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‘’I Don’t care’’

A/N: Just a silly idea that popped into my head, sorry this is crap I just had to get it off my mind.. I have a thing for bickering Bucky. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes Pairings: Bucky X Reader Prompt: Your reckless side can drive Bucky mad sometimes but he also kind of enjoyed it..  Warnings: injuries? violence?  Word count: 2164

Your heart was beating hard against your chest, adrenaline rushing through your body and you tried to be as quiet as you could while making sure that no enemies were in sight. ‘’All clear’’ you said over your earpiece and you lowered you gun slightly, feeling a little bit of relief. You instructions had been clear, stay together and clear the area, but you had an instinct that there was more to gain from this mission than was originally planned. 

You glanced over at Bucky before taking a deep breath as you pondered over the decision you were about to make. ‘’We should get going Y/N’’ Bucky said, gesturing down the hallway behind him ‘’there’s nothing down here’’ he gave you a small smile. 

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A/N: Okay, so I might have a slight obsession with Bucky being with kids but alas, the obsession continues… 

“Ugh, why won’t you stop crying?” I growled in frustration. The howling infant stopped for a second and looked up at my anguished expression. I thought that it had done the trick. He had stopped crying. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was premature. He began to wail again and I was at a loss. It went without saying that I knew nothing about parenting or child care but when the owner of the diner where I worked asked me to babysit her four-month old baby for a week I jumped at the opportunity; simply because I needed the money.

I inspected the baby’s diaper and fed him but still he wouldn’t shut up. I didn’t know what else to do. It was only the first night and I was already losing my mind.

No amount of money could be worth this hell!

There was a hard knock on my front door. I assumed it was one of the residents of the building, coming over to complain about the screaming child at 11pm; probably that old hag Gertrude from the apartment upstairs. If it was her, I was going to give her an earful about how I never complained whenever she practiced for her irritating tap-dance class. I cracked open the door and peeked out,

“Can I help you?” I asked the man standing in the hallway. I had never seen him before.

“Look, I’m not trying to be an asshole but could you please keep your kid quiet? Some of us are trying to sleep here.” He wasn’t being rude and from the look of it, he really needed his sleep.

“Listen, buddy, I don’t appreciate you coming over here to…” The baby began to cry louder and drowned out my voice. Maybe he had a point. “…okay, I will see what I can do.” I sighed and the man smiled kindly before.

When I shut the door, the baby began to cry louder. I pressed my back against the wood of the door and sank to the floor, sobbing helplessly. Another knock, softer this time. “I said I will see what I can do!” I spat as I swung the door open. It was the same man as before. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand and took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” He asked as I sniffled and folded my arms across my chest. “I don’t mean to upset you but have you tried holding him?” I stepped aside and gestured for him to enter the apartment,

“be my guest. I can’t take this anymore!” The man looked hesitant, at first. He furrowed his brows and looked as if he was thinking deeply about what to do. “Well?” I asked expectantly and he stepped inside.

“Your apartment is really hot!” He complained as he removed his jacket. The shirt he wore underneath was long-sleeved as well.

“Yeah, the heat regulator is broken and I can’t afford to get it fixed just yet.” I confessed as I shut the door.

He pressed one knee onto the edge of the bed and unwrapped the blanket from around him as he lifted him into his arms with the gentlest touch; he was clearly afraid to the fragile infant. The baby curled into his body into the man’s arm and eventually stopped crying all together. “Wow, you’re really good at that.” I smiled as I watched him rock the baby back and forth slowly.

“See? He just wants to be loved.”

“Don’t we all?” I chuckled and the man smiled tightly. “You got a name?” It probably wasn’t a smart move to invite a man I didn’t know into my apartment. For all I knew, he could have been a mass-murderer. The man raised his head slowly before answering,

“Bucky.” I thought it was an odd name. I hadn’t met many men named ‘Bucky’ but I didn’t point that out. “You look a little young to be a mom; what’s his name?” He asked, wrapping his left arm around the baby’s leg. It was the first time I noticed that his fingers were metal.

“Err… he’s not my kid and his name is Christopher.” If he had any more questions, Bucky didn’t ask them. “Did you lose your arm in the war?” My curiosity got the better of me and I had to ask.

“Something like that.”

“Yeah, which one?” I placed my hand on his bicep, lightly. This guy was an all-round hero. He served his country, was great with kids and not that bad looking either.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I was about to ask him to tell me more but he handed little Christopher back to me and grabbed his jacket from the chair. “I should get going, good luck with everything.” It was almost like my apartment was on fire and he needed to get out.

“Will I ever see you again, Bucky?” I didn’t want to come off too strong or too hopeful either. Bucky stopped in the doorway and looked at me over his shoulder.

“Maybe, one day.”  

Unfortunately, one day never came.

Omg your Peter imagines are amazing can you say what it would include finding out his secret identity or write a Drabble about his girlfriend finding out

I’m gonna do the prompt if that’s okay? Feel free to request the would involve version another time though! 

“Peter, you’re scaring me.” (Y/N) said honestly as Peter took her hand in his, sitting next to her on the couch. He took a deep breath and got ready for what he was about to tell her, making sure that he was completely ready before he did.

“I know that I’ve been really busy lately and I know that I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately, but there’s a reason,” he promised, looking into her (Y/E/C) eyes. He took another deep breath before continuing. “I’m Spider-Man.”

(Y/N) stared blankly at him for a moment. “You’re Spider-Man?”

“I’m Spider-Man.”

“Holy crap, my boyfriend is Spider-Man!”

A Cliché Anniversary

Summary: Bucky forgets your anniversary, will he make it up to you?

Word Count: 371

Warnings: None children, just fluff :)

Smack. You punched the bag. Again and again. They said it would help with anger, But it was doing nothing for you. Bucky, your beloved boyfriend, forgot your anniversary. A drop of sweat accumulated at your forehead, and worked its way down to your chin before falling onto the mat. You punched the bag again. Music was blasting, heavy metal to keep the mood. Switching it up, you rotate your hip and start kicking drills. Eventually a combination of arm, leg, and the occasional elbow.

A while into this, the song changes. A slower one comes on and you recognize it. It’s your and Bucky’s song, “Not Over You” By Gavin DeGraw. Once in the car you played it for him on the way back from a meeting with some S.H.I.E.L.D. officials. You thought he had never heard it, but turns out it was one of his favorites too. You paused to recollect this memory, a small smile gracing your lips.

Deciding it was time to shower, you grab your bag and swing open to the door to the hallway. After an uncomfortable elevator ride with Sam, you were sure he could smell you, yikes, you open the door to your suite and immediately race to the showers. A hot shower was exactly what you needed. Stepping out in a towel, you put on your favorite american flag shorts and a grey shirt. Realizing you never ate dinner, you make your way over to the kitchen, toweling your hair in the process. In the corner of your eye you notice a note that was slipped under your front door. You see Y/N written elegantly across the cover. Following its instructions, you head to the roof. Some candles were lit, and a suit clad Bucky was standing next to a table filled with your favorite food.  

“I figured the best anniversary would be the one you thought I would forget.” His play on words with ‘you would never forget’ made you smile.

“James Barnes.” You smiled even bigger. Walking over to him you gave him a small kiss on the lips. It was so cliché and you loved every second of it.

“You remembered.”

“I remembered.”

Title: Wedding Bells (Pt. 6)

(pt 1.) (pt. 2) (pt. 3) (pt. 4) (pt. 5)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1027

A/N: I have some polls for my next series, and I would be so grateful if you could help me out by taking them! Also, let me know if you want to be tagged in my next series when it comes out! 

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Steve’s point of view

I’m not Captain America. Not today.

Today I’m Steve, and she’s (Y/N). We’re not Avengers. We’re not heroes. Today we get to be people. The thing is, when you spend most of your life as a symbol you kind of forget what it’s like to be a person.

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After All This Time Pt.2

Requested?: Yes.

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky and the reader dated in the 40′s, and after Bucky’s death she ends up getting iced with Cap, and becomes an Avenger. Bucky then finds out the reader is alive.

Warnings: Civil War spoilers (maybe??) Language.

Word count: 1,455

A/N: FINALLY. I’m so sorry this took forever. I promise I’ll try to update the next part sooner. I know this is nothing, but I think shit is gonna start to go down next chapter. Make sure to follow if you liked this and wanna know when I update. Also, gif isn’t mine, all credit goes to owner.

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Part 1

After All This Time

Ever since Bucky’s death sleep had become your worst enemy. It was as if your body didn’t want you to sleep, and even when it did, your mind tormented you with horrible nightmares, all about Bucky’s death.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y?” You called out into the darkness. On nights like this when you had no company you entertained yourself by talking to the computerized A.I.

“Yes, Ms. Y/N?” The robotic lady-like voice responded.

You closed your eyes, clutching the sheets to your chest. “Do you think I’ll ever see Bucky again?”

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Open your eyes.

Scott Summers x Reader

Summary: BABES if ur request are open can u do a Scott summers where u can help him control his powers and u can look into his eyes and shit and mF THATD BE CUTE WHU HASN’T ANYONE DONE THAT YET(((’: ily

Word count: 571

Trigger warnings: nope

Spoilers: no

A/N: OMFG YESYYEYSYEYSYDESYE WHEN I READ THIS I FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT BC ALL I COULD THINK OF WAS X-MEN LAST STAND AND FUCK OKOKO THIS SUCKS REAL BAD IM SORRY

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“(Y/N) please I don’t want to hurt you. Can you just give it up? I’m not going to be able to control my powers, ever!” Scott yelled as he plopped down on the grass in the courtyard.

“Scott don’t say that. You’ll be able to control them I promise, and I’ll never give up, not even if it takes me forever.” You said as you sat next to him gently messaging his neck.

Scott took off his glasses eyes still closed as he messaged the bridge of his nose before placing the glasses back on his face.

“How about we take a break for the day and we can continue tomorrow?” You asked him turning his head to look at you.

Scott sighed before nodding his head, they both of you standing up and walking back to the mansion.

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“Alright so just think of something peaceful or calm.” You said to Scott as you stood behind him, hands on his shoulders.

Scott nodded his head, closing his eyes, and taking in a deep breath before opening his eyes again. You stumbled back with the force of him being pushed by the beams that came out of his eyes, and he quickly shut his eyes again.

“Okay…how about think of one of your happiest memories?” You recommended holding his neck this time, using your mutation of telepathy to calm him down a bit.

Scott breathed in deep again, removing his glasses and opening his eyes, you both stumbling back yet again.

“I give up. I can’t control them, it’s never going to happen.” Scott spoke softly as he looked down .

You looked at Scott sadly even though he was turned away from you.

“Maybe if we try-“

“We’ve tried everything (Y/N), there’s nothing left to do!” Scott yelled.

You huffed as you stood in front of him, your hands reaching up to grab his glasses. His hands immediately shot up to grab your to stop you.

“What the hell are you doing? You could kill yourself.”

