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Between depression, some heartache, and just life in general, I haven’t had any ideas or motivation to write.
But it’s back, only I don’t think it’s necessarily in the realm of fanfics. I want to elaborate on some of my former fics that did well. Maybe take some they I didn’t have much juice to and beef them up a bit and maybe publish them (with names changed obviously).
Partly because I have been thinking about it for a long time, but also because I’m in need of some extra income 😭
So if you catch me posting again it’s some feeler stuff!
Eddie cleared his throat and looked away. His cheeks flushed.
“You okay?” Y/N asked.
His grip tightened on the bathroom counter he leaned against. “A pretty girl is kneeling between my legs with my jeans around my ankles. I’m peachy.” He shrugged with an awkward grin.
— summary ；Y/N's convinced her boyfriend is embarrassed to be with her in public, why else would he want to keep their relationship a secret?
— warnings ；Fluff, Angst, Swearing, Season 4 content, Eddie and Reader misunderstanding each other.
— A/N ；I'm normally a slut for Steve Harrington, yet here I am, writing for my new favourite character. This is my first fic on tumblr, so feel free to leave a comment on how I did! Requests are open for any stranger things character, feel free to drop one! ♡
— word count ；3,089.
You loved his hands.
No matter where they were, they always felt amazing, running through your hair or simply rubbing up the sides of your waist, it was as if they had been graced by god.
"G'morning, sweetheart."
Eddie's breath fanned against your neck as he shifted, pressing open mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin, his hands coming up to rub your stomach as pulled you closer.
"Morning, Eds.."
You mumbled back as you snuggled your back into his chest, his fluffy hair tickling at your cheek as he moved around, making sure to cover your entire neck with kisses.
"You slept well, right? I slept like a fucking baby."
Eddie chuckled, the vibrations against your skin sending shivers up your spine, your hands coming down to interlace your fingers with his.
"Yeah, I slept well... Your bed's way comfier than mine..."
You firmly believed that was a fact.
Even in the small dingy caravan he shared with his uncle, his room seemed like a safe space from the rest of the world.
A little isolated corner in Hawkins for the both of you to relax after school, away from everyone else and every problem you had.
You'd spend hours lying in bed in his arms, his face snuggled into your neck much like he was now, his warm hands roaming your body and finally resting on your breasts or stomach; some random vinyl that he had put on hours ago forgotten in the background.
It had been the first time you had actually slept overnight at his caravan, and it truly felt like heaven. His warm body encasing you as you slept, his light snores filling the room once he nodded off, the sounds the TV made from the living room mixing in pleasantly with his own noises.
Although you wished you could stay forever in his arms, feeling the cool air coming in through the window from behind the curtains, listening to his random thoughts and feeling his sweet kisses, you knew everything good had to end.
Eddie pulled his arms from around you, pressing one last kiss to your jaw before leaning up and stretching his arms into the air, making his shirt ride up and reveal his tummy, a yawn leaving his mouth once he had finished his obligatory morning stretches.
"Fuck... Wish I could stay longer here, sweetheart, but duty calls. Got a campaign to organise for tonight, the guys have been cheewing my ear off all week."
He leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before getting up onto his feet and making his way to the bathroom, a faint "hey" coming from outside as he said hello to his uncle.
You shifted underneath the duvet (which smelt just like Eddie, although a bit more weed-ish than he did), looking up at the poster of Black Sabbath he had pinned to the wall right next to his bed, claiming that it was as if god looked down on him while he slept, when for you and everyone else it was just another rock poster among all the others.
As you heard the shower go on, you sighed, knowing that you should probably get up yourself, not wanting to intrude in his uncle's home more than you already had.
Even if he claimed that he didn't mind, that he was glad that Eddie had found someone and was actually going out more often due to you and his club, you couldn't help but feel nervous around the man, feeling as if you always overstayed your welcome.
He would embarrass Eddie in front of you, taking on the roll of the typical mother and showing you pictures of a small Eddie in baths or wearing sunglasses that were too big for his tiny head, the boy whining and complaining the whole time until he was able to pull you away from suffering even more embarrassment.
His uncle claimed that you two were like those cheesy couples he'd watch on late night TV, the picture of a perfect relationship.
Your relationship with Eddie was in fact perfect, everyone knew that.
Well, everyone would know that if you actually came out as a couple.
For some unknown reason, the first few dates you had had with him were done in secret, up on top of a hill at night or in his caravan after school.
You hadn't mentioned it at first, thinking maybe he was new to dating or that he simply felt more comfortable alone, which you of course weren't going to judge.
But you started to gain suspicion when he shot down your ideas of going out together to somewhere like Starcourt (when it was still up and running), or simply meeting up at school to have lunch together.
Then when you had finally started dating, he asked you to keep it a secret for a while until he was ready, but that 'while' quickly turned into half a year.
You loved Eddie, you really did. But sometimes you wondered... Did he love you the way you did? Was he embarrassed of you? Did he feel uncomfortable being around you when you were with other people?
Your thoughts were interrupted as Eddie came back in, his hair slightly damp from the condensation and a towel wrapped around his waist as he walked around the dimly lit room to try and find his clothes.
You smiled at the way he rummaged through that big pile of clothes on his chair, pulling away one of your bras in confusion before throwing it over his shoulder, continuing with his quest to find wearable clothes for that day.
"Here, let me-"
You pulled the curtains away from the window, rolling your eyes as Eddie hissed dramatically as the rays of the morning sun hit his skin, striking a vampire like pose with his arm covering half his face, stopping instantly as he saw your eye roll, watching you start to tidy up his bed.
