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bucky who can’t quite seem to get over the fact he can pick up mjolnir even though it’s been a good three months since the first time he accidentally plucked it from the ground in avenger’s tower. the hammer itself always seems to be in the most random of places and bucky will walk over to it whenever the opportunity comes along and look around to make sure no one is watching before picking it up again as it expecting one day that he won’t be able to lift it again. except every time it comes off the ground without hesitation and he grins like an absolute idiot because it means more to him than it probably should just that mjolnir deems him worthy at all so that must mean there’s something good about him, right?

and of course tony eventually asks why thor leaves his hammer just sitting around the place and thor simply smiles and says, “because it helps where i cannot.”

and nobody knows exactly what he means by that

Hello and goodbye. I am Bucky Barnes, and this is my letter to you.  I don’t have much time. If I could, I would write pages upon pages, line upon line Stroke upon stroke. But I can’t. They’re listening; they’re everywhere. They stain the walls with dried blood and grime And plague the inner workings of my mind I cannot escape them. This place is filthy; horrors echo through the iron cell, reminding me that I am not a person. Only an asset. The red star is a symbol of my death And each time I see its evil glint on my left arm, I hold my breath. I have one memory of my mother. She told me when I’m afraid, I need to close my eyes and be strong. I did that while I was strapped to a chair made of lightning. And when I woke up, I forgot who I was. She said the bad thoughts go away, but they don’t. The entities manifest in 10 words, buzzing in my head like a plague of moths. My mind is a corpse of what it used to be. There are some things I adore One being a distant memory of a blonde haired man, And the other a red-headed girl I see in the outer circles of this hell. I don’t know her name; and I don’t know the man’s name. But they help me deal with this nightmare. The girl reminds me of a blood red sunset and the man reminds me of a life I never got to live. The distant memory of my mom helps too. I can feel her warm smile when I’m locked inside the cage of forgetfulness. I didn’t want this. I never asked for this. I joined the fight for peace, But now I’m fighting for what’s left of my sanity.  I was unaware of the darkness lurking beneath the layers of false hope And now I’m a deer caught in headlights, falling quickly into oblivion. I’m sorry for all I’ve done. I pray next to the metal bars that drip with the memories I can no longer recall. I pray for a god to deliver me into exaltation- I hear the demons coming. Their laughter is bouncing off the brick barriers. It’s a haunting sound. I have to go. But before I do, I’ll tell you this. They will break me, torment me, hurt me. When I’m strapped to the chair of lightning, or when I’m bleeding on the floor in the name of supposed restoration, I will get back up and write to you again, because that is how I will be strong. I will be strong.  I promise.

Bucky’s letters from behind the iron walls of HYDRA. (Part 1) Jasmine Walter (Part 2 found here)

Every Word - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 890 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Featuring: a lot of people Warnings: swearing, sick Requested by @lclb12 “You’re sick with the flu and no one wants to come near you except for Bucky. Bucky gets you everything you need, but the only thing you ever wanted was his love. One night you were half asleep when he tells you he’s in love with you. You had heard every word he said and you tell him you love him unconditionally.” Authors Note: sorry it’s a bit shorter i didn’t have much time to write this one.

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You had been in your bed for two days now. You only got out of bed when food was placed outside of your room, and when you had to use the bathroom. Which, the bathroom had been a “(Y/N) ONLY ZONE” until you got better.

You didn’t really know how you got the flu, but you did know that it sucked. No one wanted to even go near you in fear that they would catch it, and you could barely leave your bed.

Everyone just seemed to assume that it came from all the missions you’ve been taking on recently. You were pissed, nonetheless, you really just wanted to help the team out and take down the bad guys.

You also had a problem of zoning out and having major daydreams or flashbacks while being sick. You were only brought back to reality by your phone buzzing with texts.

From: “Man made of Iron” How are ya doing?

From: bird suit are you done being sick yet

From: Wanda: the awesome telekinetic Do you need anything? I can send it to your room.

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What We Missed (End)

Summary: It finally happens. 

Word Count: 564

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

It was out of your control, your hand had a mind of its own. It slammed the door right in the man’s face. The man you had spend that night with almost two weeks ago. The man in the pictures that you had in your phone. That man.

He was now standing just outside of your apartment and if you guessed correctly, looked just as surprised as you were.

Wincing once you realized that you had closed the door without a word, you open it and can’t help but to feel relieved when you see that he is still there, hands in his pockets, looking like he’s seen a ghost. But you are probably a reflection of him as well.

“H-How did you find me?” you ask.

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You stop when you reach the edge of the roof, cocking your head to the side. A familiar presence stands behind you, and your lips twitch up briefly in a smile. “Hello, Daredevil.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

Matt smiles. The two of you have fought together a couple times before, and every time the two of you meet, he enjoys your company even more. Your wit and excelled fighting skills never cease to amaze him. “I have a proposal for you,” Matt starts.

You turn around to face him, blue eyes sizing him up behind your white mask. “Oh?”

“We fight better and have a better chance of winning when we’re together. I’m asking you to be my partner in crime.”

You consider it for a few silent moments. “Two is better than one.”

Matt nods, smiling. “So, is that a yes, Angel?”

You scoff. “It’s bad enough the media named me after you, no need to rub it in.” He chuckles, and you smile. “Yes.”

“Alright. Meet me here tomorrow night, and we’ll get started.”

He jumps over onto the next rooftop, and you teleport away, leaving only the sound of beating wings behind you. 

Silver & Gold

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: This was basically inspired by the lovely works of Robert Frost and J.R.R. Tolkien :)  shoutout to my lovie @danny-escobar for editing♡

Word Count: 1891

Warnings: none I guess

The view from Stark Tower was truly amazing, especially at night. The stars surrounded the moon, kissing the black velvet backdrop of the night sky. The view had come with your recruitment as an Avenger. You had been with the team for a few months now, but the view never got old.

“Can’t sleep?” You turned around, startled. Bucky stood against the door-frame, wearing a thin t-shirt that outlined his muscles. You blushed, but thankfully in the dark you couldn’t tell.

“I was just enjoying the view,” you said, turning back around. “It’s amazing up here.” Bucky chuckled and came to stand by you.

“It’s kind of dark out for a little ray of sunshine like you.”

Ever since you got recruited, the team had called you sunshine or a ray of sunshine because you refused to let other people bring you down. It was now a running joke, and it was Bucky’s favorite. You were somewhat close with Bucky. You often stayed up late together, and you even talked with him after one of his recurring nightmares. Every time you were around him, your heart would beat a little faster, which was seriously annoying.

“Maybe the dark needs a little light to balance it out.” You didn’t take your eyes off the sky, constellations glittering and winking at you. You could tell Bucky was looking at you, but you pretended not to notice.

“So if you’re the sun, what does that make me?” He leaned on the railing next to you, following your gaze up. You turn to look at him, and study his side profile. His jawline had more structure than your life, carved by the hands of Michelangelo himself. The gentle slope of his nose, the way his cheekbone smoothed into the curve of his mouth, the sharp edge of his jaw giving way to a small dimple in his chin; it was all so beautiful. Bucky turned to look at you, and you became very aware that you were only a foot apart.

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Cold Feet (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

fluff. fluff. fluff

loosely based off an episode of how i met your mother bc i’ve binge watched it and its aMAZING 

this has female pronouns bc that’s how it worked out but pls bear in mind that most my work is gender neutral  

-Jazz

Prompt /song; none

Request; my own idea for once lol

Other characters featured; none 

KEY

Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; language 

Word count; 847

felix is also a totally fictional guy that I just came up with 

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(this gif actually kills me.)

You stood in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. Your white dress seemed to be the most eye catching thing on you right now. Your hair was done beautifully, your eye makeup made you feel like a model and the huge diamond on your ring finger was almost show stopping.

You wanted to get married. You wanted to find someone to spend your life with and have that special connection that seems almost extinct. 

But like all weddings, there was one minor detail the bride didn’t like. Usually it was the colour of the details on the cake, or the font of the name cards on the tables. 

It was only the groom that you didn’t like. Nothing horribly major, right? 

‘Shit.’ You murmured. ‘Shitty, shittity shit!’

‘Y/N?’ Your best friend called from outside the bathroom. ‘Are you getting cold feet?’ 

‘Nope! I’m good. It’s perfect!’ You over-enthusiastically replied.

You would have been over the moon to have a wedding like this.

If you were marrying Bucky..

You’d broken up with him nine months previous. But, due to your work and who you hung out with, you saw him most days and had become really good friends, despite the fact you’d dated for a year and a half.

You’d still been crazily in love with him when Felix asked you out. And when he asked you to be his girlfriend. And finally, when he proposed. And when he asked you to move to London with him. But you were as stubborn as they came, and didn’t think of leaving London and leaving Felix for Bucky until - Well, until he’d confessed his love for you.

At six this morning, after he’d flown from Brooklyn, may I add.

Let’s rewind.

You’d gone for a walk to clear your head - You knew wedding jitters were normal, but these weren’t jitters. These were urges to pack your bags and fly the fuck back to New York. Back home, to where your best friends were.

Instead, you were in Chelsea, London. A place where the subway was called the ‘tubes’, a place where it rained far too much and a place where Bucky wasn’t. 

You clenched your fists and marched down the street, under the dim brightness of the fading out street lights, as the rain slashed again your hair, sending chills down your shaking body.

‘Y/N!’ A familiar voice yelled.

You were imagining it. It wasn’t him.

‘Y/N!’ 

You hadn’t slept very well. It was your imagination, you told yourself.

However, when a cold, metal hand grabbed yours and pulled you back, you gasped.

‘Bucky?’ You spluttered, staring at the guy in front of you. His brown hair was disheveled from running, he looked exhausted. He’d come all the way from Brooklyn. ‘What are you doing-’

‘I love you, Y/N. I can’t let you marry him. You just have to come home-’

You stared at him in disbelief. He’d got on a plane, at 1am in New York time, to fly to London, and tell you he loved you. But the wedding was planned, Felix would be waiting and everyone was expecting you to be at the aisle in three hours.

‘Buck.’ You murmured. ‘I can’t. This has been planned. I can’t leave. I’m sorry. I love Felix.’

You didn’t want him to look so heart broken. You had to resist the urge to kiss him, and tell him you would get on the next flight home. To arrive in Brooklyn and hug your friends, and to just spend time with Bucky. Because you loved him. So why didn’t you say so?

‘I get it.’ Bucky murmured. ‘It was a long shot. But, at least I have an answer, right? It’s better than not coming and living the rest of my life not knowing what you would have said-’

‘Please don’t speak like that.’ You muttered, your voice breaking. ‘I have to get back to get my hair done. The wedding is at nine am, and I’m kind of shitting myself.’ You tried to laugh.

‘Good luck, Y/N. Felix is a lucky guy.’

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As it turns out, you will get some strange looks whilst walking through London Gatwick Airport in a huge wedding dress. And by some, I mean literally every person.

You didn’t remember much from the past hour. You had a brief memory of running, getting in a cab. The cab driver gave you a strange look, but you got to the airport with Felix’s stolen credit card. But you clearly remembered leaving your ring and a note behind.

‘Felix,

I can’t marry you. It wouldn’t be fair on you, or me. I can’t apologize, because I can’t be sorry for falling in love with someone  else when it’s not within my control. 

Good luck, 

Y/N.’

And now, you were dragging yourself through the airport, towards the flight desk. The the elderly hostess gave you an odd look, but then a sympathetic smile. ‘Can I help you, dear?’

‘Hi, yes. I’d like a standard ticket for the next flight that leaves for Brooklyn, please.’

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part two?

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Anon: id lowkey love a ca:cw peter parker fic where the reader is friends with peter and they’re not really good at math/science and feels dumb because of it and idk he’s really sweet about it

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You tugged on your hair in frustration. You were currently in the library, trying to study since you were on the brink of failing. Oh, how you absolutely hated math. You constantly found yourself struggling, and you knew that there was no way out of it. You let out a groan of frustration.

“Hey, dork.” You heard a familiar voice call out to you.

Well, there goes your chance of studying in peace.

“Shut up, Peter.”

“Nice to see you too, Y/N.” He chuckled, ruffling your hair and taking a seat next to you. “I can see you’re having a little trouble there.”

“Really? What gave it away?” You asked sarcastically.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” Peter laughed.

“This sucks.” You pouted, lazily leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Hey,” Peter said, pinching your cheeks. “If there’s anyone who can do this, it’s you.”

“You think so?”

“You’re the most stubborn person I know. You don’t give up so easily.”  

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I don’t.”

“You know if I were you,” Peter said, plopping in a piece of gum into his mouth. “I’d ask me for help.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Because I am the ultimate math genius.” He smirked rather proudly. “And I’m gonna help you pass that class.”