“I’m going to stand in front of you this time, and you’re going to not shoot me with your deadly laser beams.” You said as you moved your hands up to his temple hoping to use your powers to help.

Scott’s hands shook along with his breath as he closed his eyes and slowly took off his glasses. He took in a deep breath as he slowly opened his eyes. He let out a breathy laugh as he saw you there standing in front of him, unharmed.  

“I told you could do it.” You whispered against his lips, kissing them softly.

You slowly moved your hands from his temple smiling as he still had his mutation under control. He kissed you back holding you against him, smiling and opening his eyes wide as you both pulled away. You laughed at how happy he was.

After a few more minutes of him just sitting there and examining your face his eyes started to blink rapidly, and he quickly slipped his glasses back on.

“Well, not that we know you can control it, we can just practice more to keep it controlled longer.” You smiled at him.

“Thank you, for your patience, for everything. God, I love you.” He said as he kissed you again.

“I love you too.” You chuckled.

Burglary doesn’t suit you

Pietro Maximoff (quicksilver) x reader

Word count: 1434

A/N: Dedicated to my favourite birthday girl @hipster-fandomblr because she’s such a huge fan of Pietro! Happy birthday, Mirte! I hope I did him justice! <3

“Get me the intel, they said, you’ll be fine, they said,” you muttered mockingly as you crept around the house, looking for an entrance. You’d waited until it was dark enough to walk around without getting seen, but you were already regretting your decision as you realised you had overestimated your skills and you had no idea how to actually get inside the house. Seeing as this was the first time your boss had sent you on a mission of your own, you’d been a little too excited about the money you would receive to care about preparing the break-in.

You had liked to think of yourself as a badass spy on a super-secret mission, however reality had soon hit you in the face when you’d figured out your boss was just a fat rich guy ordering people around to do his dirty business for him. Of course once you’d discovered the things he was doing weren’t exactly very legal, you’d tried to leave. But then you remembered how much money you were earning right now and, well, it’s not like part-time babysitting was a well-paid job.

So here you were, wasting your Friday night when you could have been binging Supernatural while wrapped in a blanket on the couch. You arrived at the backdoor of the house and of course you weren’t lucky enough for it to just be open. You sighed and opened your bag, having received a lock pick from your boss. Unfortunately, you’d never actually practiced using it before and after a few tries you groaned in frustration and threw it on the ground. You realised your mistake and flinched as it hit the ground with a loud clank sound. You hissed as you quickly picked it up and waited anxiously for any reaction.

After a couple of minutes of silence, you assumed anyone who heard you had already moved on and you carefully put the device in your backpack. Throwing one last angry look at the backdoor, you started searching for a different entrance. Luckily, you didn’t have to search very far as you immediately noticed an open window a couple of feet further. You cursed yourself for not noticing it sooner and made your way to the window. You pushed it open and started climbing, having to start over a couple of times and eventually ending up lying on the windowsill, panting, one leg inside the house and the other still dangling outside the window. You tried to slowly let go of the windowsill and lower yourself onto the floor, but gravity wasn’t on your side as you let go too soon and crashed down onto the floor. You stiffened, staying down for a couple of seconds, before deciding nobody was home and scrambling up from the floor.

You sighed as you looked around, trying to figure out which room you’d broken into. You cursed yourself - again – for being so incredibly unprepared and not bringing a flashlight. You considered turning on the light for a second, before deciding it would probably raise suspicion and you didn’t want to screw up your last chance of not getting discovered. Finally focusing on the outline of a couch, you realised you’d ended up in the living room. You slowly made your way through the room, occasionally groaning as you bumped into things standing in your way. As you finally reached a door that led you to the hallway, you sighed and you peered into the darkness, trying to figure out which door would lead you to the room you needed.

You were about to randomly choose a door and go for it, when a gravelly voice behind you startled you.

“Could you use some light, maybe?”

You screamed and quickly turned around in terror, immediately noticing a man standing in the middle of the living room. Your eyes widened as you realised you’d been caught and your mind raced to find a way out. Eyeing the still open window, you didn’t hesitate to make a run for it.

Unfortunately, you didn’t get very far. In a flash, the man was standing in front of you and you ran right into him. He quickly grabbed your arms to keep you upright.

“Now, dragă, that really won’t do.” The man took a step closer as he chuckled and crossed his arms, towering over you.

Your brain tried to process how fast the man had appeared in front of you and realisation dawned on you that this was the one and only Quicksilver aka Pietro Maximoff standing in front of you. He watched in amusement as your eyes widened with recognition and suddenly you became aware of how close the two of you were standing to each other. You blushed as you took in his shirtless appearance and you hastily focused on his face. However, you soon realised his face was equally distracting as his hair was extremely messy like he had just woken up, which was probably the case as it was the middle of the night. He looked tired and, admittedly, very cute with a lazy smile lingering on his face as he watched you freak out in front of him. His eyes were the bluest you’d ever seen and as the two of you were illuminated by the moonlight, your eyes couldn’t help but glance at his muscles and you could’ve sworn he was flexing on purpose.

You took a deep breath and quickly looked back at his face, trying to figure out a way to talk yourself out of the situation.

“I can explain this.” You started, immediately cursing yourself because of course you couldn’t explain it, I mean, what were you going to say? ‘Excuse me, Mr Quicksilver, I got lost and somehow ended up in your house in the middle of the night!’?

“You mean you didn’t just break into my house?” He asked as he ran his fingers through his hair, definitely flexing his muscles. Dammit. “Because it kind of looks like you did, dragă.”

“Wh- what? No! Of course not! I- uhm- I mean I didn’t know it was your house obviously,” You stammered, your eyes fixed on his face to avoid getting distracted by his absolutely gorgeous abs that are probably shaped by God himself.

You hadn’t realised you’d taken a step back until he stepped closer again.

“Why are you blushing, prinţesă,” He smirked, looking down at you, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“What do you mean ‘I’m blushing’, I’m not blushing, you’re blushing!” You scoffed as you straightened and lifted your head up high in defiance. “What are you doing anyway? I broke into your house, shouldn’t you be calling the police instead of standing here and talking?” You challenged.

Which was a stupid thing to do because of course you didn’t want to get arrested, but currently you were standing in front of world’s hottest superhero and you just tried to rob him obviously this was going to turn out great. All you wanted was to get as far away as fast as possible because was it just you or was it getting really hot in here?

He chuckled. “You’re pretty cute for a burglar, I don’t think I want the police interrupting us.”

Your breath hitched as you stared at him, your eyes still focused on his face in a desperate attempt to ignore his glorious body. You cursed him silently, who the hell sleeps shirtless anyway?

“I don’t think flirting is the best way to fight crime, honestly” You blurted out, getting increasingly nervous as he stared at you intently with that stupid smirk of his.

He laughed loudly at your comment. “I don’t think I can call what you just did a crime, prinţesă.”

You let out a breath, suddenly letting go of all the tension you were holding. “I broke into your house!” You exclaimed, for some reason feeling offended he didn’t think you were a criminal.

Seeing how upset you looked, he chuckled. “To be honest, I heard you trying to pick the lock and I didn’t stop you so technically I let you in.”

“I can’t believe I thought this was a good idea.” You sighed, shaking your head.

“I don’t know, it seems like a great idea to me,” He smirked as he lifted your chin, “At least now I get to do this.” He muttered as he leaned down and closed the gap between you.

Pulling back for a second, you mumbled, “You know what, I changed my mind, this was the best idea ever.” He chuckled before reconnecting your lips once again.

Blame Me (Part 6) - Bucky Barnes

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Summary: The reader and Bucky have a big argument after she met in secret someone from her past. Saying things that he doesn’t mean it and realizing his mistake too late when she already broke before his eyes. But even with Tony’s help, things didn’t end well. The consequences are a torment for everyone, especially for Bucky, and Tony chose to follow a risk. And now everyone has to face the consequences.     

Bucky’s mind went blank for a moment, processing the words he had heard. It couldn’t be true, she was dead, there was no way to save her. Everyone said that to him. A shiver ran through his body, his heart beating too fast in his chest and Bucky didn’t think twice to push Steve away from his path, making him fall against the wall. The former assassin ran as fast as his body could stand, the explosions had stopped but he could hear the screams of pure hate. (Y / N). His heart sank in the chest, the pain he felt coming back and hitting him like a truck. He wondered what they had done with his (Y / N). This was all his fault. If he had stayed beside her and not acted the way he acted… Everything could be different now. Right?

“Bucky, what are you doing here?” Natasha hissed in exasperation when she saw him enter the room and stand beside her, she grabbed his right arm and led him to a hallway and looked apprehensively to the sides before muttering quickly “Look, the (Y / N) is… Well, she’s not acting like herself right now. I don’t know if you’ll want to go in there now. ”

“What? It is (Y / N) we’re talking about. Of course, I’ll go.” Bucky said through gritted teeth, loosening the grip of the red and dodging her to go where the screams were coming from.

Every step that Bucky gave made him feel the air getting heavier, he could only hear (Y/N) screams, which drowned out any other sound in the room… But he couldn’t understand what she was talking about. He stopped in front of the door and swallowed hard, he was so nervous. After so much time thinking that he would never see her, she was there. Only a door separating the two of them. So Bucky took his hand to the knob and turned it, opening the door as soon as he heard a moment of calm inside the room. He didn’t want to create expectations, but his racing heart and butterflies in his stomach… He was screwed.

First was the lack of air as if something was crushing her chest. Then she heard a deafening noise, making her insides squirm. And then she felt a terrible and painful burning as if her veins were on fire. She wanted to move, she wanted to stop the torture, but she was stuck. She tried to scream, tried to ask for help, but she couldn’t hear her own voice. Where was she? Who was doing this to her?

“(Y / N), can you hear me?” Someone called her, she tried to look around and respond in vain, she growled angrily and tried harder, but the result was only a horrified scream “Push the panic button!”

Suddenly she began to feel a terrible cold. She felt her body freeze in contrast to her veins, she tried to scream for them to stop but the cold kept getting worse. She felt the air vanish, making her fight to try to keep her lungs working. She could feel the panic spread through her body. No. She didn’t want to feel drowning again. She screamed with all her strength, focusing on her energy and looking for a way to escape. Then she got out of the darkness and the light blinded her for a moment, making her blink strongly trying to get used. (Y/N) tried to get up, but was tied up in bed and she groaned loudly. Using all of her force she broke what was restraining her and then got up. She looked around, noticing that was in the hospital wing. The room was with marks of fire on the walls. She frowned, hearing a faint noise on her left , turning her head to see what it was. Two women were tucked in a corner, trying to hide from her.

“What have you done to me?” she yelled cold-blooded, clenching her hands into fists and walking slowly to them. She heard someone trying to get inside and she just moved one of her hands to close the door once again with a loud thud, yelling even more somber “Don’t make me ask you again, bastard!”

“(Y/N)? Can’t you recognize me?” the asian woman whispered, trembling from head to toe.