"You're killing me here, babe."
He mumbled under his breath, grabbing his Hellfire shirt and slipping it on, turning away from you to pull down the towel and put some boxers and trousers on.
You couldn't help but sneak a peak at his ass as he leaned down to pick his clothes up, blushing bright red as he quickly shimmied into his jeans, finally noticing your stare when he turned his head around, smirking proudly before clapping his hands together and snapping you out of it, motioning to your discarded clothes on the floor.
"C'mon, you want a ride or not?"
You stopped as you leaned down to grab your bra, turning to look at him in confusion as you slowly moved to pick your underwear up.
"A ride?"
"Yeah, a ride, y'know, vroom vroom?"
He moved his hands as if he were holding a steering wheel, staring back at you with the same confusion written across his face.
"I- I know what a ride is, Eddie! I'm not stupid!"
"Then why are you acting like I just spoke russian?"
You blinked owlishly at him, forcing yourself to rip your stare away from him and back down to your clothes, fiddling with a loose string from your underwear that stuck out.
Truth be told, Eddie had never offered you a ride.
Well, that was a lie. You had been in his car million of times, whether it be to make out or to drive you to his house, but he had never once offered to take you to school.
He picked you up sometimes after your club had ended, when there were barely any people hanging around the school grounds, saying a brisk hello before latching onto your lips once the car doors were closed.
Even when you mentioned on the phone that you'd be walking to school from your house or that Robin and Steve were going to pick you up, he simply hummed and wished you a safe ride.
He never once volunteered himself to take you to school.
"Hey, love? You're not blacking out on me are you?"
His voice and his sudden touch on your shoulder made you turn around to look at him, his lips turned up into that goofy smile of his, fingers softly squeezing your shoulder to make sure you were okay.
"Yeah, yeah- It's just, you've never really driven me to school..."
Now it was Eddie's turn to look away, inhaling sharply and kissing his teeth, fiddling with one of the rings that he had accidentally left on while sleeping, the cool metal feeling nice against his warm fingers.
"I uh- I'm not going to make you walk all the way from here, am I?"
Eddie could be a dick sometimes, but he wouldn't go to the lengths of making you walk from the caravan park to Hawkins High while he drove there, he wasn't that type of guy.
Still, you couldn't help but feel guilty at the thought that maybe- just maybe, he felt obliged to giving you a ride simply because he would feel bad for making you go to school alone.
"I thought you were embarrassed of being with me..."
You suddenly muttered underneath your breath, Eddie almost getting whiplash from how quick he turned to look at you, his eyes blown out wide as his mouth opened and closed, much like a fish out of water would.
"Wh- Embarrassed? Of you? Never! Why would you-"
He tripped over his own words, hands moving around as he tried to articulate the words he couldn't find, and if you weren't in the middle of being upset, you would have found it quite endearing.
"You're embarrassed of being with me! That's why you want to keep this a secret, right?"
You said, trying your best to not let your voice crack, but it ended up being in vain, since you ended up sounding like a teen going through puberty.
His warm hands instantly found yours as he realised how upset you actually were, bringing them up to his lips and peppering kisses over your knuckles, muttering "no", over and over as he shook his head.
He couldn't believe what he was actually hearing.
Embarrassed? Of you?
You were one of the most, hell, scratch that; the most beautiful girl in Hawkins! Why would he be embarrassed of being around you?!
His kisses halted as he let go of your hands, looking down at you with a concerned look, his fingers coming up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, wiping away a few stray tears that had started to form with his knuckles.
"Why'd you think that? Why would I ever be embarrassed of you, darling? You're perfect..."
You looked away from his dark gaze, shrugging your shoulders, knowing that if you opened your mouth right then it would all come out messy, probably making the poor guy even more confused.
Yet, he deserved to know what you were thinking, right? That was how relationships worked.
You took a deep breath, turning your head to look back at him and finally spoke. "You always go on these rants about the popular kids being dicks, yet you spent like... Half a year making out with me... Even if I'm one of those so-called dicks."
Eddie's face softened, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks and nodded, egging you on to continue, letting you know that he would listen.
"You want to keep us a secret because you're worried that people will see you as a liar when they see you dating one of the people that you claim you hate."
You felt bad for saying all these things, but you couldn't help but finally get it off your chest, all those feelings that you had pushed down for his sake, scared that maybe he'd get angry at you for not respecting his wishes and dump you, even with the knowledge that Eddie wasn't like that.
He wasn't one of those dicks that went from girl to girl, not caring about their feeling nor the consequences of their actions. Eddie was nothing like them.
He was the sweetest person you had ever met, making sure you were always comfortable around him, that his antics never scared you, that you were okay whenever he saw you mildly tense... He even introduced you to his uncle, brought you to his caravan, let you into the deepest parts of his heart that he had always kept to himself.
You felt bad for unloading this onto him, but you couldn't just ignore it anymore, even if he broke up with you, he had to know how he was making you feel.
You take his calloused hands into yours, pulling them away from your now-red face and taking a step back, your arms crossing over your chest as you looked away as soon as you realised the tears you had tried your best to keep at bay were now freely running down your cheeks.
"Hey, hey, no!"
You felt his warm hands instantly land on your waist, pulling you towards him and letting you rest your head against his chest, a shaky breath leaving his mouth as he snuggled his face into your hair, sighing softly.
"I'm sorry, pretty girl... Of course I'm not embarrassed of you. Far fucking from it. I want nothing more than to drive into school with you every morning, hold your pretty lil' hand as we walk through the halls, eat lunch underneath the bleachers with you like in those silly rom-coms my uncle watches, I want nothing more than to be your boyfriend... A proper one."
