Evvy

A Lady born in ‘96 with a Passion for Performance and the Heart of a Writer

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Evvy96's Masterlist

Long time coming!!! My tech-travesty self has finally got some assistance in creating a Masterlist!! Fandoms first will spread into individual Stories.

Avengers

Big Hero 6

Harry Potter

How To Train Your Dragon

Merlin

Once Upon A Time

Supernatural

Young Justice

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— 𝜗𝜚⋆ your cat can’t read the room and trots in anyway because she’s hungry.

the room smells of sweat, sex and love. you don’t know how many times he’s made you come, lost count after the 3rd time. all you can really think about is the weight of his body caging yours, pushing you both deeper into the mattress, the sheets wrap loosely around his legs, yours tight around his waist, locked and refusing to let up.

the sounds of skin slapping echoed the room, rang through your ears loudly, but his pace didn’t falter, if anything it got faster then slowed just enough to have you whining in frustration. his fists, slightly bawled, rest on either side of your hips.

“always feels good when you’re wrapped around my cock, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice raspy and slightly broken, a small chuckle vibrates against your neck when your hand flies up, grabbing the back of his arm tightly. “that’s it, hold onto me, i ain’t going anywhere and neither are you, babygirl.”

true to his word, he doesn’t let you go anywhere, keeps his hard chest practically pinned down against yours, thrusts slow and rhythmic. your nails sink into this skin of his arms deeper each time he slides back in, cock stretching you out perfectly. “just like that,” you whine, hands slipping from his arms to his sides, nails raking up and down the skin there before making their way back to his arms; where you cling tighter. “love you.” you murmur softly into his shoulder when he presses his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

“love you, honey,” he pants, grinding his hips against yours slowly to the point your lips part in a silent moan and the arch of your back has your tits pressing harder to hist chest. an action he welcomes happily because he’s groaning and growling into the small space of your neck, fisting at the sheets when your cunt clenches around his cock. “my angel, could stay like this forever, so warm, wanna stay buried in you for the rest of my life.”

neither of you hear the slight creaking sound of the door at first, completely absorbed in each other too much to care, too in tune with meeting each others thrusts to feel the subtle chill soaking in and then suddenly when it’s only the soft sounds of both your moans, a loud meow rips through the entire room.

his body stills completely at the sound, slowly lifts his head from your neck, you see his hooded first but you can also see the hint of confusion lingering beneath as he looks down at you. “the hell?” he mutters hoarsley, turning his head so slow you’d think he’s broken.

sitting completely still in the bedroom doorway is your cat, tail swishing behind her with a slowness that only happens with two things. one, she’s doing it to spite you both. or two, she’s hungry and demands all the attention in the world. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” he scoffs, albiet no anger or annoyance behind his words.

your cat stares, almost like she knows what she’s ruining and does it all over again. meow!

his eyes narrow at the second meow, and his hands finally move from beside your hips to your stomach, dragging them down slowly before sighing in defeat. “okay, she’s not kidding.”

“no, she isn’t.”

“i fed her before we even came in here!” he huffs but makes no effort to move. hell, he hasn’t even made a single move to pull out of you either.

“that was before, and now she’s hungry again, so go on,” you pause, grinning up at him smugly. “time to feed your daughter, daddy.” you teased, giggling with a choked gasp at the way his cock twitches inside you. “oh?”

his eyes widen slightly at your seductive tone and shakes his head quickly “nope, no, we aren’t doing this. m’gonna go feed her like the royal diva pain demands.”

your giggle doesn’t last long, a warm melodic sound turns into a whine when he’s pulling his cock out slowly with a wet pop! your walls flutter around nothing while your eyes, despite being hooded and dazed, followed him. lingered on the firm muscle of his ass when he slipped off the bed, before widening, a shy smile on your face, at the sight of his cock despite seeing it so many times. still hard, angry red, slick with your wetness.

“nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart,” he catches that look on your face while tugging on a pair of boxers, the fabric rubbing against him causes him to hiss. “i’ll be back soon, honey, don’t miss me too much.”

by the time he slipped out of the door, leaving you alone, aside from the muttered words coming from him in the kitchen, you slumped back down onto the bed, chest still heaving but you didn’t move to run after him. your thighs still tingled, twitched at the reminder of him being inside of you not that long ago.

sighing softly, you turned onto your side, curling up and smiling to yourself into the pillow. the sounds of his muttering and sighs getting louder. and you can’t help the laughter that leaves your lips at his sudden panicked shout.

“no! stop! we use the litterbox not the floor, oh my god! she’s gonna hate me, use the litterbox please!, honey, the litterbox, right there! oh you hate me so much that you want her to hate me too huh?”

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Supernatural Masterlist

Series Long Lost Winchester - Sibling!Reader - Ongoing

Sam Winchester Sleeping Beauties

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OUAT Masterlist

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Big Hero 6 Masterlist

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BBC Merlin Masterlist

Series Bring Back What Once Was Mine - Merlin x Reader - Ongoing Magical Relations - OC - Ongoing

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Forgotten Memories

Hiccup sat in his living room, plans and maps scattered around him in organised chaos as he obsessed over finding Viggo Grimborn’s new Dragon Hunter base. So far, he’d had no luck, despite the fact he had been cooped up in the Hut for almost a week. His team had begun to worry again, that emotion towards their leader having become quite frequent.

His little-to-no-progress was interrupted by the arrival of a Terrible Terror swooping into the large room and depositing a scrolled-up piece of parchment on the map of the Outer Archipelago he had been scouring with a detailed eye. Hiccup blinked. He wasn’t expecting any mail, meaning this had to be either bad news, or horrid news. He carefully unravelled the parchment, the cursive script of his most recent adversary scrolled across the page. Hiccup,

I believe I have reached a solution to our little feud that can benefit both our parties. Meet me at the small unnamed island located in the outer reaches of The Sullen Sea and we can discuss the matter. If you do not trust me, let me ease your mind by promising that should you bring your dragons myself nor my men will make any attempt to take the first strike against you. This is purely for business, a temporary truce if you will. Should you agree to this meeting, I will be waiting on my ship by the eastern corner of the island in two days’ time. I sincerely hope you shall consider my proposition.

Viggo Grimborn.

The 18-year-old debated the idea in his head. For all he knew this could all be another trap to lure them into a false sense of security, but on the other hand Viggo was a business man, honest to a fault, especially concerning his feud with the young Dragon Rider. It was decided, he and the team would venture to the small island and hear what the Dragon Hunter had to say, staying on alert at all times and keeping their dragons a safe but callable distance away should a speedy escape be necessary.

Clouds blocked the warmth of the Sun as the Dragon Riders touched down on the small unnamed island, disembarking their dragons and instructing them to stay close but hidden. A boat lay on the shore awaiting them, directed straight at Grimborn’s ship. The ride over was easy enough, and once they had all settled and the ‘formalities’ were out of the way, Viggo spoke to Hiccup, who stood at the front of the group.

“I believe I have come to the perfect solution to terminate this little feud once and for all.” The Viking stated bluntly. “Oh, really? Are you going to give up Dragon Hunting and leave the Archipelago and its surrounding water forever? Cause that’s the only solution I see working out for us.” Hiccup replied without fault, gesturing to his team at his last statement. Viggo only chucked. “No my boy, I’m afraid not. It’s simple really. You leave and my Hunters to do our job in peace, and in return, we will return your friend to you, alive.”

Hiccup stalled slightly at that. Why was Viggo suddenly lying to him? It wasn’t like the Leader of the Hunters to lie to his face, he prided himself on his ability to use his quick wit and honesty to throw Hiccup off whenever they faced off. “Nice try, but all of my friends are here beside me, so either you can cut the crap and stop lying to me, or we can just leave and forget this little waste of time even happened.” The older male chuckled once again, only this time, his tone was darker and, though he did not show it, it sent a chilling shiver down Hiccup’s spine. “Oh really? Then you truly have forgotten her. That’s a shame, she always had such high hopes that someday, someday you might remember how much you once meant to each other. I mean, after all, she stayed by your side all throughout you training that Night Fury, cried at your bedside after your mighty battle, and even made the effort to befriend your newest member and your little girlfriend over there when you first discovered her on that beach all those years ago.”iccup whenever he had the chance. H “H-How do you know about all of that? Only the people pf Berk know about those events.” Behind him, he heard Heather and Astrid gasp, but he didn’t dare turn his eyes away from the man in front of him, especially not as he smirked, as if he knew something that could crush Hiccup in an instant, break his sturdy resolve. “Ah, it seems the traitor and her friend have figured it out. Bring the girl forward, brother. Maybe she will help jog your memory, dear boy.”

Ryker disappeared into the crowd for a short moment, before returning with a body dragging behind him by the hair he had wrapped around his fist. From what Hiccup could tell it was a girl, approximately their age. She had (s/c) skin, pale from her captivity and exposed through the cuts across her clothes and her wrists that were chained behind her back. She was thrown to her knees at Viggo’s feet, her back hunched and her form weak, signifying she had been held against her will for quite some time. Ryker took hold of her (h/c) hair again, yanking it back to bring her face into the light, revealing the gag across her mouth and her (e/c) eyes shining with unshed tears of what Hiccup could only assume was fear. Looking into the (e/c) orbs his mind was suddenly racing with flashbacks from his childhood, his memories clouding his head with visions of the past.

*Flashbacks*

“You know I’ll always be there for you, right Hiccup?” --------------------

“It’s not your fault. Your dad just… he’s struggling to see you for the unique person that you are. He loves you; you know that. He just… doesn’t know how to express it in the best way. -------------------

“Hiccup is that a Night Fury? How is it standing so close to you? What have you done?” “I’m training him. (Y/n) this is Toothless. Toothless, meet (y/n), my best friend in the whole world. She’s been there for me since we were little kids, and I just know you two are gonna get along great.”

*Flashbacks End*

“(Y/n)?” Her name comes out in a whisper but is heard by everyone on the ship.

“HA! So the boy does remember you. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted sweetheart?” Ryker taunted, his face dangerously close to (y/n)’s face for Hiccup’s liking. “To finally be seen by him again? For him to remember what you meant to each other all those lonely years ago? What it was like to walk around your pathetic little village beside him, be the most important thing in his world? Oh, how you missed the times you could hold him as he vented his sorrows to you into the early hours of the morning. Those sickeningly sweet times you could tell him how much you cared about him and know he cared about you to? How does it feel little one? Is it everything your innocent little heart desired?” He sneered.

Tears slowly slipped from her eyes, making Hiccup’s eyes widen in realisation. They were never tears of fear. Those tears were ones of sadness. The guilt rose within him. How could he forget someone like you? You had always been there for him, been his confidante and his only friend when the rest of the village saw him only as an outcast, a disappointment to the Haddock name.

“It was quite fortunate that I came to meet the lovely (y/n) here. I’m sure you’d love to hear the story Hiccup. You see, I had decided to pay a little visit to your charming village, gather some information about my adversary. Always pays to be prepared. As I approached the forge, I tuned into a conversation between this lovely young lady and the owner of the establishment. Gobber, I believe is his name. Anyway, I only caught part of her words, describing how she ‘couldn’t understand how he could’ve forgotten me. I was his best friend Gobber, and he just cast me aside like I meant nothing to him.’ He carried on like that for a while longer, and I must say I never took you for that kind of person my boy. After some fatherly advice from the old man, I watched as she left the forge and start back up to where I could only assume where her home is located. She was alone, walking across the empty grounds in the dark, so I decided I would keep her company, guide her somewhere warm, and where better than my ship. She became quite the feisty little lass, so unfortunately had to do this to her. Keep her from waking the entire village. Couldn’t have that now could we my dear?” He placed a thick finger on her cheek, slowly dragging it up and down her face, (y/n) not even bothering to fight it. Hiccup’s heart broke as he listened to Viggo’s words, followed by an intense feeling of rage as he watched him place his hand on her delicate face, almost wiping away the constant flow of tears that fell from her eyes.

“Don’t. Touch. Her.” He practically growled, startling his friends and even Viggo. “Oh, suddenly care about her do you? Now that you see what you left to fend for herself without protection or guidance, you feel the need to be there for her? I’m afraid you’re a little too late for that. You declined my offer of an exchange before even seeing what I had to offer, so I no longer have any use for her.” He pulled a knife from his belt and placed it over (y/n)’s neck, a delicate touch to begin with. “You’re going to watch this Hiccup. You and your pathetic friends are going to watch as I slit her pretty little throat and relieve her of her misery.”

As he moved to pull the knife towards him, a roar sounded. From the darkness Toothless glided onto the ship, his tail whipping to smack the knife away from Viggo’s hand and wrap around the trembling form that was (y/n). Everything else passed by so quickly, Hiccup didn’t even registered what was happening until he was on Toothless’ back and speeding away from the ship with (y/n) sitting across his lap and curled away from him, as though trying to place as much distance between them as she was able. They were all silent as they flew back to Dragon’s Edge, where Hiccup rushed to his hut and placed (y/n)’s now unconscious form on the spare bed and assessing her for any serious wounds or broken bones. When he found none, only little bruises here and there and her wrists raw from the chains, he let out a sigh of relief. He stared down at her sleeping form, reaching a handout to brush the (h/c) lock from her face.

“Is she going to be okay?” Heather asked from the doorway, finally coming into the room after watching Hiccup’s affectionate display. He nodded his head, turning his gaze away from the girl laying in the bed. “She’ll be fine. She’ll need a few days at least to recover, but after that, she’ll be able to go back to life the way it always has been for her.” “Her life hasn’t always been so lonely Hiccup. You of all people should know that. Did you really forget all about her?” Hiccup hung his head in shame, “Yeah, I really did. I have no idea how, but after I woke up from the battle with the Red Death, she never crossed my mind. Not until I saw her next to that… that… Hunter, looking so small and weak. She hasn’t changed at all since we were 15. Her hair’s longer, but that’s it. Exactly the same.” “Her personality hasn’t changed since I met her either, all those years ago.” Heather reminisced with him. “She welcomed me with open arms when you guys first found me. Regardless of how Astrid felt about me, in fact she was the one who convinced Astrid to give me a chance. She never doubted that I was a good person. Made my decision to cross Alvin all the easier. But she always had that underlying sadness hidden in her eyes. She rarely let it out around anyone, but I could see it. She talked about you a lot.  I think that’s when I noticed the sadness. I never asked her about what happened, I just assumed you guys had some sort of fight and things ended badly. You never spoke about her so I figured it would be stupid to ask you about her, but now I know why. You’ve really hurt her Hiccup, and you better figure out a way to fix this, fast. She’s one of my best friends, and I know deep down she’ll always be yours. You’ve got 3 long years of hurt to make up for, so I suggest you make this priority number one. Astrid and I agreed that we would keep her here until things between you were fixed. Think you can put this Viggo stuff aside for a while to fix your mistake?”

Hiccup sighed, running a hand through his chocolate brown locks. “I’ll do my best Heather but know there’s no guarantee she’ll ever forgive me for this. I hurt her bad, this is without a doubt the worst thing I’ve ever done. We’ll tell she’ll stay with me while she’s recovering, and I’ll try to make things better. I don’t how, but I forgot how much I cared about her when we were younger. I’ll make this right, I hope.”