“Damn it, are you deaf?” she groaned, moving her hand lightly to make the asian levitate to her, then she raised an eyebrow “What. Have. You. Done. To. Me?”

“(Y/N), I can’t understand what you’re saying. Please! You’re not talking in English!” the woman tried to scream but it was more a cry “Please, (Y/N), it’s me… Dr. Cho!”

“Put her down.” a husky voice sounded behind her, making her drop the woman and turn around abruptly, she was ready to fight but then she froze where she was.

“I know you.” she said frowning uncertainly, relaxing a little bit while the man, who had a metal arm, approached with slow steps.

“Doll, why are you doing all this?” he whispered calmly, he knew that deep inside she was scared. He raised his hands showing he wouldn’t do anything and smiled mouth shut, staying just one step away.

“They… They did something with me. I can feel it.” she stared for a moment that Dr massaged her throat while the other woman hugged her “Everything is foggy, I can’t remember how I got here.”

“(Y/N)… Baby… Shit.” the man ran a hand through his hair, looking quite apprehensive. He stared at her for a moment in silence before getting close and hug her strongly, but she didn’t fight him. She stood there, feeling his heart beat irregularly compared to hers “My name’s Bucky. You’ve been sleeping for a long time, my love.”

“I… was dead, right?” she whispered, closing her eyes and finally calming down, breathing was controlled and all her body was no longer tense.

“I won’t lie. You were.” Bucky said quietly, swallowing dry and looking every inch of her face, studying her expression “But why are you asking this?”

“I can’t feel my heart, Bucky.”

“Jesus christ, she’s alive. That’s not enough for you?” Tony practically hissed, clutching his hands around the mug of coffee as he looked angry toward Steve “Why the hell are you still looking for a reason? A failure? It’s (Y / N) that  we’re talking about, moron.”

“Don’t talk as if I didn’t care, Stark. She’s the girl of my best friend, a friend of the group.“ Steve pointed his index finger toward the billionaire, imposing his commanding voice, but the other man just rolled his eyes and rose from the chair “I’m not done talking, Stark.”

“Oh, you’re totally done talking as I’m totally done hearing you.” Tony groaned before leaving the room towards the lab.

Steve sighed heavily, leaning his head in his hands as he stared at the table. He was becoming increasingly concerned about (Y/N) behavior, she wasn’t acting like before. She was so different. Yes, many of the differences were for something better, but still, behavior changes were never a positive thing as everyone seemed to think. He knew that by heart.

“It’s okay, Steve.” he heard Wanda mutter quietly while sipping her tea, she smiled slightly and rested her mug on the table “She asked me to read her mind. At first, I didn’t wanna do it, but I ended up doing. She won’t have another panic attack.”

“And? What did you see?” Steve frowned, resting his hands on the table and staring at Wanda who just shook her head.

“Her memories, a little blurry in the end, but she’s still there if that’s what you wanna know.” Wanda got up, leaving her mug at the sink and then going to the stairs direction “Alright, she’s not like she used to be, but it won’t help her that kind of pressure.”

“It’s difficult, you know that. Sometimes it seems that she doesn’t care.” Steve still trying to defend his point of view, he shook his head and stood from where he was, following Scarlet Witch "Maybe you’re right.”

“We don’t know how it feels to die and come back, she still has a lot to process.” Wanda shrugged, walking down the stairs with the super soldier at her side “I’m glad that Bucky’s with her.”

“I’m afraid that something might happen again… I just have this shit feeling.” he  took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair in a sign of anxiety.

“She’s not a monster, Steve. She just needs time.” Wanda said quietly, casting a quick glance at him before going to where (Y / N), Bucky and Natasha were sitting and talking.

And the Captain America expected from the bottom of his heart that Wanda was right.

Part 1: >>Here<<  Part 2: >>You’re Already Here<<

Imagine: Finding your husband, Bucky, after you are both unfrozen in the modern era. Your daughter, who was taken by Hydra and put into the Black Widow program, escapes and she goes to find you both in the Avengers Tower. [x]

FRIDAY: There is some one to see you Mr and Mrs Barnes. They say their name is [Daughter’s/Name]. Y/N: Alright, thank you FRIDAY. Show them up… *looks to Bucky* Bucky: That’s what you named our baby, wasn’t it? *smiles sadly* I bet she was beautiful. Y/N: She was… She- [Daughter’s/Name]: -Hi. You’re James and Y/N, right? *smiles* It’s nice to meet you I’ve been waiting for so long… Y/N: A fan of the Avengers, are ya?  [Daughter’s/Name]: Ur… I suppose you could say that. But I think I’m closer than that to you.  Bucky: How so? [Daughter’s/Name]: I’m your daughter.

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A sound loud as thunder made you jump for a short second. More loud noises. Things falling to the ground. The known noises. You released a sigh and smiled as you turned around, just as a tall, young boy dressed in a superhero suit stumbled straight into the lab. “Missed the window again?” you asked him casually, trying not to laugh. 

He ignored your question and asked instead. “Is anybody else here?” 

“No. Like always, it’s only you and me. Calm down, Spidey” you laughed as the boy grabbed the mask from behind and pulled it from his head, revealing his true identity. 

“Oh god, wait. There’s somebody!” you suddenly said and panicked dramatically. 

“What?” he said confused and shocked at the same time. Desperately he tried to get the mask back on but stopped himself soon as he noticed how you started to laugh. “Ha ha, how funny. It’s been the fifth time since you pulled that joke”

“And you still believe it” you smiled. “Now come on, change clothes. I actually worked on something really cool for your suit last night.” 

Peter smiled at you as he walked back into your room to change into normal clothes. With his suit, he looked like your dad. Despite the fact that your dad made his suit but what you meant was that he looked older than he actually was. In his normal day clothes, he looked younger but not that that is a bad thing. He looked just the right age. “So, what have you been working at?” he asked and came closer to you. 

“It’s nothing big but I thought it was quite cool” you said and handed him a new pair of web shooters on which you worked on. Peter looked closer at it. Him and you started to hang out more often since you know about each other or mostly you know about Peter being Spider-Man. He is pretty clever just as you are and he had quite good ideas for new inventions. Also he was close your age. That’s why you liked working and hanging out with him, rather than have to work with your dad and his friends. 

Suddenly the signal appeared at the ceiling, making you smile proudly. Peter starred at the red beam, which projects the Signal. “That’s absolutely… awesome” he stuttered a bit, still starring at it. 

“Glad to know you like it” you chuckled as glanced at him. “Let’s change the web shooters and then we still have some work to do.”

“Alright, boss” he teased. You rolled your eyes, wanting to throw something after him as he went to grab his suit. 

Nurse Bucky - Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: So apparently my first follower unfollowed me. Like, okay, bye bitch. This girl even messaged me saying how she loved my stories. Then why would you unfollow? I’m lost. Anyways, I’ll save the drama for another time. I really hope she doesn’t see this and know its her. I’m sorry if you do.

Request: “ hey! could u do one where reader and Bucky r a couple and reader is sick or got hurt in a mission or hangover idk and Bucky gets all overprotective and takes care of her and she keeps saying she’s fine but she clearly isn’t!! super fluffy pls!!” by anon. ( pssst…these are my prompt lists: 1 , 2 )

Warnings: Slight language, a fever, idk if that’s a deal breaker

Words: 1075

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Listen - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1060 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: swearing Requested by anon “May I request a Bucky x reader inspired by "What part of don’t come back for me didn’t you understand, you idiot?” Answered with-“I’m not as smart as I look” please? If you have the time :)“ Authors Note: I hope the idea I put behind it worked :) I just kinda, started writing, and this is what happened. I actually really like it.

Masterlist.

"Bucky,” You told him, trying to get his attention.

“I’ll get you out of this!” Bucky yelled.

“No, you can’t.” You told him, but he didn’t look at you. “Bucky, go.”

“I can’t just leave you here!” Bucky argued.

“You have to. I’ll be fine, I promise.” You grabbed his arm.

“But…”

“Go to the quinjet. Get back to the facility. Don’t come back for me.” You told him.

As you and Bucky were running in the forest from Hydra agents, you fell into a trap- a hole in the ground. How did you even manage to fall for that? But alas, there was no way to get you out. At least, not with Bucky around.

“But, I can’t leave you.”

“Go.” You told him, “I’ll be okay.”

“Alright…” Bucky said, and slowly let go of your hand.

Bucky walked away. You knew that agents would be checking traps soon, and you came go with two solutions.

One) Let the agents get you and try to kill them all off and escape.

Two) Try to conjure up your, hidden, enhancement.

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Tower Shenanigans- Peter Parker Imagine

Request: 63: “I think there’s someone in the house.” 69: “You’re ticklish.” 91: “Quick! Let’s hide!” Can I request any one of these. It doesn’t have to be all, just either one, I’d appreciate it!

A/N: oh my GOD I just couldn’t stop writing. Again, I’m sorry my writing has been simply atrocious lately. Hopefully this isn’t too bad :/ let me know what you guys think! I really need some feedback

Word count: 2287 (I’m soRRY)

gif credit to @weylawey

You had to admit, the tower was fun, without the other Avengers guarding your and Peter’s every move. Although, looking at what you two had done, maybe there was a reason for that. He had disabled F.R.I.D.A.Y long enough for you to sneak in, and you two were currently wreaking havoc in Tony’s lab. Webbing covered one wall, scorch marks from an Iron Man gauntlet covered another. Peter was currently standing horizontally on the third, tinkering with a shooter and leaving ashy footprints all over the once pristine white, while you walked past the shattered glass that had been the fourth. 

A glob of webbing hit the wall on your left, nearly taking you with it as it fired unexpectedly from Peter’s hands. He stammered an apology, putting down the tools and jumping off the wall. “You know, I could do limbo if you had stayed up there.” He scoffed. “We both know that wouldn’t have been fair; your lack of height gives you an unfair advantage.”

That earns him a smack on the arm and a wrench thrown in his direction, both dodged easily with a cheeky smirk to boot. You turned away from the boy, unaware that his eyes remained on you as you sauntered through the wreckage to sit on a (mostly-unmarked) bench. “You know, even though Tony’s up to his teeth in money, I still find kinda bad,” you said, brushing away the glass and patting the spot next to you.

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Protect - Steve Rogers x (f)Reader x Sister!Romanoff

Words: 1992 Pairing: Steve Rogers x (f)Reader x Sister!Romanoff Featuring: like most of the avengers Warnings: Anxiety, swearing Requested by @subject-a-9 “Hi I was wondering if I could have a Steve Rogers imagine where the Reader is Natasha’s baby sister? This would take place during Tony’s party during The Age of Ultron and The Reader would be super nervous to attend the party because of her anxiety but Natasha would pick out a dress for her and encourage her sister to attend. At the party the Reader would end up spending a lot of time with Steve and that would make Nat really happy. During the after party Steve would protect the ReaderfromUltron” Authors Note: I probably put in more than the request asked for but I just, really liked this request so TADA! AND, if you didn’t see my post earlier, I want to thank you all for 2000 followers! I love you! Thank you for the support :)

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You sat at the Avengers Tower listening in on the Avengers mission talks. You hated the fact that you couldn’t help them on the mission, but you also liked being at the tower alone. Sometimes being alone was nice- especially when your anxiety was big on getting at you.

