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Papa’s Hammer

Pairing: Father!Thor Odinson x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 600

Summary: The reader is no where to be found, along with her fathers hammer.

Request:  Parent Request! Being Thor’s child and being able to drag the hammer across the floor. (Like move it). Maybe everyone is looking for the kid and the hammer, and an argument breaks out. While their fighting the young child (baby/toddler) walks in dragging the hammer by the handle and everyone just stops and stares. - I think it’s funny, :) Thanks!

You sat on the floor of the living room within the tower, playing with your little tot toys, not having a care in the world. Supposed, everyone was suppose to be watching you, except your father. Soon getting bored of your little stuff animals and little toys, you started to look around but a certain think caught your eye. Your fathers hammer.

Your eyes lit up as you spotted it so you quickly stood up on your short chubby legs of yours and ran towards it. “Ham!” You squealed when you reached it. You looked around you too make sure that no one was around to see because there was a rule, you were not allowed to touch the hammer but you being the little rebel you were, you countered against it. You grabbed the hilt of the hammer and slowly began to drag it off the table, only for it to make a loud sound when it hit the floor but not loud enough to catch anyone’s attention. With that, you grabbed your favorite stuff animal and dragged the hammer to where ever you pleased.

Back at where you were suppose to be, the voice of your father boomed. “Where is my daughter!? And Mjolnir?!”

Slowly, everyone walked in where they heard his voice. “They’re right he-” Steve started but soon noticed that neither you or the hammer was there. “They were both right here last time I was here.”

“Well, Captain” Thor looked at Steve with an annoyed expression. “they aren’t here, as you can see. Can one of you explain to me why my three year daughter was left unattended?”

“Well,” Tony started, pointing to Steve. “I asked Star Spangle to watch her.”

“And I asked Sam because I had a meeting.” Everyone soon turned to Sam.

“Hey! Well, I asked Bucky because I had to take a shower and… Stuff.” Sam admitted which turned everyone’s attention to the ex assassin. The loop soon ended with everyone looking at Clint who wore a sheepish look.

“I…Um… Had to pee?” He told which sounded more like a question.

Thor stomped up towards Clint and grabbed him by the collar, bringing him eye to eye. “You left my child to empty your bladder, Archer?”

“Thor!” Natasha yelled, hitting his shoulder. “Put him down, it isn’t his fault. We should have all been watching her.”

“Don’t pin this on us, Nat!” Tony pointed back at her.

“Well, it’s true!” Steve countered back. This started a whole argument between everyone. Starting on who should have been watching her to the reason why Sam left to why Tony couldn’t watch her and you were just walking around the hall, dragging the hammer along.

You soon made it back towards the living room when hearing the loud voice. “Well, I think I’m seeing her right now with your stupid hammer!” Bucky yelled, not noticing what he said. Everyone stopped yelling and looked towards where he was took a double take.

“Papa!” You exclaimed with open arms when he saw you.

“[Y/N], princess, where have you been?” Thor asked you while picking you up. “And you know you aren’t allowed to touch the Hammer.”

“I know, Papa…” You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, exhausted. “I’m sorry.”

He rubbed your back lightly. “It’s alright, little one, just don’t wander off again.” You just responded with a hum.

“Is no one wandering how she was able too drag Thor’s Hammer?” Bucky asked and everyone just nodded.

Thor’s eyes opened wide at the realization. “That is true. Oh my Odin…”

Between Us - Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: I’m sorry there’s been a big gap between fics, I’ve had a bunch thrown on me within the past few days so I haven’t had a lot of time to write. ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!

Request: Hi can I request a Bucky fic where Thor leaves his hammer sitting around and bucky sees it and thinks that hes alone so he moves it without knowing about it and the reader sees and explains to him that he’s worthy and he begs her not to tell anyone? (requested by @attariian )

Warnings: Brief language, mentions of killing(? i guess)

Words: 1036

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29. All I want is you! 50. So whose the unlucky girl?

Requested by @justareader —-

There you were, sitting outside under a tree. You were lost in your book, not once taking your eyes off the pages.

Bucky watched your from afar. A smile appearing on his lips. He was captivated by you. Ever since the first second he saw you walk in to Tony’s lab, he was hooked.

That was about six months ago, and he had made it his mission to get to know you.

But little did he know, he would start to fall for you. Which brought him here.

He took in a deep breath, and started toward you. His heart was pounding profusely with every step he took.

“Hey.” He muttered, capturing your attention.

You shot your gaze up to him, squinting your eyes as the sun blinded you for a moment. “Hi!” You smiled.

Bucky loved that smile, it was the one he had memorized.

“I kind of need help with something.” He exhaled, digging his hands deep into his pockets.

You closed your book, and propped up to your feet. You raised a brow, crossing your arms over your chest. “So whose the unlucky girl?” You teased.

Bucky swallowed hard, glancing at the floor then back to you. His stomach was churning more and more. “Uh–”

“Let me guess, is it that girl from the bar! The blonde chick that you slept with?Because she didn’t seem like your type. Just saying.”

He shook his head feeling the heat radiate off his body. “No.” He exhaled. “Actually, it’s you.”

Suddenly you were frozen. As your eye brows furrowed, you locked your gaze with his. Scanning his face for bluff. “Bullshit.” You lightly chuckled.

Bucky quickly licked his lips. “I’m serious Y/N. All I want is you.” He stated. “I am completely and hopelessly in love with you.”

“B-But what about–what about the blonde? The one you’ve been–”

“I tried to push my feelings aside but I couldn’t because, she’s not you.” He expressed. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to stop thinking about you.”

“Buck-”

“I love you Y/N.”

Diners and Dates

Bucky x reader

Imagine request: I hope this doesn’t seem like a bother, buuuut, can you do a light fluff between Bucky and the reader where the reader is a waitress at a diner Steve is a regular at, and he brings Bucky to try it out . And have Bucky slip slightly back into his lady’s man persona and take the reader on a date eventually where the light fluff happens, please. I really like your blog by the way!

Warnings: None.

Note: THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL STORY. I LOVE IT. Thank you for this request. Thank you for being you. Also, we stopped at a port with wifi, turns out I can submit some imagines now! I got inspired by a part of the movie ‘Elf’ for this.

“Hey Steve! Table for 1?” You asked, picking up a menu. But you already knew what Steve wanted; A cheeseburger with no tomato, french fries with mustard, a pickle, and a surprise shake. He never knew what shake he wanted, so he made you pick which one.

“Well, actually I need a table for 2, Ma’am.” Steve replied.

“Steve, I’ve told you millions of times, call me Y/N,” you playfully punched his shoulder. “So who’s the lucky girl?”

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Precious Moments

Word Count: 1130

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Remembering precious moments of your pregnancy with Bucky’s child.

Warning: Hella Fluffy

Note: I need more Dad!Bucky in my life

The day you told Bucky that you were pregnant, he cried like a baby because it was one of the most happiest day of his long ass life. You remember that he was on a short mission with Steve and Clint, probably two day long and you found out the day he left. You remember freaking out, in a good way, because you and Bucky have been wanting to start a family together for while. You called Natasha and Wanda right away, seeing as they weren’t on the mission with the boys and they came over as fast as they could too congratulate you.

You remember you had the girls help you prepare this whole thing for when he came home. You had baby balloons all over the place, pink and blue, you had placed one baby book on each table that led to the kitchen and in the kitchen, you had a card written for your husband and little baby booties next to it.

When he entered your house, you heard him set his bags down while his voice boomed. “[Y/N], are you here?” You watched him from a hidden place in the house. You saw him look around the house, looking at the balloons and the books everywhere. His heart was racing at the moment, not knowing what to think. He slowly walked into the kitchen to see what was left for him on the table.

We walked towards the kitchen table and picked up the letter:

Dear James Buchanan Barnes,

You are too become the father to a beautiful baby boy or girl. I had found out the day you left for that stupid mission and ever since, I’ve been waiting to tell you the exciting news. I had the girls come over and help me prepare this whole thing.

I hope you’re ready to become a father. Now, turn around you little shit.

P.S they better have your eyes

He laughed at the last part before turning around to see you leaning against the wall. “Welcome home, Daddy.”

A smile broke on his face as tears formed in his eyes. “Oh my god, [Y/N]!” He ran towards you, wrapped his arms around your waist and twirled you around. He set you down and looked you in the eye, tears streaming down his face. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a father.” He breathed out. He leaned forward to capture your lips into a kiss. “This is the best gift you could have ever given me.” He murmured against your lips only to capture them against his once more.

You remember when you were five months pregnant, you both found out you were having a baby boy. You remember watching Bucky jumped into the air, pumping his arms as he screamed. “Yes!” You just stared at laughed at him with your doctor.

When you got cleaned up and walked out of the room, Bucky had his arm around your waist so he could keep at least one hand on your stomach. The whole time walking back to the car, he kept whispering in your ear with a giddy laugh. “We’re having a boy…” You would just shake your head and respond with a big smile. “I know, Barnes, I know.”

You remember that same night that you found a name for your son, Christian Steven Barnes. You looked down at your joyful husband, having his hands on the sides of your stomach, whispering to your swollen belly. “I’m going to teach you how to walk, talk, ride a bike. How to shoot a gun and-” You gave him a warning glance with he just shrugged off. “All the things you need to know on how to grow up, especially how to woo the girls.” You just rolled your eyes and laughed while bringing your hands to Bucky’s hair and the other on the top of your stomach.

You remember the baby’s first kick. You were sitting in the living room while watching your favorite movie when you felt a kick sharp movement within your swollen belly. You placed a hand over where you felt it and it happened again. A smile broke from your face as you called you husband over from the kitchen. “Bucky, come here!”

You heard him run in with a worried look. “What, is something wrong?” He asked you while walking towards you.

You shook your head, your smile growing larger. “No, give me your hand.” You told him which he complied too by giving you his right hand. You placed his right hand on the side of your belly in which the movement happened again. “He’s kicking.”