Three weeks had passed, and Hiccup had made very little progress with making things better with (y/n). She had started talking to him again, but other than that she avoided him at all costs. She stayed in her room most of the day, unless pulled out by some other member of the team. Hell, she even spent more time with Snotlout than she did with Hiccup, which irked the Viking to no end.

The team seemed to be a little on the fence about how they treated Hiccup in that time. They all knew he hadn’t meant to hurt her, but that didn’t make it excusable. Toothless had even taken to spending a fair amount of time with (y/n). Hiccup could understand that. True to the flashback he’d had on the boat, his two best friends had formed a fast and strong friendship of their own. (Y/n) absolutely adored the playful Night Fury, just as Toothless loved to throw the girl on his back and bounce around the island with her, making her laugh until her sides hurt.

One night, Heather and Astrid had come over for a Girls’ Night In, banishing Hiccup to the living room where he could hear only their incessant giggling, making him smile for a short while before quickly becoming the most irritating sound in history. Suddenly, the laughter stopped, leaving Hiccup confused. He closed the book he had been reading and quietly made his way to the doorway to (y/n)’s room.

“Seriously (n/n), you should move to The Edge with the rest of us.” He heard Astrid say. “It would take us no time at all to build you a hut of your own, and we could help you find a dragon too. C’mon, what do you say? Will you join our crazy crew?” She finished, mimicking a pirate accent and making (y/n) and Heather giggle. Hiccup’s heart fluttered at the idea of (y/n) staying with them permanently; he still had so much to make up for. “I dunno Astrid. It sounds great, but I have a life back on Berk. Granted it’s not the best life, but I’m content. If I’m gonna be honest with you, I’ve been better since you guys left for The Edge. Not having to see Hiccup every day in the marketplace, or soaring above the village, it’s made it easier to cope. Coming here, spending all day every day with him, would only make things worse for me. I mean it’s clear he doesn’t give a damn about me. He only put on that whole caring act to try and keep them from killing me. It wouldn’t have been such a bad thing when I think about it. Dying. I mean, I don’t matter to anyone, nobody would miss me if I just disappeared, they wouldn’t even care.”

Hiccup had heard enough, he slammed the partially closed door wide open, a resounding bang echoing through the house as it smacked the wall. All three girls’ heads snapped to see a fuming Hiccup, fists clenched and jaw set. “Astrid, Heather, could you two please go back to your huts? I need to have a little chat with (y/n). Alone.”

The two girls quickly stood from their places on the bed, shooting a look to (y/n) that said ‘sorry’ and rushed from the room, closing the front door behind them before Hiccup started talking.

“How could you possibly think that (y/n)? That no one would miss you. The team would miss you, Toothless, my dad, Gobber, they’d all miss you. I… I’d miss you.” (Y/n) scoffed, standing up from the bed. “Don’t kid yourself Hiccup. You wouldn’t miss me? How could you? Up until three weeks ago you didn’t even remember who I was, that I even existed. The others would get over it. They all have friends and family to get them through. I, on the other hand, don’t have anyone. Haven’t since the day you turned your back on me.” “I didn’t mean for that to happen. I don’t know why I forgot about you. I just did. Why didn’t you come up to me, say something?” “Oh yeah like it’s that easy to just walk up to the saviour of Berk and have a casual conversation. I tried Hiccup, many times. It was like you couldn’t even hear me.” “Well, maybe if you had tried harder-” As soon as the words slipped out of his mouth, he knew he’d done it again. He screwed up, and (y/n) had reached her limit.

“I LOVED YOU HICCUP! ALL THROUGH YOU BEING A REJECT AND FEELING UNLOVED BY YOUR DAD, I WAS ALWAYS THERE LOVING YOU!  YOU NEVER NOTICED THOUGH, OF COURSE YOU DIDN’T! I WAS ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE, SUPPORTING YOU AND VOWING TO NEVER LEAVE YOUR SIDE AND WHAT DO YOU TURN AROUND AND DO?! YOU LEAVE ME ALONE THE MOMENT PEOPLE STARTED RESPECTING YOU, AS IF I HADN’T DONE THAT FROM THE DAY I MET YOU! I WAS LEFT TO RESTART MY LIFE WITHOUT ANYONE THERE TO CARE ABOUT ME! TO ASK ME IF I WAS OKAY! BECAUSE THE ONE PERSON, THE ONE PERSON I NEVER THOUHT WOULD ABANDON ME DID JUST THAT! YOU ABANONED ME HICCUP! DID YOU EVEN NOTICE WHEN I MOVED OUT OF THE HOUSE TO LIVE WITH GOBBER?! DIDN’T YOU EVER WONDER WHY THE BEDROOM NEXT TO YOURS WAS SUDDENLY SO EMPTY?! DID YOU REALISE THAT I WAS SO BROKEN WHEN YOU LEFT ME WITHOUT EVEN AN EXPLANATION AS TO WHY?!YOU WERE ALL I HAD, EVEN BEFORE MY DAD WAS KILLED, OR DID YOU FORGET THAT TOO?! GOD, AFTER ALL THESE YEARS BEING IN PAIN I CAN ONLY WONDER HOW I’M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!”

There was dead silence after (y/n) had finished her rant. She stood there, her breathing heavy from all the shouting she had done, before she moved around the room collecting the things she had been given to live away from her home. She stuffed them into the bag she had made and walked past a still frozen Hiccup, heading for the front door. Hiccup seemed to snap out of his trance and followed, asking her where she was going, his voice quiet and almost like a strained squeak. “I’m going to stay the night at Astrid’s, and tomorrow I’m getting her to take me back home to Berk. I think it would be best if we just didn’t interact again, stay apart from each other. That shouldn’t be too hard for you, you’ve had three years practice.” She shot coldly, “Goodbye Hiccup Haddock.”

The use of his last name in her departure made it all the more crushing to hear the thud of the door closing behind her. (Y/n) was gone, and Hiccup never even got the chance to tell her how sorry he was, because once again, he had messed up and let the most important thing is his life slip away.

The next morning, Hiccup burst from his hut, running as fast as he could in the direction of Astrid’s. He had been up the whole night, thinking about everything that had happened during the fight and sorting through his emotions. He knew what he had to do, and he needed to do it before he lost all his nerve.

When he opened the door to Astrid’s hut, he wasn’t surprised to see the entire gang in the large living room, saying their goodbyes to (y/n). She had made quite the impact of each of their lives and had them promise they would visit her on Berk soon.

Everyone fell silent when Hiccup appeared in the doorway, but he focussed only on (y/n) striding forward and dodging everyone’s attempts to prevent him from getting any closer. He gripped her arms firmly, yet not so hard that he would hurt her. He would never do that again. With his last burst of sleep-deprivation-inspired confidence, he pulled her forward and smashed his lips onto hers. He felt her gasp, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, trying to coax even the slightest reaction from her. Hearing a satisfying, soft moan and feeling her lips starting to respond to the movement of his, he smiled into the kiss. After a few more moments, he pulled away gently, noses barely brushing against each other and content smiles on both faces.

“I’m sorry (y/n). I’m so, so sorry. I never meant to hurt you in any way,, and it kills me to think of all the pain I’ve put you through over the past three years. Please, give me one more chance. I promise you, I will never hurt you again. I love you far too much to let it happen again. I spent the whole night thinking about it, yes I’m in love with you. Have been since the day I introduce you to Toothless. You are the most important person in my life, and if you would let me, I’d like to become the most important person in yours again.”

(Y/n) looked at him sceptically, “How do I know you won’t break your promise and forget me again? How do I know you won’t hurt me?” “Because I never break my promises, I am never letting you leave my side again and you just know without a doubt that Astrid and Heather would kill me and hand you my remains in a basket if I ever screwed up this bad ever again.” “Don’t you doubt it for a moment, dragon-boy.” Astrid laughed, enjoying the sight before her.

“Alright Hiccup. I’ll give you one more chance, but you’ve gotta do one more thing for me.” “Anything. Name it and I’ll do it, I promise.” (Y/n) smiled softly, “Kiss me again, you ginormous dork.” Hiccup chuckled at that, “I think that can be arranged, my lady. Come here.” Wrapping his arms around her waist, her hands winding up to clutch gently at his short, soft hair, their lips met again, the promise of a wonderful future being sealed with their kiss.

Forgotten memories restored, treasured for all time, and the promise of many more treasured moments to come in the future, their story began again.

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HTTYD

Series Masterlist Hybrid - Ongoing

Hiccup Forgotten Memories

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Excluded

I am genuinely saddened by the lack of Harry fics there are out here!

Harry sat by the window in the Seventh-Floor corridor, gazing out to the moonlit grounds leading to the Forbidden Forest. He couldn’t bear to be in the Common Room right now. He caught the sound of gentle humming approaching him, and he turned his head to see you walking towards him. Great, this is what, and part of who, he was hoping to avoid. “Hey Harry. What are you doing out here? I thought you’d be in the Common Room, this time of night.” You sat next to him on the window ledge, your body turned so you could make eye contact with him. Harry managed a small forced smile toward the (s/c) skinned beauty before him. “Hey (y/n), just… gazing at the grounds I guess. Don’t really feel like going in to the Common Room just yet.”

You frowned at his words. You had been one of Harry’s best friends for years, even longer than Hermione and Ron. You had met him at the Primary School you had both attended before finding out about your magical abilities; you knew something was wrong. “Are you okay Harry? You look like something’s bothering you.” Harry shook his head, “No (n/n), I’m fine. Just wanted to enjoy the scenery from a different window is all.” “Well then, mind of I join you? It does look great from this window.” “Um, I’d prefer to just be alone for a while, if that’s okay.” “Really?” You asked, “Are you sure? I really wouldn’t mind keeping you comp-“ “(Y/n), I just want to be alone okay!” Harry raised his voice, the tones echoing through the empty hallway. Your eyes widened at his outburst, then narrowed. “Okay what’s wrong? You never raise you voice to anyone, least of all me, unless you’re upset about something. Now spill, or I’m going to ask Hermione what’s going on.” You turned and made to walk away, but Harry’s hand shot out to wrap around your wrist, holding you back. “NO! Don’t ask her anything, she probably doesn’t even know what’s wrong. I doubt any of them know, or even really care.” He released your wrist when he could be sure you wouldn’t walk off, and then slumped back into his original position.

“Harry what are you talking about? Of course they all care about you. Why would you think such a thing?” You looked at his posture, slumped against the wall of the window, a mixed look of defeat that you had gotten something out of him, and sadness over whatever was bothering him. You took you place beside him again, clasping one of his hands in yours, your thumb rubbing gentle circles across the top of his hand, softly urging him to talk to you. He sighed, lifting his head to make eye contact with your soft (e/c) eyes.

“They’ve all been avoiding me (y/n), even Ron and Hermione. They barely talk to me anymore, they avoid me anywhere we go, and they’ve been going out and doing things without even thinking about inviting me. I found out today that everyone, everyone in our friends group, went out to Hogsmeade today. I didn’t even know we had a trip scheduled for today. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, but I can’t take much more of this (y/n). I didn’t think they would ever do this to me, that you would eve do this to me.” He finished with a hurt expression, pulling his hand out of yours, remembering why he had hoped to avoid you in the first place. Your eyes widened, hurt flashing in your eyes too. “Harry I… I had no idea, I swear. I didn’t even go out today. I spent the day in the library trying to catch up on my homework for all the classes I missed after that accident during the last Quidditch match. You know I’d never do that to you. Are you sure nothing’s happened? You guys didn’t have a fight over the last few weeks of Summer Vacation?” “No, up until that last week I didn’t hear anything from anyone, you know that. They avoided me then too. The whole time I was at the Burrow, after the first night, I spent getting to know Bill and Charlie and helping Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen.”

Your heart broke at his words. You had known about the lack of communication from everyone on Harry’s end from all the time you had spent together, but you hadn’t known Hermione had turned up at the Burrow too, or that Harry would be even lonelier there than he had been staying with the Dursleys. The idea filled you with rage, but for the time being you pushed it aside in favour of figuring out a way to lift Harry’s spirits. “Do you have your cloak with you Harry?” he gave you a puzzled look, nodding sharply. You smiled, “Let’s go out to the Lake. I’ve heard it’s quite peaceful there this time of night. We can stay there as long as you’d like, do whatever you want. What do you say?” The idea made him smile, “Sure. Let’s go.”

Standing, you took his hand in yours once again and pulled him up, wrapping the Invisibility Cloak around the two of you and rushing out to the Black Lake. You sat there for hours, Harry leaning against the old tree and you sitting between his legs with your back against his torso. You had cast a warming charm on your clothes to keep the cold away from your skin, and for extra comfort, Harry had wrapped his arms around your middle, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling your comforting scent of Pineapple and Coconut, his messy mop of hair lightly tickling your cheek. When you noticed Harry’s eyes drooping and his breathing slowing down, against your will, you gently shook him back into consciousness and guided him back into the Castle and to the Gryffindor Common Room. You snuck into the boys’ dormitory and tucked Harry into bed, placing a gentle kiss to his forehead and bidding him goodnight, receiving a surprising kiss to your cheek and a soft thankyou from the sleepy 16-year-old. With a smile on your face, you tip-toed back down the stairs and up to your dormitory.

The next morning, Harry woke with a small smile on his face, the memories of the night before filling his mind with positive thoughts about the day ahead. He honestly couldn’t care less if his other friends didn’t speak to him today. As long as you spent the day with him, he’d be just fine. He changed quickly, hoping to catch you before you went down for breakfast. He transfigured an old lolly wrapper into a/n (f/c) (f/f) and jumped down the stairs, halting a few steps from the bottom when he heard your voice. He could hear that you were mad, and out of curiosity, he poked his head around the corner of the staircase, keeping himself as hidden as possible. He saw every single one of his Gryffindor friends in front of you, heads hanging down in shame as you glared at each of them, both collectively and somehow individually simultaneously.

“He needs you, all of you. He needs his friends. Why are you ignoring him? After everything he’s been through over the last two years alone, what would prompt you to shut him out completely?!” “We thought he needed some space.” Ginny bravely spoke up from her place beside Dean, her eyes immediately darting back to the floor as you focused your gaze solely on her. “Space? SPACE?! He watched Cedric die for no reason, ALONE! Not even 6 months ago he watched Sirius as he fell through a Veil of Lost Souls. Padfoot would still be here with us if he hadn’t touched that damn veil, but instead Harry had to watch as his Godfather left him, AGAIN, leaving the only family he had left to be those awful Dursleys he has to spend every summer with, and Remus. Remus is the closest connection he has to his dad now, but he’s currently grieving himself, and he can’t be there for Harry and mourn the loss of his only remaining best friend at the same time. I spent practically the whole summer with Harry, and you know what I found out the week before school started? NONE OF YOU HAD BEEN IN CONTACT WITH HIM!!! NOT EVEN ONCE!!! Not one single letter from anyone but me when I was visiting family in Australia for one week. 104 days or Summer Vacation, and none of you sent him a SINGLE LETTER!!!”