You listened to your team talk, and wished you could be there to help. Especially when your sister shouted that Clint was hit.

Sure, your arm wasn’t broken anymore- thanks to your amazing doctors. But everyone on the team insisted that you stay behind. Especially since you’re new to the team.

Natasha managed to fracture your arm when she was helping you train. She kicked at your legs and you landed on the floor- she was trying to prove a point, but you ended up landing on your right wrist wrong.

She just wanted to see if you had learned the same things as her- and she felt horrible when she hurt you.

You didn’t know many people on the team. Sure, you knew Natasha, she’s your sister- not really a way to get away from knowing her. And of course, you know Clint. With him and Natasha being such great friends, you can’t really get out of knowing him either. And you knew Tony a bit. You met him once when Natasha got a job working for him undercover. You were suppose to make the gig look real by showing up at her job to take her to lunch. And Tony Stark, of course, was there.

You trained in the Red Room only a few years under Natasha, since you are the younger sister- so it’s not like you joined the team clueless.

You snapped back to reality when you heard some talk of coming back to the tower. The Avengers probably hadn’t even known you were listening in, your so quiet. Sometimes, Natasha even tells you, “I don’t know how you were able to get through the Red Room, you’re so introverted.”

And usually, your replies are, “Once you start, you can’t stop.”

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Dishes

Summary: You make a drunken bet with Bucky and now you must deal with the consequences.

Word Count: 1142

Warnings: Cussing lmao 

You woke up feeling like someone had jumbled your bones from the inside your body while simultaneously being gently fucked in the skull with a jackhammer. When you finally gained the strength to crack open your sticky eyelids (no doubt caked with last night’s mascara), you found yourself contorted across the couch in the common room of Stark Tower. Last night had consisted of one of Tony’s many unnecessary parties and a mistake of a bet with Barton; it’s needless to say he could definitely drink you under the table and it appears he definitely did.

You started to regain your motor skills just enough to comprehend the slight sound of whistling and sizzling coming from the kitchen, and the aroma of bacon crisping on the skillet. Normally this would have made you spring from your place of slumber in .02 seconds flat, but even the thought of sitting up, much less eating made bile rise in your throat. When you finally brought yourself to sit up and peer over the back of the couch, your tired eyes were met with the sight of a certain Super Soldier preparing breakfast, clad in a white t-shirt and sweatpants; metal arm glinting in the morning light.

“Well, look who decided to join the land of the living” Bucky chimed flashing a smug grin before flipping a pancake in a pan.

“Shh, don’t speak. Not yet anyway.” you whispered, cradling your head in your hands. Your voice sounded as though you had screamed for a number of hours and you didn’t even want to think about what your face looked like. You pushed your body up from the couch and were met with painful aches all over as you slowly stood up and practically stumbled to a stool at the breakfast bar. Maybe it would have been funny, due to your zombie like appearance, but right now you couldn’t concentrate on anything except not heaving your guts out. He slid a glass of water and a few aspirin to you, and you mumbled something that loosely resembled the word “coffee”.

“Coffee later, first you medicate.” he said before sliding the glass closer. Groaning, you grabbed the capsules and took them, before asking him the most frequently asked question following a night of heavy drinking and partying.

“What the hell happened last night?” you grumbled, laying your head down on the cool surface of the counter.

“Well to sum it up for you, Barton challenged you to a drinking bet and you, being the stubborn little girl you are wouldn’t back down; you were hammered by the 5th shot of tequila and ended up standing on the coffee table doing a surprisingly okay karaoke version of “Fergalicious” with Sam. The rest of the team was also pretty wasted except for Steve, Vision and I. Tony nearly broke a hip trying to spar with Nat. Overall it was basically just a mess.” Bucky explained, seemingly unphased as though he was describing an average Friday night.

“I have only one other question.” you looked up into his steely blue eyes as his eyebrows crinkled in curiosity.

“Yes?”

“Who performed Fergie’s rap verse?”

“…You.”

“Was it any good?” he laughed and proceeded to place pancakes and bacon on a plate for himself and sat down across from you, sliding you a mug of coffee your way as he did so.

“Surprisingly yes,” he said, stuffing a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Flawless.” You smiled, silently thanking him and brought the mug to your lips.

“Damn right, those lyrics have been engraved in my brain since 2006.”

Silence fell between you two, only the sound of his fork scraping his plate and you sipping from your mug coursed throughout the kitchen.

“So, nothing I should regret then?” You questioned as you swirled the coffee around in your mug. He looked into the distance for a second before a look of realization took over his features.

“You dared me to arm wrestle you.” he said, waving his metal arm at you teasingly.

“Did I win?” you asked, already knowing the obvious answer.

“No,” he chuckled, biting down on a piece of bacon. “Needless to say you owe me $500.”

You giggled, looking up from your mug expecting him to join you at expense of the joke he just told. That was a joke, right? Your smile started to fall as he looked upon you, pokerface unfaltering.

“You’re kidding right?” you questioned. He looked at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hell no I’m not kidding! I won the bet fair and square, and you were the one who wagered all the cash in your wallet. Better pay up, darlin’.” A toothy smile on his stunning features as he saw your expression of dismay and panic.

“That’s uncharacteristic of you Bucky, taking advantage of a drunken girl and robbing her of all she has. Her pride, money, what kind of monster are you?” you said dramatically, placing the back of your hand on your forehead and tossing your head back. Bucky laughed heartily, the gorgeous noise sounding throughout the room. He placed his empty plate next to the sink, as it was already filled to the brim with countless empty glasses from last night’s antics. Walking over to your side of the island, he stood closely behind you, You could feel the heat radiating off of his form and his hot breath on your neck.

“I’m sure there are other ways you could pay off debt, doll.” he said just above a whisper, his voice lower than usual sounded gravelly and you’re almost positive you just felt his lips brush against your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat when you tried to speak.

“Really? And what would you suggest, Barnes?” you tried to sound confident, you really did; but it just came out like a squeak.

“Well for starters,”  you felt his hands brush at your hips, one bringing warmth and the other sending chills up the left side of your body. But as soon as they came they were gone, the shadow of his body completely absent as he started walking towards his room. “You could do the dishes. Looks like a real pain in the ass, if you ask me. I’d hate to be the person stuck dealing with that.” he gave you a shit-eating grin as he walked backwards into the hallway, pointing finger-guns before he disappeared behind his door.

You sat, flabbergasted; The blush that had risen to your cheeks had vanished and your demeanor was almost immediately replaced with anger and vengeance.

“FRIDAY, please relay a message to Sergeant Barnes for me?” you asked the system.

“Of course. What would you like to tell him?”

“Tell him I’m going to send him to the seventh circle of hell.”

Still Peter Parker - Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: I’m really trying to crank stuff out, at least once a day. Requests are starting to pile up, and I also have some things I want to get to. It’s a little overwhelming. And thank you all for 150, it’s only been three days since I hit 100 followers, and it’s really amazing to see how fast our little community is growing.

Prompt ( 1 , 2 ): “I can’t believe you talked me into this,“ and “You lied to me.”

Warning: Idfk, a little angsty-ish, I guess

Words: 751 (I’m sorry that this is so short, I really want to get this out, and not stay up until midnight to do it)

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Hey c: Can I request a T'Challa oneshot, where the two of you have been dating for a while and you comfort him after the death of his father. And you tell him that he will be an amazing king, living up to the legacy that his father left behind and how his dad will be immensely proud of him. And it’s just really cute, because he says he wouldn’t want anyone else as his Queen apart from you. Ta c:

A/N: Hey lovelys, I feel like I’ve promised this for centuries and now it’s finally happening!

Maybe he thought you didn’t realise how every morning, before he set off to discuss the political rights of Wakanda, T’challa would sit at the foot of your shared bed and sob. His cries muffled by his hands.

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Betrayal Part 2

Part 1

Genre: Angst Words: 2,147 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Injuries, emotional and physical torture, violence Summary: There are mind games that both sides need to play.

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“Sergeant Barnes. Is your girlfriend asleep? I hope she hasn’t died on us so soon…”

Bucky kept his eyes trained on your unconscious form. It wasn’t long after your guys’ talk that you passed out once again, too exhausted to keep your head lifted any longer. This worried Bucky, but not as much as the man who had just entered the room.

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Let Me Show You

Let Me Show You

Peter Parker X Reader

Written by: Hannah

Prompt(s): Hey! Can you please so a Peter Parker imagine where the two of you are dating and it’s your birthday and the two of you make plans but he ends up having to save the city so he doesn’t show up. And you don’t know he’s spiderman so u get super upset and hurt because you think he blew you off and he ends up revealing he’s spiderman to you. Thank you xx

Notes: This was so cute! Gahh I’ve had this imagine simmering in my mind for a bit now so hopefully it came out ok! Enjoy! :)

Warning(s): None.

(y/n) couldn’t believe their boyfriend had blew them off. It hurt, to say the least. To say the most? It felt like Peter Parker had shoved them off a cliff after countless hours of planning and clearing his schedule just for this day. For (y/n)’s birthday, which he was so excited to go out and celebrate. Or at least it had seemed, seeing as (y/n) sat alone, on their way home on the subway after waiting for Peter until the mall closed.

The tears started as soon as they made it into their room. Suddenly they were there, after trying so hard not to cry in the subway, and it wouldn’t stop. Tears pooled around the corners of their eyes and slid down their red, rosey cheeks as the hurt settled in.

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Peter Parker knew he had blown it big time. It was dark out and he was exiting his room after hastily putting his regular wear on over the Spider-Man costume, making sure to shove the gloves and the mask into his pockets. Despite the moon high in the sky the teenager raced to (y/n)’s house.

He knocked, fidgeting. When their parent opened the door Peter could only stammer a hello before sliding in, running up to (y/n)’s room.

“(y/n)! I’m soooo sorry, I know it’s your birthday- shit I forgot your present- (y/n)- you’re crying- shit I made you cry-”

“Peter just stop! Wh- I-” (y/n) hesitated, not even sure what to say. For one thing they weren’t in the mood to see or even listening to Peter. The couple had scheduled to celebrate this day for almost a month and Peter had made sure to be free. And he didn’t even show up after all that work.

“I-…I’m just- so sorry, (y/n). There was an accident- Aunt May hurt herself earlier this afternoon-”

“What?! No she didn’t Peter, I asked her where you were earlier this evening! And we talked and she was perfectly fine. She thought you were with me, Pete. I don’t- why are you lying to me?”

Peter bit his lip, knowing he was caught. He couldn’t meet (y/n)’s gaze. They were devastated, he had hurt them really bad. And then tried to lie, to save his skin and his secret life as a superhero. Sighing, Peter reached into his pocket before he stopped, finally meeting (y/n)’s angry, confused, and hurt gaze.

