I’d say yes but we both know I’m not entirely great at anything sappy. More of the bashful, beat around the bush kind of guy.”

She giggled softly. “Now that is so true.”

“Hey now, that doesn’t mean I don’t have any tricks up my sleeve.” He mused, twirling her. “Although I will admit that in this case I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.”

“Then we leave it up to timing, eh?” She mused. “This place does look quite neat. I’m loving the stars.”

“They’re programmed to show different scenes of the night sky. Speaking of which.” He smiled as the view changed to the Northern Lights. He watched Haleigh’s face light up just a bit.

“Oh wow that’s so cool.”

“I remember you once told me that your obsession with the night sky could only go so far because our eyes are only able to see so much due to darkness. You said you wished you could see the beauties beyond our mind’s eye could ascertain.” He said gently, turning her so her back rested against his chest.

She nodded, resting her head against his chest. “The very next day you bought me a book with pictures that satellites or telescopes have taken.”

“I did.”

“Oh, and you named a star after me for our anniversary. You said it was your way of giving me a piece of the cosmos I loved so much.”

He chuckled. “You’re right, I did. Tony helped me with that.”

“Tony helps you with a lot.”

“He does but he’s yet to send me astray when it involves you. You and I have been through a lot and we’re clearly bound to go through more. I’ll take whatever advice I can get.” He kissed the top of her head.

Her lips quirked into a slight smile. “Ever the soldier first, eh?”

He nodded a bit, swaying to the music with her. “Yes, I’d say so. Makes me a little awkward in the romance department.”

“Not in my opinion.”

“Oh yeah? Name one time I was romantic without Tony’s help.”

“Remember the night we went camping?”

“Your idea.” He reminded.

“Yes… But we were sitting by the fire under a blanket and roasting marshmallows. What’d you say to me?”

“I said ‘My God, I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you. I’m so blessed to have you by my side each and every day.’”

She nodded. “And I told you it was just the light of the fire playing tricks on you..”

“And I stated 'Only a fool would dismiss your beauty and I’m no fool. You’re far too good for me and I thank God everyday for allowing me into your life. You’re absolutely perfect in every way.’”

“Sounds pretty romantic to me.”

“Until it started to rain.”

“That only added to it. Steamy kiss, passionate love making…as far as I know, Tony wasn’t there.”

“Point proven. He was not. That one was all me.” He mused.

Haleigh watched in the small silence as the sky changed once more. “Where’s this from?” She asked curiously.

“According to Thor, this is close to the view they can see from Asgard. You’ve said you wish you could see the sky from their view.”

“It’s gorgeous. No wonder Thor loves it so much up there.” She breathed.

Steve adjusted slightly and kissed her cheek. He was thrilled she was enjoying what he had planned. “Remember when you asked Thor if he’d take you to Asgard, even if it was just long enough to get a peek at this view and the culture?”

“Yeah, he told me it wasn’t permissible and you interjected and said that one day you’d find a way to show me.” She grinned. “Which you have.”

“You told me it was silly to promise you that I would show you every site in the sky you wanted to see.”

“So that’s what you’re up to.”

He chuckled, nodding. “Perhaps.” He stated as the scene changed once more to her favorite planet, Pluto.

She gasped softly, lurching forward to brush her fingers over the window turned screen. “How is this footage even possible? Where’d it come from?”

“A favor Thor pulled for me from the guardian of their portal system.”

“Wait so this is real time right now?” She glanced up at him.

Steve nodded. “Yes. Are you pleased, doll?”

“I.. Yes, of course.” She smiled, voice soft as she traced the visible edges of Pluto’s surface.

He watched her etch every crest and crater into her memory for what seemed like minutes on end. He glanced at the clock and pulled a small box from his pocket while she was so intent on the view in front of her.

“What’s next?”

“Your star.” He smiled as he lowered himself on one knee.

Haleigh watched as the scene changed once more. Upon it was a twinkling star. “This one is mine? It’s so pretty.”