He leaned back, allowing you to continue your hug as he brought his hands up to your face, smiling softly at the sight of your confused expression, finding the way you cocked your head to a side adorable.
His thumbs ran over the apple of your cheeks, the cool metal of his rings rubbing comfortably against your warm skin, a small part of you getting worried that maybe your tears would rust the cheap material.
"You, my beautiful girl, are the most amazing girl in Hawkins. I could never be embarrassed of you. I... Never meant for it to come off that way, I was stupid for even suggesting to keep this a secret."
"Then why did you?" You asked slowly, recognising the guilt written on his face as he tried to come up with an answer, your nails digging into the denim of his jacket.
"Cause I thought you would be the one who'd be embarrassed. Not me."
Huh?
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, making him groan and raise a hand to his face to cover his eyes, already having felt exposed enough, not ready for another wave of nerves to wash over him.
"What do you-"
"Fuck, look! You're - You're the most popular girl in Hawkins! Everyone wants you, fuck, I'm surprised Steve hasn't made a move on you yet, considering how much you hang out with each other!"
He cried out in exasperation, moving back as soon as you let go of his jacket and leaning on the wall of posters behind him, running his ringed fingers through his curly hair.
"I... Didn't want to ruin your reputation. If people realised you were dating someone like me, the fucking king of freaks, they'd label you as one too! I'm sure you've worked hard for your reputation... I can't just ruin that out of my own selfishness."
Your gaze softened as you noticed the way his fingers were nervously tapping against the wall, his other hand pulling and tugging at his locks as he looked everywhere but your face, clearly doing his best to not feel even more uncomfortable than he already was.
"You were doing it to protect me?"
"I mean- Protect your reputation more than anything. I didn't want you to get bullied like me or the Hellfire club, y'know? I didn't want to see my favourite person be put down simply because of going out with me. I didn't want to be the cause behind your friends leaving you-"
You interrupted him as you smiled, his eyes instantly darting towards you and cocking an eyebrow up in confusion.
"Is my meltdown amusing to you, Miss L/N?"
You gasped, shaking your head and trying to wipe the smile off, yet you couldn't help it at the realisation behind his words.
Eddie only wanted to protect you from being hurt by your friends.
He didn't hate you, he didn't feel embarrassed by you, fuck, he loved you!
"No, of course it's not, Mister Munson... I'm just... Shocked that- that's the actual reason."
Eddie chuckled, pushing himself forwards with his foot and walking up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and starting to sway you around.
"You actually thought it was because I was embarrassed? Oh, honey. You're the best fucking thing that's happened to me. Why in the world wouldn't I want you next to me?"
Your arms found their way around his neck, his thumbs softly rubbing circles on your waist as he slowly pulled you two around the room, what had began as an attempted hug, now having turned into some sort of weird waltz.
"Does that mean that I get to be your girlfriend? Officially?"
You'd never seen Eddie smile brighter than he did right then.
"Officially."
Your heart did flips as he spun you around, finally dipping you and dramatically pressing his lips to yours, lifting you back up before you could slip out of his grasp and smiling down at you.
"So about that ride..."
Dustin and Mike had seen weird, terrifying, hell even traumatic things... But nothing could have prepared them for the sight of you, one of the most popular girls in school, climbing out of Eddie's car in one of his jackets, his hand holding yours as he helped you out.
"Oh, dude, no, no, no."
"I think I'm going to puke-"
Dustin hurled as soon as he saw you press your lips to Eddie's, Mike's expression of horror being shared amongst most of the students of Hawkins High.
Everyone got the memo as soon as Eddie lifted his middle finger up, his other arm hooked around your waist as he buried his face into your neck, everyone turning around and trying to get back to their own conversations.
"You're so extra, Eds... You literally parked in middle of the field..."
"What can I say, honey? I love a dramatic entrance."
Summary: After Eddie is accused of murdering Chrissy, he goes to the one person he knows can help him calm down - Y/N.
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It was nearing the end of the school day and Y/N headed over to her car, books clutched in her arms. She was more than grateful to leave school after a very non-eventful day of learning. Y/N regretted coming to school as soon as her first class started, she wished she skipped the day instead. Her parents were away for the next two weeks so she had the whole house to herself and her parents would never know that she skipped one day.
As soon as Y/N was standing next to her car, she placed her books on the hood before rummaging in her bag to find her keys. She pushed everything around in search of them. Normally they would be in the bottom of her bag but the more she rummaged, the more she panicked as they were nowhere to be seen.
Summary: One thing Eddie doesn't tolerate, is shit from the higher ups. You decide to reward him after he oh so bravely stands up for you...
Warnings: Horror Elements, Demogorgon, Language, Body Dysmorphia, Bullying... Please Shield your screens I'm serious, Smut (+18) Minors DNI, Marking, Blowjob, Praise Kink, Vocal Eddie, Dirty Talk, Pussy rubbing etc.
Continuation of this fic.
[Can be read as a standalone]
The instructor saunters along the front of the class.
"I know you ladies are spent!"
Her hands are on her narrow hips as if she were an army general addressing her incredibly unfit new recruits.
"I know your legs are hurting-" You could highly attest to that statement. You swear every open pore on your skin was coated in sweat.
"-Stomachs cramping, maybe even a little burn in your chest if you're that much of a lost cause." That's apparently a joke and the 20 other girls in the class perceive it as such.
But you're not laughing. Your chest actually feels as if someone had set it alight, your hands are resting on your spandex-clad knees.