“I’ll…I’ll tell you what I was doing, ok? But you have to promise to not tell anybody- and I mean anybody! Ok?”

“Peter-”

“Just promise me!”

“…..Fine, Peter. I promise. I won’t tell anybody. Now what the hell were you doing that was so much more important than spending the day with me as you had scheduled a month for?”

Peter took a deep breath and pulled out the mask, holding it loosely in his hand. He slipped half of it onto his head, while (y/n) cocked an amused eyebrow and watched. The teen superhero quickly tore off his shirt, jacket, and jeans before (y/n) could stop him.

“I’m…I’m Spider-Man, ok? I- I wasn’t with you today because I was fighting Doc Ock again today.” Peter shifted while (y/n) snorted, “Peter- don’t try to pull this shit with me! I know you like Spider-Man but really? Cosplaying and still lying to my face? I’m hurt Peter, I’m genuinely hurt.” They turned away while Peter threw his hands into the air.

“I’m not lying, ok?! I promise- I’m not some cosplaying fan boy! I’m honestly Spider-Man! Look- Just- Look!” He shot a web onto the ceiling and effortlessly swung upside down, swaying as the blood rushed to his head.

“….I’m not lying to you. Do you want to take a swing through the city? I can take you on one. I can go and take you to meet Mr. Stark- no no probably Captain America- he’s more understanding-”

“Peter.” (y/n) stopped and looked at their boyfriend. It was hard to deny the uncanny similarities to the web-shooting hero and the fact that Peter was hanging upside down. But they were just so mad at Peter! Finally, after struggling for an answer, they held out their hand for Peter to take.

“Fine, Pete. Take me for a swing through the city, if you’re really Spider-Man.” Peter grinned at this and pulled (y/n) close. He pressed a kiss to their cheek before pulling his mask down. Easily enough he fired a web through the open window and onto a building.

“Hang on, it might be a little bumpy at first. But I promise I won’t drop you, so don’t worry.” He ensured.

At first (y/n) thought he was joking. This was proved wrong as before they even knew it Peter was swinging them over the New York’s still busy night streets. (y/n) watched the lights go by beneath them, mesmerized at the beauty of it all. Peter smiled beneath the mask, knowing he had won his beautiful and perfect (y/n) back over.

He brought them back to (y/n)’s room fifteen minutes later. He stood, nervous, with his back to the window as (y/n) gently listened to the beat of his heart. They seemed content, holding Peter in their arms.

“….I believe you. I’m sorry, Peter, for yelling. I was just…I was so mad that you weren’t there. I thought you had purposely blown me off.” They whispered. Peter nodded, his mask now back over his head. They swayed softly, “I would never purposely blow you off, (y/n). Know that I would never do that.”

“….Did he hurt you? Doc Ock?” (y/n) finally asked. Peter laughed and shook his head, “No, I’m fine. Besides, he’ll never be able to hurt me the way I felt today, knowing I had let you down. I love you, (y/n). Happy birthday.”

“Thank you Peter. I love you too.”

For @spoonking-andmasterofyoursoul…song is “Gasoline” by Halsey. Such a good song, by the way. Enjoy!

Y/N let out a yawn as she padded around the large room. She was currently wearing her workout clothes. She had napped through the earlier training session. She was glad Steve didn’t wake her up for it: she had a brutal mission the night previous. However, when she did wake up, it appeared the tower was empty. Y/N thought about asking JARVIS, maybe catch up with them, but decided against it. It was rare she got the tower to herself and she was going to use it to her advantage.

This was why she was making her way to the largest training room in the tower. A smirk played at her lips as she entered the empty facility. The sight brought her a sense of serenity. It was one of those feelings that one enjoyed, like the same feeling when sitting in a small library.

“JARVIS,” she spoke up, “Could you play my playlist ‘Powerhouse’?” “Of course, Ms. Y/N.” “Loud volume, as well, please.” “Understood.”

Y/N began her workout as the song began to play. She hurried through her workout; stretching, boxing, lifting, and even a little gymnastics. She paused her workout for another water break as one song ended. A smooth sound, belonging to the following song, caused her to shut her eyes. An idea popped into her head. Normally she wouldn’t, but no one was around, so why not?

Bucky strolled through the tower, heading to the main floor. His ears perked up as he felt music pounding through the floors. He knitted his brows. He was sure he was alone in the tower. The rest of the team went to hang out at a club. They wouldn’t be back until later.

Still confused, Bucky made his way toward the thumping music. It didn’t take long to deduce it was coming from the training room. The closer he got, the clearer the words became.

Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me? Just to pour that sucker down the drain like me? Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

Bucky peeked in and saw Y/N moving gracefully across the mat. His eyes widened at her movements. He wasn’t sure what he was more surprised at, Y/N being the only one home or the fact that she was dancing. He didn’t even know she could dance. She had always been so shy about it. Bucky blushed, realizing exactly what he was doing: spying on his crush. Still, he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

She dropped her shoulders and head back in time with the music.

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me? Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?

She dipped down to roll across the mat, torso arching slightly. Her head circled, hair following.

Do the people whisper ‘bout you on the train like me? Saying that you shouldn’t waste your pretty face like me?

She popped up and lifted one leg in the air. Her arms held onto the leg.

And all the people say…

Her body twisted before leading into a leap.

“You can’t wake up, this is not a dream, You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being, With your face all made up, living on a screen, Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I think there’s a flaw in my code, Oh, oh, oh, oh, These voices won’t leave me alone,

Bucky watched on with awe. The way she moved was seamless, never missing a beat, never missing a step. He felt so stupid. How couldn’t she dance when she was as skilled a fighter as she was? It must’ve been second nature to her. The former assassin’s breathing had grown heavy.

Without having realized it, Bucky had stepped toward her, being drawn in by her movements. Even more amazing, through it all, he realized he was connecting with the song. He related to it, understood it.

And all the people say…

"You can’t wake up, this is not a dream, You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being, With your face all made up, living on a screen, Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

It was so similar it was nearly a physical ache. Y/N managed to detail his emotions through her dancing. He wondered if she related to it as much as he did. Bucky lowered his head as he thought, the ache growing in his chest.

Unbeknownst to him, Y/N spun and caught sight of his figure. She fumbled for just a moment. She knew he must’ve been watching as evidenced by his crimson blush. But, there seemed to be something else. He seemed pensive, upset. This worried her a bit.

In time with the music, she walked over to him as silently as possible. She wasn’t mute, but he was too consumed by his thoughts. Gently, she reached out and grabbed his hand. His gaze shot up, still soaking in the words.

Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold.

“Are you okay?” she whispered. He gave her a small, shy smile. “Y-Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” She smirked at him. “It’s alright. The song does a pretty good job at keeping me calm, so I’m gonna spare your ass today.” Bucky laughed. “I appreciate that.”

He rubbed his metal thumb across her knuckles. The words continued to wash over him. After a moment, Bucky half-grinned.

“I think that’s my new favorite song.” Y/N’s raised a shocked brow. “Really? Mr. 1940s likes a newer song?”

He nodded while gently pulling her closer. She felt her heart begin to race. A blush of her own crept up her neck and cheeks. His lips ghosted over hers as he spoke.

“You definitely had something to do with it,” he murmured.

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Peace in the Rain

Prompt - I saw this and found myself picturing T’Challa in the rain. So this is a little drabble where you are comforting T’Challa in the rain for my T’Challa feels. (630 Wds)

Pairing - T’Challa x Reader

Warnings - None

The sky looms above you, angry and weeping, it’s thick fat tears decorating your skin and seeping into your clothes. He stands at the edge of the balcony, looking over the waterfall. Walking up behind him, you wrap yourself around his bare waist, the hard ridges of his muscles are slick with the rain. He clasps a hand over yours, squeezing gently. 

“You are getting wet, my love”. His rich, smoky voice pulling a shiver from you. 

“So will you, Your Highness.” You smirk against his back at that, knowing he is likely doing the same. In truth you were one of the few people who did not treat him like a King, but like his own man. Granted you worshipped him, but in a whole different way to his subjugates. 

He turns in your arms, one arm slipping around your shoulders and the other cupping your face, his long fingers disappearing into your hairline. His eyes are heavy with emotion as they land on yours. You didn’t often find him like this, but when you did you knew it was best to let him talk to you on his own terms. He was duty-heavy and it ensured his own emotions were locked up tight, stored away until they bubbled up in moments like these. He sighed, deep and weary. 

“I almost killed an innocent man.” His voice catches slightly at the end and the small sound alone sends a wave of pain to your own heart. 

“Chal, you didn’t know he was innocent. Besides, you already righted that wrong. Bucky is healthy and safe, thanks to you.” You raise your hand to cover his, and very softly add “And you didn’t kill Zemo." 

"My father would be disappointed in my behaviour. I did not honor our ways.”

“Baby, hey. You were blind with grief. He would understand. And he’d be proud of every single thing you’ve done since Siberia." 

You turn and place a soft kiss to the palm of his hand. 

 “Your father was a good man T’Challa. To his core. The only thing that he would be disappointed in is that you haven’t forgiven yourself yet. Your hate did not consume you, you let it go. You did the right thing. So please, forgive yourself, learn from it, because it is going to eat you alive.” 

He stares at you, lost for words for once. You watch, and wait, hoping this time will be the time it sticks. Your words resonate with him, and you see the change in his face when they do. 

“You are right my love, as always. What would I do without you? Hmm?” He pulls you tight against him, hand cupping the back of your head as he lays a delicate kiss on the top of your head. 

You tip your head back to look at his face, inspecting it for any traces of lingering guilt or self doubt. He takes the opportunity to lean in for a kiss. Your mouths meet unhurried, tongues dancing a perfect symphony of love and hope. You pour everything you have into it, every single ounce of love you have for him and he does the same. The raindrops run heavy down your face and it feels like they are cleansing your soul. You break the kiss to gulp down air, the smile dancing across your face is mirrored in T’Challa’s.

“What were you doing out here anyway?” You’re genuinely curious as you take deep shuddering breaths. 

“I find peace in the rain.” You smirk a little at the roughness of his voice is, clearly not unaffected by that searing kiss.

“I thought cats didn’t like the rain?” He laughs a deep booming laugh that makes your heart leap and stutter, before scooping you up.

“You are trouble. But you are my trouble.”

Tags: @bovaria @marvel-ash @metallicbuck @bionic-buckyb @manawhaat @jarnesbrnes @writingruna @fvckingavengers @mamapeterson @sincerelysaraahh @sinnamon-barnes - I didn’t know who to tag in this

Idiot

Peter x reader(girl)

Imagine request: dad Tony talking to Peter about his relationship with you and saying “She doesn’t say ‘I love you’ like a normal person. Instead, she’ll laugh, shake her head, give you a little smile, and say… ‘You’re an idiot’. If she tells you you’re an idiot, you are a lucky man.” please!!