“Keep watching.” He said softly.

Slowly, words etched across the screen like in a Disney movie. She smiled brightly, reading the font.

Haleigh, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?

“Haleigh.” He smiled, watching her spin to face him.

She bit her lip, grinning. “Steve.” She responded.

He popped open the small box to reveal the ring he’d been holding. “I’ve been holding onto this for months waiting for the right time. So much has happened since then.”

“You’re not doing this just because I’m pregnant, are you?”

“If you’re asking if I’m doing this just to "do the right thing,” then no. I’m doing this because I love you with all my heart. Because you’re my entire world and you deserve more than I can ever give you. And I’m doing this because I want to have a family, a future with you. Will you marry me, Haleigh?“

She nodded, barely able to squeak out "yes.”

Steve slipped the ring onto her finger, fitting perfectly. He pulled himself to his feet while simultaneously pulling her into his arms.

She laughed as he spun her around. “Not too much, you’ll make me sick.” She teased as he gently set her on her feet.

He peppered her with kisses, laughing excitedly. “I love you so much, Haleigh. And baby, of course.”

“And we love you just as much, Steve. Here’s to our 'ever after.’”  

Playing House

Author: Mikala

Characters: Clint Barton x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Maybe like one swear word?

Author’s Note: This was also supposed to be a drabble… I am known for going above and beyond. The prompt was “I needed someone… And you were the only one I thought of.” I made up a cousin/family members for Clint. As always in my fics, Clint’s wife and kids do not exist in this. Let me know if you want a smutty Part 2?

Makeup scrubbed off, freshly showered, hair pulled up, pajamas on. You bed was calling your name, and as far as you were concerned, nothing was going to pull you away from it. You had just laid down, pulled the covers over your body, and found a comfortable position when you heard your cell phone’s text alert sound go off. You groaned, tempted to ignore it, but it went off twice more almost immediately afterwards. You figured that if it was an emergency, whoever it was would have called you rather than texted… But then again, who would text you three times in a row when it was almost midnight? Your curiosity got the better of you, and you found yourself rolling over to grab your phone from your nightstand. You smiled when you saw the messages were from “Merida.” You had a fierce love for all things Disney, and maybe a little crush on a certain archer friend of yours, so that was what Clint’s number was saved as in your contacts. You quickly scrolled through his most recent texts to you.

EMERGENCY. I NEED YOUR HELP ASAP –Clint

Ok well… It’s not really an emergency but I would appreciate your help –Clint

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Good Enough - Steve Rogers

N/A: I hope that you’re feeling better now! And if you don’t you can talk with me if you’d like! 

(Masterlist)

Nearly six months of relationship, six months of new feelings and situations, six months being Captain America’s girlfriend. You were really happy alongside Steve Rogers, in fact, you’ve never been so happy before. Steve was really a good man, even with his flaws, everything made him the hero he was. Everything about him remembered how he was special … and how you were so simple. While Steve was born to greatness, to make a difference and participate in the important role of saving the innocent… You felt you were just a worker ant inside the huge anthill. You had no super powers, you had no super intelligence or was a spy or former assassin. You weren’t an important political office nor was a famous celebrity. You were just you.

You sighed heavily, looking to the clock hanging on the wall of the bakery where you worked, it was almost 7 pm and your second shift would soon end. And you would have to go home and face those blue eyes. It had been a month since you started working the two shifts at the bakery, including asking for your boss to help you with the excuse that it was necessary that the submanager had to be all the time in the store. It was a pathetic excuse, but at least there you felt you belonged somewhere. The store returned to fill with new customers as it was getting late, making your mind stay again busy with work and away from your inner problems. You moved from one side to the other, taking orders from everyone and asking for new products to the front of the store until Camille - one of the attendants and your greatest confidant - came to where you were in the store background with a worried expression.

“He’s here, (Y/N).” she whispered, while she adjusted your hair automatically. “And he looks concerned.”