Bucky had a shocked look but quickly faded to a similar look you had on your face. “He’s kicking, [Y/N]! Oh my god…” He whispered while moving to crouch in front of you. He placed now both f his hands on the side of your stomach, as he usually does, the small kicks coming every few minutes. “He’s got a strong kick… Like his dad.” He smiled as he started to talk to your unborn child.

You remember when your water broke and how much pain you were in with each contraction. You woke up Bucky with a hard punch. “Huh? What’s wrong? Are you and the baby all right?” His tired voice asked.

“My water broke, Bucky.”

With that sentence said, he jumped out of bed and started getting dress. He came up towards you and helped you into some cleaner pants and a new shirt and helped you hobble down the stairs, grabbing your baby bag and walk towards the car.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding your hand, sadly being his right hand. He had the car you both had call the others, telling them that your water broke and that he would keep everyone updated.

When you reached the hospital, they quickly brought you to a room where you’d be by yourself. Bucky stayed by your side the whole time and he let you hold and crush with left hand instead of his right one. When you were ready too push, the birthing process came easy and quickly and you and both Bucky to have your son, Christian in your arms.

Now, Bucky sat beside you in the hospital bed, you had your head leaned against his shoulder as you held your sleeping son in your arms. You felt Bucky press a kiss to your forehead and whisper so he doesn’t wake up his son. “Thank you for bringing him into the world, [Y/N].”

As you opened your mouth to respond, the door opened to the Avengers, including T'Challa who wanted to see your miracle. “So, where’s the little rascal?”

Tutoring

Peter x reader

Imagine request: hello! can I have a peter parker x reader, where I’m really bad at math and science so the teacher assigns peter to tutor me and we both like each other so like its all fluffy and cute? sorry if thats really confusing

Warnings: None.

Note: WHOOP WHOOP FIRST REQUEST! I am really excited about this post! Love you guys!

The bell rang in the classroom and you were excited to finally leave math class to go home. Before you even got up, the intercom clicked.

“Y/N L/N and Peter Parker, please come to the front office to see the guidance counselor.” The intercom in the classroom screeched with your principal’s voice.

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Reconciliation

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Requested by anon

Summary: Your memory kept Bucky fighting all these years and is the one thing that helps him sleep peacefully at night. He believes you’re dead but…things never go as planned.

Warnings: lots of angst in the beginning, kinda fluffy at the end, minor cursing

Word Count: 853

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ou were the one constant thing in his life - your smile, your laugh, that little spark in your eye each time you got some new, crazy idea. He got drunk off of your face. He wasn’t sure how he always remembered you, but he did.

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Hate - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1491 Pairing: Pietro x (f)Reader Featuring: Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Warnings: swearing, rude bickering Author’s Note: SO I totally ran out of time to write so here is an imagine I’ve had written for a bit but I still really like this one because, well, it’s PIETRO!

Masterlist.

“Watch where you’re going.” You said as Pietro walked past you and hit your arm in the midst of it.

“Mhm.” Pietro just rolled his eyes. “Says you, always in my way.”

“Maybe if you actually slowed down for once, you could actually do something right.” You fought back.

“If you actually came to training on time, then maybe you’d be able to catch up.” Pietro said.

“Maybe if you were a little more of a human, then I wouldn’t have had a broken arm.” You said, referring to a mission that ended you with a broken arm; what a great partner Pietro was.

“And maybe if you weren’t so clumsy all the time, then you would not have had a broken arm.”

“I’d love to kill you.” You whispered as you got closer to him.

“Ha, funny, so far I’ve been close to death multiple times- and I’m still here. I just do not die.” Pietro said.

Wanda looked over at Steve, while she watched you and Pietro bicker. “This is getting worse every day.” She said.

“Yeah, I know. One day they might actually kill each other.” Steve said quietly and Wanda flinched. “Sorry- I know you don’t like seeing your best friend and your brother fight.”

“No, we have to do something about this.” Wanda said to Steve.

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Gif source:  Wade

Imagine being Wade’s best friend who he’s secretly in love with, but you’re dating this other asshole guy who winds up stepping out of line with you, so Wade puts him in his place before confessing his feelings to you.

——— Request for anon ———

“Get out of here!” Wade gives what was probably now your ex-boyfriend a shove as he points towards your front door angrily. Your ex hesitates for just a moment, until Wade continues, “Don’t make me fuck that butterface of yours up more than God already has!”

“You’re going to regret this,” he shouts before storming out.

“Keep talking, fuckboy,” Wade calls after him, before he quickly turns towards you once the jerk is out of sight. “Hey, are you okay?” he begins, and you give a wary nod, still shaken by the events of the night.

“I think so. Thanks, Wade. If you hadn’t been here—” he cuts you off with a wave of the hand that soon comes to rest on your shoulder, pulling you closer into his embrace.

“Yeah, well, your hero has come, so no need to worry about that asshat anymore.”

You hug him back, “Sorry for dragging you into this.”

“It’s cool, ‘cause I kind of love you, you know,” pulling back just a little, Wade continues, “Plus, it’s almost like the author of this story had no idea how else to get me in this situation.”

Compromises || Peter Parker x Reader

A\N:  Sorry for the wait! But here you go! Parkeeeer! I hope you guys like it :)

Prompt No.18: “You are my everything and I would never trade it for the world.”

Prompt No.24: “Can you just stay here with me for a little while?”

Request: “can you do 18 & 24 with peter parker please?”

You were sitting cross legged on your bed fidgeting with your phone, unlocking and locking it after every few seconds in hopes of receiving a text or call from Peter. You hadn’t seen him in weeks due to his missions with the Avengers as Spider-Man.  You had tried to visit his apartment but you had only met Aunt May who would tell you that Peter was on an educational trip with Tony Stark. At least Aunt May was spared of the worry for Peter. Above that you hadn’t received any texts or calls from him in this time period.

“This is Peter. Leave a message after the beep.”

“God dammit Peter,” you said in frustration as the call went straight to voicemail.

You threw your phone on the other side of the bed and rested your head in your palms. This was getting ridiculous. You couldn’t keep this up anymore. For all you know, Peter could be dead or seriously injured and you really deserved to know.

Sharp taps on your window pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked bewildered in the direction of your window. You slowly got out of your bed and walked cautiously towards the window. Your lips parted in surprise as you saw Peter standing on the other side looking very tired. You quickly unlatched the window and took a few steps back. Peter let himself in and landed softly on his feet.

You had thought that if Peter were to appear before you, you would rush into his arms. You would bury your face in his chest and breath him in. You would go on and on about asking him if he was alright? Had something happened?  How was he doing? You had thought that you would lock your arms around him and never let go.

But here he was, standing infront of you and you wanted to do none of that. You didn’t feel happy to see him. Relieved, of course but not happy. There was anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach and you just had to let it out.

“Where the hell have you been Peter!?” you hissed surprising yourself and him, with the newly found rage. “You leave for weeks!  I don’t get a text or a call from you!? I get it your busy being Spider-Man but it sure as hell wouldn’t hurt to check up on your worrying girlfriend and tell her that you are alright! That you’re not dead! I mean is that too much to ask from you!?”

Peter bent his head and looked fixatedly at your feet. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry [Y\N].”

Hearing him say your name sent a chill down your spine and all of your anger was replaced by sadness. “Well sorry won’t cover it. And I can’t live like this Peter I just can’t.”

Peter looked up at you as your voice broke and he immediately rushed forward wrapping you in his arms. This warmth felt very familiar and brought back memories of you and him together. First date in the park. Cuddling up to him during the Harry Potter marathon. Being securely wrapped in his arms as he swung in the city as Spider-Man.

“I didn’t mean to bring you this pain [Y\N]. I never meant to be gone so long.”

You pushed yourself away from him and took a few steps back from him. You wrapped your arms around your shoulders and tried to blink away the tears. “Look Peter, I get it. Spider-Man means so much to you and I would never ever ask you to give up the mask for me. But you have to give me some time otherwise this-” you gestured to yourself and Peter “-can’t work. Do you really want to trade me for violence and bruises every single day?”

Peter widened his eyes in surprise and he closed the distance between the two of you. He placed his hands on your shoulders and said in a very firm voice, “You are my everything and I would never trade it for the world. The day I do that will be a very sad sad day. I love you and I can’t just throw you out of my life like that.”

You gave him a week smile and put your head on his chest. “I love you too. But this can’t keep going on okay? We need to work on this. Us. Otherwise we’re both just….wasting our time.”

He sighed and put his chin on your head. “We’re not wasting our time. And we will make it work. You’re not getting of that easy.”

You stifled a laugh, “Dammit Parker. You never fail to make me laugh.”

He grinned at you, “That’s my specialty babe.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

You looked up at him, “Can you just stay here with me for a while?”

He took your face in his hands and gave you a long kiss. “Anything for you.”

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~Charlie

Hot Chocolate Is Fabulous

Request/Prompt: Hey! Can you do the prompt “Hey, hey, calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore.” with Kurt Wagner? Thanks!

Note: I’ve never written Kurt (or taken a lot of notice to him - not trying to offend anyone but I don’t find him interesting much) but SURE!

“Milk,” you muttered, half asleep. You dragged yourself down the halls, trying to get to the kitchen, looking for a drink - you rarely slept a lot during the night, your powers stopped you from a lot of rest so you woke early. You dorm was on the other side of the institute so you had to walk past most of the other dorms to get to the kitchen. 

Lazily, you scratched the back of your neck, almost walking into a corner - waking you up a little bit more. You walked past a half open door that showed the inside of what you recognised to be Kurt’s room. As you tip-toed past you heard low mutterings, causing you to cease walking. You crept around the area, trying to listen out for the mumbles. 

They got the smallest bit louder and you realised that it wasn’t in English, which essentially made it worse as now you wouldn’t be able to figure out what they were saying. You pressed your ear against each door in the nearby area, not finding the source but as you began to walk away, you finally realised that it was coming from Kurt’s room. 

You slid between the gap of the door as it was already open and looked around for the blue man. “Kurt,” you whispered, not seeing him on his bed. You heard heavy breathing then a loud thump. “Kurt!” You gassed, climbing over his bed to see him on the floor of the other side.