“Alright.” You laughed at his comment. “Go for it, spider boy.”

“Okay.” He said, grabbing a piece of paper and jotting down a problem. “Let’s start with something simple. Simplify 2i<6u.”

“Easy.” You grabbed the pen and began to write “i<3u.”

But by time you realized just what you had written down, it was already too late.

“Peter, did you just..”

“Did I mention I was also a pick-up line genius?”

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You didn’t expect it, it just sort of happened. Your period was late for a whole month before you knew. Two pregnancy tests just confirmed it. You weren’t ready and you weren’t experienced but you sure were excited. A whole new world just opened up in front of you. You just needed to tell Bucky about it. You sat there in your room, alone…how were you going to tell him? You suddenly felt morning sickness kicked in and you felt like you will vomit. You took a deep breath trying to control yourself but it wasn’t working. You went to the bathroom trying to calm yourself down and luckily you didn’t vomit all over your clothes. You washed your face and looked at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t believe it this was happening. It’s too early. The tears were now rolling down your cheeks. You haven’t realized Bucky had already come to the room.

“Hey (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“You okay there doll?”

“Not really.”

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

He opened the door and found you crying on the bathroom floor, head down between your knees, in your pajamas.

“What’s wrong?” He sat next to you.

“If I tell you will you stay?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because it’s too early.”

“Too early for what, doll?”

“For a kid.” You said. Bucky’s jaw dropped. “I’m pregnant James.”

“Wha-wha….what?”

“Yeah I know.” He immediately wrapped his hands around your small frame pulling you closer to him. You were a little shocked by his reaction.

“I will stay.” He whispered into your ear.

“What?”

“I will stay no matter what happens, okay? It’s early for us and it will be stressful but we can do it.”

“You really think so? I thought you will freak out and leave me.”

“I love you way too much to leave you (Y/N). Even if I wanted to everyone in the team would probably kick my ass for being a coward. Plus I have always wanted to be a dad.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. After Hydra I thought it was over for me…”

“Never say never…clearly.” You smiled.

“I love you doll.”

“I love you too.”

“Does anyone else know?” He asked.

“Just you.”

“Do you want to tell everyone at dinner?”

“Sure. I think only Wanda knows though.”

“How so?”

“She tends to sense when something is off.”You said resting your head on his metal arm. It was surprisingly comfortable and you were happy.

peter parker + “stay there. i’m coming to get you.”

words: 222

warnings: mentions an argument with the reader’s father and language

note: okay, so i imagined peter being older than he is in civil war

You hate doing this to him, calling him so late at night while you’re so upset, but you don’t know who else you’re supposed to call. The ringing stops after a few moments, but the only sound on the other side of the line is shuffling and a low grunt.

“P - Pete?” you ask uncertainly.

“Y/N?” he asks slowly. You can tell that you’ve woken him up. “What’s wrong?”

You wipe the stray tears from your cheeks, trying to gather yourself a little so you can explain why the hell you’ve called Peter at some god awful hour of the night.

“I um, I got in another fight with my dad… I’m sorry, I just didn’t know who else to call,” you say, voice wavering with each word.

“Where are you?” Peter asks, ignoring your apology - he doesn’t need it.

“Just around the corner from my house,” you tell him, glancing at the nearby street signs.

“Stay there,” he states. “I’m coming to get you.”

You sigh, beginning to argue, “Peter, you don’t have to -”

“I’m coming to get you,” he repeats, cutting you off. “Just stay safe until I’m there, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, knowing there’s no use in arguing with him.

He’d do anything for you, even when you call him in the middle of the night crying, especially then.

Steve Rogers x Pregnant Reader Pt. 2

Part One   Part Two   

Seeing as part two was a huge success here is part two.

*** Story-line: Steve has gone off on what was supposed to be a two week mission and the next day he would come back to visit his wife. The mission goes south and takes three months. Meanwhile, (Y/N), has become panicked especially since Steve has been unable to contact her. In fear for her husband’s life (Y/N) has taken their ATV and decided to drive as far as she can until she reaches someone who can tell her what has happened.

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When I see Steve, you think as you trek across the highway, the ATV having died long ago and too far away from a gas station, your thumb hitched out. I am going to hit him so hard he goes back to the forties. America’s Idol my ass, making his pregnant wife hitch hike cause the dumbass can’t even pick up a phone, or send a letter. A car pulls up alongside you and you grin at the dark skinned man and his passenger with that had long black hair and pale skin. 

“Would you like a ride ma’am?” The darker skinned man asks. Your knees nearly buckle under the instant relief. You’ve been walking for twelve hours. 

“Yes please!” You say graciously as you open the door and take a seat behind the driver. Your tired legs are cramped from the lack of space. “Terribly sorry to ask this of you,” you say a few moments later as the car zooms down the highway. “Can you move your seat up?” 

“Of course,” the dark skinned man says and the seat moves up making you nearly moan from happiness. 

The other man gasps angrily. “So you can move your seat up for her, but not me? That’s cold Wilson.” 

“Well, one she’s pregnant. Two, she didn’t try to kill me or my car.” The man, Wilson (?) replies with a smirk before turning behind to you. “So where to ma’am?” He asks with a smile and the other man turns on some of yours and Steve’s favorite music. “Dude, really? You and the other fossil I am going to throw myself onto the highway someday if I always have to listen to this music.” 

You laugh at Wilson and the other man catches your grin, from both the music and his friend, and sends you a wink. “Stark Tower, or as far to there as your going, and my name is (Y/N) not ma’am.” You pause for a minute before saying, “I like his music.” 

“Well Miss. (Y/N) you’re in luck cause I happen to be Stark’s friend and I have to say your music taste is not that good. I have waters, other drinks, and some snacks in the backseat. My name is Sam Wilson, and that’s James.” He motions to his friend. “So, why is a very pregnant woman going to Stark Tower?” 

“Is it Tony’s baby?” James asks and you begin to laugh harder than you had in a long time. James looks at you slightly frightened and Sam is smirking. 

“Dear God no. I just need to speak with someone there. A distant cousin.” You tell them before, whilst feeling incredibly rude but too hungry to care, reaching behind you and grabbing an Arnold Palmer, Nutella, Ritz, and pickles. You can barley help yourself as you begin to devour the food. The music plays softly in the background. When you finish the food you lay your head against the window whilst the vibration of the car and the music lull you to sleep. 

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Steve’s POV

Sam, Bucky, and I got back today and I instantly went home to (Y/N) to explain we got sold out and were stuck in Romania till twelve hours ago. I gave Sam and Bucky the car from the hanger with a promise of explaining this place later. I run as fast as I can once they leave inside and see a layer of dust on everything, including the letter on the dinning room table.

Steve, If your reading this and I’m not beside you be prepared for a whole load of ass whopping that’s coming your way. It’s been three and a half weeks without a peep and I have raging hormones. I have decided to take the ATV and go to Stark Tower and demand answers. I know this will reveal our secret but with the worst is true no one could be after me…. I refuse to think that. –(Y/N)

My stomach drops as I imagine what she must have gone through making me feel like a total dick. I run back to the hanger of the jet, speed dial Tony, and take my motorcycle before speeding off to see if I could find (Y/N) on her way there. 

*** Your POV

A hand shakes you out of the best sleep you’ve had in ten weeks. You groggily lift your head up as you take in your surroundings a fog of sleep still around you. “What?” You ask your voice cracking a little and your body screaming and demanding more sleep. 

“Hey Sleeping Beauty,” James says softly as Sam types in a code. “We’re here.” You lift your head up from your arm resting on the window and look outside in time to see Sam pulling into a parking structure underneath Stark Tower. 

Sam pulls into a spot that says ‘BIRD MAN NO.1 NO.2′ in spray paint underneath was a chibi of The Falcon making you gasp. You think back to conversations with Steve about Sam and Bucky before your mind puts the puzzle together. Your anger hormones that you’ve been saving for Steve leaks out at the two superheroes. “SAM WILSON AND JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES “I AM GOING TO MURDER YOUR ASSES!” Sam and Bucky whip around in fear at your sudden out burst, and your overwhelming knowledge of their names. “You, have been able to contact my husband this entire time and never told me? Give me your god damn phones right now or I will strangle both of you.” You hold your hand out and give them a piercing glare. 

They both scramble to hand you their phones, Bucky wins and you instantly hit the Steve contact. The phone dials once and he instantly picks up.

“Buck, hey, listen.” Steve starts before you cut him off. 

“You listen here Steven.” Bucky gasps as he realizes who you meant by husband. “You said two weeks and I am pretty damn sure two and thirteen is pretty damn far from three asshole. If you are not on your way to Stark Tower I swear to God I am going to divorce you.” Without waiting for the apologies you knew were about to flood from his lips you hang up and then hand the phone back to Bucky. Both males mouths are wide open. “Well, either of you going to take me to my husband’s room?”

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The Biggest Fanboy (Pietro Maximoff Award)

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 Pairing:
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 @hair-dye-or-nawh Warnings: None Notes: Here is the fourth award request (almost halfway through, yay!) After this one I think I might try and write another part to We Start Over and maybe some of my old requests. I just wanted to take this opportunity to say thank you for 3k followers and once again apologise for how little I’ve been posting. I have alot of stuff going on in my life (more mental than anything) and it’s just so mentally exhausting that I don’t have alot left to put into my writing. Anyway thankyou to everyone that has stuck by me and always enjoy! —————————————————————————————

Being the youngest Avenger definitely had its perks. Such as Tony making you all the tech you could possibly want just to make sure you were safe, and basically having a super soldier bodyguard. However, there was thing that sucked about being the only young member of team. It was incredibly lonely. Sure the rest of the team tried to include you whenever they could, but you were so much younger than them that you didn’t really have all that much in common. That was why when you heard of the spiderboy, you were intent on making him your friend. It would be great to have someone your own age that understood the whole superhero lifestyle, so you’d pretty much begged Tony for his address and decided to drop in on him the first chance you got.

Knocking on the apartment door, you were greeted with a face of a kind looking woman that you assumed to be his aunt. “Hello, Ms Parker. I’m Y/N, a friend of Peter’s.” You smiled innocently at the brunette woman, hoping she believed you. “Oh of course, can’t say Peter’s ever spoken about you before but come on in.” She smiled, opening the door for you to enter. Nodding, you stepped in to the small apartment. “Peter’s room is just upstairs and to the left.” She gestured with a smile. “Thankyou Ms Parker.” You smiled, heading up the small staircase and towards the newest Avenger’s room. Knocking twice you waited for a shout of confirmation that you could enter before pushing open the door.

What was inside was definitely not what you expected. Flickering your eyes over the walls you could see multiple pictures of the team, but the face that seemed to be covering most of the pale blue walls, was yours. “Sorry Aunt May, I’ll come and fix the washing machine in just a…” Peter trailed off eyes latching on to your awed expression. “Wait… you’re not Aunt May…” Peter stuttered. “You’re… you’re…” He gulped, watching as you stepped towards one of his posters, running your fingertips over the image of you in your mission outfit. “I’d introduce myself, but it seems that’s not needed.” You smiled, turning on the nervous looking boy sat at the desk. “Uh… no… I uh…” He stuttered, cheeks flaming red. “Well, for the sake of moving this conversation along…” You grinned, perching on the edge of his bed, “I’m Y/N, one of your new teammates, I just thought that since, y’know we’re the ‘babies’ of the team, that we should get to know each other.” You babbled, eyes still darting around the room. “Uh yeah… hi… I’m Peter.” He replied, standing up and shuffling around slightly before crossing his arms. “I know.” You grinned, patting the space next to you as you pulled your legs up and sat cross legged. “So Peter, when did you become my biggest fanboy?” You chuckled, jabbing him in the side slightly as he sat down. “I wouldn’t say that I was… I’m not…” He babbled, looking adorably flustered. “You know you’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” You smirked, enjoying the pink colouring that came to his cheeks, yeah you two were gonna get on just fine.

Prank Him (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Request: Can you do an imagine where reader is Loki’s daughter and in love with Steve? When Loki finds out him and Thor reunite to bring Steve in the most ridiculous situations.

A/N: This day I’m super productive and ready to finish all my requests😉 I hope you enjoy and feedback is appreciated ❤

You were madly in love with Steve Rogers. That was supposed to be a good and heart warming feeling for most people. Well, you couldn’t say that it wasn’t for you, it really was. But your father was Loki Laufeyson.

Steve and you had to be really, really careful. Your dad was the god of mischief, he sure did something to trick you and learn if he did something to hurt you or the couple of you did something he didn’t like. But you were always there to tell him for once again with Steve that he’ll never hurt you.