You took a deep breath, straightening your shoulders before forcing a relaxed smile and march to where Steve was standing at the counter. By spending more time away working, you could better hide your emotions, but you felt guilty because Steve didn’t deserve it. He had no fault to be what he was and that you couldn’t reach the same level as him. You leaned on the counter to stretch and reach the face of the super soldier kissing his cheek and making him smile.

“Hey, soldier.”

“Doll, I was worried… Will you take a lot to go home?“ Steve put a hand to your face, stroking your cheek and then placing one of your strands hair behind your ear.

“Huh, sorry, I completely lost the time… I’ll go home soon.“ you smiled weak and Steve just nodded.

“I need to go on a meeting at Stark right now, but when you get home you send me a message?” he leaned over and kissed your forehead, you nodded silently and gave a brief ‘see you’ watching him leave the store.

You needed to leave.

Once you got inside the apartment you shared with Steve, you went straight toward the closet, grabbing your bag and throwing your things in it and then close it. You’ve thought about taking a shower and change your uniform for a warmer clothes, but afraid that Steve could get home you just picked up your bag and left. After locking the apartment, you picked up a paper and wrote a direct explanation before passing the key and the paper under the door. While you walked away from the building, you didn’t know if it was the crying or the cold that was making you shiver.

“(Y/N), I’m home!” 

Steve hummed when entering the dark apartment, finding it strange to have no answer, he turned on the light and closed the door. He sought you throughout the apartment, calling out your name and felling his chest tighten even more. It was then that he noticed the key and paper near the door, walking with long strides and ducking to get, Steve felt his body freeze when he read the message.

‘You deserve someone better. I’m sorry, but it’s better this way.’

Steve didn’t think twice, rising quickly and opening the door, he ran toward the street. It was cold and snowing, you couldn’t have gone far if you were walking. He walked for 20 minutes. For 20 minutes, he wondered what he had done wrong and blamed himself for not having noticed that you were unhappy. But he loved you and he would do anything to fix what he had done wrong, he would do anything to make you happy again. Then he saw you lying in the street banks, near the bus stop, your suitcase on the floor and snow beginning to cover you. Steve ran toward you, horrified watching the scene before him. He gently took you in his arms and then easily held your bag, walking back to the apartment in silence. The super soldier held you tight against him, trying to warm your delicate body. You didn’t move because of the cold and it worried him. He didn’t want to lose you for something like this. He wouldn’t stand. While you were unconscious, Steve took off your wet clothes and gave you a hot bath, then he dressed you with his warm clothes and laid you in bed with some quilt layers to keep you warm. He made sure to pack your stuff back in the closet before lying down at your side and snuggle you against him. Steve just fell asleep when he felt that your body was already in a safe temperature and that you were sleeping due to exhaustion.

“(Y/N)? Honey? Darling? Baby? Doll?” Steve whispered in his ear, trying to wake you gently, still feeling his heart tighten worriedly, but then sighing relieved to see you open your eyes lazily.

“W-what? Steve?” you asked sleepily for a second holding your breath and automatically trying to get away from him, but Steve held you in his arms preventing you from leaving.

“Don’t… (Y/N), look, I’m sorry. I know it’s my fault, but-”

“No, Stevie, you are perfect! The problem is… I’m not good enough… You need someone to pitch to live in your world… you … I-I …” you didn’t know what to say, feeling your eyes fill with tears, you choked slightly trying to hold back a sob. Steve watched you painfully, hugging you tighter and allowing you to hide your face in his chest.

“So this is the problem? (Y/N)… You’re everything to me… You’re what brings me down to earth. You’re what makes me sober amidst all the craziness that’s my life. Remember when we first met? You saw me as Steve, you saw me just like another man trying to flirt with you and you said no… And slapped me! At that moment I was sure that you were the woman of my life." he murmured, stroking your hair and your  back in an attempt to calm your crying and end your insecurities. If he had known before, if he had noticed… You’d never fell those things. Steve sealed the top of your head and sighed. "I love you, (Y/N). And when I say this, I mean it.”