“No,” he muttered, the only word you could understand in English. He crawled into a corner of his room then hugged his knees and began to rock back and forth. You jumped off his bed and crawled over to him and cupped his cheeks.

“Kurt, you need to wake up,” you commanded, trying to shake him. Though he was still asleep. “Come on,” you muttered, shaking his shoulders a bit. His eyes flew open and he started to panic and look, frantically, around the room. “Hey, hey, calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore,” you assured, you knew about his nightmares and what they were about but you didn’t know they could get this bad.

His breathing slowed a bit and sweat rolled down his face. “I am sorry, I did not mean to scare you,” he whispered, tuck his head between his knees.

“Hey, that’s okay, you can’t control nightmares they aren’t your fault,” you reassured, silently willing him to look up to you. “Do you want to talk about it?” He shook his head in response. For a few minutes, you just sat in silence - the sound of your breathing filling the empty space.

“You should go back to sleep,” he sat, slowly rising off the ground.

“I can’t sleep, I’m going to the kitchen,” you said, rubbing your arms up and down. He took notice of the small goosebumps that rose on your skin and pick the scrunched up blanket off his bed. He wrapped it around you and gave a small smile; to which you returned with a hug.

“You gonna stay up with me?” You asked.

“It is not like I have a choice,” he replied, grabbing your arms. You threw him a confused look just before a small flash then ending up in the kitchen.

“Nice,” you said, walking over to the fridge and pulling out some milk and chocolate. “You like hot chocolate?” 

“No, I have not, is it good?” 

“Hot chocolate is fabulous, I’ve decided that we’re having that now,” you announced, grabbing all the things you’d need to make the delicious hot drink. He watched your every move with a strong interested and when you had finally finished making the drink, he accepted it with open hands.

“Thank you,” Kurt said as you took a seat in front of his, on the opposite side of the counter.

“It’s okay,” you said, assuring him about more than just the drink. Kurt Wagner

Unexpected News - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Requested by anonymous

Prompt: “We have to get out of here…I’m pregnant.”

A/N: I hope this doesn’t suck, BECAUSE I LIKE IT

“Ready, doll?” The Winter Soldier smiled over at you.

You nodded at him, anxiety washing over you. Last night you figured out that you were pregnant and you still haven’t said a word to your husband. The Avengers were called for a mission so you thought that it was best to not give the team a distraction.

I’ll tell him after. You reassured yourself.

He reached for your hand and pulled it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against your knuckles. You took a deep breath and returned your focus to the metal doors in front of you.

“Now, (Y/N).” Cap instructed you. You raised your hands and glared at the doors. They began to dent and were soon lying on the floor in crumbled pieces.

You ran in after Nat and she took out three of the agents while you used your gift to throw around huge objects, distracting them. She turned around and shouted a you. “I’ve got the rest of them! Go with Bucky and help him disable the alarms.”

You took off for your husband, grabbing his bionic arm after he knocked out another agent. “Nat said to shut down the alarms. Let’s go.” He nodded and the two of you ran for the next set of doors which you took down easily. Behind them was a row of panels in which two men were seated at. They looked at you in horror as you lifted them with your mind and threw them to opposite walls. Bucky was already fumbling with the switches but the alarms were still wailing. Finally he gave up and just slammed his fist through the main panel. The sirens quieted and the two of you sighed in relief.

All of a sudden, Sam’s voice sounded through the small speaker in your ear. “Clint’s got eyes on hostiles, fifty maybe more. Run now!”

“Buck, we gotta go. More are coming.” By the time the two of you made it back into the main passageway, the enemies were already filtering in. You were overcome with terror and looked over to your husband. “We have to get out of here now…I’m pregnant…” Your worried eyes stared into his.

“What?” His face switched from shock, to confusion, to anger.

About six other what?’s echoed in your ear. You weren’t thinking that everyone could hear you.

You tore your eyes away from him and picked off a few of the men entering the doorway. He busied himself with fighting as you spoke to the others.

“Anyone wanna help us out here? Sam? Tony?”

“Got it.” Sam swooped back inside and knocked more out with his wings. Tony followed suit, shooting at them from above.

“Where’s Cap?” You asked in fear.

“With Romanoff. They’ll finish the rest as long as we fight these guys off.” Tony replied.

“I can’t believe you came on this mission without telling me!” Bucky shouted from next to you, still in the midst of combat.

You twisted the arm of a man who came running at you. Then you kicked his feet out from under him and harshly collided your foot with his face, knocking him out.

“I just didn’t want you to worry.” You yelled back.

“Too late now! I worry about you enough and now you tell me that you’re carrying my child!”

“I’m sorry!” You started to cry out of frustration.

Tony’s voice came into your earpiece. “Can’t you guys argue about this later?”

Bucky ignored him. “I’m going to get you out of here, okay?”

“Okay.”

“We got it. Headed back your way.” Nat said.

Bucky used his metal arm and punched his victim in the stomach, sending him flying. By now only a few were left, which Tony and Sam were taking on without any problem. Your husband rushed over to you and wrapped you in his arms tightly. “You’re insane. Are you alright?” He pulled back and examined you up and down with worried eyes.

“I’m fine.” You smiled guiltily up at him.

“No more missions until our child is born, alright?” He said sternly.

You nodded. “I promise. I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “God, I love you.” He roughly pulled you against him and kissed you deeply. You threw your arms around his neck and tangled your fingers in his dark hair. You were so caught up in one another that you almost didn’t hear Sam. “Alright, congrats you guys but let’s not undress each other right here.”

You pulled away breathless and blushed, fixing your hair and rubbing your lips. Once everyone was back on the jet, you and Bucky sat side by side with your fingers intertwined. “I love you…I’m so happy to be having your child.” You smiled up at him.

“Me too, doll.” He placed his lips on yours and you smiled as you heard the rest of the team groan.

Handling The News

Handling The News

Peter Maximoff X Pregnant!Reader

Written by: Hannah

Prompt(s): Nice to meet ya hannah could you maybe make me a peter maximoff x pregnantreader cute imagine thanks 👋💗

Notes: Ok so as u can see this was from when I first started and gOD IT WAS BURIED but I was so happy when I read it??? Ajfjsdfj;kj it’s super cute ok ;-; Peter is also super happy!!!!!

Warning(s): None.

Peter Maximoff knew something was off from the moment that (y/n) had to step away after feeling nauseous during breakfast. He had to go and teach gym class though, so there wasn’t much he could do other than ask Logan to watch the class real quick while he ran over and checked on them. After finding them recovering, they exchanged a kiss and Peter returned to his class.

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This cycle continued for the next week. Finally, (y/n) decided a doctor’s visit was in check. They returned shortly after, a nervous but excited grin on their face. Charles couldn’t help but smile at the bright surface thoughts that he read, “Oh (y/n), I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you, professor. Could you go and tell Peter that I need to talk to him at lunch? Thanks!” They called out, seeing as Charles was already on the mission.

Peter was in the middle of teaching gym when Charles rolled over, cautious of the kids running around him during a game of soccer. The telepath bright grin had Peter squinting for a minute.

“I do believe your wife has something to talk to you about, when you’re done with classes for lunch. She asked that I go and tell you for her. And, if you ask me, I would like what she has to say.” The professor grinned his snarky grin, red lips stretching across his milky face as he simply retreated back off the field and into the house. Peter didn’t even have time to ask what the hell he meant before some kids trampled him in an attempt to get the ball. He yelped in surprise and found himself unable to pay attention for the rest of class.

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It was lunch time when Peter finally was able to speed up to his shared bedroom. (y/n) was sitting by the window, reading a book. Peter closed the door softly behind him but still managed to grab their attention so he smiled.

“Hey babe, what’s up? Professor said you wanted to talk with me?”

“Hey honey and yeah…I do. Um…Honestly I don’t know any other way than to just say it, Pete.” (yn) took a deep breath and, in the exhale said, “Peter. I’m pregnant.”

The normally talkative speedster suddenly couldn’t talk. He looked away for a second, jaw dropped, before he relearned how talking and tongues worked.

“Wh…What?”

“Well Peter, a women can get pregnant when a female and a male love each other very much so they-”

“Nononono! I know that- but-…you’re pregnant? And you’re not kidding me, right? Like, there is an actual bun in the oven type of thing, yeah?” Peter asked with a higher pitched voice. He was nervous but he was also getting excited. Ohhhhh he was getting very excited!

“Haha, yes Peter. There’s an actual bun in the oven…You’re going to be a father, Pete.” (y/n) began to tear up, feeling the news sink into her partner. Peter teared up too before he rushed forward and hugged them, spinning his lover around and around his bedroom.

“I’m going to be a father!! I’m going to be a father! Oh and you’re going to be a mother and- I GOTTA GO TELL EVERYBODY OH MY GOD” (y/n) was left to laugh and giggle, spinning slowly before falling onto their bed. The giggles continued to bubble out as, through the open window, they heard Peter yell about six times, to six different people, “I’M GOING TO BE A FATHER!!!”

Charles rolled up to the door, smirking as he heard Peter through the window, “I take it he liked the news?”

“Ohh yeah, he liked it.” (y/n) smiled brightly and finally caught their breath, a hand on their stomach, “He definitely loved it.”

Tangled up in Webs:Pt:3

Warnings: Violence, Spoilers (???)

Pairing: Spider-man x reader, Peter Parker x reader Summary: You are one of the Avengers hiding in Wakanda. Being the youngest and the only one with a secret identity, you are sent to New York to be undercover in Queens. You’re supposed to be focused on the mission- but then a distraction pops into your life. Well- more like swings.