Your voice was steadily rising in volume, making even Harry wince as he watched you tell off your friends. Your eyes turned to Hermione, who lived only a few suburbs over from Little Whinging, and your glare could have sliced though her like a hot knife through butter. “Hermione, you only live a couple of suburbs over, and I know from all the letters you sent me that you didn’t travel anywhere. Would an invitation out somewhere or even a simple phone call have killed you?! And you, Ginny and Ron,” Ron visibly shrunk back as he was brought into the conversation, “Harry told me last night that you guys avoided him the whole week he was at the Burrow; that he spent the whole time with Mrs. Weasley and Bill and Charlie. You left him with people he didn’t even know and a woman who, as wonderful as she is, spends almost her whole day either in the kitchen or doing housework. Harry gets enough of that crap from his aunt and uncle! Do ANY of you have any IDEA what he went through this summer? That the one week I was away he fell so far into depression even Mrs. Dursley got worried. Harry doesn’t know this, but the moment I got home she came over and begged me to go with her and get Harry out of his near CATATONIC state. She may not be the nicest person to him, but I realised that that’s all nothing but an act for her pig of a husband. She loves Harry, and seeing her sister’s son like that was killing her. He wasn’t eating, wasn’t sleeping, and the moment I managed to make eye contact with him, he broke down in my arms. We didn’t spend a single night apart until Dumbledore took him to the Burrow. Whether it was at my house, or at his, I couldn’t leave him alone at night. I was so scared he would do something stupid, that I- that WE might lose him!”

Harry was shocked at those words. Not only did his aunt actually care about him in her own, strange way, but you had been worried he would take his own life after everything he had been through. The though had crossed his mind once or twice the week you had been away, but as soon as the thought had entered his mind, the daily letter from you had arrived, describing the fun you were having and how much you missed him, how you couldn’t wait to give him his presents and have a late celebration of his birthday with him. It would make him smile, just the slightest hint of a lip curled upwards, knowing you still cared about him and loved him, though obviously in the same way he loved you. He had hung on for you, and you had come home at the perfect time to reassure him that you were real, that you were there for him and it wasn’t all just words and empty promises. He tuned back in to the conversation as Hermione spoke up, her voice timid and weak from the words you had been throwing at them.

“(Y/n), we didn’t know. We just thought he would need some time to himself to get through everything. And, you know, we don’t feel about him the same way as you do, it’s not like-“ “Of course you Berks* didn’t know!” You cut Hermione off, your rage ever present, “You never bother to check on him. Not ONCE. ALL SUMMER! I was the only one he could turn to, the only one to hold him and assure him everything would be fine, that he was loved, and all of that work went down the bloody toilet the day after he got to the Burrow. He didn’t need to be left alone and have all these thoughts and emotions swimming through his head, and he most DEFINITELY didn’t need my crush on him weighing him down on top of it all. Yes, Hermione, I love Harry in a completely different way than anyone else here, but that means absolutely nothing when it’s his FRIENDS who make him feel even worse. You two especially,” you pointed a finger towards Ron and Hermione, “you two are his best friends, he considers you his siblings, the people he values and loves most in his life. I swear to Merlin he loves you two more than I love him.”

Harry’s head was reeling. You loved him, and by the sounds of the comparisons you were making, you loved him a hell of lot more than he thought he could be loved.

“I’m just a friend. No matter how much I may wish it were different, that’s the truth of it right now. I’ve known Harry long enough to know that he needs his best friends more than anything else at the moment. I’m ashamed of all of you, and now that I’m done screaming at you, I want you to get out of here so I don’t have to look at you. I don’t want to see you until you’ve made things better with Harry, and no half-arsed, bull excuse as to why you’ve avoided him or some sorry excuse for an apology, tell him the truth, and spend the rest of your friendships with him making it better. He’ll forgive you almost instantly, I know him, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t have to be a good apology. Now go before Harry gets down here, you’ve been making him feel terrible for months and he doesn’t need to start his day with that sort of emotion.”

Everyone left without a word, moving quickly to get away from you, but not so quickly that it made it look like they were scared of what you might do if they stuck around for too long. You stayed in front of the fire, straight-backed and stony-faced until the Portrait Door closed, then your whole demeanour changed. Your shoulders slumped, a loud exhale of breath being the only sound as you walked to the couch and practically fell into it. You buried your face in your hands, and Harry watched as your shoulder shook and soft sobs left your lips, wiping the tears away hastily in case he stepped into the room. He watched for a few moments more, letting you get some emotion out of your system before tentatively stepping off the last step loud enough to make you turn your head.

“Harry! Good morning. Did you sleep well?” You smiled, the only trace of your previous sadness being the glassy look in your eyes. Harry’s heart swelled at the strong façade you had out on for his benefit, but he couldn’t feign ignorance to everything he had just witnessed. “Morning (n/n). I slept great, thanks. You know you don’t have to cry for me right?” “W-what? I wasn’t crying. What makes you think I-” Your eyes had widened and your stuttering only made him smile a tad wider. “(Y/n), I saw everything. You don’t have to hide it from me. I saw you stand up for me to everyone.” He walked forwards and sat beside her, pulling her into a hug from the side, holding her tight in his arms as she broke down again. “It’s just so unfair Harry. You’ve been through so much crap from the moment you turned 11, and they decide to just leave you alone to wander what you’d done wrong. I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have gotten involved, I-I was out of line. I’ll stay out from now on, I promise. I guess I just kind of lost it.” Don’t apologise (y/n), please. Thank you for sticking up for me, for calling everyone out on what they were doing. Turns out you know me better than I know myself. But I must admit I’m a little disappointed.”

You looked up at him in confusion, asking him what he meant. He only responded by pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss, not pushing the feeling until you began kissing back. Your lips danced together perfectly, the kiss lasting a few perfect moments before a necessity pulled you reluctantly away from each other. Harry smiled as he rested his forehead against your and chuckled softly. “You know me so well, yet you don’t appear to know exactly how much I actually love you. Just for your information, I don’t love anybody as much as I love you.”

You grinned widely at him, biting one half of your bottom lip gently before pulling Harry closer by his scarlet and gold tie, “Then I believe that’s one more thing we have in common Mr. Potter.” You laughed as he grinned cheekily, “Well then Miss (l/n), shall we continue sitting here, or shall we go downstairs for some much needed breakfast?” “Maybe in a few more minutes.” You replied, pulling him in for another sweet kiss before leaving Gryffindor Tower with your hands clasped together, and a/n (f/c) (f/f) flower in your hair, tucked in behind your ear.

*Berks is a British term for idiots, meant as an insult.

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Harry Potter

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Birthday Forgotten

Reader’s POV

Today started out so great. I woke up with a smile on my face, a special message from FRIDAY, my heart leaping out of chest in anticipation for the day, and a spring in my step as I skipped into the kitchen. Today was my birthday, and even though it was my first ever birthday without any of my family with me, I was still excited to spend it with my second family, my team.

The first people I saw for the day was Sam, Steve, and Bucky, who were sitting at the table with a coffee in their hands and, in Steve’s case, a newspaper in front of his face. I smiled at my friends, pouring myself a tea and grabbing my cereal, seating myself in front of the trio.

“Morning boys. Beautiful day isn’t it?” I chirped. Steve glanced up from his paper to give me a smile, Bucky gave me a brief hug, and Sam turned his head my way. “Morning (n/n). Yeah, I guess it is a nice day out. Perfect weather for the morning run we had just before.” I smiled again, starting to wonder if they had perhaps forgotten. “That’s nice Sammy. So, you guys got anything planned for today? Anything… special in mind?” Bucky gave me an odd look. “Nope. Nothing special planned. Just a regular day hanging out in the tower Common Room. Wanna join us?” My smile faltered. They forgot. “Oh, uh, no thanks, I’m good. I think I’ll go annoy Tony, Bruce and Loki or spar with Clint, Vision, Thor, and Pietro. I’ll see you guys later I guess.”

They returned my farewell, and I quickly moved to the elevator, pressing the button for the training floor. Perhaps Clint, Piet and Vision had remembered. Natasha and Wanda were currently out of the country on a mission, so I knew it was a long shot that I would get any messages from them today, but before they left they promised they would celebrate with me as soon as they got back.

My hopes were dashed there too. All I had received was an offer to spar with them and an invite to maybe play some video games with them later. I declined, my spirits slowly falling further as I made my way to the lab. Surely Tony and Bruce hadn’t forgotten.

When I got to the lab, only Tony and Loki occupied the large room, Tony sitting with his head bent over his latest project idea blueprints and Loki leaning against the closest wall. “Hey Tony, Loki. Where’s Bruce? It’s kinda weird seeing the Science Bros split up with one in the lab.”

Tony’s head lifted from the schematics, a smile on his face. “Hey (y/n), Brucey is out on a coffee run. We’ve been at this since like 3am. What brings you down here babe?” My smile faltered again, but I covered it up before either man could notice. “Oh, just wanted to come down and see how my two favourite nerds and my favourite prankster were doing. You know you guys should really get more sunlight. You’re gonna start looking like Vampires you stay cooped up in here much longer.” Tony chuckled, “Yeah, you might be right there (y/n). We’ll have to look into getting out some more during the day. Now angel, you know I absolutely love you joining us down here for some fun sciencey experiments and making explosions of pretty colours, but Bruce and I are about to start testing a pretty dangerous prototype, and I wouldn’t dream of putting your pretty face in harm’s way. I’ll call you down as soon as we’re done and we can have some fun later okay?”

My face completely fell at that. Even Tony and Loki forgot my birthday, and it seemed like Bruce had too. Not one of the guys remembered. My heart broke clean in half. “Oh, no, sure.” I stated quickly, trying to keep my voice from breaking. “You guys have fun. Call me down when you’re done. We’ll, uh, we’ll mix together some chemicals and create some cool effects. Yeah, okay, bye Tony.”

After leaving the lab I made my way up to my room. It was late afternoon at this point, so most of my birthday had passed me by without a single reason to really celebrate. I changed into some loose cotton pants and a baggy t-shirt before curling up on my bed, letting my façade break down and the tears spill from my eyes, my sobs, chocking my breaths and jolting my entire body. I missed my family, wishing they were here to make me feel loved, cause at the moment, I didn’t feel that at all.

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After what seemed like forever, I heard a knock at my door, followed by Bruce’s voice, asking if he could come in. I cleared my throat and called out that he could open the door and wiped my eyes as he opened the door. Maybe someone had finally remembered.

“Hey (y/n). I came up to ask if you wanted to join me and Tony in the lab. He said you came down earlier to hang out, and we’re done testing out the dangerous stuff, so he sent me up to get you.” Of course he didn’t remember. What was I thinking, hoping he, of all people would?

“Uh, no thanks Bruce, I’m not feeling too good, so I’m just gonna try and get to sleep early. Don’t wanna be getting sick now do I?” Bruce seemed to hear the croak in my voice, then I saw his eyes sweep over my face, noticing my undoubtedly red, puffy eyes. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying.” “Yeah I’m fine. Just thinking about my family is all. I miss them, ya know.” “well do you want me to stay and keep you company? I haven’t got anything else I need to do today, we can sit in bed and snuggle, watch some movies. What’dya say?”

My heart shattered a little more at his words. “No thanks. I’m all good. I just, um, need some time to myself. I’ll be fine, really. You can go back down to Tony. I’ll, um, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” He looked like he wanted to say something, but let the matter go, placing a kiss on my head and leaving me to my own thoughts again.

What a crappy birthday.

2nd Person POV

Bruce stood outside (y/n)’s bedroom door, frowning. Something else was going on with her, he could tell. He made his way downstairs to the Common Room, where all of the boys were sitting watching a football game. “Hey guys, did any of you notice something off with (y/n) today?” he asked, grabbing everyone’s attention.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky all shook their heads. “Nah man, she was all smiles and rainbows this morning at breakfast. Haven’t seen her since though.” Sam responded, his brow furrowing, wondering exactly WHY he hadn’t see the perky (h/c) head during the day. “Same here,” Pietro called out, “she came to zhe training room earlier today smiling, said somezhing about vhat ve had planned for today, zhen left.” Vision and Clint echoed their agreement with Pietro’s statement. “Well I just went to see her. Tony promised after we finished working on our prototype she could come down and hang with us, but she was all curled up in bed already. She had been crying, said she was thinking about her family, but what was weird is she turned me down when I offered to spend the night cuddling with her and watching movies.”

The rest of the guys shared a worried look. (Y/n) never turned down the opportunity to cuddle with any of them, no matter how she was feeling. It was her favourite thing to do next to playing small pranks on them. And they had noticed before, the day that had started out so beautiful had turned dark and cold, a rainstorm coming out of nowhere. They realised then it was (y/n)’s powers reacting to her emotions. “Wow, that’s unusual. Maybe we should go see if she’s okay.” Steve suggested, only for Bruce to shake his head. “She said she just wanted to be left alone for the night. Hopefully, she’ll be better by the morning.” They all agreed they would check on her after breakfast the next morning if she hadn’t made an appearance by then, then made their ways to their own floors for some rest.

The following morning had all of the boys more concerned than the previous night. Steve, who’s floor was just above (y/n)’s, had spent the majority of the night listening to her cry, her sobs pushing through the layer separating their floors and echoing in his ears thanks to his Super Soldier enhanced hearing. She had finally fallen asleep at around 4 in the morning, and Steve had snuck down to her room to see tears staining her delicate (s/c) skin, her cheeks red and her pillow transparent from the amount of tears she had shed. The rain continued outside, pouring from the sky and not showing any signs of clearing up any time soon. They agreed to let her sleep, voting to check on her later in the afternoon once they could be sure she’d had a lest a good 8 hours of sleep.

When it was just past noon, the boys were gathered around the television again, a movie playing but none of them really paying attention to it. Their heads turned as the elevator doors opened, hoping (y/n) had woken and come down to join them, back to her normal, cheerful self. Instead they were met with the puffed out, soaked to the bone figures of Natasha and Wanda, rushing into the room and scanning the bodies, obviously not finding (y/n) amongst the crowd.

“Hey, how was yesterday, did (y/n) have a good day? What’d you guys get up to for her?” Natasha panted, clutching at her side and attempting to wring out her hair. The other two female Avengers had booked it from the Meeting Room after Fury had debriefed them, wanting to spend the rest of the day with (y/n) to make up for not getting home in time for her birthday.

The guys shared a look of confusion. “Uh, yesterday was okay I guess?” Bucky responded warily. Something was going on, something only the girls seemed to be aware of. “I think (y/n) had an okay day, She was pretty cheery in the morning, but she started feeling a little down in the evening. Said she was missing her family, went to bed early and everything.” Bruce stated.

Natasha and Wanda shared a look, their faces portraying something that resembled a mixture of sadness, annoyance, and anger. “You guys DO know what yesterday was, right?” Natasha asked, almost daring them to give her the answer she feared they had. “Um, no?” Vision responded, trying his very best not to cower away from the glare he and the others were receiving from the girls. “What, was it the anniversary of the accident? I thought that was a couple months ago?” Steve asked.

Natasha’s heart sank as she turned to her friend, her expression shocked. “Oh God, zhey forgot.” Wanda stated, devastated. “(Y/n) is probably crushed, sitting in her room, heartbroken.”