“Are you sure?” you whispered, raising your face to look at Steve, your eyes looking for him to try to see any hint of regret, but you just found love and care. “I don’t have super powers nor am hyper intelligent, or rich or anything…”

“Hey, I love you because you’re just you.” Steve smiled tenderly, stroking your face with one hand and briefly kissed your lips, pulling out a small smile from you. “And that’s good enough for me.”

Everybody Approves (Bucky x Reader)

I’m really sorry it took me a while to get this imagine out. And also sorry if I didn’t write exactly what you wanted, I kinda got inspiration from rewatching both CA:TFA and Avengers. And i kind of made it so it’s the team notices how touchy-feely they are. I put lots of BFF Steve as well. This is also super long. (title is supposed to imply everybody approves of the relationship haha)

Prompt: It would be really cute if you wrote something about Bucky/reader and how they randomly pull each other into kisses and hugs cause they are still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. Please and thank you 💕💕

also- crying seems to be a theme in this. It gets quite feel-y towards the end. Hope you enjoy, especially Anon who sent this in!

@steven-fightme-rogers

You opened your eyes in the morning to see the bluest pair of eyes you had ever set sight on gazing down at you.

“Were you watching me sleep?”

“May-be.” Your wonderful boyfriend of a few months dragged out the syllables as he smirked down at you.

“That’s creepy.”

“Maybe it is. But you’re adorable when you’re sleeping. Couldn’t help myself.”

And with those words, Bucky trapped you underneath his sturdy frame, forcing you to cuddle with him. Not that you minded, of course.

“Buck!” You giggled as you tried to get out your boyfriend’s so-called “death grip”.

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“When there is a storm, and you stand in front of a tree, if you look at it’s branches, you swear it will fall, But if you watch the trunk, you will see it’s stability.”  - The Revenant 2015

Oh Captain, My Captain!

Title: Oh Captain, My Captain!

Characters: Steve Rogers, Reader

Summary: You just want a relaxing night out at a bar, but creepy dudes have other ideas.

Based On: Blue Bloods by Laurel

Listen: Here

Tagging: @liqhthouse @imagine-assembling-the-avengers (hope you don’t mind being tagged Angel!)

Warnings: Drinking, Assholes being Assholes, Pretty vulgar language. (I think that’s it! Message me if you find anymore!)

A/N: My first marvel one-shot! Let me know what my Little Angels think!

The bar was lit in amber light from the brown lampshades hanging above each table. Patrons muddle about, not too many were there, it was Wednesday after all. A few had struck up a game of pool in the corner of the room, but most just sat quietly in their booths, or at the counter where you were seated.

You signaled to the bar tender to refill your drink, scotch on the rocks. You take a sip, then return to people watching. It had been a long week, and it was only half way done. On Monday you had a double shift, then you coworker had a family emergency and you had to cover her shift. On Tuesday you had issues with what your store ordered, so that was screwed to high hell, and somehow your boss was blaming it on you, even though you have literally nothing to do with what they stock. And today, you had several moody, dick-bag customers blowing up at you, and yelling in your face because they were trying to use 3 year old coupons, and because of their own stupidity. How you managed to survive this long without maiming someone was incredible.

You took another well deserved sip of your drink as someone slides into the seat next to you. You ignored him at first, hoping he would take the hint, and stop looking you up and down like you were a piece of meat. But, nope! Just your luck that Neckbeard had to pick you out of all the people in this bar, just great!

“Hey Gorgeous, what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a bar like this?” God, you could smell his breath from where he was sitting, alcohol clearly present in it. You looked him over, his jeans are worn and fade with holes in them, a plain white T-shirt which is covered with various stains you don’t want to know about. His brown hair to greasy, and he smells like he hasn’t showered in days. Why couldn’t he see you wanted to be left the hell alone.