1:http://mattstarrxfandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/145877178561/tangled-up-in-webs

Pt 2: http://mattstarrxfandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/145920979041/tangled-up-in-webspt2

It had been three weeks since the incident with the water balloons. It was an easy fix, despite how much discomfort it had caused you. The only sign you could see of the damage now was your old notifications. Before your tech had been improved because of the Avengers, you would get images flashing across your vision. Not glitchy ones like when the water balloon hit you- useful things. Things like heart-rate, internal temperature, heat signatures, even news feeds. You didn’t mind having them back- but you felt less human now. It was just something you would have to deal with. Your hearing and visual panel had been slightly water logged when you first started, but you and Scott had managed to figure out how to fix it. Which had almost seemed impossible with how many times Cassie would ask questions about your abilities, or why you had wires in your head. But despite finishing the work in a couple hours, your mind flittered back to Tony, knowing how easily he could have fixed you. Those kind of things you tried not to think about. After that, the next three weeks passed by quickly without you noticing. You became used to where you were- knowing Peter, acting like you had a family, doing your homework even. It all had begun to feel natural. And that was the problem. You were getting attached- you weren’t supposed to do that. Especially forgetting to actually investigate. The only time you had really investigated was late at night and you had run out of options. You decided to go down to the shadiest place in town and wait, hoping to hear anything Super villain worthy. So you stood on the roof of a building, scowling as you tried to sketch the street below. Where would the best place for super-powered villains to attack be? You quickly erased a line as you groaned, looking up periodically to see if anyone on the slummy streets below would make any moves on the various bars and clubs that littered the dingy neighborhood. You sighed and cupped your chin into you palm, tapping the side of your cheek. And you had thought posing as a normal teenager was the hard part. “What are you doing?” You felt something land behind you, and it took all of your willpower not to generate a gun from your arm and shoot whoever had snuck up on you. Instead you jumped, dropping your sketchbook. You spun around, coming face to face with the superhero you had met twice. Well, now it was three times- that didn’t matter. The first time had actually been when you were in costume, fighting him at an airport. He had been really annoying. Crazy annoying. You scowled at him, your face bunching up. “What do you think you’re doing- running around, sneaking up on people like that?!” You exclaimed, fists resting on your hips and making yourself look angry. “Me? I’m not the one who should be getting interrogated- what are you doing around here, on a building… sketching people?” He asked as he bent down and snatched up your notebook. You lunged forward for your book, but Spider-man simply danced out of reach. “Huh. You’re pretty good at this.” “Give it back!” You huffed, still reaching for you sketchbook. He held the book way over his head, to far away for you to reach it, just enough to give you hope. “Aw come on, isn’t art supposed to be public?” He said, still laughing at you. This last laugh must have pushed you over the edge, because you made up your mind. You lunged at him a second time, expecting him to dodge again. But Spider-man had been caught off-guard. You barreled directly into him, arms wrapping around his chest and taking him down. You both landed hard, the superhero directly under you. “Ow…” He said, weird mechanical eye-holes squinted shut. “HA!” You exclaimed and reached over his head for one of his hands, the one gripping tight to your sketch book. You ripped it from his hands triumphantly and sat up, still laughing. “For someone who looks so small, you hit really hard.”  Spider-man said, looking up at you. You smirked, knowing the exact reason for that. “I guess I’m just full of surprises.” “Yeah. You definitely are… Can you get off me now?” You blinked and then looked down. You were straddling him. You blushed and scrambled off, mind racing. A red line of text flashed in your vision, telling you your heartbeat was abnormally fast. You dismissed the notification. “Sorry.” You muttered, looking anywhere but at Spider-Man. “It’s fine. I’m not hurt. No harm, no foul.” You looked at him sideways, realizing that he didn’t understand the implications of the position you had been in a couple of moments ago. You were relieved- but another feeling seeped into your mind. You closed your eyes, wishing you weren’t a hormonal teenage girl. “So really, why are you out here? Shouldn’t you be at home? In bed?” “You don’t know my sleep schedule.” You quipped, flipping through the pages of your book. “Sure- but I know your schedule doesn’t include hanging out in shady places late at night”. You cocked an eyebrow suggestively, a smirk risk  to your face. “What do you do stalk me? I didn’t take you as that kind of guy.” You teased, pressing the notebook to your chest. To your surprise, Spider-Man instantly became flustered, the tech in your brain telling you that his heart rate had increased. “No of course not!” Spider-Man exclaimed, arms waving expressively, “I wouldn’t follow you around- people who do that are weird! I definitely haven’t followed you home and watched you!” You stared, mouth hanging open slightly. “Oh my gosh. You totally followed me home.” You stated, one arm extending and moving for emphasis. “No! I didn’t I swear!” You almost giggled. Spidey’s voice had again become higher, increasing with his emotion. You walked over to him, looking him up and down. An orange light blinked in the corner of your vision. He was definitely lying. But he seemed flustered enough that you couldn’t believe that his intentions had been anything but well meaning. He was kinda annoying- but he seemed to always mean well. You smiled and moved closer, patting him on the shoulder. “I’ll forgive you- if you tell me about Kraven. Does he have any affiliates?” “Just because I’m embarrassed doesn’t mean you can trick me.” “So that means I’m ‘still in danger’?” “Yeah.” “Okay. See you around Web-head.” You shrugged and turned around, heading for the edge of the roof. “Wait- how are how you getting down?” “Same way I came up. Parkour.” You answered enthusiastically, edging your way off the roof. Spidey watched you go, staying silent for a long while. He sighed, putting a hand on his head now that you were out of earshot. “Uhhhhh she’s gonna kill me. I think I’m getting gray hairs- and I just turned sixteen!” “What’s that?” You asked, looking at the crumpled flyer in Peter’s hand. Peter looked at you as you walked down into the subway after school. “Uh, it’s nothing really important. Just a dance.” He said, sounding pretty negative about the subject. You snatched the paper from his hands, all while maneuvering around other people. “A dance? I didn’t know that high schools had dances…” You said, looking at the flyer with intense concentration. “You didn’t?” “No. I didn’t think education systems would bother with things like that.” You replied, turning the flyer over to find more information. “Well don’t worry, our dances suck anyway. There’s no reason you should have to worry about it.” Peter said sullenly as you both made your way to the subway platform. You looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. “You sound kinda bitter about all this.” Peter laughed half-heartedly. “Let’s just say that it isn’t fun to go to these without a date- or friends.” You looked at Peter, a feeling of sympathy weighing on your chest. If you hadn’t met Peter that first day at school, would you have been friendless? You looked at him as he stared at the subway, running something back and forth in your mind. “Peter-” You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, loud screaming came from behind you. You turned around, seeing nothing but a large mass of people swarming out of the subway. “What is- oh…” You said, eyes landing on the large group of men two hundred feet away from you, gathering up people and forcing them to the floor. They were taking hostages- and guess who was the leader? Kraven. You caught a glimpse of his gaudy outfit as people streamed past you, running for the exit. You turned, expecting to see Peter right next to you. He wasn’t there. “Peter?!-” You cried out, and then in your confusion was knocked over by  nicely dressed New Yorker. You fell to the floor, wincing as people rushed over you, not bothering to help you up. You grimaced and got up on your hands and knees, starting to crawl backwards and stand up. You peered through the frenzied crowd, looking for something. There.

Your eyes landed on an upturned table, maybe it had been for someone selling things.

But at the moment it didn’t matter why it was there, overturned against a wall. All that mattered was that you had a hiding spot.

You sprinted towards the table, both thankful and disappointed the crowd was thinning out. Sure you could move easily, but you didn’t have the best cover. You dashed through the remaining people, weaving until you neared the table. You jumped and landed cleanly behind it, safely blocked from view by the tipped over appliance. You pressed yourself to the underside of the table and pulled out your phone, getting it ready to record what was transpiring. You turned and peered from your hiding place, seeing the last of the unlucky civilians being corralled together and thrust to the floor. The loud thumping of your silicone heart rushed in your ears as you fumbled with the phone. A small alert clouded your vision, telling you that your adrenaline was becoming rapidly high. You took a shaky breath and held the phone up. “Good, good!” Kraven roared as he sauntered across the dirty tile, brandishing a… hunting spear. You narrowed your eyes and zoomed in on the supervillain. His costume is what you were focusing on.

He wore a dark leather vest over a sleeves less orange v-neck shirt. Kraven was practically bulging from the shirt, dark hair and muscles looking like they were about to escape the orange madness. You wrinkled your nose and dismissed Kraven’s gaudy fashion sense, and focused on the accessories.

His necklace was adorned with shriveled heads, bones, teeth, bullets, and small pouches. Along numerous places in his dark tan skin, burns cropped up. The most prominent was on his right cheek bones, in the shape of an animal skull.

That had to mean something.

Either he was a masochist, or that burn had some kind of ties to other villains. 

The rest of his outfit was composed of weapons, slung across his back, across his chest, around his cargo pants, and around his waist. It was a miracle he hadn’t stabbed himself. You were so intent on drinking in and  analyzing Kraven’s appearance, that you didn’t see the broad chested man who was approaching your table with panther-like stealth.

Suddenly you were plucked from your hiding place, a calloused hand wrapping around your exposed neck. You spluttered as you were lifted into the air.

“Kraven, look at this.” The large man held you up, your struggling feet dangling in the air. Your vision was infiltrated with warnings, informing you of lack of oxygen. You gasped, eyes wide like a fish out of water.

“Hm. I thought we had caught all the animals left in this station. Looks like we passed over a delicate fawn.” Kraven brought a large, sausagey finger to your face and traced it down your cheek. You made a disgusted sound in your throat as Kraven inspected you.

“Drop her.” The large man who had caught you released his grip. You fell to the ground, clutching your throat. You winced-  your were definitely going to have bruises. You scowled at the dirty tile floor.

If only you could break cover- then this wouldn’t be a problem.

And you could shove one of those serrated spears right up Kraven’s-

You stop and looked forward to see Kraven’s large boot step dangerously close to your head. You froze, keeping yourself low to the ground.

“Actually, I think I recognize you, little deer. Quite a nosy thing aren’t you?” Kraven harsh voice sent shivers down your spine. You looked up, alarmed.

“I didn’t think your brain was big enough for you to remember things.” You snapped, speaking before you thought. You realized what you said and silently cursed.

You were really bad at this acting normal thing.

Kraven’s eyes widened.

“What did you say?” He hissed through his facial hair. You shrunk back, eyeing the knife his hand was hovering over. Kraven seemed more angered then glad at your silence. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, hefting your closer until you could smell his breath.