"But it's not over yet, ladies! We've got one more round!" She claps her hands petulantly, "Think about how sexy you're all going to look at the start of your senior year!"
That makes your shoulders sag like a sack of potatoes.
You're not deflated by the idea of a final workout routine or the upcoming school year… but as you send a gaze over your exposed shoulder, you spot the group of boys milling about through the transparent doors. Jazzercise always called for a crowd of the opposite sex hoping to catch a glimpse of rotating hips in glowing, neon spandex.
And today is no different.
"But before we get our groove on... 5 minute break, ladies!"
Girls disperse to make a beeline for their water bottles but you're dragging your body to your tote strewn among many others at the back of the class. Just as you're sieving through the bag, your mobile rings.
With the antenna ejected, you press 'answer'.
"Speak." You say, fully aware of the caller on the other end.
"Jesus Christ, you sound like shit." Lucas chuckles to your grave expense and you frown.
"What do you want?"
After getting a few more chuckles in he replies. "To know why the hell Eddie Munson showed up and asked where you were?"
Your heart leaps and suddenly, both your hands are encircled around the brick.
"Eddie was there?" You whisper-yell into the receiver. "Fuck. Did mom or dad see?"
"No, and you're welcome-"
"-You didn't fucking do anything."
"-I saved your ass and you didn't answer my question." There's a sliver of protectiveness in Lucas' voice that was rare for him. It almost makes you smile.
Almost.
"It's nothing."
There's a pause on the other side of the line. Just crackling static before Lucas sighs.
"I told him you went to Jazzercise so he's picking you up."
Your world fucking sinks.
"Wha-" And just then, the instructor summons everyone back with a startling clap.
"Okay, Ladies! Time for the final stretch!"
You quickly regain consciousness, mutter a goodbye and cut the line. You walk morbidly back to your spot in the row. Your heart sinks with every step.
"Uh, sorry," Your hand is raised in the air like you're seated in history class. "When does the class end?" The instructor, in all her perky perfection, smiles.
"14:30, dear." Before addressing the class once more.
Your heart plummets to the very bottom of your feet as the woman addresses the rest of the class.
"I think it's time too…" She signals to an entity in the back of the room with a pointed finger. And just then…
"Push it!" By Salt-N-Pepa starts blasting through the boombox against the floor to ceiling mirror. You're scrambling to snap out of it- to wash away the impending dread- and so you follow the instructor's movements. Doing the squats despite you're thigh's protests.
You're doing well until a gorgeous girl beside you, leans in. You’re momentarily tripped when you realize she's a part of the cheer squad.
Fuck small towns.
"You're not tired yet are you?" Her tone appears harmless at first, but it's the snicker she throws over to company on the other side that lays on the malice.
"No," You say, failing to look anywhere but her perfectly blue eyes and weirdly sullen, model face. "I just wanted to know the time."
"That's good!" She says, inflicting a longer dip on her impossibly smooth and long legs. "Wouldn't wanna have to call the ambulance because of a 'man down' kinda situation. Bad for business,"
You don't exactly know whether to respond, laugh, or ignore her.
Laughing would mean laughing at your own expense, so you settle for a half-wince, half-nod, half-smile, before turning your attention back to the instructor. You pray to fucking God someone does drop dead. Then it would mean class would end early before-
"Holy mother of… freaks." The girl beside you has halted her exercise and is staring out the window. "Is that Eddie Munson?"
The fear and dread wells like a well in your bottomless stomach and you're nearly hyperventilating. You didn't want him to see you like this. Wearing a woolen jumper over your leotard because your body was a little different.
Just as the music dies down, the instructor echoes a "Great job ladies! And good luck for senior year!" The girls disperse while some signal for their dwindling boyfriend's to come inside. Your head is down as you try to make it to your bag when-
"What the fuck are you doing here?" The girl is enveloped in a Hawkins High athlete jacket. Courtesy of the boy on her arm.
"Probably came to perv on everyone." snickers the boyfriend.
"Actually, Gemma and Gemma's boy scout," You wince as you grab your tote, hearing the inevitable cocky eccentricities slip out of Eddie's mouth. "I'm here to pick someone up." You turn, slowly, very slowly, before walking up to the chatting group.
And Eddie?
He sticks out like a sore fucking thumb.
His muddy sneakers squeak against the waxed wooden floors as he paces around the couple. "But it really is none of your business, is it, Gemma?"
The girl bristles, "My name is Jenna-"
Eddie tsks, "Mm- I'm pretty sure-"
Her 6 foot Neanderthal shoves Eddie on the shoulder, and by some hellish switch, you're revved up.
"Ooh!" Eddie says, "I love a handsy man!" Just as you encircle a hand around his leatherbound bicep you say, "Eddie, Let's go."
"Oh! This is rich!" You can hear the girl's voice bounce off the walls as you drag Eddie out of the class. "Sinclair finally found herself a little boyfriend?" Her words arise a flurry of chuckles and you pray for nothing more than to get to Eddie's fucking van. "The slut's finally hit rock-bottom-"
The bicep in your grip vanishes as Eddie twirls on his heels and saunters back to the group. "I do in fact hope you're speaking about another Sinclair, Gemma?," your eyes are wide, horrified but so undeniably… thrilled, "You know I personally always thought sluttiness was above you know… being an actual coke whore?"
She's bristling. Ready to fucking burst but he's already skipping back over to you. Not before singing a "Gotta Blaze!"
He interlocks your fingers and pulls you toward the van. You're captured in a whirlwind of emotions but shock takes center stage. It fucking increases when Eddie pushes you up against the side of the vehicle, crashing his lips onto yours. Right there, in the fucking open. The kiss is deep and weirdly apologetic. His hands are on your cheeks with his thumb rubbing slow circles.