“Trying to have a relaxing night in the middle of the week, but a few people” You glare at him, “Are making that impossible.”

“Hey, hey, hey, I get it, some people just can’t take a hint ya know? That’s why you gotta be direct about it, flat out tell them you don’t won’t to talk to them.” He was clearly not taking the hint.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“See, there you go just like that, say I was wondering, you wanna ditch this bar and head back to my place?”

“No,” he seems baffled by your blunt response, like he hasn’t heard it thousands of time before.

“You bitch, I have been nothing but kind to you, and you tell me no!” You are about to start into him when out of know where a large hand grabs his shoulder.

“I suggest you apologize to the lady, before things get ugly.” The voice attached to the hand say in a threatening manor. Neckbeard can’t see the man holding him, but you can. And damn, this man is huge, and quite handsome.

“Hey buddy, shove off this has nothing to do with you.” Neckbeard turned to face him, and you could instantly see the regret on his face.

“First off, I am not your buddy, second either you leave the nice lady alone, or you’re gonna have to deal with my fist to your face. Understand?” Neckbeard nodded his head vigorously, then quietly muttered an apology to you. A laugh left your lips before you could stop it, a smile spread across your face. That was by far the funniest thing you had seen that week. The blond man turned to you a sympathetic smile on his face.

“I’m sorry about him ma'am, some men are real pigs,” He turned to leave, but you called out to him.

“Wait!” he looked back to you, a questioning look on his face, “You should stay, in case he comes back you know” He smiled at you, like he knew what you were doing, and in all honesty he did, but you were pretty cute, and seemed interesting. “I’m (Y/N) by the way, and you are?”

“Steve,” He told you

“Well, Steve, has any one ever told you, you have some of the prettiest blues eyes?” You leaned over toward him. Man, you were never that bold without a little alcohol in you blood stream.

“Are you flirting with me?” A smug smirk was on his lips.

“Maybe,” You ended up talking to each other till last call, which you then exchanged numbers, and told him to call you. Which he did, the next day, that was the first of many, many dates to come. Now, Steve’s only mission was to never, ever let the other Avengers find out about you, the amount of teasing he would receive would be unbearable. But they did, when Tony and Clint went through his phone to look for people to prank call, only to find a contact under the name, sugar. The teasing would never ever let up after that.

Please Don't Do It || Steve Rogers

Summary: It was the end, you couldn’t take it anymore, you decided to end your life. Until a certain handsome 97 year old finds you and tries to change your mind…

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Suicide, Depression, Reader Near-Death If you’re depressed or suicidal then, please please please ask for help. Ending your life is not worth it. You can talk to me ANYTIME, I don’t bite.

*Requests are open*

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You were alone in your bedroom, laying on the bed as tears were rolling down your cheeks. You’ve been holding it in all day. Seeing all those people smiling an happily living made you want to die. You felt like you were drowning, expect you could see everyone else around you breathe. That’s what depression felt like.

That was it for you. No one understood your pain. No one wants to help. No one.

You made your way to the bathroom, making sure to stop by the mirror, wanting to take one last look at yourself. You hated what you became, you used to be such a happy person, but now it was too late. That joy and desire to live you used to carry has been robbed from you. But then Steve came, and for a while, everything seemed to be better… but it didn’t last, unfortunatly. Not wanting him to abandon you, you never told your lover about your depression. You felt like you were a burden to him, and expressing to him how you felt would just add more weight on his shoulder. You didn’t feel like you mattered.

But what you didn’t know, is none of that was true, you did matter. You did have people who cared about you, you just needed to be brave enough to ask for help, because you deserved someone to be there for you, and help you get through those difficulties. But it didn’t really matter anymore now, did it?

Sighing for what would maybe be the last time, you opened the cap of the bottle, pourring a part of its content in your hand.

Ready to swallow the pills, you shakingly brought the pills close to your mouth when you heard a familiar voice shout.

“Don’t do it, please don’t do it (Y/N) .” No, you told yourself, what is he doing doing here?