Actually he didn’t know that you were dating. He was really suspicious of the Captain. At first he thought that you both were best friends. Anyway friends, partners or anything if anyone hurt Loki’s daughter, then disaster is going to happen.

Until one day.

The Avengers Tower was full of life that night. That’s because of Tony’s new party. Tony one of your best friends used to plan parties after each victory of the Avengers’ missions.

You took off your suit and let it fall off your shoulders slowluly as you did your makeup at the same time. This took you approximately ten minutes. Lets add five more minutes for finding a dress for the occasion. You were really tired from your mission but you had to go to the party.

You opened the door only to reveal a really good looking Steve. You grinned and his hands wrapped around your waist.

“You look beautiful baby girl.” He cooed against your ear, breath tickling your skin.

“You don’t look that bad yourself, Captain. You are handsome.” He snorted and kissed your nose. “You are such a dork.”

“Mm only for you" You stuck out your tongue at him and interwined your fingers with his. “Your dad is here too. When are we going to tell him?”

“I don’t know, Stevie.. I know we have to any time soon, but not now. We can try another time. He nodded and you opened the doors for the party. You walked in and nodded over your dad.

“You look gorgeous, daughter.” He said and spun you around. You laughed and sat next to him. “So what are your plans for tonight?” You pouted your lips and looked around. You lied your eyes on Steve for a second or more but then met your dad’s gaze again.

“I don’t know..Maybe meet a guy, dance.. Drink.. You know, usual stuff.“ He quirked an eyebrow. “Just kidding! I’m just gonna drink. Maybe…” You mumbled and winked at Steve. Oh how much you loved messing with the guy..

“Uh okay. I’m going to join Thor. Have fun sweetheart” You smiled and when Steve realized Loki was far enough, he moved closer to you and grabbed your hands.

“So you like it don’t you?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Like what?”

“The image of Loki cutting me into a million pieces.” You laughed.

“We are dating for five months. You should know by now that I am a trickster. I got it from dad.” He chuckled and rolled his eyes. A slow song started playing but neither of you wanted to dance. But Steve leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. It was so good that nobody realized the angry figure of your dad turning around and heading towards Thor.

“Brother, I might need your help.” Loki never called Thor brother. He knew something was happening. “Did you know Steve and my beloved daughter were dating?” Thor, who had a mouthful of fries shrugged his shoulders. “I have a great idea and you are helping me.”

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“Captain of America good to see you here.” Thor said at his friend. Loki was right behind Steve and you were somewhere in the crowd chatting with Natasha, Wanda and Peter.

“Good to see you too.Enjoying the party Thor?” Steve asked while taking a sip from his beer. Little did he know that a magic spell was casted into the drink.

“Yeah, it’s pretty good but unfortunately, I forgot to bring a good amount of Asgardian Liquor..” Steve formed an oh. He soon started feeling weird.

You walked towards the two men. “Are you having fun uncle Thor?” Thor nodded at you and messed with your hair, a habit he had since you were little. You immideately fixed them and waited for his response.

“Sure I am.” Steve was getting, smaller?

“Steve are you good?” Your eyes widened when he was becoming skinnier. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” Obviously noone could hear you with the extra loud music on. Your boyfriend was just turning into his preserum self.

“What?” Steve asked as he drunk more of his beer. He was getting even smaller. He would soon turn into a little kid.

“STEVE YOU ARE TURNING INTO A KID!” You noticed that Thor was trying his best not to burst out in laughter. Steve was panicking. “Thor what did you do?” You questioned calmly. You knew he wouldnt tell you. You just grinned and moved your fingers creating your blue magic. “Do you know anything about what happened to Steve?”

“Your father found out that you are dating and he know wants to prank.” You groaned and grabbed Steve’s little hand.

“Dad can you fix my boyfriend?!” You shouted angrily at him.

“Woah Steve what happened to you?! What boyfriend?” He tried to play dumb but you weren’t in the mood for that.

“Dad, I know what you did, now fix him.” Loki looked down at the floor and shook his head.

“Fine, but as I do, will you please explain your father why you didn’t tell him about your lover?” Your lips formed in a thin line. You closed your eyes as you tried to find the words.

“I..uh.. I guess I was scared to tell you..” He stopped casting his magic for a second.

“What?”

“I was scared that maybe you would try to make me or Steve break up with each other. I love Steve and I don’t want to lose him.” Steve was now his adult self. He gazed around and pushed his hair away from his face.

“I understand. I loved too but I lost. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you too. Steve here is a good guy. You have my wish.” Your eyes widened and you chuckled hugging your dad. “Easy princess” He laughed and motioned Steve to come to the hug too. Steve hesitated at first but then felt comfortable enough to join. “Oh and something else”

“Don’t do the ‘if you hurt her im gonna kill you’… It’s classic.”

“I was just going to say that if you need to prank him, take a video so I can feel even more proud of you.” You laughed and ordered drinks with the two most important people in your life.

Bug Boy

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2217 (i wrote this in about like two hours so it’s a little rushed but it was v impromptu)

A/N: i want to make out with Peter Parker

also this is a slight au/ pre civil war?

i didn’t plan on writing this or anything ive just been in a really intense peter mood so this came out. i also listened to Girls Talk Boys while writing this so yea

Warnings: ummm theres a little part that sounds like its gonna lead to smut but its not soo yeah,, makeout sesh and just disgusting Peter fluff

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“So, (Y/N), where are you going?” Natasha smirked once you stepped out of your room.

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Real

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky writes a list on how not to lose you and you find it in the back pocket of his jeans. Requested by anonymous, a fic based on the song Tell Her You Love Her by Echosmith.

Words: 1.6k+

Warnings: Nightmare (just one, brief). It’s all fluff here, folks!

A/N: I wrote this on my iPad on iNotes lololol. Thank you thank you thank you to my bae @buckyywiththegoodhair for helping me out when I was stuck. Without you, this fic wouldn’t have happened. Hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think :):):)

Bucky had a hard time readjusting when Steve brought him to the tower merely 2 years after he had chosen to go back under, despite being constantly reassured that the only reason Steve had brought him back was because he was confident in new technology that could help reset Bucky’s mind. And it had done the job well. Simple words could no longer trigger the super soldier. But there was nothing they could do for his memories. Those would stay for as long as they wanted. He was plagued by nightmares, but he eventually found solace. In you.

It was an accident, really, how it all started. You were just heading down to the gym on a restless night when you heard grunts and pleas coming from behind his door. At the time, he was still adjusting to being around so many new people. He would mostly hang out with Steve, but when Steve wasn’t around he kept to himself. Never being outright rude or impolite, just quiet. So when you heard him struggling on your way to the gym, you made a split second decision to open the door, the urgency of his pleas leaving no time for you to second guess what you were about to do. When you got to his bedroom, you didn’t even bother knocking, you just opened the door and ran to him. His eyes were shut tight, sweat beading on his forehead, his arms gripping the sheets as his whole body thrashed against the mattress. You were careful but urgent in your attempts to wake him up, his screams of pain growing too much for you to bear. So you slowly placed a hand on his forehead and whispered his name. His face scrunched up in confusion, little lines forming between his eyebrows, but his eyes stayed shut and his breathing was still erratic. So you repeated his name over and over again, gradually raising your voice, until his body relaxed and his eyes finally fluttered open. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion before a flicker of recognition flitted across his eyes and he finally registered who was sitting on the bed next to him. You slowly lifted your palm from his forehead and started running your fingers through his damp hair. You stayed like that, gazes never breaking, until his breathing completely calmed. “You okay?” You kept your voice low so as not to frighten him. He nodded slowly and your lips lifted into a gentle smile before you got up from where you were perched on the bed and started making your way to his bedroom door. Before you could leave his room though, he called out your name. Turning around, your eyes met his once more, “Yeah?” A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. A real smile though, not the forced polite ones he’d given everyone on the team when he first arrived. “Thank you, [Y/N]”

After that night you two slowly grew more comfortable around each other until eventually he started confiding in you. About the things he’d done, the nightmares that plagued him, his fears. And when he finally did get more comfortable with your presence, a side of him came out that you could only assume was akin to what he was like in the 40’s. Playful, funny and charming. Somewhere along the line, you had completely fallen. He had been through so much and yet he had come out of it the kindest, most considerate man you’d ever known. In a new world, where the people were different and the customs had changed drastically, he had adjusted so well. His presence became a constant in your life and besides Nat, he was your best friend. So you tried your best to tamp it down, hoping it was just a passing thing. It made sense you would develop a little crush right? He was built like an Adonis after all, you weren’t immune to that. It didn’t help your case that you would sometimes catch him looking at you with longing in his eyes. He never made a move though. You suspected he was afraid of losing your friendship in the case you didn’t want him like he wanted you. So one day, when you two were watching a movie in his room, his arm draped across your shoulders, you decided to throw caution to the wind and finally take what you had wanted for so long. So you grabbed the remote and pressed pause. He looked at you with a playful smile and lifted an eyebrow, “Bathroom again?” He was poking fun at your ridiculously tiny bladder. You shook your head at him, a smirk on your lips. “Nope. Just tired of waiting.” His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Waiting for what?” “For you to make a move.” And then you were crashing your lips onto his. He reacted almost instantly despite his initial shock. And when he really registered what was happening, his hands came up to cup your face, tilting your head and taking control of the kiss. His lips were firm and soft against yours and it was everything you had wanted for so long and so much more. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, asking for permission that you quickly granted him. He explored your mouth fervently and you sighed at the feel of him, your hands flying to the front of his shirt. When the burning in your lungs got too uncomfortable, you parted for air, your eyes fluttering open and meeting his slightly darkened ones. He grinned. “I’m really glad you did that.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him. “Well someone has to have balls in this relationship.” He threw his head back laughing wholeheartedly and your heart danced at the sound. You joined him, overcome with joy.

7 months later, you were doing his laundry when you found a crumpled up note in the back pocket of his pants. Bucky had recently moved into the same living quarters as you. It wasn’t something you guys had talked about, it just happened. He was finding it harder and harder to sleep alone in his room when he knew what it felt like to fall asleep holding onto you. Besides, he was your boyfriend and you guys weren’t trying to hide it from the team any longer. You were never good at that anyway, anyone with eyes could tell. Unfolding the note, you found it was a list. Scrawled in his messy handwriting, it read:

1. Treat her better, make sure to see it through 2 Don’t be just everything she wants, be everything she needs 3. Don’t run away when you get tired 4. When she says she needs you, tell her you need her too 5. Tell her she’s lovely 6. Always tell her the truth 7. When she says she loves you, tell her you love her too

You scrunched up your nose at the cheesiness, but found yourself smiling anyway. The words sounded familiar to you, you were pretty sure they were lyrics to a popular song right now, you just didn’t know which one. “Buck!” You yelled over the sound of the tv program he was watching in the living room. He came strolling in, “Need some he-” his words cut off when he saw what you were holding in your hands. You smiled. “I’m just curious”, you assured him. He shuffled on his feet and put his hands in his pockets, something you only every saw him do when he was nervous or uncomfortable. “I-I was just getting groceries last week when I heard this song. Sam gave me a notepad with his grocery list on it, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to write them down, seemed like good advice.” You slowly approached him. “What for?”, you asked quietly, even though you already had an idea. He sighed. “I’ve never been a serious relationship person, not even back then. And now dating’s even more crazy. Tinder? How is that a thing?” You chuckled. Trying to find your significant other purely by looks and a short bio did seem a little unconventional, even to you, a millennial. “And I don’t want to mess this up, [Y/N]. It’s too good, you’re too good”, he continued, his gaze dropping to his feet. You cupped his face and forced him to look back at you. You smiled before speaking. “You’re not going to mess this up. You’re the best man I know, don’t underestimate yourself. We’ve been doing fine so far, don’t you think? Actually, in my most humble opinion, we’ve been doing amazing. I love you so much. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, and if you’ll have me, I’ll spend the rest of my days proving it to you until you believe it.” His face split into the biggest grin you’d ever seen and he let out a breathless chuckle. “I love you, I love you so much. I’m not sure you’re even real sometimes.” You beamed at him and pressed your lips against his, capturing them in a toe curling kiss. When you pulled back, you smiled at him. “Does that feel real to you?” He nodded vigorously. “It’s the realest thing I’ve ever felt,” he whispered, a smile blooming on his beautiful face. You ran your thumb over his cheek and grinned. “Good.”

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Happiness it hurt Pt 6 (BABY LOVE)

bucky x reader

Hope you enjoy. Sorry not sorry. Super Short chapter but get ready for the final one.

NOT MY GIF

It had been about 5 hours since you woke up. The first few hours everyone came by. There was lots of hugs and happy tears from the team. You hadn’t realized how much of an impact you had on them. Nat was the first to come by. She basically gave you a lecture on what you did to her and that you need to not do that again. 