"Hi," he smiles down at you once your lips disconnect.
"Hi." You say back up at him.
That was when you got the idea.
"Why do you hang out here anyway? It's like..." He sends a glance over his shoulder, blocking out the sunlight, "A NEST FOR FUCKING LOSERS!" A boy with his arm around a girl flips Eddie the bird. He snickers when he turns back to you, but the smile disappears when he sees the look on your face.
"Woah... hey?"
"I just..." the flashbacks were once a flicker in your mind, whenever you took a shower or made a sandwich. They now bled into episodic recollections of that thing without the face. Lunging through the woods. Trying to get to you.
"I wanted a distraction. Before school starts, you know?"
He smiles, "This year's gonna be fucking sick."
He jumps up in a wave of excitement.
"Anyway d'you like the surprise?" He asks, opening the door for you before running to the other side. "Sinclair really made the shit difficult for me." You hop into the van and he joins you shortly after, "It was like 'Lethal Weapon'." He says, "Real interrogative shit,"
"Lucas is weird." Is all you say before he starts the car.
You place a hand over his lap stopping him. "Wait."
You steal a glance over your shoulder, noticing the prissy party hop into their vehicles and drive off. "What?"
You turn back to him and lean over the seat. "Okay, tits in my face,"
You turn the keys and the motor's hum dissolves into quiet. "Is everything okay-"
You're leaning over to driver's seat, capturing him in a kiss once more. This time, it's much more frisky, your hands running along his stomach.
"That was really fucking hot," You say, kissing down his neck. You suck particularly hard in a soft spot that has him gasping, his fingers digging into the side of the car.
His voice is a hoarse whisper.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You're kissing along his neck, marking him, pleased to see the cherry-red marks left in its wake. He groans as your hands slip under his shirt.
"Full disclosure, you're seriously going to make me fucking bust if you carry on," it's said with a broad smile, without an ounce of shame causing you to chuckle. You lean back against the passenger seat, looking around once more before replying, "I'm counting on it,"
"Hey-Uh, what's going on right now?"
You're unbuckling the seatbelt before bringing your knees up on the seat. Your hands touch the roof as you pull a scrunchie over your mass of coils and curls.
"Sit back a bit," he does as you say, confusion still completely prevalent on his face.
"Am I about to get murdered? That's like really sick and also fucking hot."
You're leaning over the stick shift before unbuttoning Eddie's pants.
"Woah- hey- holy fuck!" His cock is fully erect through his boxers and you look up at him through hooded eyes. "Is this okay?"
He's once again pulled into silence. Like that first evening you met. His heart racing, face completely frozen. You'd broken him. Again.
"Eddie?"
He snaps out of it and says, "Jesus Christ, I hope this isn't a dream,"
You snort and mutter a, "guess I'll take that as a yes," before dipping your head down to his waist once again. You support yourself by propping your hand on his thigh before letting your breath ghost over the impressionable bulge in his boxer. "Lower," You say and he lifts his hips, eagerly wiggling his pants just a little lower.
"Perfect." You say.
"No you are." He watches you intently, not ever wanting to blink before you pull out his cock with your free hand. You're baffled, fucking impressed with its size.
"Nice cock-"
"- I've never gotten a blowjob before." The words fly out of his mouth and he snaps his lips closed. You're stunned. For the first time since you met him... Eddie's face becomes awash in red.
"I'm happy to be your first," You say, and he's about to reply before you take his entire cock in your mouth.
"OH MY GOD-" You waste absolutely no time in dipping your head up and down, trying to get a good suction going.
"Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus FUCKING Christ!" He's loud, so fucking loud and his hand hits the roof, completely restless. He inevitably finds his fingers diving into your hair.
You're distantly worries his rings will get knotted but you also don't give a fuck.
"'So fucking perfect," he whispers hoarsley and you hum over his cock, the vibration causing him to fucking groan into the air. He's so fucking loud.
"Fuck yes, more. Take more of my cock down your pretty little throat- fuck-"
You're becoming completely aroused by how much he's enjoying this. You unknowingly wiggle your butt in the air. And soon, his hand finds your ass.
"Fuck yes!" He reaches over your thighs, hand dipping between your crotch like its nothing. "You're fucking soaked right through this thing," he signals to the leotard and you're moaning around his cock.
He's rubbing slow, distracted circles around your crotch, keeping his eyes on you as your mouth travels even deeper. The tip of his cock finally reaches the back of your throat. You squeeze your toes together.
"Holy fucking fuck, I'm gonna cum." You're nodding, signaling exactly where you want him to do it.
"Holy shit- 'gonna let me cum in your pretty little mouth? P-Please say yes, it'll be so awkward if its a no!" You chuckle and hum around his cock before feeling it twitch. "Oh Jesus, oh fuck-"
You're smiling around his cock as he finally shoots his load down your throat. His cum filling your entire mouth while his body writes underneath you. He's a panting, heaving ball of release when he speaks up again.
"F-Fuck, you're not actually gonna-"
"I already swallowed." You say, hopping up from the seat and smiling," You adjust yourself and give him an innocent little smile as you fasten your seatbelt.
Summary: The Avengers save your life, only you saved one of them first.
Word Count: 4,119
Warning: talk of being held captive, nightmare, cussing
A/N: This was started in 2018??? Oooops. I added an ending but will probably write more for it. I really enjoy this and can’t believe i never finished it. Hope you like!!! <3
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You heard the alarm first. The cell you were in was small and dark, the only light coming from the device around your neck. The wailing of the alarm was bouncing off your walls and you knew what it meant. Someone, or something, had breached the perimeter.