Jerky- gross.

“What possesses you to speak so disrespectfully to an ultimate predator?”

Ultimate predator?

You wrinkled your nose, forcing yourself to glare into Kraven’s beady eyes.

“Well not a ghost I can tell you that for sure. Though recently I have been feeling some indigestion-” you had already messed up- so why not keep making him mad? You were already in trouble anyways.

Kraven growled-like an animal growl- and pulled out a knife, holding it to your skin.

You stifled a flinch and chuckled awkwardly.

“Is that the knife you shave with? That would explain all the scars.” You prattled on, making him angrier. Maybe in his anger he would spill some useful information?

Yeah- that was your logic.

Kraven seemed to reach his limit with you. He pinned you to wall with one gigantic hand, tile shattering around you. You cried out, wondering if this kind of attack would let you blow cover.

Kraven came dangerously close, his knife centimeters away from poking out your eyes.

“You think you are funny? That you are protected, just because you know the Spider?” You grimaced, trying to ignore the knife. You kept your comments to a zero this time, not wanting to end up skewered. Kraven grunted, the knife moving from the bridge of your nose to your forehead.

“Well little fawn, I hate to break it to you- but the Spider-Man? He is no predator. He is prey. Just like the rest of you.” You gasped, the knife piercing your skin. Kraven drew across your face, coming down around your cheekbone. Blood began to seep, flooding your vision. You bit your bottom lip as Kraven kept talking, holding in a scream. If he kept this up…

“And soon, we will show New York what it truly is. A house of prey… But where to do this?” Kraven asked, flicking to knife. It curved across your neck, grazing the skin there but deeply cutting your collarbone. This time you screamed, kicking your legs. You caught Kraven in the gut and sent him skidding away from you. You gasped, knees shaky. Blood was streaming down your face, but head wounds always looked worse than usual. You were just worried you couldn’t see out of your left eye, and about the cut across your collar. You wiped your eye with the back of your hand, trying to get the blood out.

Kraven on the other hand?

He was laughing.

Kraven stood up, waving his men away when they tried to help him.

“It looks like you’re not as helpless as you look huh?” Kraven chuckled, picking up his knife.

“Nevertheless, you need to be made an example of.” Kraven stalked over to you, wiping the blood on his knife onto his bare arm. You pressed yourself to the wall, running over the options in your head.

He would kill you if you didn’t do anything. You crouched, preparing to run. It was better than dying or giving up your cover, but if still made you feel like a coward.

Kraven chuckled, knowing what you were attempting to do.

“Do you really think-” Kraven stopped, seeing something under his foot. The villain bent down slowly, snatching a piece of paper from under his foot.

“A high-school dance? On this date? How amusing. Is this yours?” Your eyes darted to the flyer in his hands- it was yours. You kept a straight face and glared.

“Oh… It is. How amusing. Actually- this is just what I required. You certainly are full of surprises little deer. But now, it’s time to say-”

Before Kraven could finish his monologue, he got completely blindsided. Kraven’s men yelled, pointing and brandishing spears. Spider-man.

You don’t think you could have been more happy to see him. You watched as he took out the goons, one by one. It was pretty impressive. Kraven was still passed out. You glared at his unmoving body, tempted to run over to him. Instead your eyes landed on the knife he had cut you with. You ran over, grabbing the bloodied knife from the floor. Now that you looked at it, it looked nothing like you’d have expected Kraven to be carrying. It was high tech- and green. You frowned and quickly shoved it in your backpack. You leaped up, seeing Kraven starting to shift.

“(F/n)! Get out of here! What are you doing?!” You looked up and saw Spider-Man gesturing towards the stream of hostages flooding the exit. You held back a retort and nodded, dashing up the steps.

You may have been bloody- but you had information. You ran, dodging your way through the crowd.

Now you had only one question- where was Peter?

You had waited for an hour, looking for him. Peter hadn’t been one of the hostages, so where was he? He hadn’t completely ditched you had he? You crossed the street, ignoring the loud honks directed at you. You winced, feeling the cut on your chest widening. If you could find Peter you needed to patch yourself up. You were strong, but you didn’t want to bleed out. You were just about to call off your search for Peter when your phone rang. Your phone. Of course- you had stuffed into it pocket when the big guy had grabbed you. All this time you could have just called Peter. You took a deep breath and slipped out your phone, seeing that it was indeed from Peter.

“Hello? Peter?”

(F/n)! I’m so glad you picked up. Where have you been?!” You smiled, hearing that Peter was definitely fine and was acting like himself.

“Actually, I got caught up.”

“Where?”

“Peter, I was one of the hostages.”

“Really? (F/n)- are you okay? Do you need me to come and get you?”  You stopped and sat against the sill of department store. You sighed and looked at yourself, knowing there was no way you could walk home like this.

“Yeah.. actually Peter, I do need some help.” You admitted. Peter seemed shocked.

“Oh. Okay- um where are you?” You looked behind you, seeing the name of the store.

“I’m at Katie’s kitties… Who names their store like this?” You muttered, taking in the bright store window. Inside you saw kitten products, and then cages with cats in them. You felt a pang of homesickness, the cats reminding of Wakanda.

“Wow. Okay you’re actually kinda close to my apartment. You hang tight, I’ll be right there.”

“Thanks Peter. Really.” You said as you hung up, looking back at the store. You stood up and walked inside, frowning as the doorbell was replaced with a cat’s meow. You looked up, seeing the bell was in the shape of a calico cat.

Weird.

The only one else in the store besides the cat’s was a old lady, red glasses balancing on her hawk nose. You waved, only to realize she was sleeping. You dropped your hand- at least you didn’t have to explain the blood.

You walked over to middle of the store, seeing a large glass display case holding around fifteen to twenty cats.

You couldn’t help it.

You scampered over and peered over the plexiglass wall, grimace dissipating into a content smile. The nearest kitten looked up at you and mewed. You sighed and dropped your arm inside the case, petting the tiny kitten with one finger. The kitten was light brown, with big blue eyes. It continued to talk to you, mewing as it curled around your finger.

It was so cute.

You smiled and past the time by playing with the kitten, forgetting your injuries. When Peter finally go there, you didn’t notice him at first.

“(F/n)? Oh- there you are…” You sat on a small stool, playing with the brown kitten. But Peter wasn’t looking at the cute little kitten- he was looking at you.

“(F/n) you’re hurt! Are you okay?” Peter asked, rushing towards you. You looked up at him and dropped the kitten on your lap, suddenly remembering what you were doing.

“I’ve been better.” You croaked, lips caked with dried blood.

“You said you needed help- not medical attention!” Peter exclaimed, looking you up at down.

You stood up looking Peter in the eyes as you shouldered your bag.

“And you can help me with that right? Besides- the cuts aren’t that deep.” Peter gave you a skeptical look.

“Come on, let’s go. We’ll determine how bad you are back at my place.”

“Ow!”

“Sorry (F/n), but this is necessary.”

“I know- it just stings.” You muttered as Peter applied more alcohol to your forehead. You sat against his bed, Peter crouching over you as you tipped your head back. Peter rubbed some of the excess blood from your closed eyelid, and then dabbed at your cut, removing whatever invisible germs had manifested there.

“How do you know how to do this?” You asked, looking up at Peter as he worked his way down your face.

“Uh- boy scouts.” Peter said absently. You nodded, which caused Peter to grab your head and move it back in place, much to your annoyance.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. It’s just your health- that’s all.” Peter said sharply, avoiding your eyes as he worked. You looked back up at him.

Was he… mad at you?

You frowned at him, taking in his attitude. Sure he was trying fixing your cut- but he wasn’t doing it gently.

“What?” Peter asked, noticing that you were glaring at him.

“What do you mean what?”

“You’re glaring a hole in my face (F/n).” You let out a long breath through your nose, not looking at Peter.

“You’re mad at me.” You snapped, arms folding. Peter stopped working on your face and looked down at you.

“Huh?”

“Peter you’re pissed at me! I can tell! Don’t deny it.” You said and glared at him head on. Peter made a frustrated noise in his throat and dropped to his knees.

“I’m not really mad at you- not intentionally,”

“Really? Seems kinda like you are.” You snapped. Peter made a face at you, throwing up his hands.

“Well how am I supposed to feel?! It’s like you’re asking to be in danger!” He exclaimed loudly. You looked at him, mouth wide open.

“And how am I doing that?” You asked angrily, wincing when you tried to move.

You hated being injured.

Peter made a frustrated face and ran his hand through his hair.

“You’re just- I don’t know- being yourself!”

“Oh so being myself puts me in danger?” You asked. Peter realized what he said and shook his head.

“No (F/n)- that’s not what I meant just- first you want to meet Spider-man, then you get attacked by Kraven-”

“The second one is not my fault Peter-”

“(F/n)! Just listen okay? I know it’s not your fault-”

“Then why are you mad at me?!”

“Because I care about you!” Peter shouted. You blinked, falling silent.

Peter realized what he said, eyes widening.

“I mean- like I care because you could get hurt or…” Peter trailed off, closing his eyes as he slumped forward, hanging his head. A warm feeling had crept into your chest.

You blinked, watching the fading light from the window fall across Peter’s brown hair.

“Peter…” You sat up and extended your arm, letting it fall on his shoulder. He flinched, jolting when you touched him. You stared, surprised at his sudden movement’s. Peter looked at you, and then down at the hand that laid on his shoulder.

“If it makes you feel better, I-”

“Peter, someone is here too- Oh! I didn’t know we had a visitor!” Peter shot up, looking at the brown-haired women in the doorway.

“Aunt May! What are you doing here?”

“Peter. I live here.” The women- Peter’s aunt said and then looked down at you.

You smiled awkwardly and waved. Aunt May saw you injuries, eyes widening.

Peter looked back at you, and then back to his aunt.

“(F/n) was in an attack by Kraven. One down in the subway. I’m helping her.” Peter explained, beating her to the question. Aunt May nodded, eyes still on you.

“Are you okay? Do you want any snacks? You can stay as long as you want.” You smiled, liking Peter’s aunt immediately.