“Baby, please don’t do it. I can’t lose you too. Please just put those pills down, love.” He gently whispered.

“You don’t get it Steve, you just don’t. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep putting a fake smile on my face and pretend I’m okay when I’m not. I can’t live with those people who pretend to be my friends while they actually hate me. This world is cruel and I can’t live in it anymore. You can’t understand my pain, no one can Steven. You’re better off without me, you’ll find someone better, there’s so many pretty girls out there who would kill to be with you. Please just let me die Steve.”

You whispered the last sentence, not finding enough strengh to use your voice. Steve was fighting back his own tears, blaming himself for not noticing sooner, all the signs were there, if only he just paid more attention to you.

“(Y/N) Look at me.” At first you ignored him, feeling too ashamed to face him. “Baby, hey, look at me. You don’t have to pretend anymore, okay? From now on, I want you to be honest with me. I want to help you fight this, I want to help you. Do you know why? Because I love you, because you’re the only one I want, those other girls mean nothing to me. (Y/N) please, just let me spend the rest of my life showing you how important you are to me.”

As he went on with his speech, he slowly took the pills from your hands, and hid them in his pockets, you didn’t take any actions to try to stop him. You were just exhausted, all you wanted was someone to hold you and tell you everything would be okay.

Steve wrapped his arms around your fragile body. He then tightened his grip around you, never wanting to witness an event like this ever again.

“Please don’t let me go…” You desperately asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to sob once again.

He kissed your hair and your forehead multiple times as you both sat down on the floor.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere, baby. Everything will be okay.  We’ll get through this together love, we’ll get trough this together.”

You weren’t alone anymore, everything was finally going to get better.

It’s Quiet Uptown - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1893 (Wowza) Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: death, angst Requested by anon A/n: This is a song fic based off of It’s Quiet Uptown from Hamilton. Check out the song here! It’s a longer fic than I usually write, so yeah. Also, a few female pronouns were used.

You would like it uptown, it’s quiet uptown. 

You trusted your husband. Some days it was a great thing, but some- not so much.

You trusted Bucky to watch your thirteen year old son and have some fun, while you worked with Tony and Bruce on a project they’ve been wanting your help on. You weren’t really sure why they wanted your help, but apparently you’re able to help them crack the code.

You considered leaving your son with Bucky with Uncle Steve watching over his shoulder, but it just so happened that Steve was sent on an emergency mission- so you had to let Bucky watch him alone.

It’s been hard to have Bucky in your son’s life. After falling in love, getting pregnant, losing Bucky again, and finding out he’s not actually dead only to get married again a year later- it’s been a roller coaster of emotions, and you weren’t sure your son would understand what was going on.

You figured it was probably time to let them have some time together, but you couldn’t stop working- so you left them alone.

Czytaj dalej

do they?

Also, I just have a lot of feelings about this:

(x)

Because Natasha is almost always the one to initiate when it comes to Steve:

mentions Phil Coulson’s Captain America trading cards when she first meets Steve to ease him into the chaotic atmosphere of the helicarrier

continuously tries to set him up, to the point where she can bring it up in the middle of a mission and he just goes along

texts him about business with emoticons

steals the hard-drive Fury gave to Steve and, instead of cracking it on her own like she very well could’ve, she goes back to the hospital to find Steve because she wants to work with him, as a team

and then literally bares her scars to him and makes a joke about it because making jokes during tense situations is what she does and again, Steve is so used to it that he goes along with it

I’m not going to use The Kiss as a point because that’s technically cover stuff, but after, she openly asks him about his “dating life” and rather than seeming surprised or whatever when he admits that he’s kissed at least one person since coming off the ice, she looks happy for him because he’s actually trying

he comes to her to ask what’s bothering her after they find refuge in Sam’s guest bedroom, because Steve Rogers comforts people, he tries to help them, it’s what he does - but Natasha reaches out to him, asks him about something that’s very important to her - if he trusts her - because she genuinely wants to know, maybe she’s almost desperate to after he’s saved her life, and she almost can’t help it, so she asks because she wants to know how he sees her