You heard the stomping and the yelling next. Guards running down the hall outside your door
“EAST SIDE BREACHED!”
“WEST SIDE ALSO!”
“EVERYONE REPORT TO THE PERIMETER”
Then you heard the fighting. Guns, grenades, grunts from what you assumed was hand to hand combat. Making yourself as small as possible, you crouched in the corner of the room listening to the battle outside. Then, nothing. Everything went quiet except for soft voices coming from the hall.
“While Nat gets the intel from the computers, check the rooms. Who knows how many people they have locked up for experiments.” Soon after you heard doors start to unlock. You counted the hissing of the locks, knowing they were getting closer to your door. HYDRA only kept a handful of you here. Their human experiments, trying to create the next Winter Soldier, or better.
Two doors left, if I hold my breath they won’t see me.
You knew they couldn’t anyway, the moment you heard the fighting you triggered the power that the experiments had given you, invisibility. Unfortunately, the device around your neck has a light bar on it that tracks your breathing so the guards always knew where you were. Even after all the training they forced you to do, you still couldn’t completely control when you went invisible, so they gave you the collar to always see you.
You heard the hissing of your door start to unlock. The moment light started to poke through you held your breath. Watching from the corner, a large shadow walked into the room, gun drawn ready for any possible attack. As the figure scanned the room you saw the light catch on something shiny, at first you thought it was protective armor, then as the door opened wider you gasped.
“Who’s there?” The collar on your neck lit up. “What the fuck?” He stepped closer and that’s when you knew you were right.
“Bucky!” You gasped again, his face illuminated by the light on your neck. “Oh my gosh, Bucky!” You started sobbing.
“What the..” He cut off as you slowly started to reappear, tears running down your face. “Y/N?” You nodded, unable to form words. He crouched beside you, reaching out, “What happened to you?” You shook your head, sobbing even harder, your entire body shaking. You were saved.
The tears didn’t stop for what felt like hours. Your emotions were in a whirlwind and you couldn’t control the heavy sobs shaking your entire body. Bucky helped you up, gathered the few personal belongings you had been allowed to keep, and took you to the rest of his team.
“How can we trust her? What’s her story?” A large blond man asked, side-eying you.
Bucky sighed, “Steve, I know her. She’s not a threat. Just trust me. And that's her story to tell. But she helped me once, now it’s my turn.”
“Okay.” Steve turned to the rest of the group addressing them on what they found during the sweep of the building.
“Y/N, are you okay now?” You just sniffled and nodded, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “They are going to want to know what happened.” He crouched in front of you, blue eyes searching your sunken face for any answers.
You took in a shaky breath, whipping your nose in the blanket. “I can’t.” The voice sounded foreign in your ears, cracking and dry from the tears. “I-I can’t.” Tears blurred your vision, and suddenly your hands disappeared.
“Uh, Cap?” A voice behind Bucky questioned.
Shit
With a deep, steady breath, you will yourself to reappear.
“What was that?” The same voice from before questioned. Confusion written in everyone’s face. Bucky turned towards Steve, wordless speaking to him
“Alright team, I’m sure we all have questions to ask..”
“Y/N.” Buck answered for you, still planted in front of you.
“I’m sure there’s a lot to tell. But for now, if we have everything we came for, let’s go home.” Steve was clearly the leader, and you mentally thanked him for trying to keep everyone’s attention on the matter at hand.
A hand softly touched your arm causing you to jump. “It’s just me.” Bucky whispered. “Let’s get you home.”
———
You were jolted awake by the soft thud of the jet landing, instantly worried it was all a dream. The soft whispers of the team moving around told you it wasn’t. Bucky had introduced you to the team; Steve, Sam, and Natasha as you guys took off. They were all friendly, but had their guards up, and for good reason, they did just rescue a stranger from a HYDRA base who can suddenly go invisible.
As everyone finished unpacking the jet, Bucky led you to a room, quickly introduced you to Bruce, Wanda and Vision.
“You can stay here. Tony already said it was okay.” Your eyes widened at the mention of Tony Stark. Bucky just chuckled, “Yes, Iron Man. He built this place for us to stay in. This can be your room if you want. It’s got a full bathroom, a small kitchen like set up, and a seating area. It’s like a mini apartment. And my apartment is down the hall.” He was pointing at everything as he spoke. “You can get cleaned up if you’d like, Natasha said she will bring you some clothes.” You nodded. Still trying to take in the massive room. When you looked back at Bucky he was already watching you. “The team will want to debrief soon, but you don’t have to go to that. They will want to have a meeting with you. Especially Fury.”
You gasped. “Fury is still alive?”
He nodded. “Yeah, he is definitely going to want to see you. But only when you are ready to talk about everything. Okay? I’ll let you get settled in.” With a pat on the arm he made to turn, but you grabbed his wrist.
“Thank you.” Tears tickled your eyes again. “Thank you for saving me.”
“You saved me, it’s only fair that I do the same.” And with a soft smile, he left the room.
After a few moments of taking in the room, you made your way to the bathroom. Oh my god. It was also massive. A big walk in shower, huge tub, and a working toilet. You slowly turn, stopping at the mirror.
“Holy shit.” Your face is sunken, dark circles under your almost empty looking eyes, your hair is a massive tangle, and your neck rubbed raw from the collar. Again, tears slip from your eyes. You knew you looked a mess, but you didn’t expect this. It’s like a completely different person is looking back.