“Okay seriously, what was yesterday?!” Tony exclaimed. “What could possibly be so important about yesterday that Has Mother Nature all sulky in her room?” He hadn’t meant for it to come out so rude, but he, along with the rest of the guys, felt pretty annoyed that they were obviously missing something. “Well TONY” Natasha practically snarled, “yesterday was, as you so eloquently named her, was Mother Nature’s BIRTHDAY! First one without any blood relatives around too. In case you forgot, her cousin died four months ago on a mission, leaving her without a single member of her family left.”

There was dead silence. Natasha and Wanda were fuming, not believing that EVERY SINGLE ONE of the boys had forgotten their friend’s birthday. The boys’ jaws had dropped. “Th-that’s not possible. Her birthday is-“ “(B/d). Also known as YESTERDAY Loki.” Wanda sneered over Loki’s feeble stuttering. “Fuck.” Steve swore, though everyone was too shocked to notice the out of character statement.

“You guys are UNBELIEVABLE!!” Natasha started screaming. “AFTER EVERYHTING THAT BEAUTIFUL GIRL DOES FOR ALL OF YOU, YOU FORGET THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY EVER?! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!” Wanda took over at this. “HOW COULD YOU BOYS BE SO INSENSITIVE?! SHE IS THERE FOR YOU GUYS NO MATTER WHAT THE SITUATION. HELL, SHE ONCE BROKE EVERY ASGARDIAN RULE SET IN PLACE BECAUSE YOU WERE FALSELY IMPRISONED LOKI! SHE ALMOST DIED MORE THAN ONCE DIVING IN FRONT OF A SHOT MEANT FOR ONE OF US BECAUSE WE WEREN’T LOOKING! HOW MANY TIMES HAS SHE SAID SHE CAN’T IMAGINE HER LIFE WITHOUT ONE OF YOU! WHO BELIEVED IN YOU NO MATTER WHAT YOUR PAST WAS BUCKY?! WHO DIDN’T LEAVE YOUR SIDE ONCE AS YOU SLOWLY ADJUSTED TO THE NEW WORLD STEVE?!”

The boys slowly cowered under the dagger-sharp gazes of the two women in front of them. Clint and Steve were like father-figures to Wanda, but at that moment, they felt like mere little boys who were being reprimanded by their mother as she glared at them.

“Okay, you know what? I can’t even look at any of you right now. I’m going to go and see (y/n), make sure she hasn’t become dehydrated from the amount I just know she’s cried. You had better find a way to fix this, or none of you will be able to stop me from making sure you never, EVER reproduce.” Natasha growled, making each of the men shiver at the thought. She and Wanda turned away from the room, making their way back to the elevator.

When the two women approached their friend’s door, their hearts broke to hear sniffles and soft sobs coming from inside the room. Natasha slowly opened the door, peaking in to see (y/n) still curled up in her bed, her hair a knotted mess from her night of tossing and turning and her shoulders shaking from her suppressed sobs. Both she and Wanda quietly slipped into the room, approaching the bed and sitting on the edge whilst placing a hand each on (y/n)’s back. She turned to see her friends, her eyes red and puffy from hours of sobbing and tear marks staining her cheeks.

“Oh sveetheart.” Wanda cooed. “Ve are so sorry ve missed your special day. Ve tried so hard to get home in time, but ve just couldn’t.” “W-Wanda? N-N-Nat? W-When did y-you guys g-get home?” (Y/n) spoke, her voice breaking and stuttering as she attempted to control her sobs. “Not too long ago babochka. We just had to make a quick stop and dismember the boys for what they did to you. Do you wanna talk about it?” Nat asked, raising a hand to stroke her friend’s hair. (Y/n) just shook her head, tears spilling from her eyes once again. Honestly, she was surprised she had any left to shed. She had been crying since early last night. She slid to the middle of her bed, allowing room for Nat and Wanda to cuddle up to her on each side, sandwiching her between them and wrapping their arms around her shaking frame and resting their heads beside hers. They stayed like that for a few hours, waiting for (y/n)’s cries to finally subside. When she was finally able to sit up and wipe her eyes, Wanda spoke up, “C’mon anđeo, let’s go out to celebrate. Ve promised after all, and ve don’t like to break promises. Nat and I even bought you a beautiful dress you can vear tonight. Ve saw it in a Venice market and couldn’t help but buy it for you.”

A few more hours had passed, and (y/n) was putting on the finishing touches to her makeup. The dress Natasha and Wanda had bought her was truly beautiful. It was (d/l) and (f/c), simple yet accentuating her (b/s) figure in all the right places. The sizing was absolutely perfect and matched her favourite jewellery set to a T. She smiled at herself, her (e/c) eyes shining with happiness for the first time in over 24 hours. The red had almost completely disappeared and thanks to her skills with makeup, you could barely see any traces of puffiness around her face. Her (s/c) skin practically glowed as she stepped out of her bathroom to greet Natasha and Wanda, who were both as elegantly dressed as her. “Well, what do you think? Do I look okay?” “Divan!” “Oglushayushchiy!” they both replied. (Y/n) chuckled. “In English please? I only speak English and a little Italian.” They both laughed and, almost simultaneously, responded with “Stunning!” “Okay, I made Tony hand over one of his credit cards, so we’re going to one of the best night clubs in New York. We’re gonna drink, dance, and have a great night and not pay a single dime.” Natasha smirked evilly. (Y/n) and Wanda laughed at their friend, before the three girls left the bedroom and headed for the elevator. FRIDAY informed them that there was a limo waiting to take them to their destination and that all of the males had already retired for the night.

When they arrived at the club the music was pouring out of the doors and windows, the bass making the ground around the building vibrate. The girls giggled as they made their way through the front door and up the stairs to the top floor.

(Y/n) pushed open the heavy door to be met with a loud chorus of “SURPRISE!!!” as she walked in. Her eyes widened at the sight of a ginormous banner that stretched across the room, large block lettering spelling out ‘WE’RE SORRY/HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY’ and, standing underneath it in their best dancing outfits, were Tony, Steve, Clint, Bucky, Sam, Pietro, Thor, Loki, Vision and Bruce.

Her eyes filled with tears as she looked upon her friends, her hear swelling with the love they were showing through, not only the smiles on their faces, but the bunches of (f/f) in each of their hands. The music hummed softly in the background as (y/n) walked towards her friends, tears starting to slip from her eyes once again, only this time, from happiness. Thank God for water-proof makeup.

“(N/n), we are so, so, SO SO SO sorry we forgot about your birthday. We know it doesn’t make up for what we did, but we just want you to know we love you.” Steve said as he walked forward, placing a kiss on her cheek and the flowers in her arms. “You’re always there for us, no matter what the situation, and none of us can believe how selfish we were to forget about the best day of our lives; the day you were born.” Bucky continued, also placing flowers in her hand and a kiss on her cheek. “Without that day, there would be no you, and we can’t have that.” Tony repeated the action. “Who would we have to cuddle without any objections?” Bruce followed. “Or play pranks with?” Loki stated. “Or give piggyback rides to?” Pietro approached. “Or talk to in the early hours of the morning?” Vision questioned. “Who would come on morning runs with me to keep me company whilst the Super Nuts lapped me repeatedly?” Sam asked, causing (y/n) to laugh. “Who would accompany my thunder with all the rain to make my travels between Midgard and Asgard seem like approaching storms and make it easy for me to arrive unnoticed?” Thor proclaimed as he approached (y/n). “And, finally, who would we possibly have to love with all our hearts, unconditionally and unendingly? We love you so much (n/n), and we hope you can forgive us.” Clint finished up, the final bunch of flowers being placed in her arms and one last kiss to her now flushed cheeks.

“You guys, I… I don’t know what to say. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Of course I forgive you. I could never stay mad at you. You made a mistake, and as long as you fixed it, everything is going to be fine. Thank you so much.” (y/n) cried, tears flowing down her face as she walked up to and hugged the life out of each of her boys. “I love you guys with all my heart. Thanks for making my day special, even if it was a little late.”

With the problem set behind them, the DJ turned up the music, followed by the lights changing colour and illuminating the room like a rainbow. The Avengers danced the night away, and (y/n) couldn’t have been happier that she got to celebrate a special night with the most special people in her life.

[evvy96]

Belong

*This happens after the events of Age Of Ultron* *Swearing* *Violence and Mild Gore*

“You put everyone in danger!” “I saved your ass! The only person in danger was the idiot HYDRA agent who thought sneaking up behind Captain America when he doesn’t have someone right on his six was a good idea. You’d think they would have learnt, the number of times I’ve kicked their asses based off just that train of thought.” “That is not the point (y/n). I’m grateful you covered my six when I lost my concentration, but the way you did it was irresponsible and if the team had lost you the mission would have been pointless and we all would have been compromised.”

“Oh my God, are they still going at each other’s throats? We got back from the mission like 5 hours ago and they started before we even left the HYDRA bunker.” Clint whined as he walked from the kitchen to the common room, a tray of hot chocolate held in front of him for the rest of the Avengers to grab a mug. It was tradition for the team to gather in the common room of the Tower and watch a movie together after a mission, like a destressing exercise of sorts. Each person took their turns choosing a movie, and tonight was (y/n)’s. Being a lover of both Disney and Musicals, she had chosen a classic that was loved by everyone on the team, Pinocchio. But instead of being curled up on the couch wedged between Tony and Natasha – her usual spot – she was in the middle of a screaming match with Captain Steve Rogers over the results of the mission in question. (Y/n) had jumped in front of a shot a HYDRA agent had sent when Steve’s back was turned. She had come away unharmed of course, her power creation ability generating a force field with milliseconds to spare, but Steve had lost his cool the moment the mission had ended, and they had boarded the Quinjet to return to New York. The pair had been arguing back and forth for almost 7 hours, with short breaks in between for (y/n) to rest from the amount of energy she had used to reach Steve’s back and generate her shield. The team listened to them ramble on, occasionally rolling their eyes and huffing out a frustrated sigh. “(y/n)’s too proud to admit her feelings, she thinks Cap hates her, so she covers up the hurt by being snippy and fighting back when he tells her off.” Natasha explained as she made her way to Bruce’s side. “Ha! That’s funny. Steve is exactly the same. Fights with her all day but our morning runs are filled with how much he just wished where they went wrong and if I think she could ever actually like him.” Sam laughed.

“The sooner they stop covering up their feelings with arguments, the sooner this stupid headache goes away.” Tony piped up his place of the couch, a cold cloth pressed to his head. “How are you not even the lightest shade of green, Banner? Surely the Big Guy has had enough of their little dance, right.” Bruce grunted from across the room in his armchair, one arm around Nat as she snuggled into his side and rested her head against his shoulder. “I have an amazing girlfriend to give me a reason to stay calm, and Wanda is keeping the Other Guy at bay.” He shot the newest member of the team a small smile and a wink, making her giggle softly and Tony stare at her with a look of offense. “Oh come on Maximoff. I’m dying over here. Help a guy out.” “I am. I’m helping everyone stay safe by keeping Bruce’s alter ego away from the light. You got a nasty knock to the head from Tash cause you were being an idiot on the ride back. You deserve what you get for trying to poke the bear under Banner’s skin.” Wanda smirked as Tony rolled his eyes and groaned, emitting a chuckle from Natasha and a chortle from Sam and Rhodey.

The relatively peaceful moment was short lived, as (y/n) and Steve had moved their screaming match to the common room where they all sat. Everyone’s attention was directed towards them, not wanting to miss a moment. They all had a feeling something was about to go wrong, and they needed to be completely alert for who they’ll need to chew out for it.

“I’m putting you on desk duty for the next three missions. I don’t care how long it takes for those three missions to happen; you don’t get to be on the team for three of them. I’m sick of you thinking you can get away with going against my plans just because you can create whatever power you want.” “Jesus Christ Rogers!” (y/n) shouted, waving her arms out to emphasise how exhausted she was just by being near him, “What is your problem?” “My problem is that you don’t belong here! You’re not fit to be an Avenger, and I honestly don’t know what Fury was thinking when he put you on the team!” There it was. The big stuff up. The team watched as (y/n)’s eyes widened in shock for a few moments, before the (e/c) orbs hardened and her whole figure stiffened. “Fine! You know what? I’m done! I joined this team because I believed I would be making a difference in the world, but I refuse to stay somewhere I’m not valued and treated like this every other day. Good luck saving your own ass next time you’re not paying attention on a mission! I’m going on my mission in two days and when I get back, I’ll pack up my things and be out of here before you even know I’ve been back! I QUIT!” With those words, (y/n) turned away from Steve and made her way to the elevator. “I’m sorry? Were my orders not clear? You’re not going on the next 3 missions (l/n). You might as well start packing up now.” “I just quit you asshole! You’re not my Captain anymore, I don’t have to take any orders from you. And this mission was assigned to me by Fury, so you wouldn’t have a say in that even if you wanted to! Butt out Rogers!”

When the elevator had disappeared from sight, taking an extremely pissed off SunStar with it, Steve turned and noticed the room full of his other teammates, each and every one of them sending him an Icecap Melting glare. “What the actual fuck Capsicle?” Tony asked casually, “Did you seriously just cost us a teammate cause she saved your butt again?” The reality of the situation sunk in with Steve, his eyes widening and his face paling. “Oh God, what did I just do? She’s gonna leave me- I mean us. What have I done? I-I need to talk to her. Apologise, tell her not to leave- “ “Don’t you even think about it Rogers!” Natasha interrupted, “You just broke that woman’s heart and basically sent her packing. Not only is now the wrong time to try and talk to her, but I will not hesitate to castrate if you go anywhere near her until she comes back from her mission. She needs time to cool off, and you need time to think about how your stubbornness and pride got in the way of the best thing you could ever have had. Don’t even think about giving me bullshit about how you don’t know what I’m talking about, I know how you feel about her and let me tell you, she feels the same way. Well, I don’t know if that’s true now, since you’ve just crushed her spirit, but you would have had a real shot, even just five minutes ago.” With those words hanging in the air, she strode over to the elevator, summoning it back down to go and check on her friend, Wanda silently joining her.

It had been a month since that night, and (y/n) was strolling through the halls of the HYDRA base Fury had assigned her to infiltrate. She had refused to let Tash and Wanda in her room whilst she had packed for the mission, knowing they would try to convince her to talk to Steve before she left. She had stayed connected with them if she had the chance; a quick phone call to check up on everyone, see how the boys were doing. The mission had been going well, her reports were providing SHIELD with a great deal of previously unknown intel, building a steady file of all HYDRA’s plans and base schematics.