Warnings: A few not so nice words here and there.

Note: WHOOP DE DOO THIS IS SO CUTE. I hope you enjoy this imagine! Tony as a dad seems so irresponsibly cute. This is my first Peter POV, testing it out to see how you guys like it. If you want me to write something in something in someone’s POV, don’t hesitate to ask.

Peter POV

“Hey, Pete!” Y/N said, beaming a beautiful smile that lit up avengers towers.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up on this morning?” I said to her, looking at her.

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Game Night - Avengers x Reader

Words: 885 Pairing: Avengers x Reader (maybe a lil bit of Steve but it doesn’t show too much) Warnings: cards against humanity: read at your own risk. (But hey, we’re on tumblr- right? ;) ) Requested by anon “Hello. Could I request the avengers playing a game of cards against humanity. Some things is said and they start covering each others ears convinced ___ is too innocent so they end up covering Steves ears.” Authors Note: I love cards against humanity it’s so much fun.

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“I just bought Cards Against Humanity!” Tony announced as he walked into the common room.

“What’s that?” Steve asked. You burst out laughing, knowing full well what the game was.

“It’s like, a card game, where a black card is placed down and you have white cards to complete the blank.” You told him.

“It says adult card game.” Natasha read off from the box. “Maybe (Y/N) shouldn’t play, they’re a bit innocent.”

“Hey, Steve thought fondue meant-”

“We don’t need to talk about that.” Steve covered your mouth, as you tried to escape from his grasp.

“I think we’ve all heard the story before.” Bucky said.

“Who wants to play?” Tony yelled, getting everyone’s attention.

Everyone around joined in. You, Steve, Bucky, Clint, Natasha, Tony, and Vision all sat in a circle. You all started to play the game, and it quickly got the adult aspect, and quick. Sometimes, Vision would not understand and everyone would try to explain, but just ended up laughing in the end.

“My turn to judge!” You said. “Play your worst.”

“Think of their innocent mind.” Steve reminded.

“Alright- this is a good one! Blank is a slippery slope that leads to blank.” You giggled.

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For anon…enjoy!

“Alright Lila, just hold it steady now,” Clint spoke gently to his daughter.

The young girl nodded as she held the beginner’s quiver with one arrow notched. A target stood opposite of her just a few yards ahead. Lila took a deep breath before letting the arrow soar. The tip sank a little to the left of the bullseye. Clint beamed.

“That’s a great shot, kid,” he cheered, “Getting better everyday.” “Really daddy?” she asked with wide eyes. He smirked and kissed her head. “Really, princess. Cooper, your turn.”

The slightly older boy stepped up next to his father and sister. Clint smiled before kneeling in front of his son. He gently grabbed the boy’s face, a hand on each side.

“Remember, relaxing is a part of it too, okay?” His son nodded. “You’ll do great.”

Clint stood up and took a step back. Lila held one of his hands as she watched her older brother raise the bow. Cooper kept his eye on the target just a bit farther away than his sister’s. Concentrating, he let the arrow fly, hitting the bullseye. His face broke into a grin as Clint began to laugh.

“You did it, buddy! You hit the bullseye,” Clint cheered, “This calls for some ice cream, just for you Coop.”

Clint continued to ramble on about the mark as the trio headed toward the house. Cooper and Lila were beaming, loving the time they were spending with their dad.

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Hi there! My period is hitting me like a truck, could I please request fluffy Bucky? Maybe like reader and him go grocery shopping for ice cream or something? I'm in dire need of some fluff. Thank you very much dearie 😊💕

You were in that painful and awful day of the month, lying on your stomach and hugging one of the pillows, a failed attempt to make yourself feel better but, in fact, while you were like that nothing would get better. You stayed like that until the moon came to the sky, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to make the pain go away. You heard your door open and quietly footsteps getting closer to you, the mattress lowered slightly with the weight and then you felt your boyfriend scent. He stroked your hair, taking it out of your face and kissed your head.

“Baby, do you wanna go to the grocery with me? There’s a new ice cream flavour.” he murmured quiet, tenderly smiling when you moved a little so you could look at him.

“Can you bring to me? I’m not feeling well.” you tried not to whine about your period but Bucky was always trying to spoil you. So there you were pouting and making him nod carefully.

“Sure thing, doll. I’ll come back in one minute.” Bucky kissed your forehead and then left you alone again.

You didn’t know exactly how long you waited, but when you were finally drifting off to sleep you heard Bucky come in. You grumbled sleepily as the light turned on, but soon you rested your hands on the mattress to lift and turn your body, so you could sit and lean back against the headboard. Bucky smiled sweetly, taking the ice cream pots, chocolate and Doritos from the bag and them walking in your direction. He sat in your empty side, placing the food in front of him so he could open one of the ice cream and give to you. Silently, you accepted and took one scoop of the sweet, closing your eyes when you felt the coffee and nut touch your tongue. Bucky placed his arm around your waist, pulling you to lean against him and thus let you more comfortable. You hummed happily after almost all day feeling grumpy, and you knew that you were lucky to have a man to spoil you like that.

“Did you liked the new flavour?” he whispered quietly and you just nodded, too concentred in finishing your ice cream and Bucky chuckled “There’s another one here, but do you wanna eat Doritos first? And watch some movie?”

“I love you so much… You know that, right?” you sighed, hiding for a moment your face in the curve of his neck, your cold breath causing him chills and making him giggled.

“I love you too, baby.”

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Frozen For A Lifetime (Bucky x Reader)

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Fandom: Marvel

Character: Bucky Barnes

Persona: Female

Word Count: 696

Request: imagine Bucky and the reader saying goodbye at the end of the film when it will be frozen,she kisses him and Bucky is surprised then she asks"My God ’ve gone too far? “and he kisses her back and whispering "no”. 

Today was a sad day. It marked the beginning of change: a time where superheroes could no longer be superheroes unless they were commanded by the government and a time were those who didn’t sign up were outlaws.

You felt guilty; you, Steve and Bucky were the only ones from your team who were able to escape. The others were being held in some secret location. Clint was unable to see his family, Wanda was being held in a straight-jacket once again, Sam and Scott were also there. But here you were with Steve and Bucky, feeling extremely selfish as you cried tears for the soldier. You should be in one of those cells with them.

You furiously rubbed at your eyes as you felt a couple more tears trickle down your cheeks, you didn’t want either of the men to see you crying, you knew it would only make things harder for Bucky.

“Hey”, Bucky called out softly when he heard you sniffle. You lifted up your head and spotted the blue eyes staring at you. “It’s for the best, right Steve?” the Winter Soldier looked over to his old best friend who could only managed to nod his head curtly. “I can’t trust my mind, this is the safest thing for everyone”, although Bucky was right, it still didn’t make it any easier for you to let him go, but you smiled.

“I know”, you said softly. You walked towards Bucky and Steve, zoning out as they said their goodbyes. You wanted to argue with Bucky, to beg him not to go back under the ice, to plead that there must be another way. Yet how could you convey these thought without expressing your own selfish desire? That you didn’t want him to go back under because you needed him, you were in love with him. 

“(Y/N)?” Bucky’s voice pulled you out of your daydreams. “Hmm?” you hummed out. “I was saying goodbye, but I guess you didn’t hear my heartfelt speech”, he laughed which made you and Steve laugh too. The noise was like music to your ears and in the heat of the moment, you couldn’t help yourself.

Your legs moved on their own accord, as did your hands as they grabbed Bucky’s face. Your lips slammed against his desperately. As quickly as the kiss had happened, you ripped your face away from his. “I-I’m s-sorry”, you stammered out in embarrassment. It wasn’t the first time you two shared a kiss, whilst fighting against the act you both shared lots of passionate moments with each other unbeknownst to the team.

You looked down to the floor, “My God, have we gone too far?”, you whispered. 

You felt a hand grip the bottom of your chin, it forced you to look up and meet the loving blue eyes you found comfort in, although today you could clearly see the sadness in them. 

“No”, Bucky replied as his hand caressed your cheek, then in a flash his lips were against yours. The surrounding doctors and nurses let you have your time together, Prince T’Challa even stopped the doctor once to let you share the kiss a couple of moments longer but eventually all good things have to come to an end.

Bucky rested his forehead against yours as the kiss ended, “You’ll wait for me won’t you?”, he asked hoping that your answer would be yes. “Of course, I’d wait forever if I had too”, you answered feeling fresh tears prickle in your eyes.

“I’ll come back to you when I’m better”, Bucky said pulling his head away from yours, he stroked your hair for the last time and made a mental note of how soft it was. “And I’ll be waiting right by you”.

With one last kiss to your forehead Bucky walked towards the big machine in which he’d be frozen in. Nobody knew how long he’d been in there but he hoped that you’d still be around when he came out of it. You watched with Steve as the Winter Soldier’s blue eyes closed, he almost looked like he was in a peaceful sleep. 

Captain America held you as you cried.

Anything (Loki x reader)

You should do story where Loki x reader are together during AOU and during Stark’s party when everyone is trying to lift the hammer the reader gives it a try and lifts it. Idk what should happen after that.

//Okay I made a slight change because if (Y/N) could move the hammer that means Asgardian business and that would cause trouble so vv sorry :) // ——————————-

Loki was a large nuisance around the Avengers. Even after he apologized for everything, and managed to get out of his Asgardian prison sentence.

The only one he was kind to was (Y/N). “His (Y/N),” he reminded himself daily.

The way they met would forever be an Avenger favorite. (Y/N) was brought in with very dangerous skills with water. She could control it at her will. Loki thought it suited her very well; the way her movements seemed liquid.

He could watch her for hours. The way her eyes would light up whenever music played. Not the new kind, but classics that had a taste of a different era. She would grab his hand and laugh while they stumbled around the massive lounge.

He loved to run his hands through her wild hair and always stated how opposite her personality contrasted. She was calm with bright eyes and soft skin, and she made everyone look twice when they saw her.

So he had no idea how she had been so taken with him from the beginning. As soon as she caught sight of him standing in her new dwelling, she smiled at him and talked to him for hours about anything and everything; ranging from questioning life to the cuteness of koalas. He was wrapped around her finger quite soon.

He would do anything she asked. Anything, except attend Tony’s monthly parties. He hated the social interaction, and would much rather tuck himself in the library with (Y/N) hooked to his side. (Y/N) however, enjoyed the Avengers’ antics far too much, and always tried to persuade Loki to join in on the fun, to which he politely declined.

So it was at one of Tony Stark’s famous parties, that she sat laughing while the other avengers attempted to lift Thor’s hammer. They all stopped laughing when Steve made it budge. He quickly stopped once he saw Thor’s face and retreated. Thor gave a chuckle, but anyone could tell it was forced.

“Oh, you’re laughing (Y/N), but go ahead and try,” Clint pestered with a grin taking up his face. (Y/N) knew she couldn’t pick it up with her hands so she quickly accumulated the surrounding water supply and pushed it under the hammer until it began to rise.