Searching the drawer, you find a pair of scissors. “No use in fighting this.” You say, grabbing a chunk of hair at the base of your neck. The knots are so thick that it takes a few squeezes before it’s detached. After cutting a few more knots out, you are able to brush through it easier, evening out a few strands, stopping just above your shoulders. Somewhat satisfied, and feeling just a little lighter you start the shower.
The water is hot, almost boiling, turning every inch of you red. It had been so long since you had a hot shower that you almost moaned at the feeling of the water. You aren’t sure how long you stayed in there, but the water had run cold by the time you washed your hair for a third time.
As promised, clean clothes were waiting for you on your bed, as well as a basket of fruit, and some sandwiches on the counter with a note. Eat up, rest up, if you need anything let us know. Reaching for an apple, you studied it a moment before taking a bite. Yet another moan left your mouth as you tasted the sweet fruit you hadn’t had in years. After eating another apple and a sandwich, you curled up in bed, instantly welcoming the warmth of sleep.
———
Chirp chirp.
Birds? Rubbing your hands down your face, confusion filled your body. There was a soft bed and cozy pillow under you, and a warm heavy blanket over you. It took a moment for you to remember where you were. No longer in hell. I’m safe. I hope. Sitting up, you have to cover your eyes from the high sun basking your room in bright light.
Slowly, you climb out of bed and head to the door. You vaguely remember the way back to the common room Bucky showed you on your way through, and were pleased with yourself when you found it. Following the smell of bacon? You walk into the kitchen, a nice charter fills the room, that is, till they notice you enter.
“About time you woke up.” Bucky says from the stove, turning when he realizes everyone stopped talking.
“How long was I asleep?” Your voice is small, feeling uncomfortable with everyone looking at you.
“Three days.” Sam says through a bite of cereal. “Didn’t think you would wake up. Oof. Who kicked me?” He scanned the table, but no one answered.
“Oh. I didn’t realize I slept that long. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a bed that comfortable.” You rubbed your arms suddenly hyper aware of everyone looking at you.
“Bacon?” Bucky's voice pulled you from the thoughts of wanting to disappear. “We have eggs and toast too if you’d like.” He sat the plate down on the bar, motioning for you to sit.
“Yes, please. Do you have any apple butter?”
“Sure do.” His voice was light, the smile on his face a far contrast from the Bucky you knew. But you were glad for the change. Slowly the conversations picked up and the atmosphere of the room shifted back to light and airy. Buck placed the plate of eggs and toast beside the bacon, then turned to fetch some orange juice and the apple butter. “When you’re finished I’ll take you to go see Tony about removing that.” He motioned around his own neck. You just nodded, too worried about eating as much of the hot meal as you could.
“Ah! Mrs. (Y/N). Nice to meet you.” Tony Stark's voice rang through the massive lab. “How are you feeling?”
“Um.” Your voice was lost, the lab was spectacular, much like the one you used was to work in. “I’m feeling okay. It’s taking some time to get my bearings, but I think I’ll make it.
“Excellent. Now, what do you say we work on getting this monstrosity off you, have a seat? May I?” He asked, before reaching out to examine the collar closer. “Hm. F.R.I.D.A.Y. Can you ask Bruce to join us please.”
“Yes Mr. Stark, right away.” A voice boomed from nowhere, causing you to curse under your breath.
“It’s alright, she’s kinda like my assistant. If you need anything or anyone, she’s definitely the one to ask.”
“Mr. Banner is here.” Her voice spoke again, just as the doors opened.
“What’s up, Tony?” He nodded a hello at Bucky and you before turning back to Stark.
“Tell me what you see.” He pointed at the collar. Bruce slowly examined the device, brows knitted together as he walked around. “Can you do your thing?” He asked, waving his hands in an awkward manner.
“Uh, maybe.” You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths you willed yourself to disappear. Thinking of the pain you endured while held captive.
“Woah.” When you opened your eyes you were met with Bruce looking right at you, well, through you. “Do you know how this thing works? Because when you do that, everything on you also disappears except that.”
You nod, forgetting they can’t see you. “I do. It’s coated in a poly resin, so the device never actually touched my skin,” you slowly reappear, “the light is activated by the movement of my chests when I breathe.” You hold your breath for a moment and the light starts to dim.
“Can you take it off?” Bucky asked from against the wall. He was so quiet you had almost forgotten he was there.
“That’s where we have a problem.” Tony says. “There isn’t a place for a key, and I don’t see any seams where it’s stuck together.“ He puts his finger over his lips. “Any ideas.” He was looking right at you, asking you.
“Do you have a mirror?” You asked, deciding to push yourself to look closer at the device that has been your personal prison. After a closer inspection, you sign. “Those bastards.” You look at the three men staring back at you. “I think it’s time for that meeting.”
An hour later you were sitting with the rest of the team in the conference room. Fury was just as shocked to see you as you were to see him.
“Y/N.” He gave you a surprising hug, everyone watched in awh. “I for sure thought you were gone. Oh man. What happened to you, you look awful.”
You give a nervous laugh. “That's what this meeting is about. I think everyone needs to know.” You took a seat at the center of the table between Fury and Bucky. Nerves started to bubble deep in your stomach as you prepared yourself to start talking.
“Whenever you’re ready.” Bucky said from beside you. Patting the back of your clenched fist.
After a deep breath you began. “First things first. If I disappear, I apologize. I’ve got a hard time controlling it, especially when I get worked up. So obviously you know I’m Y/N. I was working for S.H.I.E.L.D. when Fury asked me if I would be willing to go undercover in HYDRA. I accepted and worked my way up to assistant lead scientists. Once a month I would send and receive intel. Most of it was just different experiments they were trying on weapons, or people. A little after a year, I got a request to retrieve as much intel as I could on a subject.