Today, something was different, all of the senior officers talking about a weapon being taken out for a special mission. (Y/n) had managed to eavesdrop on a conversation, her eyes widening and her heart stopping at what she heard. “When will they bring him out of cryo? I want to be able to watch him kill that Spangly good-for-nothing.” Steve. Oh God not again. “They pulled him out this morning. He’s been fighting the brain wash, so they’re still trying to wipe him, so we don’t have a repeat of last time. The Soldier hasn’t been complying ever since his last encounter with the Captain. He keeps remembering little things that piece together and gives him a reason to fight. We lost 5 agents when we tried to put him under last time.” Bucky was fighting. This was a good sign. It meant he was remembering Steve and would need help seeking him out. (Y/n) slunk away from the guards and made her way to the room HYDRA usually did their mind wiping. Sure enough, there was Bucky, metal arm strapped into a clamp and strapped to a device as he struggled to pull himself away from the scientists rushing around him. Thinking on her feet, she opened the door and strode in, switching to the commander persona she carried when she was around HYDRA followers. “I’ve been instructed by Rumlow to take the Soldier to another facility. We have a more advanced machine that may assist in the wipe.” The scientists didn’t question her, releasing Bucky from his restraints and cuffing his hands behind his back for transportation. When they handed him over, (y/n) made quick work of making a swift exit through the front doors to her motorcycle. Bucky hadn’t struggled, and (y/n) held on to the hope that he remembered her from their encounter a few months ago and knew she was trying to help him.

As she was un-cuffing Bucky’s hands, a siren blared throughout the clearing where the HYDRA base was located. Agents were flooding out of the exits and searching the grounds, and (y/n) caught sight of a small group led by Rumlow himself heading their way. She quickly input the address for the Avengers Training Base and gave Bucky a basic education as to how to operate the bike. “I’m going to hold them off as long as I can and give you a head start. Go to the address I’ve put in, follow the voice that will tell you where to go. Find Steve when you get there and tell him what happened, say that (y/n) sent you. Come back and find me only when you have the whole team with you. Tell them I said that’s an order. Good luck.” With those words, Bucky nodded silently and sped off toward the trees. He paused his escape to look back and watch as (y/n) managed to get a few good hits in with the agents surrounding her before Rumlow fires a small device at her, halting her movements instantly and sending her into unconsciousness. Her frame was carefully picked up by the agent standing by Rumlow and the man appeared to chuckle before instructing them to bring her back to the base. At this, Bucky was filled with worry. He knew what kind of man Rumlow was and feared for what would happen if he didn’t get to Steve in time. He turned back to the path and sped away from the base, hoping to whatever higher power was out there that (y/n) would be okay until he could get to his best friend.

When (y/n) awoke, she thought she was in a room with no light. Upon further inspection, she found she had a piece of cloth covering her eyes and her arms were tied behind her back, her legs tied together then pulled tight between the chair legs to prevent any movement. She attempted to flex her wrists, earning her only a painful tug from the rough rope that cut into her skin and an uncomfortable whimper to escape her lips.

At this sound, the cloth around her eyes was lifted away, causing her to blink from the harsh light suddenly entering her vision. When her eyes adjusted, she came face to face with Rumlow once again, and smug smirk on his face as he leant against the table behind him. “SunStar, I wonder how I did not recognise you sooner. You’re the only agent that has managed to evenly match me in a fight, and thus far the only one to beat me in one. You’d think I’d remember such a face.” “Well, you were never known for your intelligence Brock. I’m not surprised to be honest.”

That comment earnt her a sharp slap to the face, snapping her head to the side with such ferocity it was a surprise she did not suffer from whiplash. “Where are the Avengers? Where is their new base?” Rumlow demanded, his hand poised to deliver another slap. “Sorry. Couldn’t tell you even if I wanted to. You see, I quit that team, didn’t really fit right for me, ya know? Left before I could get too attached to anyone.” Straight out lie. She had grown attached to everyone in that team, formed a special friendship with everyone, except the one she had really wanted to. Steve only saw her as an annoyance, meaning she didn’t get the chance to form anything special with him, though Hell she had wanted to. “I think we both know you’re lying agent. You see, the reason we finally figured out who you really were, was because of a little bit of research we did on you. Such a special friendship with that Assassin and the freak from our labs. And Captain America, well, that’s a whole different level of discussion isn’t it?” (Y/n)’s blood ran cold. He had her, trapped in her own words, and her own world about her regrets regarding Steve. “Aha, struck a nerve have I. Well, don’t you worry sweetheart. If you tell us what we want to know, we’ll let you go, and you can go back to your pathetic little family and pack your things, move on with your life like you talked about. All you have to do, is tell me what you know about the Avengers.” She spat in his face, allowing him to make his way close enough to take an effective shot. Rumlow wiped the saliva from his cheek, a dark scowl forming over his face that – although she didn’t show it – chilled (y/n) to her very core. “Very well, my dear, if you insist, lets do this the fun way.” He walked back to the table, pulling a knife from its surface and turning back to her. Things were about to get more complicated.

It had been two weeks since the heartfelt reunion between Steve and Bucky, and since then, the whole team had been searching desperately to find (y/n) and bring her home to them. They had started where (y/n) had helped Bucky escape, where she had been captured, but the base had been completely cleared out and wiped long before they had arrived. They had gone out on three rescue missions, following leads that they were almost certain was their missing teammate, but each trail had gone cold upon their arrival.

Steve was sitting in his room, pouring over papers and leads that could have even the slightest relevance to (y/n). He hadn’t slept that night, or the night before, only leaving to get some food before taking the meal to his room to resume his search. Bucky knocked briefly before opening the door to see his best friend reading a file on their known HYDRA bases, his eyelids drooping and shadows under his eyes. The ex-assassin sighed before clearing his throat to get Steve’s attention. “Oh, hey Buck. I didn’t even hear you knock. What up? Anything new?” Bucky grimaced at the tired tone of the Captain’s voice, regretting that he had volunteered to bring this news to him. “Yeah, Steve, uh, we got something.” Steve’s eyes lit up these words, but the shine disappeared just as quickly when he saw his best friend’s expression. “We’ve um- we’ve received a live stream request from (y/n)’s computer. They’re about to ring us, to discuss the terms of them handing her back over to us.”

Steve bolted up from the bed, sprinting out the door and down to the main debriefing room. When he reached the door, the call had just started to come through, the dull old fashioned ring tone setting everyone’s nerves on edge. Tony accepted the call, and a low growl erupted from Steve’s throat as Rumlow’s face covered the screen.

“Avengers! So nice of you to accept the call. I have someone here who’s been waiting to see you all. You could say, she’s been dying to hear from you.”

The camera shifted, turning to move around Rumlow and focus on a beaten and battered form slumped over in a metal chair, breathing heavy and (h/l) hair hanging around their face. Rumlow entered the picture, approaching the figure and hooking a finger under their chin, tilting their head up to reveal their face. Wanda let out a sharp, distress-filled gasp, Natasha’s back stiffened, Clint, Sam, Rhodey and Tony growled. Bucky let out a soft, disbelieving “no.” Steve, his eyes widened and became glassy with tears he refused to let fall as he looked upon the beautiful face of (y/n) (l/n). She had cuts adorning her delicate (s/c) skin, bruises on her arms and face, and her outfit was torn to near shreds, singular threads being the only thing holding the material together and keeping her semi-decent. Looking at the screen in front of her, her eyes widened as she saw her friends staring back at her. She turned her gaze to Rumlow, who was still far too close for any of the Avengers’ comfort, least of all Steve.

“You promised Brock! You promised that you would leave them out of this! Turn that off!” Steve’s heart broke at her words. She had obviously agreed to some kind of torture in order to keep them all safe, to keep their whereabouts secret. “I was growing bored of that deal darling,” Rumlow taunted, “so I decided we should show your precious team what you’ve endured these past two weeks. Make sure they know just how much they mean to you. Did you realise, Avengers? How much she loves you all that she would endure so much pain for you. Even you Captain, and if I’m not mistaken, you’re not exactly the nicest person when it concerns this lovely young lady, are you?”

“What do you want Rumlow?” Bucky growled out, low and dangerous in his tone. (Y/n) had believed in him more than once, on the Helicarrier when they had first met and she had opened his mind to the fact that he was fighting his best friend, and again when she had helped him escape, which was the whole reason she was in this mess displayed to him.

“Ah, the Soldier. How’s the freedom? Worth it I hope.” “Answer the question, wax-face.” Clint piped up, saving Bucky the overwhelming guilt he was no doubt feeling. “I just wanted to show you part of the new routine our darling (y/n) has become accustomed to over these last weeks. It’s quite the training regiment, I’m sure you’ll appreciate it Captain.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed as Rumlow finally left (y/n)’s side, only to return to the shot moments later with a syringe filled with a strange glowing blue liquid. Bruce inhaled sharply through his nose, catching the HYDRA commander’s attention. “Ah, I see Doctor Banner recognised this particular chemical brew. For those of you who don’t know what this is, we at HYDRA like to call it Fire-Ice. When injected into the blood stream, it creates the sensation of being encased in burning ice. This particular dosage doesn’t kill you, but oh boy does it have a nice sting to it.”

With those words, he injected the needle into the neck of a now weakly struggling (y/n), forcing the Avengers to watch as she tensed up; her breathing becoming laboured and small grunts escaping her. Her hands clenched into fists, and her back hunched forward. This result wasn’t enough for Rumlow, so he decided to fan the – almost literal – flames. “Come on my dear, let them hear you struggle. Let them hear those delicious screams you were letting out yesterday. Let them hear what your love for them has gotten you.”

Unable to conceal them any longer, (y/n) let out a cry of pain, her screams ripping at the hearts of every Avenger. Wanda buried her face into Vision’s chest, unable to bear watching the girl she had come to see as a big sister suffering the way she was. The rest of the team had turned away, Natasha covering her ears and squeezing her eyes shut. She had experienced the Fire-Ice concoction when she was in the Red Room, building up a near-immunity to the serum, but the memories of the countless hours of pain she had suffered began to bubble to the surface, making her heart hurt all the more. Bucky was furious, ready to kill Brock Rumlow with his bare hand, and not the metal one, but had to focus more of keeping a firm hold on his best friend who had sprung forward towards the screen, a feral sound ripping from his throat as he watched the girl he cared about being torn apart from the inside. Rumlow laughed from beside the camera, the picture suddenly cutting out, but the screams still ringing through everyone’s heads. Steve had all but collapsed in Bucky’s arms, sobs shaking his frame as the picture burned into his mind. Bucky pulled him out of the room after instructing FRIDAY to finish tracing the call like he had her do from the moment they picked up.

He dragged Steve to the living room of his floor, setting him on the couch and going to get his friend a glass of water. “We’ll get her back Steve, don’t worry. FRIDAY is tracing the call as we speak, knowing Rumlow he’s forgotten to turn off the computer. We’ll go bring her home, and she’ll be back in your arms by the end of the day.” “That’s the thing Buck, she was never in my arms to begin with. I let my pride and the fact that I’m this team’s leader get in the way, and the result I got was pushing her so far away she currently suffering for me when I don’t deserve anything from her.” Suddenly the glass was flung from his hand as he threw it at the wall. The resounding shatter was like a trigger for Steve, starting a fit of rage as he spoke, throwing things around his floor, shattering the near priceless artefacts Tony has furnished the area with. He paused as he picked up something familiar, a small glass figurine of an easel and paintbrush. Looking at the small sculpture, he calmed slightly, recounting the story behind it. “She gave this to me, on my birthday. Her first year in the Tower, we had been getting along okay, but she had gone on a mission the day before and wouldn’t be back till the following week. When I woke up that morning, I got birthday wishes from everyone and the typical Captain America merchandise, a little practical joke between everyone on the team. I didn’t get anything from her from the team, and I didn’t really expect anything, but when I went back up to my room, I found a small box of my coffee table. On it was a card, from her, wishing me a Happy Birthday and thanking me for being so welcoming while she got used to living with us all. When I saw this in the box, I just kinda knew she was something special, but then a week later she came home on a gurney in need of an immediate operation. She had gotten so hurt because she couldn’t use her powers quick enough, and so I got harsher with her. I didn’t want that to ever happen to her again, least of all because of me.” Steve buried his head in his hands, running them over his face. “Buck, some of the last things I said to her were that she didn’t belong with us, and that she should’ve started packing straight away and leave. I pushed her too far and without realising it, I pushed right into harm’s way.”

Bucky sat beside Steve, wrapping a comforting arm around his friend and giving him a firm side-hug squeeze. “You can make all that better punk. We’re going to get her, so suit up and get your Captain America pain in the ass persona going so we can kill those bastards for laying a hand on her.”

When the fight was over, Steve was already halfway to the cell (y/n) was being kept in. They hadn’t encountered Rumlow yet, but Steve had a pretty good guess where he was hiding and couldn’t wait to get his hands on him. Or rather, his shield followed by Bucky’s metal arm and Natasha’s gun.

When he got to the door, it was already wide open, almost welcoming him to come in. He approached cautiously, but the idea of being careful was thrown out the window when he saw Rumlow standing there, holding a near unconscious (y/n) around her middle, keeping her upright and infuriatingly close to his body. A gun was held to her head, daring the Captain to take one wrong step. “I wouldn’t come much closer if I were you Captain. You won’t like what will happen if you do.” Steve froze in his steps, reluctantly putting down his shield and lifting his arms above his head as two agents restrained him. They pulled his hands behind his back and pushed him forwards, forcing him to his knees as Rumlow knelt to his level, still holding (y/n) close. Her eyes fluttered open at the movement, widening as she saw the man in front of her. “Steve? W-What? No, n-no Steve you-you have to get outta here. Fight back, get out of here now!” “Shut up!” Rumlow growled, jerking her slightly, her weak frame flinging forward then back, her head falling backwards against the man’s shoulder. Steve struggled against his captors, trying to get to (y/n) again. She was right in front of him, mere inches, but he couldn’t break free. “(Y/n), use your powers, c’mon, you can do this. Stay awake.” “She won’t be using those powers of hers, m’boy. You see, we injected her with a serum that weakens her powers to the point that if she tries to use them, it could kill her. It wears off of course, but at the moment she has enough running through her system for a good week at least. I honestly don’t think she has that long though, do you?”

Rumlow dropped (y/n), letting her fall to the floor like a ragdoll on her side, provoking a growl to come from a now viciously struggling Steve. Just as Rumlow lifted the gun to Steve’s head, a shot rang through the room, the (technically) older male falling to the ground with a bullet embedded in his head. A pair of sickening cracks followed, the men holding Steve falling to the floor with clearly broken necks. Steve rushed to (y/n), lifting her head gently and placing it on his lap as Bucky moved forward to check her wounds and Clint called for backup and a med team. (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered once more, turning her head up to look at Steve, a small smile gracing her dry, broken lips.

“Hey Rogers. Took you long enough huh? What? The seventy year-long nap wasn’t enough for ya?” Steve laughed through his tears, cradling her delicate body close. “Sorry (n/n), but you’re impossible to find. It’s like looking in a ‘Where’s Waldo?’ book.” She let out a breathy laugh. “(N/n)? I haven’t heard you call me that since before your birthday the first year I was in the Tower. I’ve missed hearing you say it.” She blinked slowly, wanting to process the last words she wanted Steve to hear from her. “Steve, I love you. I know I haven’t shown it over the last few years, but I really do. Ever since that day you took me out on your bike to show me the sights of New York. You seemed to know exactly what I wanted to see; a show, Times Square, and ice skating in the park. I just wanted to let you know, and that I didn’t mean anything I said to you out of hatred. I let myself believe that it would be easier to act like I hated you, than to love you but have you… hate… me…” her voice drifted off as the fatigue took over her, her eyes fluttering closed and prompting Steve to give her a shake, tears streaming down his face. “I love you too (y/n). Okay, you hear me babygirl? I love you. I never meant any of the things I said either. I would never want to hurt you. Baby, I need you to keep your eyes open for me. C’mon (n/n), just stay awake a little longer till we can get you to help. They’ll make you all better. Stay awake, stay with me doll, I need you.” Steve kissed her cheeks, brushing hair from her face. “C’mon sweetheart, I need you; your stubbornness, y-your sarcasm a-and, to hear your angelic voice belting out Disney and Show Tunes through the Tower for everyone to enjoy. Can-can you do that for me? Keep your eyes open doll, they’re almost here. Hold on (y/n).” She nodded her head slightly, signalling she was hearing him, but fading and struggling to fight much longer.