THE CHEEK KISS IN THE CEMETERY

joins in on teasing Steve about the “language!” and instead of acting exasperated like with the others, he actually teasingly fights back

accepts their supposed impending death in Sokovia with this sad, small smile on her face, looking perfectly content to spend her last moments with him, so comfortable in his presence that she doesn’t even have to look at him -  his presence is enough

Natasha almost goes out of her way to connect with Steve and I love it, not just as a shipper, but as someone who loves Natasha and hates seeing her characterized as emotionally distant and detached. Is she cautious? Yes. Is she not as affectionate as others? Yes. But she doesn’t shy away from being openly affectionate with the people she cares about, the people she loves. It manifests in different ways - snarky banter with Clint, an understanding akin to loyalty with Fury, sympathetic conversations with Bruce. And with Steve? It means reaching out to him and making the first move. I think we all see a terrible loneliness in Steve and Natasha doesn’t want that for him. She wants him to feel like he belongs with them, in this time, because this is his home now and he deserves to feel that way. From the very beginning, she’s been the one to initiate a personal interaction with him and I think that says so much about how their relationship works, because Steve isn’t the one that wears his heart on his sleeve with personal matters like this, and he isn’t the one that is trying to fix her - she’s trying to be open to him, reaching out to him in a way she believes will finally get him to reach out, too. Maybe not to her specifically, which is why she tries to set him up with someone else, but she wants to see him reach out to someone, to lean on someone and not carry all of this weight on his own shoulders anymore. She wants to chip away at the ice so that he can have an intimate connection with someone and not be so alone, because if he has that with someone then it means that he finally has a reason to truly exist in this new life he was thrust into, and that means Natasha would’ve finally gotten it right.

Come back soon *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Requested by @that-awkward-blonde-chick-xo : Your fanfics are on fleek❤️ could you write one were the prompt is: “I looked out the window and sighed, was he ever gonna get back?” And have it be a Bucky x Reader?? Warnings: Swearing, minor angst and fluff Admins Note: STEPHANIE YOU SWINE, enjoy this. – Ro (Low Key changed the prompt slightly to fit my writing style better, love you Natasha – Kik Nat, you beautiful human)

Inspired by the Bucky edition of In My Time of Dying & A Red Rose

1940’s

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU SIGNED?” You yelled, frowning deeply at your boyfriend of almost two years, his grin turning into a frown; if you weren’t so mad you’d comment on how great he looked in a uniform but you were angry, no, terrified for his life. You knew this day would come, you hoped the war would have been over before this happened, it wasn’t over and now he had sighed. You sighed gently, tears forming in your eyes at the thought of him not coming back to you, you couldn’t even look at him because you were so mad; he pulled the hat off and placed it on the table before walking to you, you stepped back just as fast and h frowned ever more “I need a few minutes, James” you tell him and leave the dining room.

“(Y/N)?” he knocked on the bedroom door gently, you look up, he sighs as he sees your eyes red and puffy, from crying no doubt “Doll, c’mere” you refuse and he walks to you and kneels down in front of you and lifts your chin with a finger so you have no choice but to look into his blue eyes, he has a gentle smile, almost affectionate. “I’ll come back, always.” You nod and let out a sigh, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand and sniffing, fresh tears on the brink of the dam and Bucky pulls you to him for a hug, resting his face in the crook of your neck; he’d never admit how scared he is to leave, terrified like you, he doesn’t want to leave you or home. He wants to stay here, where he can protect and love you, also Steve but he had to remain strong for you and himself.

“Just…” you trail and he pulls back “come back soon?” you asked and he nodded, running a hand through your (H/C) hair, he was going to miss this; the feel of you, your smile and smell, he pulled you to him and kissed you gently. It was almost as if his lips weren’t even on yours with how gentle he was, it was filled with all the words he needed but couldn’t say to you, plus a promise of return and a hint of hope but it also told you that he was afraid… like you but that no matter what he’d be home, he’d come home, soon.