“That’s cheating, (Y/N)!” Tony screeched at her. She just giggled an agreement out and set the weapon back on the table.

“A worthy display, Lady (Y/N), but I feel that doesn’t deem you worthy,” he chuckled with a raised brow.

“Worthy? How could you be worthy? You’re all killers. You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. There’s only one path to peace… your extinction,” a deep electronic voice emerged from the mangled body of an iron man suit. The Avengers stepped back and looked to Tony in question. They silently listened to the android’s speech until it remarked about killing someone.

“You killed someone?” Steve asked in concern. Tony and Bruce exchanged a glance and muttered ‘Ultron’ to each other. (Y/N) quickly held her hands near the pipes of the water supply.

Everyone quickly jumped into action once the Iron Legion drones began to attack them. The water burst from the pipes and cut through them like a filet knife. (Y/N) was doing great until there were two attacking her at once; one held her hands down and another slammed her head on the hard flooring. The bots were quickly destroyed after bursts of green magic spread through their hardware.

The rest of the team quickly realized, though Ultron’s body was destroyed, he wasn’t. After seeing the damaged state (Y/N) was in Tony raced over; hovering where she laid motionless in Loki’s arms. Green mist seeped out of Loki’s hands as they covered (Y/N)’s bloodied and torn wrists, leaving her skin healed. He clutched her to his chest and held her away from Tony. “You’ve done enough, Anthony,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

He picked her battered figure off the ground and carried her to the tower’s care unit. A head wound would take much more than magic to heal.

He would do anything she asked. Anything, even attend one of Tony Stark’s famous parties.

Sleepover

Bucky Barnes/Reader

The Avengers tower was luxurious. The beds felt like actual clouds, there were light and sound systems in your room that you could adjust perfectly, and your apartment was so high up that you couldn’t hear the noises of the city, but still could see the stars. Your shower had been long and relaxing, as you could adjust the pressure just right. Your lights were off. You were in a somewhat comfortable position. So why the hell couldn’t you fall asleep?

Groaning in frustration, you got up and padded barefoot into your living room. The design of the whole little apartment (though it was missing a kitchen) was sleek and modern. You loved the atmosphere it set. Normally, you would feel right at home with these surroundings, and yet, you were just too worked up to sleep.

You chalked it up to still being relatively new here. You were already close to the avengers, but after an attack on your own home, they decided to move you into the tower. It was like a constant sleepover with good friends—but with a lot more weapons and fighting.

You stared at your clock for a moment. It was 11:30. Most of the avengers would already be asleep. Silently, you slipped out of your room, deciding to explore the tower more.

The level you lived on was just a hallway with two rooms. Steve lived beside you. A faint light shone from under his door, and a soft tune could be barely heard. You recognized it as an Elvis song.

You rolled your eyes. “Grandpa,” you whispered fondly under your breath before continuing down the hall.

You called the elevator, punching in the numbers for a few floors down. But the elevator started slowing to a stop a floor above your destination. You furrowed your brow in confusion. It was almost midnight—why would the other avengers be awake?

The metal doors slid open to reveal a very disheveled looking Bucky Barnes. He was clad in sweatpants and an iron man shirt, and his eyes squinted at the bright lights inside the elevator.

You hadn’t ever really talked to Bucky. He moved into the tower only a few days after you, but wasn’t much for conversation. You assumed he was getting over the traumatic experiences with Hydra—something all of the other avengers knew about, so they kept their distance. He was wary of everyone in the tower, though Steve tried to get him acclimated to living with all of them.

His blue eyes finally adjusted to the light and landed on you. You were also in pajamas.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head.

“Me either.” He stepped inside the elevator, and pushed the button to the same floor you were headed to. There were all sorts of rooms to poke around in down there.

You sat in awkward silence, contemplating your options. Bucky didn’t seem like the type to run around an empty floor at midnight. Then again, you didn’t really know what type he was. Eventually, your boredom got the best of you, and you said, “I’m gonna explore a bit. Want to come with?”

Bucky considered this for a moment, eyeing you levelly. “Tony keeps a stash of Oreos above the fridge,” he said finally. “We’re headed there first.”

You grinned at him. “Fair enough.”

“I can’t reach them!” You whispered harshly, jumping up and down in front of the fridge. Bucky was standing guard, just in case someone came down to this floor.

“Really? It’s not that high,” he said, obviously trying to hide the humor in his voice.

“Easy for you to say. I don’t have a super soldier serum! I’m normal human height!”

“Okay, I’ll get them—”

“No! I can do this!” Stubbornly, you looked around for anything to help you. “I’ll just climb on the counter. Just a sec—”

“Don’t, it’s slippery!”

Bucky’s warning was too late. You’d just pulled yourself onto the counter when you felt yourself slipping, falling fast toward the ground. Bucky was there in an instant, catching you right before you hit the floor.

You looked up at him, a mischievous grin overtaking your features. “Hey, guess what?” You said when you realized he was still holding you.

He raised his brow.

“I just fell for you!” You snickered at the pun as Bucky titled you upright again.

“You’re ridiculous.”

Quite a few Oreos later, the two of you wandered down the halls, having explored the rooms on that floor thoroughly. 

“Hey, wait a minute,” Bucky said, lightly grabbing your arm to stop you. The contact sent a small shiver through you. You told yourself it was a draft.

“Let’s go to a different floor,” you suggested. “Maybe one of the offices. We could scare a few late workers.” It was already past midnight, so you doubted anyone would still be there—but you were getting bored. “We’ve already explored everything on this floor.”

“Not everything.” He pointed to a small crawlspace in the wall.

“What? No way!” You shook your head.

“Scared?” He arched a brow.

“No!” You defended. “Just…I think it’s too small for your shoulders to fit. And I’m not going in alone.”

“I think you’d be surprised to learn what I can fit into, doll.” He sent a suggestive wink your way. Scoffing, you playfully pushed at his shoulder. You were glad the lights were off—you didn’t want him to see the way your cheeks heated up.

“Besides, it’s a bad idea. Haven’t you ever seen a horror movie? Going into a dark crawlspace is like, the number one way to die.”

Bucky frowned. “I don’t think I have seen a horror movie.”

You stopped. “What? Really?”

He shook his head. “I’m sure they played them at drive-ins in Brooklyn,” he said thoughtfully, “But I can’t remember watching one.”

Astounded, you instantly made up your mind. “That’s it! We’re watching a horror movie!” You declared, grabbing his hand.

Bucky stiffened. For a moment, you panicked. You remembered how he shied away from the other avenger’s attention, avoiding physical—or even social, for that matter—contact. You really didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. The night had been going so well.

But then he grinned at you, letting you lead him down the dark hallway of the tower.

“I don’t understand why we can’t just go down to the movie theatre. That’s what it’s there for!” Bucky exclaimed, shaking his head with an exasperated smile.

“I have no idea why Tony thought a movie theatre was necessary in the tower,” you stated. “Plus, it takes away from the experience! Here, hold this end down.”

Bucky grabbed the corner of one of his sheets, keeping it in place as you draped the other side across a few chairs. The blanket fort was your idea, but Bucky had brought down his own materials. He’d provide the blankets if you shared your snacks.

Standing upright, you dusted off your hands and nodded approvingly. “It’s perfect.” The conference room table had been moved out of the way, the chairs strategically placed to hold up your fort. The opening was wide enough to see the tv.

“How do we get in?” Bucky asked, eyeing the tent.

“The door’s over here!” You held up a blanket at the end of the fort. 

He took the blanket from you, motioning for you to go in. “Ladies first,” he grinned.

You complied, crawling into the tent while grumbling, “Don’t look at my ass, Barnes.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied rather sarcastically.

Once Bucky had finally managed to crawl in, he looked around the fort. “What are you, some kind of blanket architect?”

“I’ve been building these ever since I can remember.” Using the remote to start the movie and turn the lights off (still a surprising feature to you), you settled in next to Bucky, nestling into the pillows and blankets you spread out on the floor. You opened a pack of candy and popped a piece into your mouth, content with how the night was going.

After a while, the movie was boring you. It was one you’d watched at least a thousand times. So, wanting something to do with your hands, you began to braid Bucky’s hair.

He didn’t flinch this time, but you saw his face twist with confusion. “…What are you doing?”

“Fishtailing,” you answered simply.

He nodded thoughtfully. “Oh.” A few moments of silence passed before he asked, “And what the hell does that mean?”

You smiled. “It’s a type of braid. Your hair is really soft, by the way. What shampoo do you you use?”

Instead of answering, he snorted. “You’re braiding my hair.”

Sitting up properly, you continued the braid, decided to make it wrap around his head. “This has got to be a real sleepover experience. Blanket fort, snacks, horror movie at 2 am, braiding hair, gossiping about friends…” You trailed off, watching his amused expression. “Actually, let’s skip that last one. I don’t want to gossip about people that can kill me.”

Bucky laughed, a smooth sound that contrasted so greatly with the man you first met a few days ago. Here, illuminated only by the tv, he didn’t look like the Winter Soldier. He just looked happy. You finished the braid, smiling at the finished product.

He sat up suddenly, earning a shout of protest when he almost knocked the fort down. “Teach me how,” he said.

He was suddenly very close, you realized. His lips were just inches from yours. You tried not to think about it.

“Teach you how?” You asked, internally wincing at how your voice wavered. He smirked, just the tiniest bit. “To braid. I’ll do yours.”

You grinned up at him. “I’ll show you.”

You took a small strand of your hair and separated it into thirds, demonstrating it for him. “Just cross it over into the middle each time. Like this.”

He nodded, studying the strand before moving behind you to start the braid. “So, over one to the middle…” He trailed off, sounding lost.

You giggled. “Here. I’ll help.” You rested your hands on his, guiding him through the steps.

Your felt his breaths on the back of your neck as he concentrated, trying once again not to think about how close he was. A small shiver ran down your back. You hoped he didn’t notice.

You didn’t realize how hyper-focused you were, because when a scream sounded from the film, you jumped with a startled yelp. However, with Bucky’s hands still in your hair, you didn’t get too far. The tug on your hair sent you falling backwards, straight into Bucky, who happened to be leaning on one of the fort’s support chairs. The whole thing collapsed on the two of you.

You groaned, your head still in Bucky’s lap. He lifted the sheets and looked down at you, quirking his brow in amusement. “You alright?” He asked, unable to keep the humor from his voice.

You nodded with a sheepish smile. “Guess I was just distracted,” you mumbled. “Sorry I ruined your braid.”

He leaned forward, hovering slightly above you. “I don’t mind,” he said, moving closer to you. “Truth is, I had a sister. I already knew how to braid.” He didn’t look the least bit apologetic.

You scoffed, feigning indignation. “You think you’re smooth?” You said, amused.

“No,” Bucky answered, so close you could feel his breath on your lips. “I know I am.” His hand moved to cup your face as he leaned down farther, finally closing the distance between the two of you. The kiss was slow at first, hesitant—but after a moment, you worked up enough courage to deepen the kiss, only breaking away from him to sit up properly.