The medical team burst through the door, surrounding the couple on the ground and taking (y/n) out of Steve’s embrace. He moved away obediently, watching as they worked on setting up an IV drip and checking for all the damage she had endured.

“Please hold on. Don’t leave us. Don’t leave me.”

When (y/n) woke once again, she found herself in a stark white room. Looking around, she found she was in a medical bay, most likely the Tower. She pushed herself up, before feeling a foreign pressure on her right hand. She looked down to see a slumbering Steve, his hands wrapped around hers, his breathing even and his hair messy, like he had been running his hands through it incessantly. She smiles softly, reaching her left hand over to stroke his head and slowly rouse him. He blinked, disoriented somewhat, before settling his slightly blurred gaze on the girl beside him, her eyes open, and a smile on her beautiful face.

“(Y/n), oh thank God! You’re awake!” He surged forward from his seat and crashed his lips to hers, pushing her back against the pillows and inciting a surprised squeak before she relaxed into the kiss. When they broke apart, (y/n) was stunned. “Wow,” she breathed, “and I thought I was just dreaming all those things you said. C’mere.” She shifted across her bed, leaving enough room for him to join her. He crawled on carefully, wrapping him arms around her gently and letting her head fall on to his chest. She shifted slightly and draped her arms across him, snuggling into him, placing one last kiss to his head before slowly falling back asleep. The gentle beat of Steve’s heart beneath her ear soothed her as she slept, letting Steve relax enough to eventually fall asleep himself, his head resting atop hers.

“Took them long enough.” Natasha chuckled from the door, nudging Bucky with her elbow. “Who would’ve thought it’d take all this to finally make them see what they had?” Bucky shrugged, “Steve’s always known. The punk’s just too stubborn to let his feeling overtake his mind.” They watched as the couple slept on, happy that they could now be happy. (Y/n) would need some time to heal, and both of them would be getting nightmares for months, but they knew, as long as they had each other, everything would be fine.

[evvy96]

Trigger

The battle had been raging for over an hour. The Avengers were outnumbered thirty-to-one in their latest battle against HYDRA, yet each of the nine members present found themselves handling, what they had initially thought to be a covert in-and-out intel assignment, quite well. Clint and Natasha stood side by side atop an enemy talk, bullets, knives, and arrows flying around the large vehicle. Bruce, Hulked out and raging wherever he felt like enacting his rage, was dealing with the enemy agents just fine, HYDRA not having time to grow the extra two heads as the Big Guy crushed them left, right and centre. Thor bounced around the battlefield taking down enemy vehicles, minus the tank Nat and Clint occupied, making it easier to avoid the gunfire that sprayed from the machine guns attached to each Jeep that approached the team of heroes. Falcon flew overhead, releasing the razor-sharp feathers from his flight suit in rapid succession as he spied groups of HYDRA agents sneaking up on his teammates. Steve stood back-to-back with Tony, the billionaire firing repulsor beams in a semi-circle whilst Steve put his shield to use boomeranging it throughout the surrounding agents and physically halting anyone who got close enough to enable the use of his fists.

The best duo by far, however, was Bucky and (y/n). They worked together flawlessly, using each other’s strengths to strengthen their own individual attacks, keeping minimal space between them as they circled around the surrounding team of rival agents to avoid losing one another in the battle. (Y/n) had the power to control the elements, meaning they could easily summon any natural weapon they saw fit; a stray root wrapping around an ankle here, a strong gust of wind that seemingly came from nowhere and blew multiple agents off their feet there, and a jet of water powerful enough to knock the air out of a person’s lungs barrelling through a string of agents that almost seemed lined up to take a shot at (y/n). Bucky used each of (y/n)’s attacks as distractions to give himself enough time to sneak up behind the enemy and knock them to the ground and prevent them from getting up, at least until SHIELD came in to arrest them. If he could, Bucky actively avoided ending any lives, not wanting to add another streak of red to his already scarlet ledger. The Soldier’s Vibranium arm allowed him to rush through his partner’s elemental attacks with ease, shielding himself from the fire and water, trusting them not to accidentally wrap a stray root or vine around his calf. The fight was nearing an end around the pair, the mass of agents littering the floor unconscious or too damaged to even attempt getting up. As the last HYDRA agent hit the floor, (y/n) turned to face Bucky a few feet away, a blinding smile that lit up their (e/c) eyes being shot in his direction. Bucky smiled back, failing to notice the agent behind him lifting his head from the ground and uttering a few words in Russian, loud enough for both Bucky and (y/n) to hear and making their blood run cold. печь (Furnace). Bucky froze in his spot.

Доброкачественный (Benign). (Y/n)’s smile disappeared, a look of horror quickly taking its place of their face.

Ржавые (Rusted). Bucky was shaking his head.

Один (One). (Y/n) was pushing their body to move forward, to shut the agent up before they finished.

Рассвет (Daybreak). Bucky screamed in pain, hunching over and falling to the ground.

Девять (Nine). Bucky fought with himself, shaking his head and trying to regain control of his body.

страстное желание (Longing). (Y/n) started running. They were further away from Bucky and the agent than they’d thought.

Семнадцать (Seventeen). Bucky clutched at his head, screaming for them to stop.

Возвращение домой (Homecoming). “NO!” (Y/n) reached for their spare gun.Грузовой автомобиль (Freight Car). A shot rang through the air, the agent’s head falling back to the ground, blood spilling from the bullet shaped hole in his head, but the damage was done. Bucky opened his eyes, cold and hard as steel. The Winter Soldier was back.

(Y/n) started backing away slowly to avoid attracting The Winter Soldier’s attention. They reached a hand to their ear, tuning in to the rest of the team. “Steve, we’ve got a problem.” “Can it wait? I’m still a little busy here.” They heard the Super Soldier’s laboured breaths as he threw his shield in a hook movement, a resounding clang coming through the link. “Yeah, just cause you and Barnes are done, doesn’t mean the rest of us are. A little help would be nice you know.” Tony smart mouthed, getting his two cents in. “Now’s so not the time Stark. Steve, Bucky has been triggered. I need help down here.” “What?” Steve was confused by (y/n)’s words, “I thought we had all that dealt with. No other agent should know those words.” “I thought that too. We burned the book and helped retrain Bucky’s brain to reject the triggers but somehow one of the agents knew them and recited every single one of them before I could stop him, and somehow they’ve turned Buck back into the Winter Soldier. So a little help would be greatly appreciated, like, NOW WOULD BE NICE!” (Y/n) was starting to get scared. They’d dealt with the Winter Soldier before, sure, but that was when they were training Bucky to block out all parts of his life related to his time at HYDRA. It had been over a year since the last time any of that had affected Bucky, and they had no idea how to handle it in the field. “I’ll be there as soon as possible (y/n). Try and cancel out the triggers like we used to. I’m coming.”

The Soldier had noticed (y/n) at this point, standing straight and walking forward with a purpose, and (y/n) had a feeling it wasn’t a very friendly purpose. They switched to a defensive pose, knowing it would do little but using it for a little confidence boost. “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. Your friends call you Bucky. You were a leading officer in the Howling Commandos in the 40’s.” The Winter Soldier swung their metal fist in a hook, making full impact with (y/n)’s shoulder and sending them flying to the floor, but they jumped up quickly, rolling their shoulder and clicking it back into place keeping defensive position. “You are an Avenger. You were once the Winter Soldier.” Another punch to the gut from the Winter Soldier’s flesh hand followed by a sweep of his leg had (y/n) twisting into a crouch and a hand clutching their stomach, breath knocked from their lungs. “H-He no longer has control over your life. Y-Your best friend is Ste-Steven Grant Ro-gers.” The words were broken up, but (y/n) was surprised they could even manage to complete the sentence, having to grunt out the last word in a stutter. “My name is (y/f/n). I helped you block out the triggers. I’m one of your best friends.” The Winter Soldier pushed (y/n) backwards, straddling their lap as they fell to the ground on their back, his knees pressing their wrists into the dirt below them, much like they did in sparring. The reverse triggers hadn’t worked, but (y/n) decided to try one more time.

“Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. Your friends call you Bucky. You were a leading officer in the Howling Commandos in the 40’s. You are an Avenger. You were once the Winter Soldier. He no longer has control over your life. Your best friend is- “(Y/n)’s airways were cut off as the Winter Soldier wrapped his hands around their throat, slowly applying pressure to cut off all air supply. They had to hurry. “Steven Grant Rogers. My name is (y/f/n), and I l-ove with y-you, Ja-James Buchanan B-Barnes.”

Just as the world started going black, the Soldier blinked, the blue eyes softening. Bucky was back. His eyes widened as he realised what he was doing and ripped his hands away from (y/n)’s neck, allowing them to sharply inhale the much-needed oxygen and coughing violently as they turned onto their side. This action threw Bucky off them, allowing him to sit next to them and pulling them, up to help their breathing. Steve rushed forward, the rest of the team not too far behind as they ran towards the pair sitting in the dirt amidst unconscious HYDRA agents. “Steve! Help (y/n)! I-I-I almost- “ “I know Buck, I know.” Steve cut him off before he could start panicking. “Don’t worry (y/n) is gonna be just fine. I’m gonna help them back to the Quinjet, and Natasha is gonna look you over before she brings you down too.” That said, he quickly swooped (y/n) into his arms and carried them back the way he had come.

It had been over a week since the mission, and Bucky had been avoiding (y/n) at every turn. The fact that he had not run into them once was actually quite impressive, consider both lived in the Tower and (y/n)’s injuries had been so minor they had been up and walking around within a day.

“I don’t understand it Steve. He didn’t do anything serious. I’m here, alive, and virtually unharmed. If I’m healthy enough to be here sparring with you right now, why is Bucky still ignoring me? He won’t answer my calls, he won’t permit me entrance into his room, he won’t even eat meals the same time as the rest of us. Hell, I couldn’t even break into his room through the vents. Clint tried, and he’s blocked them all up somehow. What do I do? How can I get him to talk to me again?” “I honestly can’t help you there (y/n).” Steve huffed as he threw another kick their way, (y/n) blocking it with ease and sweeping their leg out, pinning Steve to the mat and trapping his wrists above his head. “You’re getting better at this. Never pinned me that quickly before.” He smiled, getting a small smile in return as he was released and (y/n) walked away from the mats. “Buck feels real bad about hurting you, and he doesn’t wanna face you knowing he coulda killed you without even blinking.” “But he didn’t, that’s my point. I snapped him out of it before he could do something that’d kill him.” “Yeah I know. We all heard you over the comms. You know, it’d kill him more than you think it would (n/n). He really cares about you.” “Course he does. I’m one of his best friends. But when I told him I loved him, I meant it in a completely different way than he must think. I don’t love him Steve, I’m in love with him. There’s no way he feels that way about me.” Steve smiled at his friend. “You’d be surprised. But if you really wanna talk to him, now’s your chance.”

(Y/n) spun on their heels, seeing Bucky pale as he walked into the training room and laid eyes on his two best friends. He debated turning around and walking back out, but he knew (y/n) would just follow him, and he wasn’t fast enough to avoid them forever. “Uh… Hey.” “Hey.”

Steve’s eyes shifted between his friends, a knowing smile on his face as he gathered his towel and gym bag before strolling out the room and commanding FRIDAY to lock the door until they were finished.

The space was so awkward and tense; a butter knife could cut through. Finally (y/n) broke the silence. “How’re you doing Buck? Everything okay after last week?” That seemed to snap something in Bucky. “How the hell do you think I’m doing (y/n)? I almost killed you without even blinking. Those words weren’t supposed to work on me anymore, yet still a simple list of words wiped my mind and turned me into an unstoppable killing machine. I remember everything I did to you. I dislocated your shoulder- “ “Which I popped back in instantly.” (Y/n) cut in quickly. “I punched you in the gut and knocked the air out of you- “ “Missing my ribs and only leaving a bruised torso.” “And I choked you until you were almost dead.” “Which I’m not. All that happened was a bruised neck and my voice being a little rough and scratchy for a few days. I don’t blame you for any of that Bucky. It wasn’t your fault. We had no idea that any more of HYDRA knew your triggers, and we didn’t account for what would happen in that kind of situation.” “But you should blame me (y/n)! You could. Have. DIED!” Bucky started shouting. “But. I. DIDN’T!” (Y/n) shouted back. “Why is that so hard for you to grasp James?” he flinched at the use of his first name. It always sounded so weird coming from anyone but Steve, and even then it was only when his best friend was REALLY mad. “It is quite clear that I am perfectly fine now, and I’m getting sick and tired of you constantly avoiding me. It’s not the first time I’ve been hurt on their field, and it most certainly will not be the last. I’m an adult Barnes, I can look after myself.” Bucky growled, “That’s not the point (n/n)! I’m dangerous, okay? I can’t let you, or anyone else near me cause as soon as I get close to someone something goes wrong and I either kill them or just lose them. And… I can’t lose you. I just can’t.” His voice had quietened by the end of his small rant. “I love you (y/n), and I can’t imagine my life without you anymore. When you brought me back by telling me you love me, I was shocked. I couldn’t even dream that you would fall for someone like me. I’m damaged and I’m dangerous, and I don’t deserve someone as amazing as you as a friend, let alone as something more.”

(Y/n) was stunned. Bucky love them. Like, actually felt the same way as they did about him. They ran forward and crashed their lips against his, effectively stopping any other words Bucky had planned on spewing out.

The kiss lasted a good few moments, before their need for air broke them apart, keeping their foreheads touching lightly. “When will you learn that I don’t pay attention to what’s dangerous or care about what’s damaged? You’ve known me for how long now? If I want something, it’s not getting away from me anytime soon. I love you Bucky, damage, danger, and everything else.” Bucky smiled softly, “Well then, rest assured you ain’t getting’ away from me any time soon either babe. What do you say we go upstairs and grab a bite to eat?” “I thought you’d never get the balls to ask.” (Y/n) teased, a smirk quirking their lip up on one side, followed by a shriek when Bucky moved his hands to their side, lightly dancing across the most sensitive ticklish spots and starting one of their most epic tickle fight/sparring matches yet.