“But I’m gonna have to steal Peter from you for a bit- he needs to talk to someone who came by to see him.”

“Came by to see me…”

Someone leaned into the room, peeking past Peter’s aunt.

“Yeah- and we need to make it quick. I have a meeting in an hour… (F/n)?”

You froze, terror and shock overriding anything else you had been feeling.

Tony Stark stood in the doorway.

Imagine: Having an intense argument with Steve, and in the heat of the moment blurting out that you are in love with him. [x]

Steve: Why do you insist on fighting me so much on this issue, Y/N?! I don’t understand why you care so much?! I’m a fighter- I’m going to get hurt! Y/N: Did you really just ask why I care so much?! Steve: Yes, I did! Y/N, you need to stop being so controlling! You’re not my family; you can’t tell me what to do! Y/N: No, I’m not your family, but I’m pretty damn close. I’ve been with you through everything- Steve: Everything? Everything? No, you haven’t! You don’t know the half of it so how can you say you care?! Y/N: I do more than care- I’m in love with you, Steve! Is that enough of an answer?! Huh?! Say something! *pauses* Steve… I didn’t… You know what, let’s leave this here. I’m just going to… *starts walking towards the door* Steve: *quietly* Did you mean it? Do you love me? Y/N: *pauses* *doesn’t face him* I love you… Have from the very moment I met you… I’m sorry, Steve- for ruining our friendship. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m going to go now. Steve: Don’t leave me. *grabs your arm* Please… Y/N, I love you too.

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Are You Still Awake? - Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: There’s a P!ATD song in here, it’s Crazy = Genius my actual anthem. So yeah, listen to that if you haven’t. It’s pretty bomb. That’s all, I think. oH WAIT IT’S NOT. I’M NINE FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM MY FIRST HUNDRED SO I WANT TO SAY THAT I LOVE YOU ALL.

Warnings: Mention of a drunken father, arguing parents, hint of abuse, other than that it’s a fluff ball.

Prompts ( 1 , 2 ): “It’s midnight, what do you want?” and “Are you still awake..?”

Words: 1226

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yin yang

So, @multifan-im-doomed asked for this, and I’m so glad you did because oh my god, this was so fun to write. I tagged it onto the end of a Bucky x Reader requested by @vastudent3 way back when, and it turned out pretty good. I hope you like it to. Enjoy, my darlings!

Can I request one in which the reader has some kind of spiritual abilities that enables her to communicate with spirits (or even go to the spirits world) and she helped Steve meet Peggy but she ended up meeting her dead ex boyfriend as well?

“Memory Lane” (Part 3)

Part 2

“What happened?”

Bucky was all of a dither. He didn’t know how to respond. He was in shock. “I- I- I don’t know. It was- Something happened. I- I- I-” “Mr Barnes,” Helen Cho commanded, “I’m going to need you to calm down. I cannot help your girlfriend unless you tell me what happened.”

The gurney sailed through the corridors with ease, Dr Cho and her medical staff either side. Bucky also accompanied them and Steve jogged just behind. Both men looked terrified.

Dr Cho had been informed that she would be dealing with Bucky’s girlfriend – but it looked nothing like you. Instead, the stretcher carried a grey statue. Yet somehow ‘statue’ seemed to be the wrong word. The structure looked fragile, twisted, and thin, like papier mâché mixed with gravel. On the bright side, at least it resembled a person. Your arm – presumably trapped within the stony cocoon – reached up into the sky, frozen where you had reached out for help.

“It… It was a bomb.” “A bomb?” Cho asked. She pulled the stretcher towards her as they turned a corner. “Yes. And no. It was a bomb, but not like a bomb I’ve ever seen.”

“Are you sure?” “It was…” Bucky strained himself remembering the detail, “blue, like a crystal. But it let off this… this stuff. This mist.”

Nobody saw Steve halting in his tracks.

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Careful - Tony Stark x (f)Reader

Words: 1241 Pairing: Tony Stark x (f)Reader Featuring: Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Natasha Romanoff Warnings: none? Requested by @floralpeaceofmind “Can you please write sad/fluffy imagine with Tony Stark where y/n is pregnant but didn’t tell Tony so she can fight with them and gets hurt? I’ll let the end to your imagination. Thank you:)” Author’s Note: flufffffff yay! Is it just me, or has Tumblr seemed really dead lately? The imagine tags and notes are really weird, people I usually see get a ton of notes only a few minutes after they post are barely getting any after an hour, it’s weird. Oh well! Here’s a Tony imagine!

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You scrolled through the photos on your phone, smiling at every one you came across, reminding you of the good times.

Wanda and you just liked to do this when you two hung out. This time it was your turn, and the topic was your boyfriend. It made you happy, yet sad. Afraid that after a few days, it could all potentially be ending.

“First date.” You told her as you came across one of the first photos you had of Tony.

“Romantic or not?” She asked.

“It was, really awkward.” You laughed, remembering the night. Tony had asked you out twice before. The first time, you turned him down because you knew how much of a playboy he was. Second time, you were afraid that the only reason he was talking to you was because he knew of what you could do and only wanted to recruit you. (Plot twist, he didn’t even know you had your power. He just really liked you.) Third time, you said yes, just to give him a shot. And after the awkwardness left, you two hit it off. And have been going strong for two years.

“What about this one?” Wanda picked another photo.

“It was my birthday.” You said. “He tried to embarrass me as much as he could, it was sweet, yet I was suffering.” You said.

“You guys have a good relationship. What is this?”

“This is when we worked on the renovated Stark Tower.” You explained. “We felt that we needed to capture the moment.” You said, talking about a photo a sneaky AI took of you guys kissing in front of fireworks. It’s one of your favorites.

“Give me a minute.” Wanda stood up and smiled, heading to the bathroom. Man, you had missed these days, especially now all that you do is worry.

“Um,” Wanda said as she walked out a minute later. “I know this is not not mine and Natasha cannot possibly have this happen…” Wanda held up a pregnancy test and you swore at yourself.

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“You’re dating Peter Parker? How long? Y/f/n we’ve talked about you dating and-” A loud sigh escaped from your lips as your father, Steve Rogers, was preparing for a mile long speech that you weren’t at all in the mood to hear.

Only minutes before your dad had sat you down at the kitchen table, you were wrapped up tightly in a blanket watching a movie with you boyfriend, Peter Parker. The two of you had been together for a short span of two months but you were both keen on keeping it quiet. It was no secret that your father didn’t like the idea of you dating, he even went to the extreme of having a member of the Avengers watch over you at almost all waking moment to make sure the unspoken rule was followed.

Natasha would ‘casually’ tag along on your trips to the mall when Steve suspected you were meeting with a boy. Sometimes Tony would offer to drive you and your friends around because your father was dead set on the idea that a boy would be involved. Bucky and Steve refused to let anyone besides the team train you thinking that one of the male agents would pull something on you. You were beyond thankful and appreciative of your father ( and the rest of the teams) over protectiveness but at times it was overbearing.

You hardly went out to movies with your friends anymore because Wanda’s suspicious eyes made them uncomfortable and Thor could quickly turn your hang outs into awkward learning sessions on Asgardian terms and ways of life. You felt suffocated and smothered twentyfour-seven, well that was you did until you met Peter Parker.

Despite your father having forced you to sit out of the fight between him and Tony a few months back, you still traveled along with him to Germany. Nobody dared involve you in the fight so you kept yourself roaming on the down low in the streets of Munich, Germany with a trusted S.H.I.E.L.D agents watching over you. When the fight was over, Natasha escorted you back to New York and on the plane ride home you were introduced to the one and only Spiderman himself.

It was an odd thing meeting Peter. You quickly found the two of you had a long list of traits in common. You both were total dorks, top of your class, had special abilities, and felt stuck on the outside. When your father and Tony worked everything out and the team became one again, Tony Stark offered Peter a spot on The Avengers, if he earned it.

Peter was ecstatic and trained nonstop with you, soaking all the information you could possible give him up like a sponge. But along the way through all your flirtatious comments and teasing acts, you began to develop feelings for Peter. He was the same age as you and you shared so much in common so how could you not fall for his adorable smile?

When Peter came to you early one Sunday morning with the news that Tony was letting him join in on the next upcoming mission, you couldn’t hold back. You leaped across the room closing the space between the two of you and pressed you lips against his chapped ones without warning. An eruption of butterflies and fireworks exploded inside of you at the embrace. Peter’s hands trailed up your side and stopped at the small of your back pulling you tight against his body. You kept your hands by your side feeling a bit awkward not knowing what to do with them, it was your first kiss after all. You pulled away moments later and grazed your numb lips with your fingertip.

“Wow…” Peter mumbled smiling widely.

‘Yeah…” You responded still glued to a state of shock.

From there on Peter Parker and yourself made a plan and vowed not to tell a single soul of your relationship until your dad eased up. The team never questioned either of you and Steve trusted you with Parker, thinking of him as only your friend. You had no idea how long it would take and for a while you pondered over the possibility of never being able to come public with your relationship. But now as you sat soundlessly in front of your dad the idea of never coming clean to Steve didn’t seem so bad.

“Dad I like him alot and I know you do too. He’s nice to me and he doesn’t make me feel so lonely in this place. I don’t have many friends, dad. Peter had always been there for me and he understands me.” You explained softly staring at the marble countertop. The mesh of greys and white were suddenly the most interesting thing you had seen as your the padding of your finger traced the designs.

“I did like him,Y/n. That was before I knew he was dating you.” He said sternly. After you dad caught you with snuggled up to Peter and demanded an explanation, he rushed you back home to your apartment in Brooklyn that your father shared with your Uncle Bucky.

Bucky was seated on the couch flipping through channels and trying to remain out of the argument. He had had his fair share of wars within the last year and the last thing he wanted was to get between Steve and you.

“We’re still dating, dad.” Your voice was shallow and low. You could feel your throat clenching up and tears building up in your eyes. Peter was your best friend and were quickly developing deeper feelings than you could handle, the last thing you needed was your dad against you.