When the two of you finally pulled away, breathless, Bucky rested his forehead against yours. The sheet was still wrapped around the two of you, keeping you close, and the movie credits were just coming to an end. You giggled at the absurdity of the situation. Here you sat, in a collapsed blanket fort with the winter soldier, who still had your braids in his hair.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Just…haven’t had a sleepover like this before.” He chuckled, gently lacing his fingers with yours. You yawned, slouching slightly. “It’s already around 4 in the morning,” you said, a sleepy smile overtaking your features. “Want to just stay down here?”

He untangled the two of you from the sheet, returning your grin. “Fine by me, doll.”

You settled down into the heap of pillows and blankets, sighing contentedly as Bucky’s arms wrapped around you. You fell asleep almost instantly.

“Where the hell are my Oreos?” Tony stomped out of the kitchen, eyeing the avengers in the lounge. “Which one of you took them?”

Wanda put her hands up defensively, the rest of the group simply shook their heads.

“Maybe it was Bucky. Or Y/N,” Sam suggested.

“Speaking of which,” Nat asked, “Where is Y/N? We were gonna go for a jog.”

Tony, who had begun sulking back to the kitchen, froze in front of the door to the conference room. “Oh my god. Cap, at least your friend is warming up to one of us.” He immediately took out his phone, snapping a few pictures. Confused, Steve made his way over to Tony, raising his eyebrows in disbelief when he saw the scene before him.

The other avengers crowded around to see you on a nest of blankets and pillows, curled up in Bucky’s arms, sleeping peacefully. There were snacks all around you and an old case for a horror movie. Bucky’s hair was still in braids.

“Bucky was good at charming the ladies,” Steve said, shaking his head.

Tony cupped his hands around his mouth, ready to shout something to the two of you, when Natasha cuffed him on the back of the head. “Just let them sleep,” she said. “We can humiliate them later. I don’t want to have to deal with both of them being grumpy.”

“Fine,” Tony groaned. “But next time, they need to get their own damn Oreos.”

Games

Summary: A little hide and seek, getting trapped in a bathroom with a nearly naked Bucky, and a friend that doesn’t believe you’re just friends. What could go wrong? 

Warnings: Steamy? Ish?

Word count: 1900

A/N: I have no idea why this took so long? I’m so sorry you guys, I’m gonna catch up on my requests real soon I promise. I hope ya’ll don’t mind that I combined a couple requests on this one ^^

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It was a very rare occasion to have Clint’s whole family come to the tower. When they did venture out of their farm, the whole team made sure to accommodate them accordingly. 

Which was why you and the other Avengers were strung up in a game of hide and seek. Cooper and Lila, his older kids, were more interested in picking up Mjolnir or sledding down the stairs in Steve’s shield, but Nathaniel was only a few years old and because no one wanted him to throw a tantrum, they agreed to do whatever he wanted.

Bucky was lucky enough to escape the game, excusing himself to a shower before Clint so much as stepped into the building. You tried to get away too, desperately craving a good nap before Fury sent you on another mission, but decided too late. The second you were about to slip out the door, the oldest Barton spawn ran straight for your legs and hopped on, clinging to your hips for dear life.

“Auntie Y/N! You’re gonna play with us, right? You gotta!” Cooper pressed his face into your side and you laughed, ruffling his hair and backing away from the door slightly. You may have been an Avenger, but having a 70 pound tumour on your leg would throw anyone off balance if they moved too much.

“How could I say no to that face? What’s the plan Mini Cooper?” You gently pried him off your leg and recovered with just enough time to catch Lila as she threw herself at you. Her hug knocked the wind right out of you and you gave Clint a look that said this one’s an Avenger for sure.

“Nate wants to play Hide and Seek.” Lila grumbled and you put on your game face.

“You two ready to make this fun?” Your grin alone was enough to convince them of your plan. They nodded frantically and you pulled them into a huddle to hatch your play.

“Lila, you’re gonna stick with Pietro. That’s the lost silver puppy over there, see him?” You pointed imperceptibly to Pietro, standing awkward in the corner while his sister spoke to Laura. Lila nodded. “He can’t be caught, so just hop on up for a piggyback and you’re sure to win.”

“Coop, you go with Steve.” Cooper looked over at the soldier and groaned, eliciting a grin from you. “I know he’s gonna be hard to hide with all that beef, but if you do get caught, he’ll sacrifice himself for you to run free.”

“Auntie Y/N, who are you teaming up with?” You spared them a mischievous smirk before standing up and dusting yourself off.

“A little thing you should know about me kids, I play to win.” To which they shrugged and ran over to their assigned partners. Pietro looked a little alarmed at the little girl trying to climb onto his back but Steve picked Cooper up and placed him on his shoulders like a champ.

Clint faced the wall and started counting down from 50. Initially, Tony had decided it was his duty to be the first Seeker, but Vision informed everyone that he would just use F.R.I.D.A.Y. to figure out where they all hid. Clint would be hard to fool, but it was better than flat out cheating.

You had gone on too many missions to think staying still was in your best interest, so whenever you heard Clint’s passing footsteps you made sure to slink away from your current spot to find another. This was the perfect plan, until Nathaniel was caught and decided he would be Assistant Seeker.

You had thought, wrongfully, that none of the Barton gang would betray you, but apparently he was too young to get the memo. Once he had hunted you down, he trailed behind you like a cute, chubby-cheeked hounddog. And once you were cornered in the first unlocked bedroom you could find, Nathaniel ignored your mouthing traitor and started to shout.

“Daddy!” And he continued to blabber on with the sort of rounded drawl only a four year old could have despite your flailing arms and wide eyes.

You really couldn’t have picked a worse room to get caught in, there were next to no hiding spaces aside from under the bed, and there was no way you could fit inside the vent. The only option you had was to run to the attached bathroom and pray the door wasn’t locked. So you did.

And by some miracle it was unlocked. And by another miracle Bucky was in there, wearing nothing but a white towel that wrapped snugly (and lowly, very very lowly) around his hips.

You were still trying to slow your racing heart from just barely closing the door in time to avoid Clint, but now you had a whole new reason for the rapid beat.

Because Bucky, well he looked ripped with all of his combat gear on. Now all he was wearing was steam and the little trickles of water his hair allowed to fall over his skin, and he looked hunkier than ever. It was a good thing you were leaning against the door, too, because there was no way you could stand up all on your own.

“Oh.” You knew you should apologize or toss out your usual witty remark but c'mon, how could anyone be witty when Bucky’s abs were on full display?

“Hi to you too sweetcheeks. Enjoying the view?” He had only sent you a curious gaze before going back to brushing his teeth.

The real question was how could you say yes without making it sound like yes?

“Nope.” Not like that. Bucky spit out his toothpaste and put his toothbrush back before walking over to the door you were guarding.

“Really? ‘Cause your jaw on the floor says something else.” You were sure it did.

“Do you expect me to believe if you’d been the one walking in on me after a shower, you wouldn’t be a little bothered?” There it was, that nervous confidence Bucky brewed in you. He was not helping, however, when he continued to walk towards you. At this point his hand was against the wooden door to your left and he kept getting closer and closer.

Too close for your heartbeat to be kept a secret, surely.

“Are you bothered Y/N?” It was a breath, an airy growl. He was teasing you in the way a cloud teased rain and it wasn’t fair at all.  

“Why don’t you tell me.” Your voice was just as low, and you watched Bucky’s ocean hues glide down to your lips for a moment. You were pressed so far into the door you thought you’d leave a dent, and your skin was burning enough to set fire to the wooden support. Bucky’s minty breath was the only oxygen you could get and the few inches between you was getting smaller and smaller.

And then the door opened and you very literally crashed to the floor, bombarded with cold air and Clint’s laugh and Bucky’s quickly recovered serious face. Like you weren’t a millisecond away from kissing, like there wasn’t anything more than careless flirting beneath your careless flirting.

“At least tell me I’m the last one.” You dropped your head onto the wooden floor and covered your face, trying to rub away the blush you were definitely sporting. Nathaniel hopped up on your stomach and giggled enthusiastically at your downfall.

“Can’t reach Pietro and Lila.” Clint’s grin refused to falter as he took in the scandalous picture Bucky’s nearly naked stature painted. “Sorry for interrupting. Let’s go Nate, there’s too much tension in this room for it to be PG.” Nathaniel crawled off your stomach and trampled after his dad.

So much for that fantasy.

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“Nat I swear to god if you accuse me of dating Bucky one more time I will tie you to a boulder and drop you into the ocean.” Your redheaded friend was looking gorgeous as ever behind the bar she usually tended during these parties, but it didn’t matter how nice she looked, she was still getting on your nerves.

Not that you didn’t enjoy the prospect of dating Bucky, he was a very dateable guy. And the thought of having him all to yourself was enough to fuel your daydreams for months, but there was no point in getting your hopes up for something that would never happen. Sure, you almost kissed, but that was in the heat of the moment. The second Clint had walked away it was like Bucky had never been that close in the first place.

“Prove it then. I don’t believe in anything I can’t see with my own eyes.” You were disgruntled enough to do it, though you had no idea what you were going to do until you stomped through the finely-dressed crowd and stepped right up to Bucky.

He looked great too, straight out of an expensive painting or some sort of F Scott Fitzgerald novel with his hair slicked back and a polite smile settled on his lips. You gave him just enough time to recognize you before taking a fist full of his lapels and dragging him down to meet your lips.

The plan had been to kiss him a little, pull away, and stride your way back to Nat. You weren’t quite sure how that was gonna stop her from calling out your feelings, but no one said you were great at making plans.

Regardless, that’s not how it went down. Your lips met and it was like jumping into a lake on the hottest day of the year. Bucky didn’t even bother to resist, he only twisted his body so he could face you, tangled a hand in your cascading hair, and kissed you like you were sure he’d never kissed anyone before.

“What took you so long?” He panted breathlessly when you separated, his palm pulling your jaw carefully closer and his forehead resting against yours. Everyone was staring but it didn’t feel all that important right then - Bucky’s endless blue eyes made sure of that.

“Me? Excuse you Mr. Old Fashioned, I thought the guy was supposed to make the first move.” Your tone was much steadier than your pulse seemed to merit, especially with the smirk Bucky was awarding you.

“What do you think I was doing in that bathroom before we were interrupted?” His tone was dangerous at this distance, and you loved it.

“I think if you wanted it enough you’d have kissed me regardless of the door’s position.” You could play at that game too, you could smile just as wicked and make his blood boil just as hot.

“My bad. Mind if I make it up to you now?” Bucky’s arm wound around your waist and pulled you closer, ignoring the wolf whistles and the get some’s from his friends.  When you shook your head he dipped back down and consumed you again, this time savouring every detail of your lips.

Okay so maybe Nat was right, but that wasn’t gonna stop you from throwing her overboard if she kept teasing you.