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She's So Gone

The small on-board diner was abuzz with light, music and colour as the Avengers sat crowded around the largest table in the room. They chatted excitedly amongst themselves, occasionally stopping to thank Tony once again for hiring out a small cruise ship for everyone at SHIELD involved in the attack on New York, just as a fun little holiday. The lights dimmed, and a voice sounded throughout the room. “Hello, and welcome everyone to the Spotlight Restaurant aboard the Sunset Cruise Ship. We’ve got a special performance lined up for you tonight, Mr. Stark was fortunate enough to secure a week of enjoyment for the whole ship. It’s my great pleasure to introduce to you, the star of the stage, Miss (y/f/n)!”

Bruce’s head shot up at the name, his sight moving from the drink in his hands to the woman walking onto the stage. (H/l), (h/c) hair, smooth (s/c) skin, and a dress of (f/c) and (s/f/c) hugging her figure as she struts to her place centre stage. She looked out to the crowd, a bright white smile adding an extra dose of shine to her presence onstage. “Hey there everyone, it’s so great to be here tonight. Before I start, I would just like to take the opportunity to thank my employer for the week, Mr Tony Stark, for giving me the pleasure of being able to perform for all of you this trip. I will only be performing a few songs each night, but rest assured if you do make any requests, I will do my best to make a dedicated performance for you. This first song is a reflection of a time in my past, the person I used to be. I hope you all enjoy it.”

Insecure, In her skin Like a puppet, a girl on a string Broke away Learned to fly If you want her back, gotta let her shine So it looks like the joke’s on you Cause the girl that you thought you knew She’s so gone

Bruce watched as (y/n) sang her heart out on the stage. This confident young woman was a surprising change in Bruce’s mind, but a very pleasant one. He could still remember the timid young adult from his youth, afraid of singing in front of anyone, only being caught when she believed no one to be around.

Here I am This is me And I’m stronger than you ever thought I’d be

Are you shocked? Are you mad? That you’re missing out on who I really am

Now it looks like the joke’s on you Cause the girl that you thought you knew

She’s so gone That’s so over now She’s so gone You won’t find her around

You can look, but you won’t see The girl I used to be Cause she’s She’s so gone away, like history She’s so gone Baby this is me

Her voice was heavenly, just as he remembered it. Each note pitched to perfection, the power behind the song tenfold of what he had ever heard from her.

You can look but you won’t see The girl I used to be Cause she She’s so gone

So long She’s so gone

Gone

The restaurant erupted into applause, only dying down as the next song began to play. (Y/n) performed for another 20 minutes before leaving stage. When she reappeared, she had changed her clothes and was making her way towards the Avengers’ table.

“Mr Stark, it’s an honour, really. Thank you so much for the opportunity.” She smiled as she extended her hand, taking Tony’s in a firm handshake. “An honour to meet you too Miss (l/n). And please, call me Tony. I assume you already know everyone’s names?” Tony smiled, and (y/n) laughed. “Well, I’d surely hope so. Wouldn’t want to be the only person on the planet not to know the saviours of our world.” She laughed, smiling as she nodded towards each hero, “Captain Rogers, Agent Barton, Prince Thor, Agent Romanoff, - “ “(Y/n).” Bruce spoke softly, rising to offer her his seat. “Doctor Banner.” She spoke, almost coldly, a short nod in his direction as she walked to the opposite end of the table and taking a seat between Clint and Thor. Tony smirked slyly at his friend. “You two know each other?” Bruce could hear the smug tone in his voice, and had to take a deep breath as he opened his mouth to speak. “For years, but we haven’t seen each other for- “ “A lifetime.” (Y/n) interrupted. “I knew Doctor Banner before his accident. I collaborated with him for a short time. I was there when the accident occurred.”

The rest of the night was beyond awkward for Bruce, and exceedingly difficult to sit through. Tony had insisted the (y/n) join them for dinner, and to spend the rest of the voyage with them during mealtimes. She spent the entire night purposefully ignoring Bruce, only speaking to him when absolutely necessary, and even then they were short, sharp, and cold responses. The rest of the team could only watch and feel sorry for Bruce through their smiling facades. Something had happened in Bruce’s past, something that had made (y/n) very cold towards the doctor, and they were all determined to find out what.

The next morning, everyone had crowded around one of the tables up on the deck, diving into the smorgasbord of food that was served in the breakfast buffet. Bruce lazily pushed his food around as he stared at (y/n), watching her pile her plate with food and chat excitedly with a pair of fans that stood either side of her in the queue.

“What happened between you two, Big Green?” Tony asked suddenly, breaking Bruce out of his glazy stare. “Yeah man,” Clint chimed in, “you must’ve done something pretty terrible to get someone like (y/n) mad at you.”

Bruce sighed, he knew this was coming. He watched as (y/n) moved away from the Avengers table to sit with others who had attended the performance the night before, before his eyes swept the team in front of him and he began the story. “(Y/n) and I used to be best friends. We met in high school when I accidentally bumped into her in the hall between classes. She was so shy; she kept her head down and muttered an apology before rushing away, trying to look as small as possible. It took me a good three months to get her to talk to me before I could even really build a friendship with her. She was a bit of a science nerd, not as much as me, but it was enough to get her to feel more comfortable with me. We did everything together. She was always so timid, it was really an effort to get her out of the house, but I didn’t mind. She was always so kind, and her voice. My God, I mean you guys heard her last night, but she never really sang for me. I only found out she could sing when I accidentally caught her singing softly in the lab after College. She never liked singing in front of anyone, even after I caught her. Always so insecure about herself, nothing she ever did was good enough in her eyes. I’d promised her I’d never leave her alone, that she was perfect in her own beautiful way.” Tony and Clint whistled at this, a smirk on each of their faces. “Then the accident happened. I nearly destroyed Manhattan, and I thought I’d be outing her in too much danger if I stayed around her, so I left. In hindsight, it probably would have been better if I had left her a letter or something, explaining why I just left, but I didn’t want to risk her being in danger, so I left before she could find me and get hurt. I loved-love her too much to have put her through that.”

The table was silent. Thor was confused, not really having a full understanding of Bruce’s story yet, so he decided to keep quiet. Natasha was concerned for the doctor’s mental and emotional wellbeing, having experienced first-hand what the slightest slip of his emotions could bring about, but she had decided to put that aside for the moment in favour of keeping Tony and Clint quiet. To her surprise and horror, Steve was the one to speak up. “Jeez man, I suck with women, and even I know you screwed up. OW!” Steve jumped, knocking the table as he received a kick from the sharp toe of Natasha’s boot under the table. Bruce just scoffed. “Thanks Steve. I had no idea. Didn’t even notice.” There was such a level of sarcasm in his voice, even Thor realised that, as Bruce rose from his seat, it was best to leave him alone to his thoughts for the time being.

As Bruce exited the deck, heading back towards his room to read, he walked right into the woman who was occupying his thoughts. She let out an “ooff” as she stumbled, only to be caught by the doctor’s quick reflexes. She looked up, her apology dying on her lips as her (e/y) eyes hardened and her entire posture went rigid. “Doctor Banner. Apologies. Please, excuse me.” She pushed him away before turning on her heel, heading back towards her room with the sole intention of avoiding the man for the rest of the day, if not the trip. “(Y/n) please just let me explain, please.” Bruce followed after her, determined to at least have her understand. “There’s nothing for you to explain Doctor. It was a long time ago and I’ve moved on.” “You haven’t looked me in the eye since the moment we saw each other, you’re clearly not over what happened. And you haven’t even used my name once.” “And how could you possibly know whether I’m over something or not? When did you suddenly become an expert on who I am? You only know the girl you abandoned eight years ago, and let me tell you, I’m not that girl anymore. Haven’t been for a long time.” She stepped into her room, fully expecting to close the door in his face and have him leave her alone. Bruce had other ideas, slamming his hand on the door and forcing his way into her room, watching as she continued to ignore him and move about the spacious cabin. “Don’t bullshit me (n/n),” she flinched subtly at the use of the nickname he had personally reserved for her, “I still know you like the back of my hand, and you know it.” She disregarded him once again, moving to pick up the book from her dresser and rush to a ladies only lounge on the top deck. “Stop running away from me! Please, just talk to me (y/n). Please.” He had grabbed her wrist as she had moved around him towards the door, halting her movements and turning her to face him. Only then did she finally make eye contact with Bruce, fire and rage in her eyes. She flung her arm, releasing his grip as she slammed the book on her bed and squared her shoulders, her posture imposing, yet still just as cold as she had been towards him all trip, the anger and hurt radiating off her as she walked towards him.

“You LEFT me Bruce! Without so much as a goodbye, or any slight indication as to where you were going, YOU LEFT ME!!!”“I was trying to PROTECT you (y/n)! I didn’t know how dangerous the Other Guy could be and I didn’t want to put you in danger. I couldn’t have lived with myself if I had hurt you.” “And you thought I couldn’t have helped you through everything?! You weren’t the only one affected by that accident Bruce. I was there too, you know!” Bruce froze, his eyes widening. He hadn’t thought about anyone having been affected by what happened, least of all his precious (y/n). “But…. how-how could you have…. you weren’t anywhere….” “Protective glass doesn’t do shit if it’s cracked Banner. So yeah, I got hit by a blast of the radiation, but it didn’t affect me like it did you. My voice became a weapon. I’m something like a siren now. Didn’t notice for some months after you left, but whenever I started singing, people would start acting strangely, more zombie-like. And if I was mad at someone and sang to calm myself down, if the person were within earshot they would start doing things that were harmful to themselves. I got…. so scared, and I didn’t have anyone to turn to because…. Because my so-called best friend had abandoned me before I could so much as blink.” Tears had started to spill over from her eyes, eight years’ worth of hurt and sadness finally having the chance to bubble over the cauldron’s edge. “I had to change myself, learn how to use my new power for good, instead of hurting someone whenever I was upset. Singing was my safe place, aside from you, and with you off God knows where, I couldn’t lose both the things that made me feel a sense of normalcy. I taught myself how to be more confident, and for a while I was recruited by SHIELD to do some undercover work as a singer working her way into the big leagues. I can turn my power on and off, focus it on one specific person or group, collect the information SHIELD needed. After a while, the singing gig became more of a passion, and I’ve been travelling around the world singing for people, crowds big and small.” She gave a small smile as she thought about all the places she had performed, shaking her head slightly. “I didn’t have the luxury to stay shy like you did Bruce. It made me weak, the perfect target for the wrong types of people, to be used like some sort of puppet. Now, my life is amazing. I get to go to the farthest corners of the Globe, singing for people around the world without having to worry about all the paparazzi and tabloids crap. I’m finally happy, and it’s not because of the person in my life I thought loved me for the shy, awkward little girl I used to be.”

Bruce stepped forward, lifting her head with his finger and gently cupping her face with his hand. He brushed his thumb over a falling tear and brought his face closer, their noses almost touching and their breaths mingling in the small space between them. “(Y/n), I still love you. I never stopped thinking about you. That shy, awkward little science nerd is the thing that drew me in, but the person you were beneath the surface; that kind, funny, dorky girl I came to know, that’s who I truly fell for.” He leaned in to kiss her, only to have her turn her face to the side and pull away from him.

“The girl I used to be is gone Bruce. And no matter how and hard you look, you won’t find her. I left her behind a long time ago.”

With those words, she picked up her book, turned away, and walked out of her room, leaving Bruce standing there alone, a million different thoughts and emotion running around in his mind and heart.

So long She’s so gone

May or may not be continued my lovelies. It is completely up to you. Leave a comment if you want it to be continued from where I’ve left off, and keep in mind that if it does, it will take a while. I’ve got a lot of stories to publish for you awesome readers.

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Avengers Masterlist

Bruce Banner She's So Gone

Bucky Barnes Trigger

Steve Rogers Belong

No Pairing Birthday Forgotten

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No More Distance

*This takes place after the events of ‘Endgame’, but Wally didn’t die.

The Young Justice League was back to normal, almost. Artemis and Kaldur were back on the right side, and the team was stronger than ever, almost. (Y/n), who went by the alias (s/h/n), had come in shortly after Kaldur had ‘killed’ Artemis, the Justice League hoping her arrival would help to balance out tensions within the group. She had become a fast friend to the whole junior league, and, after a grieving period, had become someone very special to Wally, Kid Flash. Artemis, however, was not at all happy about their relationship development. She had discovered it after one of the League’s missions went awry, resulting in KF, Robin and (s/h/n) being captured and used as bait for the remaining members. During their stay in one of The Light’s warehouses, Artemis, under the guise of Tigress, had tortured (y/n) for information on the Justice League and their aliases, leaving the young hero to be rescued by an extremely ticked off Wally, and for the huntress to be left with more than a few bruises from her ex-boyfriend during the escape.

When Artemis finally returned to the team, Wally was elated. He still cared about Artemis, but his feelings had changed to that between friends, no longer anything more. (Y/n) however, had misinterpreted his excitement at the archer’s return, and decided that, in order to let Wally be happy, she had to back away and distance herself, saving herself from an excess of heartache and awkwardness. Wally had quickly picked up on his girlfriend’s sudden evasion of him whenever he tried to come closer than a few feet, and grew worried.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with her Dick.” He expressed to his oldest friend. “I don’t know if I’ve done something wrong, or if she just doesn’t like me that way anymore, but I’m worried that she just refuses to let me within five feet of her anymore. What do I do man?” Nightwing almost rolled his eyes at his friend. “Dude, it’s totally obvious she’s distancing herself from you cause she thinks you wanna get back together with Artemis. She sat with you for hours while you got over her death remember? She knows exactly how you used to feel about her, and she must be trying to make what she thinks is an impending breakup less painful by separating herself from you for as long as possible” “………She told you, didn’t she?” “Of course she did. You forget that next to you, I’m her best friend. She’s like my little sister, and in saying so, you hurt her at all, I will not hesitate to kill you. And you know I could do it. You’d never hear or see me coming.”

Later that night, Wally found himself knocking on Artemis’ bedroom door. After a few moments, the blonde cracked the door open, smiling and opening it wider when she saw who it was. “Hey Wally. Come on in.” “I can’t stay long Artie. I just need to talk to you about something.” “Sure babe, go ahead.” Wally sighed at the pet name. “You see, that’s the thing Artemis. I’d appreciate it if you’d stop calling me babe. I’m with (y/n) now, and she’s been distancing herself from me since you got back. Robin told me it’s cause she thinks you and I will get back together. Do you think you could talk to her please? Straighten things out? I know you had a rough introduction a few months ago when you had to torture her and stuff, but I feel like if she hears it from you as well as me, it might ease her mind about it all.” Artemis frowned, “So, basically what I’m hearing is that you want me to tell your current girlfriend that your ex-girlfriend and you won’t be getting back together? And that she needs to stop ignoring you and avoiding you around the Tower? Sorry Wall, I don’t think I can do that. You see, I had the same thoughts (y/n) did. We never actually broke up Wally, I was just undercover doing work for the League. My feelings haven’t changed, and I’d like to think yours haven’t either.” “Sorry Artemis, but I moved on from you almost six months ago. (Y/n) helped me get through the grief of watching you die, and over the weeks she was there for me, we developed a really strong relationship. I love her, Artemis, and I really don’t wanna lose her. I’m sorry if this isn’t the way you’d hoped it’d turn out, but I really need your help with this.” “Not happening Wally. I’m not giving you up without a fight.”