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Brooklyn felt cold and empty without him, it felt dark and silent, everything a home shouldn’t be. It was worse with the fact Steve had ran off to join the army too, resulting in him becoming Captain America, at least they were together but it didn’t help ease your worrying and aching heart for Bucky, and Steve. Brooklyn didn’t feel like home, Bucky took that feeling with him, you knew it wouldn’t be the same without him but a part of you felt as though you could carry on; impossible, Bucky had been a part of your life for two years, wiggling his way into every nook and crevice of your life.

You sighed as you ate dinner at a diner with your friend, her guy s returned on medical leave, as much as you wanted to be happy for them… you were envious; he lost a leg but still, here they were both sat shaking a milkshake as you enviously stared at them, remembering the double dates Bucky dragged you on for Steve and his other couple friends. You told him to return in one piece but the longer you went without him the more you considered not caring about a loss of a limb.

You looked out the diner window and sighed, was he ever gonna get back? What if he is one of the unlucky ones that don’t return, how could you possibly move on from him? You wouldn’t even think about it, he promised, he said he’d come back soon and you were holding him to that. He promised you a forever, so, you’d believe him.

Present Time

Bucky stands over you, it’s silent as he tries to find the right words for you, he didn’t know how to apologise or even begin to word his emotions because it’s been so long, too long. The air is cold and tense, Bucky frowned as he tried to form some kind of sentence, some string of words that will tell you how sorry he is, how much he loves you but nothing sprang to mind and Bucky just remained standing… in silence.

He sighs gently “I don’t know what to say” he mumbled into the air “I don’t – I can’t begin to explain all of what happened, what kept me from returning to you, what made me so late for… this” his voice was quiet, soft and low, almost unheard unless you were standing next to him and he becomes silent again “I don’t know what to do, I’m so lost, (Y/N)” he sighed and let his head drop, staring at his shoes and he wipes his eyes but the tears form quickly after “I messed up the day I signed, I messed up, the day I put that uniform on was the day you lost me” he cries silently to himself, he thought he was stronger than this, he thought he could be stronger for you.

He’s silent as he tries to figure out what more is there is to say, he can’t think properly as the silence consumes him, he looks at you for a long moment and his heart aches because the picture is wrong. He was too late, gone for too long and missed you by a few years, even though he was alive but you missed him a chance to one last time see his face. He stares at the gravestone in front of him, your name clearly etched into it, he sighs gently knowing this is all in vain; you can’t hear him or feel him here but in this moment he likes to pretend you do. That you’re standing beside him, holding his hand and smiling up at him, that after a while you’ll tug on his hand and pull him away leading him to wherever because he was always chasing after you.

“I should get going” he sighed out, smoothing the stone with his human hand, running his fingertips gently over the smoothness of it and its cold. He remembers you were always cold, always staying close to him because he was warm, he remembers the obvious things but he has forgotten the feel of you and the smell. He can’t remember the perfume you used to wear, Natasha has spent hours spraying old perfumes to help him remember, nothing stands out in his mind and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get the exact smell because it was mixed with… you. He can’t remember the exact colour of your eyes, photos never have done your eyes justice, they were beautiful and captivating but he can’t remember them.

“I don’t know when I’ll come back” he admits “seeing you… without actually seeing you, it’s difficult, I can’t – it hurts that I let you down and left you alone” he sniffs and pulls his hand away “but I’ll come back soon, I promise, I won’t let you down ever again” he steps back and walks down the path, it won’t ever get easier for him.

(Hope you liked this, took some time to actually get right, fortunately, I got inspiration from past stuff I’ve written. Remember you can request; imagines, headcanons and one shots by myself and Angie. Yo! We take smut requests also, so, send those in - Rosalee)