From the corner of your eye you could see your Uncle Bucky shifting from his seat on the couch to turn and subtly glance at your father and you.

“That’s not the point- Y/n I’m just… I’m just upset you didn’t tell me, alright? I thought you knew you could tell me anything.” He admitted defeatedly. His eyebrows were scrunched together in deep thought as he stared at you from across the table. A bit of guilt washed over you as you took in his words knowing exactly what he was touching on. Your mother, whom was long gone and had no intention of returning, was a very distrustful person after your birth. She betrayed your family and left in the middle of the night without warning leaving your dad in ruins.

The last thing you wanted was to turn into your wariness mom.

Reaching across the tabletop you laid your hand on top of your dad’s giving it a light squeeze. “Dad I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hide anything from you. The only reason I kept it from you was because I knew you would react like this. I really like him, Peter that is, but I was scared you wouldn’t let me be with him and be mad at me.”

Glancing up at you with watery eyes Steve shook his head,

“No sweetheart, I could never be mad at you. You’re my little girl and I love you more than anything. I’m sorry I’ve been so protective of you I just don’t want to lose you like I did your mom. Parker’s a good kid, he’ll take care of you and I’m sorry I embarrassed you, Y/n. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did.” A small visible trail of salt tears were skimming down Steve’s cheek making you feel even worse for not telling him in the first place. “You didn’t embarrass me, dad. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Peter and I, I should’ve never tried to hide it from you at all.” Maneuvering around the long island you managed to throw your arms around your father’s broad shoulder hugging him tightly. He returned the gestured immediately and rubbed your back soothingly.

“It’s okay, sweetie. I can understand why you didn’t tell me, but from now on I want you to know you can be honest with me, okay?” He explained. You smiled happily and nodded your head in agreement.

A new presence filled the room as Bucky stood awkwardly by you two. Pulling apart Steve wiped his eyes and turned to your Uncle with curious eyes. Bucky threw his arm around your shoulder and chuckled loudly.

“You know Steve, I’m surprise it took you so long to figure out those two are dating. Natasha and I have caught them millions of time sneaking around the tower together.” Your eyes grew wide at his words. “Wait you knew?” You gaped up at him. James smirked down at you and ruffled your hair. “Of course I did. You guys aren’t exactly the best at keeping secrets.” Bucky teased reaching across the table to grab a purple plum from the bowl. Steve turned in his chair and stared at him in confusion. “Buck, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He questioned. Chewing on the plump fruit Bucky shrugged. “Because I knew you’d freak out, besides they’re cute together and it was pretty amusing watching them think they were slik.” A faint blush painted your pale cheeks red. How had you not known Bucky had caught on to you and Peter? You thought you two were as careful as could be, what sort of slip up had you caused? Before you could push the matter anymore a loud knock on the front door cut you off. You dad excused himself and walked over to the door as you continued your discussion with Bucky who gave you a play by play on the exact moments he caught you and Parker together in the couple form.

A voice from the apartment door drew you away from Bucky and caused you to gaze over in realization. When Steve opened the door he was face to face with the one and only Spiderman who stood with his chest puffed out and a look of determination tracing his perfect features. You tried to signal to him from behind your father that you had worked everything out but he simply ignored you and started his mini rant.

“Hi Mr. Rogers, I’m sorry for dropping by unannounced but I needed to talk to you about Y/n and I. I’m sorry for disrespecting you and not telling you about how I feel for your daughter but I care about her a lot and you sort of intimidate me. Actually you really intimidate me and scare me a bit.  Anyways, I like Y/n a lot. She’s my closest friend and basically the only person I can relate to around here. I promise I have never nor do I plan on ever treating her wrongly, she means alot to me and she is beautiful and smart-” Stepping aside your dad motioned his arm towards the inside of you home and smiled warmly at the young teen.

“Peter would you like to come in for dinner? I was just about to put a pizza in the oven or maybe make some pasta. If it’s alright with your Aunt we would love to have you over.” Buck and you shared a look and snickered quietly watching the sudden mixture of dementedness and revelation. His hands were shoved in his pocket and he once again stumbled along with his words. “I- uh…um… you- well… yeah sure I g-guess. That uh- that sounds really nice.” Peter’s hand worked its way to the back of his neck scratching it uncomfortably. Steve shook his head and pointed his finger towards the kitchen. Peter’s big brown eyes landed on you the second he entered the room and his lips stretched.

“Y/n…” You gave him a small wave slowly making your way to him. Bucky sipped on his water trying to mask his laughter and avoid staring at you and Peter shifting awkwardly in front of each other. Steve bit his lips as he turned on the oven and strained his hearing hoping to catch in on your conversation.

“Hey Peter, what are you doing here?” You whispered grabbing ahold of his upper arm. Peter shrugged his shoulder and looked past you watching your dad pull a pizza out from a brown box.

“Well, uh it’s sort of lame but I came to talk your dad into letting us be together. I thought it would be all dramatic and he’d hate me but I think he took it pretty well.” Peter admitted. You could hear a muffled chuckle from your Uncle Bucky but he managed to replace it with a cough before Peter noticed.

Nodding you wrapped your arms around Peter’s waist and hugged him close. He reacted quickly, his hand reaching up to comb through your hair. With your head resting on his chest you gazed up at your boyfriend with a sweet smile,

“That’s so kind of you, my hero.”

Steve’s heart practically melted at the sound of your loving voice. As much as it hurt to see you growing up, Steve knew it was bound to happen eventually. Besides, he thought, things could’ve turned out much at worse, at least you weren’t seeing Deadpool.

-Daizy x

Do Me a Favor (Part 13)

Summary:  AU! Bucky Barnes and you are neighbors and close friends. As a huge favor, Bucky asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a relative’s wedding and you agree.

Word Count: 1,863

Warnings: None.

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A/N: Ahh this part is short! But it’s not the end! Part 14 is still in the works :) Hope you all like it!

Bucky couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that Dot was standing in front of him, asking him to come back to her. Of course, he felt for her. After all, Dot had left her seemingly-happy relationship with Loki for a second chance with Bucky. He understood that, and if he could take back every single day since the wedding day, he would. He gladly would.

But he had explained everything to her. He had told her that they were both stuck in the past. He had not let himself immediately run to you, instead taking the time to go back to Dot’s house and cordially break things off.

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Healing Wounds

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 3661

Warning: Strong cliches (miscommunication, bed sharing, etc.)

Summary: You and Mr. Metal Arm are ex-friends, but a mission leaves you stranded and you’re forced to stay in a motel room together. The catch? There’s only one bed.

Notes: why are my stories so long compared to everyone else’s?

if you have a request, my requests are open! also, if you want a part two to this (for some odd reason??? it’s a standalone, but if you like the personality of the reader, i guess) let me know!

Exhaustion plagued your body, but you kept a stern expression and marched on, despite being fairly slow. Bucky trudged along next to you, but you could tell he was slowing his pace down to match yours. The both of you were in the middle of nowhere, having gone on a mission with no extraction team. You were somewhere in America, at least you knew that, and the both of you were walking through a forest. It could be worse as you could have ended up in Arizona or somewhere ridiculously hot. The temperature in the forest was slightly warm for your tastes, especially due to all the gear you were wearing.

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You’re Distracting Me

Request: “We’re in the middle of a battle, what do you think you’re doing? What are you- HOE DON’T DO IT!” *Takes hit meant for other person*” “Oh my god.” With Bucky please”

Warning(s): Swearing, fighting, mentions of injury

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long. I haven’t gotten around to writing. Anyway, I hope you like this and enjoy!

You could hear gunshots as you fought hand to hand with the man in front of you. You were on a mission and had been compromised. You got in a good blow to the man’s head and he fell to the ground unconscious.

“Y/N, are you alright?” You hear Steve question through the com in your ear.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You say, quickly giving your surroundings a once over before you spot a sniper on top of the building aiming for Bucky. “But he’s not!” You say, beginning to sprint towards the sniper, but then you realized you wouldn’t make it in time.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Steve asks frantically. You can hear more fighting through your com. You don’t answer and turn and sprint towards Bucky instead of the sniper.

Bucky catches sight of you as the guy he had just knocked unconscious fell to the ground. Not sensing any immediate danger and realizing you’re running towards him, he yells to you, “Y/N, we’re in the middle of a battle, what do you think you’re doing?” That’s when he finally seems to notice the sniper that is not very well hidden on top of the building aiming the gun. “DON’T DO IT!” He screams at you.

“I’m saving your life, Asshole. Shut up.” You murmur as you finally make it to Bucky just in time for the bullet meant for him enters your flesh.

“Oh, my God!” Bucky exclaims after he has returned fire to the sniper, hitting him in the head and killing him. He kneels down, pulling you into his arms.

“Steve, I hope you got what we need because we need to get Y/N out of here.” He looks down at you in his arms and at the area on your torso that you’re holding tightly to slow the bleeding.

“Get her to the quinjet. We’ll catch up.” Steve says, and that’s all Bucky needs to get going.

Running as fast as he can, he makes it to the quinjet in record time. He frantically looks around for anything to help slow the bleeding, or to possibly patch you up in some way.

“Y/N, why do you have to be heroic all the time?” He asks, sounding frustrated. He takes some fabric he found and presses it against your wound.

“Why do you need saving all the time, Princess?” You ask sarcastically.

“Why do you have to be sarcastic all the time? I’m trying to save your life!”

“That’s all I was doing for you, Asshole.”

“But why did you have to do that? I could’ve handled it and then we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“Because I love you, Dumbass!”

Bucky’s movements stop. “What?”

“I’m not saying it again, old man. Get your ears checked.”

“You can finish proclaiming your love for one another later. We have to get Y/N back to base.” Steve says, quickly rushing into the pilot’s seat to get you guys in the air and on your way.

Bucky looks down at you with a small smile, “Don’t die on me now, Doll. I love you, too, and since this is a mutual feeling, I’d like to take you out to dinner.”

“I might say yes if you’d shut up. My bullet wound hurts like hell right now and you’re distracting me and it’s annoying.”

“You’re always such the lady.”

“Again, shut up.”

“As you wish, Doll.”