Suddenly something clicked with the Speedster. “Hang on, di-did you torture (y/n) to keep your cover? Or cause you had a grudge against her?” Artemis’ silence was answer enough, and it stirred a rage in Wally her hadn’t felt since the day the torture itself had happened. “HOW COULD YOU DO THAT? You may have been undercover, but what made you think something like that would be okay? You’re a hero Artemis, not a villain, and I know for a fact that you never took part in any other torture sessions when you were there as Tigress. Did you request to take care of her? Over something as petty as jealousy? You’re UNBELIEVABLE!” “OH COME ON WALLY! SHE’S NOTHING BUT A REPLACEMENT, FOR BOTH THE TEAM AND FOR YOU! YOU DON’T LOVE HER, SHE’S JUST BEEN FILLING THE GAP WHILE I WAS AWAY! AND I’M GOING TO PROVE IT!”

Without warning, Artemis had pinned Wally to the wall next to her open door and slammed her lips onto his, leaving him frozen in shock. She was so strong all of a sudden he couldn’t even move his wrists to attempt to push her away.

The forced kiss was interrupted by a small gasp that sounded from the doorway, and Wally turned his head to see (y/n) standing there, eyes wide and filled with tears and her bottom lip quivering from the cries she was holding in. She turned as quick as she could and rushed back down the hallway, sobs escaping her lips that echoed through the Tower and alerted the entire team to her distress. They ran towards where the sound had originated to find Wally still pinned to the wall and Artemis with a proud smirk on her face.

Zatanna was suddenly livid. “What the HELL is going on here?” “Dude, my brother told you to fix this, not make it worse. What did you do?” Robin almost growled. Dick had warned Wally what would happen if he hurt the newest member of the team, and Tim was ready to carry out his big brother’s promise right then and there, sneakiness be damned.

Wally seemed to snap out of his stupor when Zatanna spoke, finally prying Artemis’ hands off him and pushing her away. “I swear it wasn’t me. She attacked me and kissed me as (y/n) walked into the room. She was so strong and I don’t even get how but I couldn’t even twist my wrist. I came here to ask her for help with getting (y/n) to stop avoiding me, but instead I find out that she tortured her of purpose cause she found out about me and (y/n) dating. She was jealous, so she took advantage of the fact that we were prisoners and scarred (y/n) for life.”

The whole team’s eyes grew wide, especially Kaldur. “You were the one who tortured (y/n)? You said it was SportsMaster. How could you do something like that?!”

Whilst the rest of the team dealt with Artemis, Wally sped off to find his girlfriend. He knew exactly where she would go, and only hoped her frequented spot wouldn’t encourage any rash behaviour before it was too late.

The tears poured from (y/n)’s (e/c) eyes as she sat on top of Mount Justice, staring out at the ocean that surrounded the Mountain base and the way the setting sun reflected on the water in different shades of pinks and oranges. It was so peaceful, but she felt none of the tranquillity around her. Her heart was broken, and her spirit was crushed. She had thought by distancing herself from Wally and only looking at him as Kid Flash, she would be saving herself from the hurt she knew was coming, but she had been so wrong. He hadn’t even broken up with her and he was already kissing Artemis. That was low.

A sudden breeze brushed past her, making her hair fly to the side and a sigh to escape her lips. “What do you want Wally? Shouldn’t you be downstairs with Artemis?” Wally sat down beside (y/n), hoping she wouldn’t move away from him when he did. He was disappointed as she shuffled to the side, creating a greater distance from their arms as they propped their bodies upright. “(Y/n), I swear to you that I didn’t kiss Artemis. She attacked me. She must’ve known you were coming in, and wanted to hurt you. I went to ask her to tell you that she and I wouldn’t be getting back together and tell you to stop avoiding me, but she refused to let me officially break up with her. When she tortured you,” a shiver ran down her spine as her mind drifted to the memories that would remain scarred into her forever, “she was doing it out of spite, not to keep character. The rest of the team is dealing with her, and I’m 100% positive Robin has already contacted Batman to deal with her. Please stop pushing me away angel. I love you so much, and I promise you I’m not going anywhere, not now, not ever.”

He shifted closer again, praying to whatever God or Higher Power was out there that his words were getting to her in the right way. He was relieved when she actually scooted back towards him and leant her head of his shoulder, entwining their hands together. “You promise Wally? You’re not leaving me?” Wally smiled down at her, “Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere. You mean the world to me, and I never intend to let you get away from me. No matter the distance between us, you will always be my number one girl.”

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Of All People

*This will be two years after the events of ‘Endgame’. However in this story, Wally didn’t die. I don’t like the fact that he did, so many of my fics that take place after the end of the series will have him still alive. You’re welcome. Happy reading.

“Ugh! You are such an ignorant ass!” “Me!? I’m not the one who totally blew the mission thirty seconds after touching down. If you couldn’t handle the environment why didn’t you just stay at home like any smart person would?!” “Because, unlike SOME people, I don’t let a few little weaknesses get in the way of my freaking job! God! How did you even make it onto the team future boy? Shouldn’t you have fixed your little machine and blazed back to where you belong?!” “Maybe because the technology doesn’t exist in order for me to fix it. Did you ever think of that, smart ass?”

Nightwing, Wally, Artemis, Robin and Superboy watched on as their two friends Bart and (y/n) bickered, yet again. M’Gann? Could you do me a favour and link up the whole team except Impulse and (s/h/n)? We all need to talk. Nightwing called to the Martian through his mind. He received a chorus of voices in reply, signalling M’Gann had opened the link between the team, who were spread all throughout the newly rebuilt Tower. We need to do something about these two idiots. Their constant arguing is grating on my nerves. Superboy’s irritated voice echoed in their minds. Dude, when is it not grating on anyone’s nerves? It’s like one constant fight that just jumps from one insignificant thing to another. They have got to stop before one of them, or us, gets hurt because they can’t concentrate on a mission. Wally spoke. Team meeting in 10 minutes in my quarters. They’ll be fighting for at least another half hour, and then they’ll just go cool off either in one of the gyms or their rooms. Nightwing called.

Not even 10 minutes later, the whole team save for the bickering duo in the kitchen had taken a seat in various spots in Nightwing’s bedroom. Dick had shed his costume in this time and donned his usual outfit, complete with his shades, purely out of habit. “Okay, we’ve all met here cause we need to do something to stop (y/n) and Bart from their constant fighting. It’s not good for team morale, nor is it good for the two of them, especially since they’ve been paired off for one of the night patrol shifts that start next week.” “No kidding Dick. I can’t even stand to be in the same thought space as them anymore. Ugh, it’s Wally and Artemis all over again.” M’Gann exclaimed “Dudette, no way!” Wally protested. “Even Artie and I weren’t this bad. We fought yeah, still do, but never to this extent of annoyance.” “He’s right M’Gann. These two are significantly more difficult to be around recently. It’s as if their dislike of each other has only grown in the past few months since (y/n) joined the team as (s/h/n), instead of just being a girl at Bart’s school that he only had to interact with during classes.” Kaldur explained. A sudden though struck Artemis. “Hang on guys. What if it’s not dislike so much as their feelings have grown into something more positive? I mean, there have been a few times where I’ve caught (y/n) making goo-goo eyes at Bart during missions and movie nights. And none of you can possibly tell me you haven’t noticed Bart getting agitated when (y/n) is standing close to one of the guys. I even saw him deck this one guy from one of their classes when I picked him up from school a few days ago. He said the guy had been hitting on (y/n) all day and even slapped her ass as she left for the day. He looked pretty jealous to me.” At this Robin grinned. “Guys, I think I may have a plan.” The team gathered around, grins sprouting on their faces as he explained his idea.

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(S/h/n) and Impulse were silent as they walked through their section of Star City, both still fuming from an argument they’d had before leaving for patrol. Bart scowled as his gaze shifted over (y/n)’s tense figure, regretting the argument as he observed the unshed tears in her eyes. (Y/n) was trying her best to keep a poker face around Impulse, not letting her emotions cloud her thoughts as she worked. She would collapse later on when her patrol was done and she was alone in her room in The Cave.

As the awkward silence continued, they received a transmission from Batgirl. “(S/h/n), Impulse, I’m getting reports of a bank robbery three blocks away from your position. Find the quickest route and put a stop to it ASAP.” “Received Batgirl. We’re on our way.” Impulse responded. He turned to (s/h/n) as they started to run to the location of the robbery. “If we take this next right we’ll get there in about 2 minutes.” (S/h/n) rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but if we keep going straight then make a right in three blocks, we’ll save time and get there in less than a minute. Less corners and traffic to cross.” “Do you have to contradict everything I say?” Impulse snapped, quickly becoming annoyed again. “If you’re wrong I do.” (s/h/n) shot back quickly. Suddenly her ears picked up on a noise coming from the alleyway they were passing, slowing her pace and causing Impulse to slow too. “Right, so that must mean I’m always wrong then.” he snapped back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why did you stop? We have a robbery to stop.” “Quiet! I hear something.” She shot backwards towards him, slowly approaching a dumpster at the side of the alley. “Oh right, of course only you would hear any regular noise and assume it’s trouble. Can you ever just-“ His tease was cut short as several figures clad in all black dropped from the roofs above, surrounding the pair and quickly restraining Impulse before he could speed into action. (S/h/n) spun around quickly to see her partner in trouble and rushed forward to help him without a word, but quickly realised her mistake as another figure grabbed her from behind and wrapping an arm around her neck. She struggled in the hold before she felt a sharp prick below the arm restricting her airway, then the world started to spin. Before she succumbed to the darkness, she watched as Impulse was injected with some kind of liquid, hearing a panicked “(S/H/N)!” before she fell into unconsciousness in her captor’s embrace.

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“(S/h/n)! (S/h/n), c’mon wake up. Please get up.” Her eyes fluttered open, the dim light around her allowing her to take note of her surroundings. She was in a concrete room of some kind, and across the room from her, chained by his wrists which hung loosely in front of him, was a distressed Impulse. She attempted to move forward and help, but found her arms were restrained above her head, her feet unable to touch the ground. She looked up to see shining metal cuffs around her own wrists, a slight pain shooting through them as she tried to wiggle them free. “Impulse? What happened? How did we get here?” “We were attacked in the alleyway. Neither of us saw them coming. They injected you with some kind of tranquilizer liquid and me with a paralysing serum and brought us here. I’ve tried vibrating my wrists to shatter the cuffs, but it looks like they’re designed to cancel out my powers.” Hearing this, (s/h/n) looked back up at her wrists and attempted to melt the cuffs with her fire ability, then tried to make them brittle with a quick switch to her ice abilities when that failed. Still nothing happened. She felt her elemental powers flow through her towards her arms, but as they reached her wrists it was like the power was somehow repressed or blocked. She grunted in frustration, “My powers aren’t working either. Whoever took us must have been planning this for a while.”

There was silence for a while, a feeling of helplessness falling over the two teens, followed by annoyance, then anger. “This is all your fault, you know.” Impulse stated bluntly. (S/h/n)’s eyes widened, then narrowed at the brunette. “My fault? How in hell is this my fault?” “If you hadn’t gone into that alley we wouldn’t be in this situation.” “Well if you had been watching our perimeter instead of taunting me, you would’ve seen the attack coming. Isn’t that what partners are supposed to do when one person is investigating something? Watch their back in case of danger?” Impulse huffed in annoyance, “Oh yeah this is totally all on me. You don’t have to investigate every sound you hear just cause you’re super paranoid about walking around Star City at night.” “Can you blame me? Star City isn’t exactly the safest city on Earth. I’ve had to learn to be careful when I’m out after sunset so nothing bad happens. Figures the one time I let my guard down and trust the person I’m with is the one time something actually does happen.” She muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. He groaned. “Of all the girls I could possibly have fallen for, it just had to be you didn’t it? Couldn’t have been Danni Peters could it? No, it had to be the (h/c) haired, (e/c) eyed annoyance that is (y/f/n).”

As he registered what he had just said, his hands flew to his mouth, stopping himself from saying anything else, even though the damage was already done. (Y/n)’s eyes widened again, her brain not quite finished processing what she had just heard. “Y-you…. fell for m-me? Then…. h-how come you’re always arguing with me? Why are you always picking on me and things I do?” “I…. I guess it was just easier to hide my feelings for you if I pretended they weren’t there. I mean, it’s obvious you don’t feel the same about me, so it hurt less pretending I hated you when it’s clear you hate me.” (Y/n)’s eyes softened. “Hate you? How could I possibly hate you Bart? You’re such a sweet guy, always worrying about your friends and teammates. You put everyone else’s needs before your own, regardless of the consequences. In truth I’ve liked you for a really long time, basically since you first started at the school. I’ve been doing the same thing as you I guess. Hurt like hell every time one of us threw an insult at the other, but it hurt less than the thought of you rejecting my feelings. I’m sorry for everything I’ve said, I never meant any of it.” Bart smiled softly from across the cold, damp room. “I’m sorry too (n/n). You’re such an amazing girl. I reckon I’ve liked you for just about as long as you’ve liked me, but I was just too scared to confront you about my feelings. Hell, I even slugged Robby Fenwick that day when he wouldn’t leave you alone and slapped your butt. Forgive me?” “I was wondering why he just backed off all of a sudden. Thanks for that, and of course I forgive you.” “Heh, you know. If we manage to get out of this, I wanna take you out on a date. Maybe we can go to that theatre you like and see a show. If you want to that is?” (Y/n)’s eyes lit up at the idea. “I’d love to go on a date with you Bart.”

As soon as she had finished saying that, the room flickered, the image of a dark basement room disappearing to be replaced by a room of graph lines and a mechanical voice repeating the phrase “Simulation Terminated.” They looked towards the sound of a door opening, revealing their teammates, all with silly and smug smiles on their faces. “Told you guys it would work. They just needed that little push to admit their feelings for each other.” Robin chuckled as he entered the room and approached Bart, releasing him from his shackles as Nightwing approached (y/n) to do them same. When the cuffs were off, Bart sped forward to (y/n), catching her as she feel from her restraints and pulling her body to mould with his in a tight hug. “Thank God you’re okay. Are you good to walk? Or do you want me to carry you?” She chuckled at he whispered into her ear softly, “I think I’m fine Bart, I can walk.” However, when she tried to take a few steps forward, her knees buckled, alerting the team to something they hadn’t thought of in their plans. Bart quickly caught and swept her into his arms Bridal Style, scowling at his teammates. “You’re body mustn’t have completely rid the tranquilizer serum from your system yet. You’re still waking up. C’mon, I’ll take you to your room so you can lie down. And as for you guys,” he glared at the rest of the surrounding teens and young adults, “you’re all just lucky she’s not hurt, cause that would mean real bad news for all of you. I’ll come back to release my anger out on you later. Right now, my girlfriend needs to rest.” With that, he turned and walked out of Mount Justice’s simulation room, smiling at (y/n) as she rested her head on his shoulder and drifted into a peaceful slumber.

Meanwhile, Zatanna quirked an eyebrow and smirked after the new couple. “Totally worth it, right guys?” The chorus of agreement was all that needed to be said. Things in The Cave would be much more mellow from now on.