“Listen okay. You scared the shit out of me. I thought i lost my best friend. I was so sad. I thought that you would never get to see your daughter grow up and that we would never get to fight again together. I couldn’t even remember the last conversation we had and that killed me. Most importantly, I didn’t even get to tell you how much cared and loved you.” she said trying to hide her tears.

“if i didn’t know any better. It would seem like you are confessing your love to my wife.” Bucky coughed out jokingly. He just got a death stare from Nat. You and her were like sisters. It may have seemed like she had a girl crush but she didn’t she just cared for you like family.  

“So still no name?” you heard a voice from the door way. 

“Well I was thinking Rebecca Elizabeth Barnes.” you said looking over to your husband who had a huge grin on his face. 

“I love it.” he said leaning in and kissing you passionately. You were happy the happiest you have been in months. You were released two days after you woke up. When you got home everyone was there and there was a banner that read ‘Welcome home baby Barnes.’

You walked up to everyone thanking them. You all sat around the living room reminiscing and everyone taking turns holding Becca. You and Bucky had both decided that you needed a break from the action. You could live without going out on missions every week. You both agreed that if need you both would come back. Only if it was an emergency. Tony bought you guys an apartment near the tower so you were never too far away and you and Bucky bought a cottage near Clint’s farm house to be close to Laura.  It had been almost  4 years since Becca was born and you were pregnant again. This time you promised it would be different. 

You and Nat had planned a party for your announcement. You were excited. You couldn’t wait to tell your husband the news. It was finally time and everyone who you cared for showed up. You were pulled away to the side by Bucky.

“ I have something I need to tell you.” You were nervous. You thought what could be so serious to need to be pulled away. Becca walking into the kitchen. She watched as you fell to the floor sobbing. She walked over to you and tugged on your shirt. 

“Mommy mommy why you cwying. pwease don’t cwy mommy.” she said hugging you. She turned to Bucky and yelled. “What did you do to mommy.” He said nothing and walked away out of the kitchen. She followed and ran to Steve and Nat who were in a discussion. 

“Auntie Nat , Mommy is crying and i don’t know why. pwease help her auntie, pweease.” That was all that need to be said for Steve and Nat to run into the kitchen and see you laying on the floor. 

“hey what is wrong?” Nat said as her and Steve helped you up.

“Where the hell is Bucky.” The sound of his name only made you cry harder. They sat you at the table and giving you some water to calm down. 

“He is gone.” you whispered. they couldn’t hear you. 

‘what happened.” Nat said confused.

“HE IS GONE.” You shouted. You couldn’t believe him. 

“What the fuck do you mean he is gone.” Steve said standing up and reaching for his phone.

“He said Fury had a mission for him. He couldn’t say what it was or where he was going he just said it would be from 5-7 months. He knew for a week and held it from me. He never held secrets from me. He said that he had to for this and that it was an emergency. No one but fury and hill will be able to contact him. I just can’t believe he is going to miss it again.” your eyes red and puff from all of the tears. 

“Daddy. Why mommy crying.” Becca said from inside your bedroom as Bucky packed.

“I have to go away for a little while my love. I won’t be here and mommy is sad because she is going to miss me.”

“You’re leaving me daddy. Your leaving me and mommy and the baby.” she said as she sat on the floor crying.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY BECCA.” He said rushing to her side. holding her in his arms.

“Mommy said that this pawty was to tell you that mom has a baby coming. She wanted too suwpwise you. She said Daddy is going to be so excited. But you aren’t daddy you awe leaving us.” she said as she ran out of the room and back into the kitchen. He stood there he couldn’t believe it. She was pregnant again and he was going to miss it. How could he miss this. How could he do this to you. He missed the field but was this more important than your family? He sat on the bed and thought he thought long an hard until he walked out the door.

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The Waiting Game

I’m currently sitting in the hospital waiting room (we’ve been here a couple hours) with my best friend waiting for her to be seen. I was wondering if you could do a Bucky X Reader one shot where him and her are in the hospital waiting room for a long time because reader has a tooth ache or something and Bucky is being cute and helping pass the time. Thanks dear :)

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“James Buchanan Barnes if you don’t stop tapping your foot I’m going to shove your shoe up your ass,” were the first words to come out of (Y/N)’s mouth upon arriving to the hospital waiting room.

She knew Bucky was just nervous. The stainless steel and sterile instruments reminded him to much of a lab, but he was here for her anyways. She wouldn’t have snapped at him on a regular day but her aching head from a terrible migraine was causing her to be very grouchy.

The only reason she even came to a hospital was because Bruce was overseas and the team thought she had a concussion. The concussion wasn’t even from doing something badass; it was because they were playing hide and seek and Clint popped up behind her. Which caused her to fall from the vents and hit her head.

Bucky was willing to come with (Y/N) anyways though. When it came to (Y/N) Bucky was pretty much willing to do anything. He just smiled at her before setting his foot on top of the other.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, a nurse swung the door open and called out (L/N), waiting for the name holder to follow.

The nurse was very polite and told (Y/N) everything she was doing as she went along. She finished up and told them a doctor would be in soon to which (Y/N) tried to hide her annoyance. She knew how this went; she remembered the trips from when she was a child, waiting hours for the doctor to show.

Bucky began to laugh as soon as the RN left the light green room. “C'mon Doll, relax. When we get back to the tower I’ll cuddle with you and we can just sleep for a whole day,” he promised.

“I thought concussion patients couldn’t sleep?” She asked him. He brushed back the flyaway hair in her face.

“No Doll, as long as you can hold a conversation before you sleep,” he told her. She nodded her head before lying against the wall.

Bucky suddenly stood up with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. That was never a good thing. He stepped towards the box of medical gloves and pulled one out, before making his way back to the paper lined bed. He cupped the whole of the glove before blowing air into it and inflating it.

“The doctor is going to walk in on you doing this Buck,” she laughed, “And she’s gonna tell the whole world that the infamous Winter Soldier blows up gloves at the doctor’s office.”

Bucky looked towards her with a smirk. “Please (Y/N), it takes like two hours for the doctor to show,” he argued against her. He was only doing this to lift her spirits and was really hoping no one would walk in on him like this.

(Y/N) just sighed and rolled her eyes. Bucky turned back to the cabinet display and reached for the silver lined jars holding wood compressors. He took two out of the jar and pressed each stick against his canines. “Hey (Y/N),” he said with a slight lisp, “What happens if I don’t oil my arm?” He waited for her to ask, and then said, “It walrust!”

(Y/N) snorted and shook her head at him when they both heard the door swing open. Bucky, wooden tusks and all, faced the doctor, gave a “Hello,” speech impediment included, before taking the tongue compressors out and sitting in the second chair. Needless to say it was an awkward visit.

Exactly an hour and thirty-two minutes later Bucky and (Y/N) were laying on the couch together, watching some random movie. “But did you see her face?” (Y/N) asked.

“She looked scarred. I scarred that poor woman for life. We should probably send an edible arrangement,” he suggested.

This only caused (Y/N) to laugh harder and Bucky was proud of himself. “I’m sure, being a doctor, she’s seen far worse things than an ex-assassin make him self a walrus,” she assured him.

“Well I only did it for you, Babygirl,” he nuzzled against her ear. He pushed his flesh hand through her (h/c) hair, (Y/N) humming in appreciation. As her breathing evened out, Bucky felt only happiness, something very rare for him. He took advantage of this and let himself drift alongside her.

‘Maybe he could have another shot of happiness,’ he thought as her lips brushed against his cheek.

Tati//P.M

//Tati= Daddy//

//Dragostea Mea= My Love\

//printesa= Princess\

//Voi sparge-o= I’ll break it down\

//Sunt însărcinată= I’m pregnant\

~The reader finds out she’s pregnant with Pietro’s baby before the fight with Ultron~

(A/N: Let’s all imagine Pietro and Wanda both lived in the tower long before the battle to keep this imagine some what realistic)

(Disclaimer: In this Pietro and The reader are speaking Romanian because i took inspiration from some other Pietro imagines and a lot of them were using Romanian, i also think the language is beautiful. I don’t speak Romanian so for the sake of this imagine i used google translate so if some of the words don’t actually translate well, i apologize) 

Warnings: light swearing, vomit, sadness

word count: 1, 676

4 weeks. 4 weeks since the day mother nature should have given you her monthly gift, usually you would brush it off as stress or just the fact that your period was naturally irregular but with the agonizing back ache and headaches you were becoming slightly suspicious. Your mind slowly drifted to Pietro and how your relationship still hadn’t been clarified or shared to the group, were you even in a relationship or just friends with benefits..amazing benefits. You slowly shuffled out of bed, quickly swallowing an aspirin from your night stand that had become your best friend over the past week. Just as the pill slipped down your throat a violent urge to vomit ripped through you as you bolted to the en suit lurching over the toilet as you emptied the contents of your stomach. Groans left your lips as the vile taste settled in your mouth, this is all you needed to confirm your suspicions..well this and a pregnancy test.

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Sad Love Story

Reader is in love with Bucky but is too afraid to tell him until it’s too late.

Word Count: 3081 (dang)

A/N: I thought this was pretty crappy but oh well, hopefully you enjoy! (There are a few curse words in there but that’s about it.)

“Hey let’s do something today,” Bucky said, closing his laptop. 

“I thought we agreed that we can’t do anything fun today because I have an essay to write and you have to complete your mission report,” you replied. 

“Yeah well, I’m kind of over it, and I’m not really in the mood to finish this anyways. Plus I really want to spend time with my best friend. Let’s go get some ice cream and watch a movie!” he exclaimed. 

You smiled at his childness before closing your laptop.  “Sounds like a great idea.” 

“Yes!” he said with excitement while closing his laptop.  

You always admired his personality and how he could be so joyful after everything that had happened to him.  You remembered the first day you met Bucky, he was so nervous to even touch you, afraid that he would hurt you like he hurt all those people before.  You remembered the first time you heard Bucky laugh genuinely causing you to laugh along with him.  You remembered the first night Bucky woke up screaming from a nightmare, sweat dripping down his face, his breaths uneven, and his hands clutching onto the bed sheets causing his knuckles to become white.  You remembered hearing his cry causing you to jolt out of bed and rush to his side immediately, comforting him until his breathing went back to normal, until he was no longer shaking.  You remembered those times where he couldn’t sleep and insisted that you stay with him resulting in you playing with his hair and sharing about your day at University.  

You remembered every single moment with him causing you to fall in love with him a little bit more each time.  You knew you should tell him your true feelings, but you knew he didn’t like you the same way.  Your friendship was more important than your true feelings.  

“See you in five,” Bucky said as he walked out of your room with a huge smile on his face.  

You laughed silently to yourself as you prepared yourself for an awesome day with your best friend.

A couple of days later, you and the rest of the team were invited to yet another party hosted by Stark, the only difference was, Bucky was escorting a girl.  She was tall and thin with long brown hair and brown eyes.  She smiled at everyone as she met the entire team.  

“And last but certainly not least, my best friend, (Y/N). (Y/N) this is Megan, my girlfriend.” 

“Oh my goodness, Bucky talks about you all of the time! I’m glad to finally meet you,“ she said shaking your hand. 

“Likewise,” you said with a small smile.  

“Well, I’m going to go get a drink, I’ll be right back,” Megan said before heading to the bar. 

“She’s pretty,” you said just loud enough for Bucky to hear. 

“I know, she’s absolutely amazing (Y/N), she’s everything I want in a woman.  I know you’ll love her too,” he said with a huge smile on his face.  

You smiled back, concealing the pain that was coming from your heart breaking into a million pieces.  You watched as Bucky walked back to his girlfriend who was waiting for him with a glass.  

“You should tell him you know?” Steve said leaning against the table beside you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied quickly, fixing your dress. 

“(Y/N), you know exactly what I mean.” 

“I can’t tell him now!” you exclaimed, “I mean just look at him,” you said pointing at Bucky’s direction, “he looks so happy.” 

“I know, but he deserves to know,” Steve said beginning to walk away from the table, “and if it means anything, I think you’re a much better match for him,” he whispered before walking away.  

You smiled to yourself before returning your attention back to the party.  

Before you knew it, months had passed, and Bucky was still together with Megan.  You were surprised knowing how quickly he would move one girl to another.  Your heart started to break little by little as you heard him talk about just how amazing Megan was or how Megan was absolutely perfect for him.  

You remembered the time Megan had moved into the tower nearly redecorating every room to her desire.  Pictures of the two of them began to pop up in the living room and the dining room making your heart clench in your chest.  