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You could hear his crying as you passed his room. Another nightmare. Both Steve and Tony had told you to keep your distance, that it was best to leave him whenever he had his nightmares.

You hated it.

Bucky raised his voice again, causing you to tense and almost tremble. Inside you were having a constant battle, deciding whether to ignore your friends and disregard your safety or to ignore the screams of pain, yet again.

“…No! Stop… Please…” You closed your eyes briefly, ignoring the warnings that had been sent your way so many times. Using your pyrokinesis, you quickly melted the lock, opening the door a crack. Bucky was huddled on the bed, as he shook back and forth. He was audibly crying out, still locked in the dream. His shirtless body was covered in sweat and his breathing was heavy and ragged.

A few seconds passed as you stood frozen in the doorway, undecided about whether to enter the room or not. Slowly you approached him, halting a few feet from his bed. “…Bucky?”

His eyes shot open, the tortured cries lapsing into an unverving silence. The man didn’t move as you sat beside him, trying not to look too sympathetic. “Another one?”

Bucky lifted his head and looked over to you, the answer residing in his eyes. Yes. He leant into you suddenly, shuddering brokenly which was something that made your heart stop. Murmuring assurances, you combed your fingers through his hair pulling him against you.

His arms snaked round your waist as he buried his face in your shirt, trying to hide himself from whatever terrors haunted him. You wondered what dream he had this time, and as you went to examine him you saw him looking back at you. Seeming more broken that ever.

“Why are you here?” His voice hoarse as he broke the silence that had fallen around the room.

“Because you need someone,” You shrugged, leaning back so you could see him better in the dark room. His metal arm was reflecting in the light, and reminded you all too much of the first meeting you had with the Winter Soldier.

He looked away from you. “…You’re not scared of me?”

“Why would I be scared of you?” You glanced linking your fingers with his in a gentle grip.

“Everyone else is,”

“Well everyone else are idiots,” You commented, “You’re not someone to be scared of. I trust you,” He stared, with wide eyes, at you as if he never expected those words to be aimed at him after all that he’d done.

Bucky stared at your interlocked hands, refusing to meet your eyes, “Why do you trust me, of all people?”

“I know the real you,” You smiled gently.

After a few moments you shifted your body, resting your head on his chest, the beat of his heart echoing in the silence. At first you felt him tense, but slowly he unclenched, resting his head back on the bed.

Relaxing into his body, you glanced up at his now peaceful features. His eyes fluttered closed, a hand falling onto your waist and tugging you into him.

The two of you fell asleep quickly, the only noise being your gentle breathing. You wished you could say that the morning was as peaceful, but you were awoken to Tony shouting about how you had melted yet another door in Stark Tower.

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hi love!! can you do a peter parker (civil war) imagine with the prompt "he carries you to bed" ik it's not from any list or anything but

Peter balances the notebook on the arm of the couch, scribbling down notes for his history class. 

“What’s next?” he asks.

There’s no answer, so he looks down at his lap where your head is resting only to find your eyes shut. You’re asleep with your mouth slightly open, and the history book rising and falling slowly on your chest.

“Oh,” he mumbles, smiling down at you fondly.

He shifts, carefully moving you off of his lap to stand. You only begin to stir when he takes the book from your hands and places it on the coffee table. He hushes you, lifting you into his arms gently.

“Go back to sleep,” he says, quietly. “I’m just taking you to the bed.”

You hum, only half listening to what Peter is saying, and lean into his chest, allowing him to carry you into his bedroom. He pulls the blanket back with quite a bit of difficulty, placing you gently on the bed and sliding in beside you.

“Night, baby,” he whispers, kissing your forehead.

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Anon request:  Hey love, if your taking requests could you do a Bucky x reader where they are at a pool party with the other avengers and its just pure fluff and cuteness. Thanks 💖

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You’d first met Bucky at one of Tony’s elaborate parties. Completely by accident, while trying to avoid the crowded social event, you’d stumbled out onto an empty balcony and right into Bucky. He too disliked large crowds, they made him anxious. From that moment, the two of you were inseparable. He would help you with your research in the lab and you would calm him in the middle of the night after a particularly frightening nightmare. Tony would often find the two of you at the kitchen table in the early hours of the morning, just sitting together in comfortable silence while sipping on coffee. The two of you never put any kind of label on your relationship, but if you had, Bucky wouldn’t hesitate to call you his.

This weekend you were faced with another of Tony’s social get-togethers. He was hosting a pool party for everyone on the team in celebration of the success of their last mission. You’d planned on skipping it, opting instead to catch up on your favorite TV shows with a warm blanket and your favorite snacks. Wanda and Natasha had other plans. The two of them waltzed into your room, tossing you a towel and a new bathing suit. “Put that on. You’re coming out with us.” Wanda used her power to levitate your laptop away from you. You loved the two women like sisters, but they didn’t understand your lack of social skills. Realizing that they wouldn’t leave you be until you complied, you reluctantly changed, draping the towel around your shoulders. Natasha and Wanda  excitedly made their way to the pool, leaving you to wander the hallways on your own. As you neared the door to the pool deck, Steve stopped you. “Hi, Y/N! It’s good to see you out and about! Tony told me about the new project you’re working on and, I have to say, I think it’s brilliant.” He gave you a radiant smile and you shyly thanked him before finding the chair farthest from the pool and settling down with your book.

After about twenty minutes, your body temperature was too high to allow you to sit comfortably. You contemplated going back inside to the air conditioned living room but remembered something Wanda had told you during one of your late-night talks. “You need to take risks, Y/N. I know it might seem scary at first, but you might discover something new about yourself.” Mustering up all the confidence you could manage, you dropped your towel and stepped into the pool. The cool water rippled around you and you decided you were quite pleased with this decision. You kept to the far end of the pool, avoiding the splashing and rough housing from the rest of the team. You jumped slightly when you felt a presence behind you. 

“So they made you come out too?” The ends of Bucky’s long hair were dripping as he rested his arms on the ledge of the pool. “Steve and Natasha came in this morning and practically threatened me.” he added with a light laugh. You returned his smile and the two of you talked for the next few minutes, occasionally splashing each other playfully if a sarcastic comment was made. Suddenly, Thor announced that he would like to attempt the human custom known as ‘the cannonball’ and proceeded to take a running leap toward the pool. Bucky pulled you toward his chest, attempting to use his body to shield you from the giant wave Thor’s jump had produced. Unfortunately, the two of you were hit with an enormous wall of water. 

When you opened your eyes, wiping the droplets from your face, you had to stifle a laugh. Bucky’s hair was completely plastered to his face. You couldn’t see his eyes or his cheeks and his lips were parted in shock. You couldn’t help but giggle as you reached to push his hair back, smiling as he stood before you muttering about something about how someone always ruins his moment. The rest of the team was completely oblivious to your interaction and none took any notice when you took Bucky’s hand and pulled him out of the pool. You tossed his towel over his head, ruffling it gently to dry his hair. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Natasha nudging Steve and whispering something in his ear. 

Bucky peeked out from under the towel, a huge smile on his face. “My mother used to do that when I was little” he said. He picked up your towel and draped it around your shoulders, taking a corner of the cloth and using it to gently dry the stray droplets on your cheek. “Y/N? Open your eyes.” You were so caught up in the feeling of Bucky’s touch that you hadn’t even realized that you’d closed your eyes and leaned into his hand. Bucky’s light eyes were just inches from yours and their corners crinkled slightly from the force of his smile. The team had become suspiciously quiet, and you peeked around Bucky’s large frame to see them all staring at you, open-mouthed and clearly in shock. 

“They’re staring aren’t they” Bucky chuckled quietly. You nodded. “I’ve got a plan. Take a step toward me and pretend to slip. I’ll pick you up and run us back into the tower.” You stared at him, wide-eyed.

“Bucky I don’t know if that’s such a goo-” You immediately slipped on the wet ground and Bucky took this as a sign that you were going along with his plan. He lifted you up and started toward the door only to trip over a pool float that Tony had left out. This sent you both toppling back into the water. 

When you surfaced, Bucky was immediately by your side, mumbling apologies and checking to see if you were injured. 

“Well that was painfully awkward and yet frighteningly adorable, don’t you agree?” Tony stated, using his champagne glass to gesture to the team. 

I’m Sorry I Destroyed You - Bucky x Reader

Requested by anonymous

Prompt: “I was trying to help you but I kinda destroyed you.”

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one aww. I was smiling the whole time because  I love Bucky so much. I hope you all enjoy it!

You sat back in the chair, looking at the man lying in the hospital bed. He slept peacefully and you were happy he wasn’t in pain right now. You buried your face into the side of the bed, your hair falling down around your shoulders as you started to cry. Bucky and you had been sent on a mission that went so very wrong. As the two of you were trying to escape, your powers got out of hand and you had accidentally hurt him while fighting off the enemy. And you hated yourself for it.

A hand started to stroke your hair and you lifted your head to meet the eyes of the Winter Soldier. 

He had a look of concern on his face. “Why are you crying, (Y/N)?”

“Because I hurt you, James. I was just trying to help and now look at you…I’ve destroyed you.” His metal arm was mostly missing and he had multiple burns down his flesh arm.

He grinned at you and chuckled, wincing in pain at the wound that extended all the way across his cheek. “It’ll take more than that to destroy me, darling.”

You sadly smiled at his attempt to make you feel better.

“Say, I know how you can make it up to me.” He slyly smiled.

“How?”

“When I get out of here, let me take you dancing.”

You giggled. “No one dances like that anymore, old man. It’s all about nightclubs now.”

He laughed along with you. “Well then we can do whatever you want.”

“I’d love to really dance with you though. Just the two of us.” You blushed as he laced his fingers with yours. You looked back over at him and his beautiful blue eyes seemed to be twinkling.

“Then it’s a date, doll.”

Lucky - Bucky Barnes

Title: Lucky Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: The reader puts her life in danger on a mission with the rest of the Avengers and Bucky gets worried. Words: 1,016 Warnings: Mentions of taking a character hostage, injured character, mentions of death Requested by: Anonymous

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