You remembered the first night Bucky had a nightmare when Megan was in the building.  You remembered how you shot out of bed like it was a natural instinct, however by the time you reached his room, you saw Megan by his side comforting him.  You froze realizing you were no longer the only one who could comfort him after a nightmare.  You felt tears building up in your eyes, jealousy and bits of anger filling your mind.  

You decided to let out your frustration by going down to the training room and punching the shit out of a punching bag.  You neglected to tape your hands, hoping that the pain would take your mind off of your aching heart.  

With every blow against the bag, your reflected on each event you had with Bucky causing you to only become more angry.  After what felt like hours, you stopped, your breaths shortening as your forehead leaned against the bag.  

“Couldn’t sleep either?” you heard Bucky ask from behind you.  

You shook your head, not wanting to face him.  “Why are you up? Shouldn’t you be asleep with Megan?” you asked getting some water while avoiding his gaze.  

“I had another nightmare,” he said softly. 

You stopped what you were doing before replying, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” 

“You don’t have to lie, I saw you at my door.  Why are you avoiding me?” he asked making his way towards you. 

“I’m not avoiding you Bucky,” you said quietly, facing him.  

“Bullshit, did I do something wrong? I miss you,” he pleaded grabbing your hand.  

You felt sparks as his hand clung to yours so naturally, your guys’ hands fit perfectly together.  

“Nothing,” you finally replied, “You did nothing wrong.  I just have a lot on my mind right now.” 

“You want to talk about it?” he asked, his eyes searching for yours.  

You finally looked up into his eyes, your heart shattering into a million pieces.  You felt your eyes beginning to water before you replied, “I can’t do this,” and walking out of the room leaving both a confused and hurt Bucky behind.  

Ever since that encounter, you decided to move out of the tower and into your own apartment, you couldn’t bare to see the couple walking around everyday. 

“Do you have to go?” you heard Bucky ask from the doorway of your empty room.  

“Yeah, I need to be on my own for a little bit and figure this out by myself.” 

You grabbed the last of your belongings and walked towards Bucky who had a sad look on his face.  Your heart broke even more but you knew it was the right thing for the both of you.  

“You promise you’ll talk about it when you’re ready?” 

You froze, you didn’t know if you’ll ever be ready.  You decided to lie in order to calm some of his nerves by nodding with a small smile on your face.  

“I’ll only be a couple of blocks away, it’s not like I am moving half way across the world or anything,” you said trying to lighten up the mood. 

You couldn’t bear to see Bucky like this.  

He smiled softly before pulling you into a hug, “See you around best friend,” he mumbled into your hair.  

“See you,” you said before leaving his embrace and leaving the tower.  

Years had past and although you and Bucky were still friends, your relationship with each other was holding on by a thread.  You began to become more distant, not just with him but with the entire team.  You would occasionally meet up with him for coffee but your guys’ meeting would only last for about an hour until you had to make an excuse to leave.  

Suddenly one day as you were sorting out your mail that evening, you received a letter in beautiful handwriting.  You opened it, automatically regretting that decision.  The letter in your hand was actually an invitation…an invitation to Bucky and Megan’s wedding.  

You didn’t even know they were engaged.  

“Why didn’t he tell me?” you said to yourself.  

You quickly picked up your phone and called Bucky, part of you wanting to tell him your true feelings, part of you wanting to tell him that this was a mistake and that Megan wasn’t the one for him…that you were.  However, once you heard Bucky’s voice answer, “hello?” all of your thoughts about telling him the truth disappeared.  

“Hi Bucky,” you started quietly. 

“(Y/N), how are you?” he asked, slightly surprised that you were calling him.  

“I just uh,” you froze debating whether or not to tell him the truth, “I wanted to tell you I got the invitation.  Congratulations, why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.  

“I was going to but we weren’t necessarily on good terms.” 

“Oh,” you replied quietly, “Well, I want to let you know that I will be attending. Thank you for inviting me.” 

“Of course, I couldn’t not have my best friend at my wedding,”  he said chuckling.  

You felt your heart shatter once again before you said, “Well all right then, I’ll see you around.” 

“See you,” Bucky replied before hanging up the phone.  

The moment you set your phone down you started to sob, you knew it was too late to tell him about your true feelings.  You sunk down to the floor, leaning against the counter top in your kitchen with your head in your hands.  

“Why didn’t I tell him sooner?” you asked yourself.  

The day you dreaded finally came where you had to put on your best fake smile and act like everything was okay.  You had a plan, after the ceremony, you were going to leave and stay with your sibling.  Your stuff was all packed and ready to go, all you had to do was wait for the “I do’s” and then you would leave this life behind you, forever.  

As you were shrugging your raincoat off of your shoulders, you ran into Steve who was walking around greeting guests for Bucky.  “(Y/N)!” Steve said before giving you a hug, “How are you?” he asked sympathetically. 

“I’ve been better,” you said quietly, “I’m leaving for good after today.  I thought you should know.” 

“What? You can’t just leave, we need you (Y/N).” 

“I can’t keep living like this, I already missed my chance to tell him how I truly felt and now I’m here at his wedding! My heart breaks every time I see him now and I just can’t do it anymore,” you said, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.  

“You should tell him,” he said.  

“I can’t tell him now! He’s about to get married!” you exclaimed.  

“(Y/N), he deserves to know, besides you’ll be leaving all of this behind you.  Just write a letter or something and slip it into his room once he leaves.” 

“But I-” you started, immediately being cut off.  

“(Y/N), it’s the right thing to do,” Steve said.  

You sighed and nodded, giving into his advice before searching for a notepad and pen.  Once you were able to get your supplies, you sat down and began to write down your thoughts.  

Once you were done, you decided to head to the room where Bucky was getting ready. Bucky was surprised to see you there.  

“How are you feeling?” you asked as Bucky was putting on his tie.  

“I don’t know, there’s a part of me that’s telling me this is wrong.  But it isn’t, right?” 

You froze at his words, could it be that he had feelings for you as well?  No, there’s no way.  You snapped out of your thoughts before replying, “It’s probably the nerves that comes with getting married.” 

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he mumbled, struggling to tie his tie.  

“Here, let me help,” you said rushing up to Bucky and using your slim fingers to tie the tie perfectly around his neck.  

“Thanks,” he said, smiling.  

“Buck!” Steve said barging into the room.  

Steve smiled at you before saying, “It’s time.” 

“I’ll be out there in a sec,” he replied, Steve nodding at his response and leaving.  

“You ready to become a married man?” you asked, your voice slightly cracking from the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“I think so, what’s that?” he asked referring to the piece of paper in your hand. 

“Oh nothing you need to worry about,” you said quickly slipping it into your purse.  

Bucky sighed, straightening his suit and saying, “Time to become a married man,” repeating your words with a smile.  

You smiled back before pulling him into a hug, “Good luck,” you whispered laughing slightly.  

Bucky smiled before leaving you behind in the room.  You pulled the piece of paper out of your purse again and stared at it for a long minute.  You sighed and said to yourself, “It’s for the best,” before leaving it on the table by the mirror.  

You quickly left the room and took a seat in the chapel next to the rest of the team.  Little did you know that Bucky, being the forgetful person that he was, had forgotten his vows and had returned to his room moments after you had left.  

He quickly grabbed what he needed before his eyes landed on your letter on the table.  His name was written in the most beautiful handwriting.  He smiled taking the letter of of the table and opening, assuming it was from his wife to be telling him how excited she was to become Mrs. Barnes.  

However, it was exactly the opposite.  As he read the letter in your recognizable handwriting, he froze.  

Dearest Bucky, 

I know that now is probably the worst time to tell you this but I thought you should know.  For the past 7 years I’ve known you, I have loved you and I still am.  I am truly, madly, deeply in love with you and it hurts. I loved you so much that I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship by telling you my true feelings.  All of those memories we shared together are ones that I will treasure forever.  I hope you have a great life with Megan, I know she will be the perfect wife for you.  

Love, 

(Y/N)  

Bucky froze, he couldn’t believe his eyes, how could he have been so blind?  He sat down on the chair by the door, his head spinning, questions running through his had at a million miles an hour.  The one question that kept popping up in his head was, who do I really love? 

Suddenly, your face appeared in his head, your smile which always lit up the room, the light in your eyes illuminating your face always causing him to smile as well.  All of those nights where he couldn’t sleep, you were there, all of those nights where he would wake up screaming, you were there to help him, to comfort him.  

“How could I have been so stupid?” he asked himself, “I have to call the wedding off.” 

“Bucky!” he heard Steve yell from the hall way.  

Bucky quickly ran out, running into Steve who had a strong grip on his shoulders, “Let go of me,” he said trying to get out of his grasp.  

“You have to go! Everyone’s waiting for you.” Steve exclaimed dragging him towards the chapel.  

“No you don’t understand!” Bucky replied, fighting his grasp.  

“It’s just your nerves talking,” Steve replied, barging into the chapel with Bucky in hand.  

Bucky quickly turned to Steve, “No, you don’t understand, I have to call the wedding off.” 

“What do you mean call the wedding off?” Steve asked, “You’re just nervous now get up there!” he replied pushing him up to the arch.   

Bucky cursed himself as he fidgeted where he was standing.  His eyes scanned the crowd before they fell on your eyes.  Your eyes were filled with such sadness that he had now just realized.  He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, the way you sat in your dress.  Before he knew it, Megan was standing in front of him, a huge smile on her face.  

His heart broke, he couldn’t hurt her, but he would be living a lie.  “I do,” Megan said with such certainty.  

You grabbed your bag, ready to make a quick exit, ready to leave all of the pain behind.  You waited for the words to slip from his lips.  

“I’m sorry, I just can’t,” you heard Bucky said.  

You froze, staring at Bucky, his eyes automatically meeting yours.  The rest of the guests gasped in shock and whisper, but all you could focus on was Bucky.  You shook your head before grabbing your bag and running out of the chapel, running away from everyone.  You ran out into the pouring rain now caring about your dress getting ruined, or your makeup smearing down your face.  

But before you could reach the car that you arrived in, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist stopping you in your tracks.  You knew exactly who it was, but you didn’t dare look at his face.  

Bucky turned you around to face him, the rain mixed with your tears making your makeup run down your face.  “Why didn’t you tell me?” Bucky asked softly, his warm breath fanning your face.  

“I was too scared,” you choked out, “you weren’t supposed to read it until after, this isn’t right,” you whispered trying to run off again.  

Bucky kept his grip on your wrist refraining you from turning away.  “No, I’m not going to lose you again, please stay.  I’m sorry for not noticing, I’m sorry for not realizing you were in pain, I’m sorry for not realizing I loved you as well.  You’ve always been there for me, supporting me, caring for me, and I broke your heart in return.  I’m sorry, just please stay so I can fix my mistakes, so I can make things better between us.  I love you.” 

Numb (Bucky x Reader)

Hey guys! This request contains some self harm and before you begin I just want to say a few words that I’m sure you’ve all heard a million times before but they’re still important. I’m here for you. Whether you message me or send in an ask anonymously, whatever you’re more comfortable with I’m here. I’m here to talk, to listen, to comfort, to love, but I promise I am not here to judge as I’ve been there myself and I know how hard it can be. Please don’t be afraid to talk to someone,  find someone you can trust because it’s so much better to talk it out than to keep it in and let it consume you from the inside out. 

With that said please read with caution and I hope you enjoy!(:

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm, and thoughts of suicide

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“It’s kind of cold to be out here without a jacket don’t ya think?” The deep voice just made you sigh as you continued looking at the city below you. You should have figured Bucky would show up, he always managed to find you when you were feeling particularly down.

“I like the cold,” your voice was just a whisper, probably undetectable to Bucky whose feet crunched against the gravel as he made his way towards you where you stood on the two foot ledge of the upper most rooftop of Avenger’s Tower. “Makes me feel numb.”

Bucky didn’t say anything in response as he reached up and grabbed your right hand in his cybernetic left one. You looked down as he gave two small tugs, pleading with you to come down. His blue eyes looked more grey in the hazy, poorly lit night, his brows scrunched in concern, and his lips pulling down slightly at the corners. 

You looked down at the city one last time before heaving another sigh and getting off of the ledge to stand next to Bucky who let go of your hand. He looked you in the eyes as he draped the warm woolen blanket he always used over your shoulders, pulling at the edges and bringing you toe to toe so there was only a whisper of breath between your bodies. You stared up at his face, searching for the will to say the words you knew he wanted you to say, until a violent shiver crawled down your spine.

You hadn’t realized how cold you had gotten until the blanket and Bucky’s body started melting it away. The warmth only getting stronger as Bucky pulled you into a tight hug, holing your body as close to his as possible while still letting you breath. One of his hands wrapped around your waist while the other smoothed back your wind whipped hair. His lips were pressed firmly to your temple making soft “shhh” noises in response to the tears you hadn’t even realized had begun falling down your face. 

“I’m fine,” you croaked out, repeating the words you had been chanting in your head for far too long now. 

“No you’re not,” Bucky’s voice sounded just as broken as yours did as his arms tightened around you. 

“But I’m supposed to be,” you sobbed as your arms wrapped around Bucky’s waist and buried your face in his white cotton sleep shirt. His scent washed over you, adding to the warmth as a comforting mixture of laundry detergent, cinnamon, and faded cologne filled your senses.

“Says who?” Bucky asks in a soft murmur against the top of your head with a light kiss that goes unnoticed. 

“Everyone!” You choke out as the tears slow down and a strangled laugh escapes your lips. “Fuck, I’m so pathetic…”

“Hey!” Bucky’s voice is sharp and it startles you as he grabs your shoulders and pushed you back so he can look into your eyes. “Don’t you dare say that!”

“Well it’s true!” You’re crying again and you want to look anywhere but at Bucky but there’s a fire in his eyes that you can’t break away from.

“Not to me,” his voice is soft again as his hands fall from your shoulders to adjust the blanket around you. “Not to any of us.”

“Well then maybe you don’t know me,” you bite back bitterly, your eyes narrowing in defense, not wanting to believe Bucky’s words because you know if he knew everything he wouldn’t think twice about coming up here to help you. “You don’t know what I’ve gone through or what I’ve done or the things I’ve had to do to make it all feel okay.”

Bucky’s thumbs brushed the tears off of your cheeks as he stepped closer to you again. “I know that we’ve all done some pretty awful things (Y/N). I know that what you’ve done is in the past-”

Before he can continue you roll up your sleeves and show him the scars that littered your forearms. “It’s not in the past Buck…” Your voice is hoarse and ashamed as his finger tips trail across your skin, brushing across scars old and new.

“But-”

“They don’t stop. The thoughts, the feelings, none of it. Every day I wake up and I know that I’m never going to be good enough to stand next to Steve or Natasha or Tony or-”

“You’re so much more than good enough (Y/N). You are the kindest, sweetest, most deserving person I have ever met. And yeah that includes Steve. And everyone in there thinks the exact same thing. You have a family in there that would do absolutely anything for you if you just asked. We want you to be safe and happy and to feel loved and to feel like you’re good enough because damn it you are.”

There’s a lump in your throat as your shake your head knowing that what Bucky is saying is true, but you’ve been too caught up in your head to notice. 

“(Y/N) I love you!” Your heart skips at his shouted proclamtion but you don’t have time to ask what he means before he quickly continues, “Not the way they do, but more than that. I want you to be so happy. Your smile sets my heart on fire. And I want to make you laugh because the way it makes your eyes crinkle sends shivers down my spine. And I want to protect you,” His voice trails off a little as his lips skim across your still exposed forearms, “whether that’s from enemy bullets or the thoughts in your head that are nothing but lies. And most of all I want you to feel loved. Because I do. I love you so fucking much it hurts sometimes and I can’t bare the thought of you feeling like this and.. and…” 

He cuts himself off as his lips find yours in a searing kiss. And it doesn’t matter that it’s cold, or that you’ve been crying, or anything else. Because right now you feel warm, and safe, and ecstatic, and loved. 

And as the kiss breaks and Bucky’s forehead rests against yours, for the first time in a long time you don’t want to feel numb. 

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I Don't Deserve You {Peter Parker x Reader}

Peter looked at you with so much hurt in his eyes knowing you wouldn’t want to end something like this, he didn’t want to end something like this.

“Listen, I don’t deserve you okay. You’re beautiful and smart and funny. You’re perfect, you deserve someone who’ll be there for you, who wouldn’t ditch you in the middle of dates. Who would hug you when you’re scared and all. Y/N you deserve more than what I can offer.” He says

“Peter, if there’s anyone here who doesn’t deserve their partner it’s me. I understand why you have to ditch me at times, I understand why you can’t always hug me when I’m scared but that’s okay because I know you’re doing something for the greater good. Peter I love you.” You tell him, tears stinging in your eyes and you’re mouth trying to hold inter sobs that could escape at any moment. You couldn’t believe both of you would just walk away. You didn’t want to. Peter didn’t want to.

“Y/N, I love you so much but you need to be with someone who truly makes you happy–” you cut him off, tears now flowing from your eyes like an endless stream.

“YOU MAKE ME HAPPY! Peter you make me so happy you don’t even know how much.” Peter tried to argue but I guess he saw that there was nothing to fight for.

“I don’t know what to fight for anymore.” He murmurs.

“US! Fight for us Peter because I know you love me you’ll fight for us.” You sob. You look at Peter and he’s crying too, he doesn’t want to do this but he’s thinking about what would happen if you continued to be in a relationship with you, the thought of losing you to one of his enemies kept him up all night.

“Peter, you won’t lose me.” You whisper. He looks up at you with a bit of hope in his eyes, hope to know that he deserves to love and be happy whilst being Spider-Man.

“You won’t lose me too.”

13. and 14. with Peter Maximoff, please? ❤ You are awesome!

Thank you!! ❤

13. “Kiss me” + 14. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always”

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Some angst, I guess?

You trailed back towards the school, head down so as to avoid eye contact with any of the other students or teachers. If you looked up, you were afraid they’d see the tears you were so desperately trying to suppress, and you didn’t need anyone asking if you were okay; that would undoubtedly just make you burst out crying.

The little control that you had over your powers had you feeling distressed – even with reassurance from both the Professor and Hank that you would get better, you were having a hard time believing them. You felt embarrassed, the other students having witnessed what you could (or, more specifically, couldn’t) do, and just wanted to curl up on your bed and sleep for an eternity.

When you didn’t come down for dinner, you heard a small knock on your bedroom door; you considered not answering it, until you heard Peter’s voice on the other side. “Y/N? It’s Peter.”

You crawled out of bed with some reluctance before finally opening the door. Your eyes were bloodshot, and you had trouble focusing on the silver-haired boy stood in front of you.

“I brought you some food.” He lifted up the leftovers in his arms with a tender smile.

“What, did the Professor send you?” you asked, opening the door wider for Peter to enter. You took a seat on the bed, gesturing for Peter to do the same.

He closed the door, sitting down across from you and setting down the food. “No.” He shook his head, “Jean told me you were having a rough day; I was worried about you.”

You sighed, tearing apart a piece of bread half-heartedly. “I’m just not sure I belong here.”

“Of course you do, why would you say that?” Peter responded gently.

“I don’t know.” You put down the food, running a hand through your hair. You felt the tears begin to well up in your eyes again. “Everyone else is just so much better than I am.”

When the tears started to fall again, Peter was right there beside you, holding you in his arms. “Shh,” he whispered, he lips so close to your ear that it sent a shiver down your spine. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

You smiled despite yourself, leaning into your best friend. He held you like that for the rest of the night, only letting you out of his sight when you got up to go to the bathroom.

Things seemed to get better for you over the next couple of weeks, Peter always there to reassure you whenever you needed it. You trained harder than ever, and the Professor even commented on how much you’d improved.

One night, after a particularly challenging but rewarding day of training, you walked back up to the mansion, a smile plastered on your face. Peter beamed when he saw you, thrilled to see you looking so upbeat.

“Good day?” he asked.

You nodded, smiling even wider at the look on Peter’s face. His eyes were so full of warmth, and you suddenly felt inexplicably overwhelmed. “Listen … I never really thanked you for helping me out that night. I don’t think I could’ve done this without you.”

Peter shook his head, “No, all of this came from you. I won’t take any credit for that.”

“Then don’t.” You gave a little shrug, a smirk crossing your lips. “Kiss me, instead.”

Peter looked up at you, surprise clear on his face, though didn’t hesitate to lean in once he knew that you were being serious. He kissed you softly, pulling away when you both heard a small cough from the doorway.

Jean, Scott and Jubilee all stood with wide grins on their faces. “It’s about damn time,” said Jean.

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Peter didn’t expect this.. 

After he finished with his fight for Mr. Tony Stark, (Yeah, The Tony Stark. Otherwise known as Iron Man. As in the Iron Man in the Avengers. As in he fought with the flipping Avengers. He’s like an elite hero now or something.) he thought that the Avengers would be done with him now. 

At least he kind of hoping.. Do you know how difficult it was explaining to Aunt May why he was gone for so long? 

But it didn’t work like that. 

Whenever they had a mission near them, he was always asked to go and assist. It was polite enough, sure. But he knew that when Black Widow asked him to do something, there really wasn’t an option for him to refuse. 

So here he was now, perching on a ledge of some building while he listened to Natasha and Clint go over the plans. It didn’t seem like that big of a mission, but he wasn’t going to ask to leave. He pissed Widow off once, and even though they kind of shared a name sake, he knew he would get no mercy a second time. 

He scanned the ground underneath him absent mindedly, only half listening to the other two at this point. They were just going to find one thug, and he doubted he was going to do little more than web him to the wall so Natasha and Clint could talk to the dude. 

But that’s when he saw you, you were walking down the streets with your hands in your pockets and your head down. He smiled a little behind his mask, and forgot for a second that the super spies were even there in the first place.

Everything was fine, Peter thinking about when he was ever going to tell you. It wasn’t healthy not doing so, and it wasn’t fair that you didn’t know why she sometimes cancelled or showed up late to dates. And you were as always oblivious to Spider-Man watching you from rooftops, thinking about what homework you still had to complete and the chores you would have to do when you got home. 

Sure, everything was great until it suddenly wasn’t. 

When you were walking past a group of teenage boys, there was a couple chuckles before one stood out just after you passed them and called out to you. 

“Hey sweetie, put a smile on that pretty face!” 

As you glanced over your shoulder startled to see who yelled at you, Peter tensed up on his perch as he watched what was going on. 

“If you come over here, I can do it for ya babygirl.” 

Before Peter knew what he was doing really, he was already swinging down to land on the ground between you and the group of guys before his friends even stopped laughing. 

“Did someone call me?” Peter smiled behind the mask as he spread his arms casually. “But I do have a name though. I actually happen to prefer Spider-Man over baby girl. It’s more direct, you know?” 

The guy who was catcalling you, hesitated now. Not quite sure what to say. 

“What’s up, kid? Cat got your tongue? Getting a little shy now that you’re getting some attention back?” Peter crossed his arms over his chest, and the guy just shook his head and moved back into the little circle of his friends as they started walking away. “Awe, going so soon? Bummer.” 

He turned around to face you to see you have a thoughtful look on your face. Your eyebrows were scrunched together and there was a cute little frown on your lips as you stared at him. 

He gulped. 

“Thank You,” You murmured slowly. 

Peter nodded, trying to play it off cool. “No problem. Just your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man coming to offer a helping hand.” 

You raised your eyebrows as you took a step closer. “Just my friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man, hm?” 

“.. Yes.” 

“Not an over protective boyfriend in Spandex?” 

Peter almost choked on his spit, and immediately turned into a stuttering mess. “W-what are you talking about? I mean.. You’re lovely, but we just met, and-,” 

“Peter you can’t seriously believe that I don’t recognize your voice. And I mean.. Spider-Man doesn’t stop in for every jerk who yells at a girl.” 

“Maybe he tries his best to.” 

“He?” 

“Me, I meant.. Me. I do. Because.. Yeah. Because I do. I try my best.” 

You took another step forward to him, and taking advantage of the darker time of day and slightly near an alleyway, you reached for his mask. 

“You really shouldn’t do that. It’s hardly poli- Oh, you’ve done it. Hi,” Peter grinned shyly down at you when you took his mask off completely and looked up at him an innocent smile. 

“You’re really Spider-Man, holy shit.” You muttered. 

Peter looked down at the space inbetween you two, and shuffled his feet a little. “I wanted to tell you, it’s just-,” 

He got cut off by you suddenly standing up a little straighter to press a kiss on his lips, and wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself stable. 

It took a second for him to snap out of his confusion, but as soon as he tried to return the affection, a voice cut you two off. 

“Get some, bug boy!” Clint shouted down at you two from another rooftop. Both of your heads snapped up to look at him and the Black Widow leaning over the edge grinning at the two of you. 

“Is that..?” 

“It’s a long story.” Peter grumbled.

I’m better than him (Peter Parker x Reader)

Hello guys! I always wanted to write imagines and stuff on tumblr because I love reading them. I’m not sure if this turned out good it’s actually my first imagine and if you have requests PLEASE send them in. Thank you so much!

Warnings: It’s a little bit heated (make out and stuff but no smut).

Word count:1.507

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You were in the kitchen of the Stark Tower enjoying the tea Wanda just made for you and Natasha. In the Avengers, these two women were your favorite people. They were your best friends even though the age difference was a little bit much. You guys were having your usual conversation you always have in the mornings. Wanda was asking if Natasha would join to her training today and you were waiting for Natasha’s answer because you also needed a training today. You were avoiding your trainings with Natasha for two weeks now because you just couldn’t find the motivation. You were so confused and you couldn’t think anything else but him. Who could blame you? He was adorable, he was kind and he was intelligent. You haven’t met a guy like him before. You technically haven’t met a guy properly before because you were really afraid to be close with someone, even starting a conversation with them was a challenge for you. That’s why you couldn’t find the motivation to train with Natasha for weeks, you were really angry at yourself that you couldn’t even just try to be friends with him. Also, you were really upset because Peter wasn’t talking to you either. You were probably the only people who hadn’t talked for once in the tower. You heard someone saying your name then you realized Natasha was asking if you would like to come to the training this afternoon with Wanda. You said “Yeah sure.”  Then Wanda asked :

“Hey are you okay? You seemed like you were thinking about something that makes you upset?”

“What? I’m fine.” You tried to smile but you wanted to tell Wanda and Natasha everything. You were sure that they would find a solution but you just couldn’t.

Natasha raised her eyebrow and said : “ You know you can’t fool us Y/N right? We have known you for so long and I can’t stand you being sad. You have been avoiding me for weeks and you barely talk to us in our regular morning meetings. Just please tell us we want to help you.”

Wanda nodded: “She is absolutely right. Now what’s bothering your beautiful mind?”

You gulped: “Well. I have never talked to you guys about something like this. I don’t know how or where to start. You know how I am. I can’t easily express what I feel or think.”

They stared at you for a second then Wanda smiled: “O

I think I have a guess.”

You hoped she was right because you just couldn’t talk about Peter to anyone. It was really a secret for you.

“It’s about the spider-boy.”

Natasha started laughing and Wanda and you were really confused why she was laughing. You both looked at her waiting for an answer. She finally said : “Oh it’s really about the spider-boy? Oh my god Y/N, why didn’t you tell us, you two would have been dating for like months now. I actually never realized because I’m pretty sure you guys talked for once?”

“We never did” you smiled. You were relieved, you knew your best friends would solve your problem immediately.

“Why don’t I ask him to train with us this afternoon? Then you guys would pair up and finally talk?” said Wanda smiling at you. At first you were going to refuse it because it really scared you to talk to him. But then you realized you needed to break your walls and finally reach what makes you happy. You were sure this time it was Peter.

—-

You were nervously waiting in the training room with Natasha, who already started her training. You were thinking about what you should say to him but everything that came to your mind suddenly left you when you heard Peter’s voice: “Hi Y/N!” You turned around and saw him smiling at you. At first you couldn’t remember what you were supposed to say when you only needed to say “Hi”. Instead you said “Oh my god you talked to me!” You didn’t realize what you just said until Peter said : “Yeah you are right we never really talked it’s pretty crazy right?”

“Right” you started sweating not knowing what to do. Awkward silence kept going for three minutes until Peter said: “You know what, let’s go and have lunch I’m starving and that would be a better way to get to know each other. Unless you greet yourself to people by punching and kicking them.” He laughed. You smiled: “Why not.”

—

That lunch was the best decision of your life. You finally had a proper conversation with Peter and it actually made you love him more. It had been three months since that lunch and you guys were best friends right now. You realized Peter was just like you. He was shy and he had the same difficulities you had. That why it took so long for you two to become friends.

“You know what I think when I look at you and Peter? Just make out already! You guys are driving me crazy. That poor boy has been trying to kiss you for you so long.”

You turned around and saw Natasha reading a book in the couch behind you.

“What* He just likes me as a friend Natasha everyone knows that. I don’t think he would want to ‘make out’ with me, I have never even kissed someone you know?”

“So Peter will be the first. Tonight.”

“Nat are you serious? How? What are you going to do, push him towards me and make my first kiss an accident?” You laughed.

“You know Tony’s going to have a party tonight. Obviously here. Just ask him then since this is a special occasion I’m sure he will FINALLY make the move.” You thought Natasha wasn’t being serious. But the things she said made you happy and your reminded yourself, again, you were going to break your walls.

—

Music was too loud. You saw Tony’s friends, the Avengers and their friends too. It was more crowded than it usually is in Tony’s parties. You were really nervous but you kept reminding yourself you can’t keep your hopes high eventually you will be the one that is upset if nothing happens. Peter was already ten minutes late and you were just going to give up when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around smiling but then you saw it wasn’t Peter. It was one of the Wanda’s friends but he seemed to be close to your age. You talked to him few times before the party.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hello.”

“I saw you were alone and I was wondering if you could dance with me. I barely know the people here and I know you so?”

“Sure, why not?” You gave up on Peter. You knew he wasn’t going to come so you told yourself I won’t make myself upset this time.

—

You were having so much fun dancing with Harry, talking to him. It had been an hour and you realized the crowd was bigger. You barely could see the people you know. Just when you were going to tell Harry what happened between you and Peter and thank him for being your company tonight he grabbed your waste and pulled you closer to himself. You were a bit shocked but you just smiled. You attempted to hug him. He pushed your hands and tried to kiss you. Then you heard a familiar voice saying : “Y/N?”

You turned around and saw Peter : “Hey.” You just looked at him, angry.

“I can’t believe this Y/N I have been waiting for you an hour.”

“What? I never saw you I thought you weren’t coming then Harry asked if we could dance and I said okay.”

“I-I was actually going to be the one who kisses you tonight but that’s okay you seem happy with him.” He was broken. He stormed off the room and you were shocked.

—

“Peter stop!” you were following him for so long you ran out of breath.

“What do you want?” He asked with a blank face.

“I’m sorry I thought you weren’t going to come.”

“I did. Y/N I don’t deserve you. I made you wait for only a kiss for three months. I’m sorry I’m not like Harry or the other guys.”

“Pet-“

“Never mind. I can’t do this anymore.” Just when you thought he was going to leave, he pinned you against the wall behind and started kissing you.  It was actually a very rough kiss but you enjoyed it. He stopped for a second and whispered : “I’m better than him.”

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Best Kisser

Summary: Bucky helps you to practice kissing for your date with someone else. Only problem: You love Bucky. And Bucky loves you too.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,398 

Warnings: fluff, too much fluff, fluff

A/N: Today is @capsbuchanan‘s Birthday and I decided to write her a little fluffy (it turned out way longer than planned) Bucky fic. Thank you Mila for being so awesome and sending me Zootopia gifs when I feel sad and am in pain. Happy Birthday! Love you loads!

You had met Bucky Barnes in kindergarten and he had instantly become your best friend after he’d told you that he loved the shirt your stuffed Teddybear was wearing. It was bright yellow and had a train print on it. Three year old Bucky had excitedly told your three year old self that he loved trains while you had told him that trains actually kind of terrified you. You didn’t liked travelling and at the end of the first day in kindergarten you’d given the teddybear shirt to him so that his teddybear (who hadn’t been wearing anything until this point) could wear it. 

Three year old Bucky had told you that he loved you that day. It was the only time he’d said it to you.

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Love is a Zoo

Bucky x Fem!Reader  

Imagine request: could do an imagine where reader like made a mistake and did something to Bucky and now he is mad at her. the avengers really need him to defeat this villan and so reader goes to him and apologizes but can it be the one Judy made to nick? Like especially the part where she was like: And… and after we’re done, you can hate me, and that’ll be fine, because I was a horrible friend, and I hurt you. And you… and you can walk away knowing you were right all along.

Warnings: None.

Note: I LOVE ZOOTOPIA. The movie is adorable and I love writing. So BAM! Thank you for requesting, this is awesome. AND THIS IS MY 100TH POST GUYS HOLY GUACAMOLE I MADE THIS STORY EXTRA LONG.

You were very nervous, as you were about to make a statement for the Avengers in front of the press.

Bucky was standing next to you, keeping you company before you had to walk to the podium.

You tapped your foot on the ground anxiously and Bucky wrapped his real arm around you.

“You’ll do fine, don’t worry.” He assured you as he gave you a little squeeze on your shoulder.

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Afraid: Part 2 [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Part 1

Word count: 1887

Warnings: Angst, it may have triggering content.

Request: Hey, can you do a imagine where the reader is pregnant and the father is Bucky but she don’t know how to tell him since she is afraid of him reaction. Then when she tell him, Bucky had no reaction and out of the apartment. When he returns to apartment, the reader is no longer there and leaves a letter saying that she understands if he does not want to take the baby. Five years later, when she goes with her daughter to Steve’s apartment to ask a favor, Bucky appears and everything ends sad. Thnk

Author’s note: Well, here you have the second part of the story. It’ll probably have another one… Don’t know what you think about this one.

Masterlist / To Do List

“What happened, Y/N?” Steve asked for the second time as I looked through the small window that was in the kitchen. Beth was sleeping as Bucky. Or that was what I imagined because I hadn’t seen him around the house.

The truth was, I preferred it that way. After the conversation we’d had the night before, I didn’t want to see him or talk to him. In five years a lot of things had happened and although my feelings for him hadn’t changed, and they never would, his feelings for me did. Maybe I had made a mistake in the way I acted but I didn’t regret what I had done. As much as he said otherwise, Bucky wasn’t prepared to have a daughter and I couldn’t allow a person with a mental instability to be around her.

“If you don’t tell us what’s happening, we cannot help you.”

“It’s not as if you could help be being thousands of miles away, Steve” I spat. I knew I had been cold as soon as the words left my mouth. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I apologized. “I’m nervous. I didn’t know what to expect when I came here but I didn’t expect Bucky hating me.”

“You didn’t give him more options, Y/N. You left with his daughter. Whatever your reasons were, you left with a part of him. You can’t blame him for holding a grudge.

I hated that Steve was right because it made me rethink my actions.

“Don’t explain me what happened if you don’t want to, but explain it to someone. You can’t keep this inside of you forever.”

The conversation with Steve hadn’t gone how neither of us expected. He had called with the intention to discover what had happened with Martin and I had hoped he was calling to tell me he was coming home so I didn’t have to stay at Bucky’s.

I left the phone on the counter and I sighed. What was I going to do? How long would I have to stay with Bucky? When would I know it was safe to go? Was I going to have to move to another state, leave all my friends and family behind?

“Good mo–”

I tilted my head, meeting Bucky in the kitchen entrance with messy hair, with his blue eyes with traces of sleep and a with a frown. I followed the trajectory of his eyes to my right rib. The black tank top I was wearing had gotten up slightly, revealing the big bruise I had. I covered it with my shirt and I looked at Bucky with a fake smile.

“Coffee?”

“What is that?” he asked as he walked towards me.

I tried to pull away but Bucky grabbed my arm with his metal hand and lifted my shirt with the other. The touch of his fingers made a shiver ran through my spine, preventing me to breath normally.

“Tell me this isn’t the reason why you are here.”

I didn’t answer him and although I could have lied, I followed Steve’s advice. One day or another I would have to explain to someone what had happened with Martin.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered. “Beth. Did he touch Beth?”

I shook my head. “I would have never allowed it. So he hit me.”

Bucky pressed his jaw tightly. He dropped my shirt and, for a moment, I thought he would hit something but he restrained himself.

“How many times?”

I was afraid to answer that question. From the outside, it all seemed very easy. If someone hit you, you had to leave as quickly as possible. But when it happened to you, you always expected a change.

“My answer will not change anything,” I finally answered. “You probably have a lot of things to say, like how stupid I was for being with someone like that. I know, you don’t need to tell me.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Bucky said. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t think it.”

Bucky walked past me and picked up the coffee pot, thereby giving and end to the conversation. And, again, we were in an impasse, having nothing to say to each other.

I had to leave as soon as possible. Staying at Bucky’s was a danger for both of us because, at one time or another, we might explode. Too many feelings. To many things left unsaid.

Beth appeared in the kitchen before I could leave. Her brown hair was messy and her blue eyes half closed.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?” I asked her as I picked her up and kissed her forehead. I felt Bucky’s eyes looking at us.

Beth nodded, she wasn’t very talkative in the morning. I left her on the floor and I asked her what she wanted for breakfast but she didn’t answer, probably because she hadn’t decided yet what her belly wanted. Finally, she decided she wanted a glass of milk and a muffin. Bucky took the moment to announce he was going to take a shower and my body relaxed instantly.

As she drank her glass of milk, I observed my daughter. If it wasn’t because she had my nose and my lips, I would have thought Beth was only Bucky’s daughter. It was his living image. I assumed that, for that reason, I still hadn’t forgotten about him. They were two drops of water; both were brave, determined and, sometimes, stubborn.

“Mommy, can I ask you something?”

I nodded as a smile appeared on my lips.

“Why does Bucky have a metal arm?”

“So you remember that one day I told you that we all had something that made us special?” Beth nodded. “The metal arm is what makes Bucky special. It allows him to be super strong. And he can lift anything with that arm!”

Beth opened her mouth, surprised and I laughed. Now that Bucky was in her life, I had to start answering questions.

“Can we go to the zoo, mommy?”

I gasped, not knowing what to say. Could we leave the house? I didn’t know if Martin was looking for me, as I didn’t know what the limits of that situation were.

When Beth saw I didn’t answer right away, she grew anxious. She looked at me intently and shifted in her seat, ready to explode if I said no. Kids, so adorable when they had what they wanted but so unbearable when they didn’t.

“I can take you to the zoo if you want.”

I lifted my head, finding Bucky leaned against the kitchen door, with his arms crossed over his chest and staring at me, as Beth had done seconds earlier. I could say no and end all that, and I could say yes and accept to spend a day with Bucky. Although it wasn’t what I wanted, I realized maybe Bucky wanted to spend a day with his daughter so I raised my arms in defeat and I said yes.

Beth screamed with excitement, got up from her chair, and came to hug me. She did the same with Bucky, who was stunned when Beth wrapped her small arms around him. And, as usual when she got excited, she started to speak quickly, tripping over her own words and making a plan of what they would see.

As I expected, the day at the zoo was exhausting but it was worth to see Beth enjoying so much. She ran back and forth, pointing to all the animals and making people laugh. At first, she was a bit shy with Bucky but when she saw I was getting tired, she took on of his hands and started running with him. And he was delighted with that.

A strange feeling ran through me when I saw them together and my mind flew to a place where it was forbidden to go since I had left his side five years ago.

How our life would have been if I had stayed with Bucky? I would have been scared twenty-four hours a day, as I was now. Steve had told me he had made a lot of progress, that the Winter Soldier hadn’t appeared for a long time. But Bucky was the Winter Soldier and if for some reason someone recited the ten magic words, we were in danger. Including Beth.

By mid afternoon, we decided to sit on a bench to eat ice cream. When Beth finished hers, she fell asleep on Bucky’s. He smiled softly as she took a few strands of hair from her forehead. After a few minutes in silence, Bucky ended the day by announcing that maybe it was better to leave.

Beth slept the whole way and when they reached Bucky’s apartment, Bucky asked if he could put her to bed. Although a part of me didn’t want to, I knew I had to start trusting Bucky. Like it or not, Bucky was her father and was now in her life.

“Okay,” I murmured.

Despite knowing I didn’t had to do it, I went to Beth’s room and I observed Bucky putting her in bed. My heart shrank with tenderness when he kissed her forehead and I turned around and I went to the kitchen when I felt the urge to cry.

I was no longer sure if what I did was the right thing to do. Maybe Bucky was right and everything that had happened to me since I had left was because I deserved it.

“I’m exhausted,” Bucky said as he entered the kitchen. I wiped the tears of my eyes and I turned to face him. On his face I could read the word satisfaction. He was satisfied, happy.

“She’s an earthquake,” I said.

“She’s like you,” he pointed out in a whisper as he opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer. I watched him for a few seconds in silence. “I’m sorry for what I told you the other day. Clearly I didn’t know what had happened. I would never think you deserved what he did to you.”

Hear those words didn’t help me. Maybe he didn’t think so but I had started to believe it.

“Beth thinks he is her father?”

By his tone, I knew he was afraid of the answer. From the beginning, I had thought of telling Beth that Martin wasn’t his real father but after thinking that would only bring me unceasing questions, I decided not to tell her the truth. At the end of the day, I thought Martin would be the one.

“Yes,” I finally replied. Bucky clenched his jaw. “I know what I have to do but I need time. Beth is a child and… I need time, Bucky.”

“Okay,” he answered surprising me.

He finished his beer and before leaving the kitchen, he said: “You can stay as long as you need. Tomorrow I’ll talk to Tony so he controls that guy.”

“Scott. Martin Scott,” I said offering him a name. “Thank you, Bucky.”

Bucky smiled slightly and left the kitchen, leaving me alone with my thoughts. How was I supposed to tell Beth the truth? How she would react? I was afraid of her reaction. Afraid that she hated me for lying to her. Just… Afraid.

Take Time to Realize (Part 1 of 2)

Request: They are best friends and the reader likes Bucky but he doesn’t like her and when she confesses it’s like one of those ‘you never know what you have until it’s gone’. After that Bucky realizes his feeling for the reader.

Word Count: 2,758

Warnings: Angst.

Music Inspiration: Colbie Caillat’s Realize

A/N: Hope you like it, @kmwiinchester! Let me know what you all think of this :) 

Bucky strides into your room with a bag of chips in his hands, sitting on your bed and nudging your side. You give him an annoyed look. “What do you want?”

“I just want my best friend back,” he grins.

“Yeah, well, I’m doing something right now,” you answer, typing your report out as fast as you can. It was due in a few hours and you still had to review it and send it to your professor.

“Come on, Y/N!” he whines, laying his head on your shoulder. “I’m busy tonight. And you’ve been working on this for the better part of the week. I miss you, doll.”

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Get to know me meme → 4/? Favorite Actresses: Natalie Dormer 

“Sometimes, if something makes you uncomfortable as an actor, it’s interesting. And you have to work out why it’s making you uncomfortable: why do I feel threatened by this scene? Because sometimes it’s the stuff that makes you uncomfortable that is actually the good drama.”

23, 41, and 53 with Steve and a female reader? Lots of angst but ends with fluff? Congrats of yoir 1k, sweetheart! You're a great writer and you deserve more!

23.   “Have you lost your damn mind!? 

41.   “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” 

53.   “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

Word Count: 1, 466

Genre: Angst/Romance

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY, I COULDN’T STOP MYSELF. ENJOY NONNIE!

The teamwere huddled under a slab of ground propped against the side of a building-Thor’s hand was laying flat against it to keep it stable. Everyone was pantingwith what might as well have been buckets of sweat littering every part oftheir skin. Uniforms were torn, skin was bleeding and you were struggling tohold yourself together. It seemed impossible for this to become a successfulmission.

Within25 minutes you had witnessed more suffering and death than ever before, andmost of the team were the same, leaving most of you mentally exhausted. Yet themission was far from done. Hydra had ambushed you with the biggest and toughestarmy you’d possibly fought or would ever fight. There was not enough ofanything- not enough bullets, not enough time, and not enough of the good guys.And you were tired, tired in every way, your head was lolling on your shouldersand your grip on the gun strapped to your hip was loosening.

“We’refar from done here, Clint, I’m going to need you and Stark to get the rest ofthe civilians out of the area-“

“Stevethis is a dead end, we’re completely outnumbered in all aspects,” Clint sighed,resting his head on his knees. Nat was pushed against his shoulder.

“We can’tgive up now, we can do this,” Steve pushed out the words, his expressions and bodysaying the complete opposite to what you were hearing.

“GodSteve, look at us, we’re done,” Clint countered.

“Fine.Thor and I can take this one, get back on the plane and if I tell you to leaveyou do it. Got it?” Steve sighed, getting to his feet along with everyone else.He glanced down at you who was still sitting and held his palms out to you.Your shaking hands grabbed his and he hoisted you to your boot clad feet. Herustled up a small smile and began running out from the makeshift shelter, Thorfollowing in his footsteps.

Wandastumbled over to you, linking her arm around yours. Her head rested on yourbruised shoulder as you shook your head softly. “I can’t let him go out thereon his own, Maximoff.”

Shelifted her head and said, “Look, he’s a supersoldier he’s got this, he’ll beback in no time and you can finally go on that date you’ve been putting off.”

Youfreed your arm from your grip and bent down to grab the knife sitting on hercalf. You snapped up quickly and backed away from her. “Please just go to theplane.”

Wandareached out for you but you had already begun sprinting off towards the two menthrowing their weapons sloppily. You stood next to Steve who was giving ordersto Thor and asked what you could help with.

“Y/N,you can stay on the grou-“ Steve began, but stopped when the realisation hithim, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m notletting us find another reason not to go on our date,” You smiled as youflipped around the knife in your hand. Steve grinned at you and you ran forwardand began slicing at the hydra soldiers who came near you.

“Y/L/N,have you lost your damn mind?” Steve laughed gently through the earpiece.

“Blame yourself, Rogers”

Youwouldn’t admit it, but you were struggling against the many fighters throwingthemselves at you with deadly weapons all aiming towards you. In particular, you werehaving a heated battle with one of the strongest soldiers there. He had a largesilver blade in one hand and a sleek black gun in the other, with many moreweapons strapped to his back. Dodging constantly, you tried to aim at his torsobut you seemed to hit air every time.

Thefight seemed to last hours but it was mere minutes until your footing startedgetting messy and all sense of hand-eye coordination was gone. Yet, the Hydraagent seemed to be feeding off of your mistakes and he was slowly overpoweringyou. His blade sliced your palm slightly as you tried to dodge his weapon.Worriedly, you looked over to Steve who was entangled in a fight himself and Thorwas knocking multiple agents out with one wave of his hammer. You were alone.

As yourfeet stumbled over one another you offered a blow to the agent and successfullycut through the flesh on his thigh. He yelped out in pain but quickly recoveredby snatching your only weapon from your hands. Evidently, he was smirking atyou as moved closer, your weapon now comfortably sitting in his hand. His legwacked out and flipped you onto your back. The small knife that belonged toWanda was pressed roughly to your neck and your hands were being held tightlyto the ground.

Youclosed your eyes as you waited for the Hydra agent to end the fight, andfocused on the throbbing in your palm to remember that you were alive. But thecold was lifted from your neck. You opened your eyes to the agent who wasstaring at the blade in his hands. Though you weren’t worried, you saw Steverunning behind the man in black, determination covering his face. All yourenergy was concentrated on trying to break free, though you were focused onSteve and how fast he was running. Steve was going to save you. You knew it.

Then,you felt it. The sharp metal being pushed into your abdomen. It was as if youcould feel it yet you couldn’t feel anything. No pain was there as the Hydraagent pulled it away from your body. If it wasn’t for seeing the crimson liquidspilling out, then you would believe you hadn’t actually been stabbed. In themoment you didn’t really believe it. You just believed that Steve was coming tofree you from the grips of the yellow toothed man that resembled a human sizedrat.

And hedid. He did get the man off of you. But he couldn’t save you from the gapinghole that was staining your clothes red.

“Y/N,stay with me, there’s someone coming to help you” Steve gasped. The most horrificlook was etched onto his features and his eyes appeared to be clouding over.

Youreached your hand up to his cheek. It was hot and damp from sweat, and now whatseemed to be salty tears trickling down them. Swiping your thumb under hiseyes, you collected a droplet on the pad of your thumb and smiled, “I totallyhad him on the ropes. I wore him out for you.”

Stevelet out a pained laugh, his right hand applying as much pressure as he could toyour wound. “Does it hurt?” He stupidly asked.

“Nah, Ifeel peachy.” You grinned, still wiping the small trail of tears. “And I also-“

Breathingwas becoming harder no matter how deeply you were trying to breathe. You triedyour damn hardest to keep your eyes open but fighting with the agent and alsofighting to breathe, had worn you out completely. You heaved your chest in hopethat it would stop the hot sensation in your stomach stop but nothing wouldmake it disappear, not even the high amount of pressure Steve was applying.

“What isit?” Steve asked, his free hand was brushing the stray pieces of hair from yourface.

The blueof his eyes seemed to be brighter than before, though you put it down to thelack of oxygen that was blurring your vision. “I’m not terrified of dying,Steve.”

Steveshook his head vigorously, “Don’t say things like that, Bruce and Tony are ontheir way with Dr. Cho.”

Smilingat him you reached up to twirl the blonde strands of his hair between yourfingers, “But-“ Your eyes closed for a moment as you whispered, “I think I’m inlove with you and I’m terrified.”

Steveshook you gently, your eyes flickered open to see him crying and grinning- ifanyone saw him they’d think he was a madman. “So you’re terrified of loving me,but not of dying?”

“Withouta doubt.”

Hediverted his attention to your wound, the blood seemed to be pouring out of it,no matter how much pressure he was applying. His head whipped around in searchof Bruce and Tony that said they’d be there straight away and that you’d befine.

“Theyshould be here a-“ Steve started, but as he turned around he noticed you’dclosed your eyes again and he knew that no matter what you had to stay awake. ““You need to wake up because Ican’t do this without you.” 

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Rogers.”