That’s when I learned about Bucky. Fury sent me some of his files and asked me to help him try to remember different things. I’d tell him different stories and stuff from his past and he started to remember a few things here and there. HYDRA didn’t know, obviously. That’s how he was able to get away.” You paused, returning his action by patting his clenched fist. After a shake breath you continued. “A month later I was working in the lab when everything went dark. When I woke up, I was strapped to a chair with an IV in my arm.” You closed your eyes tight. “They told me I wasn’t the only mole. They had people in S.H.I.E.L.D. and they knew that I was passing intel out. That’s when they started the experiments. Everyday, for hours I was strapped in the chair with the IV in my arm. I knew it was one of three serums, the one that turn people into super soldiers, gave people super speed, or made them invisible.
At first, nothing was working. I could tell they were getting frustrated because they started getting rougher and using different methods to see if it would work. Then one morning when they came to get me, I was so scared I just wanted to be gone. That was the first time I vanished. They quickly locked the door and pumped the room with gas. When I woke up again I had this thing around my neck.” You pointed at the device, then whipped away tears you hadn’t realized slipped out. “After that it was test after test to find what triggered the change. Most of them involved physical pain or trying to get me to fight other people they had experimented on. After a while I gave up. I let them drag me where they wanted me, do what they wanted.”
“Not to dampen this story more, but why didn’t they just kill you?” Sam asked. His voice was soft, clearly just curious.
“That’s where things get twisted. While I was working for them, I helped invent the serum they used on me. My hope was, anyone who ended up with it would be able to sneak out and seek help. They told me time and time again, they only kept me because I knew the formula and if they needed to they would find a way to get it out of me. This,” You move the collar, “I also invented but the one I made was a dud. The moment a person would trigger their powers, it was supposed to vanish with them. It also had a release mechanism to let them get out of it. I guess when they caught me they looked through my stuff and found the flaws because this is different from the one I designed.”
The room stayed quiet while everyone processed the new information. The only noise was the sniffles coming from you as you had a steady stream of tears now.
“Did you ever try to escape?” Fury asked, breaking the silence.
“Once. And only once. I had gathered enough strength to try and fight my way out. Which at the time seemed like a good idea. I made it past three guards before they got to me, tazing me and breaking my leg. After that I was kept in that tiny cell and only used when they wanted to test the strength of a new experiment.” You paused again, feeling that nervous feeling trying to bubble over. With a shaking hand you whipped your face and took a deep breath. “I lost track of time and almost lost my mind. But then you guys showed up, and saved me.” Your voice cracked as you broke into a sob.
Fury gently placed a hand on your back. “I feel like this is my fault and I want to apologize for putting you in this mess.”
“No, you aren’t to blame. I knew what I was risking, just didn’t know that they were one step ahead.” You sit back in the chair, closing your eyes and breathing slow. “I totally understand if you guys have a hard time trusting me. I’ve seen first hand the stuff they have made people do.” Bucky grunted. “If you guys would rather me be somewhere else, I understand. You have something great here and I don’t want to impose.” You looked around at everyone, trying to read their faces. It was clear that they didn’t know the extent of what you went through. Some of them had even teared up a bit.
Fury spoke first. “We have a bunker you can stay in. It’s secure, but you wouldn’t be able to leave often. It’s a S.H.I.E.L.D safe house, so you wouldn’t be alone.”
You’d been so focused on listening to Fury that you missed the unspoken meeting happening with the rest of the group. Tony cleared his throat. “We’d like you to stay.”
“Really?” Being surprised was an understatement. You were so sure they didn’t want you to stay.
Steve nodded. “It will take some time, on both ends, but we think you could be a great asset to the team.” Relief washed over you as you cried again, this time tears of happiness.
“There is one request we ask of you.” Tony said, looking at you over his glasses. “You have to spend some time trying to get your powers under control. From what I’ve seen, you almost have it. With a little more work I think you can master it.”
You sat up straight, nodding your head. “Yes sir.”
“Also, please don’t call me sir.” He laughed. “So it’s settled, Y/N is welcome to stay here as long as she likes.” Everyone nodded. “Alright then. First thing tomorrow morning, my lab. We will work on a way to get that off.” He pointed at the collar before dismissing everyone.
———
“Did you really think you’d get away?” The familiar voice whispered close to your ear.
You tried to move but your arms were strapped tight. “No!” Your scream scratched your throat and you wiggled around.
“For a scientist of your caliber, you sure are stupid. This is a secure facility.” Something cold touches your arm and you struggle harder. “Hold still. You know the drill.”
“HELP!” This wasn’t right. Tears streaked your cheeks as you tried to wiggle free. Suddenly you heard a different voice. This one was louder.
“Y/N. Wake up.” Your arms moved, freed from the restraints as you tried to get away again. “Y/N. It’s Bucky. That’s my face.” Your arm was caught and fingers slowly slipped between yours. “You’re dreaming. Come back to me. Wake up.”
With a gasp you sprang up and out of the bed. Bucky was kneeling on the other side, his eyes wide as he watched you. Before either of you could speak the door flew open and everyone was storming in, weapons drawn, scanning the room.
You made a squeak noise, covering your wet eyes with your shaking hands and fell to the ground.
“Clear.” A few voices said.
“Bucky?”
Between your fingers you could see toes as someone stepped close, then Bucky’s voice was over you. “Nightmare.” A hand touched you lightly. “Y/N? You’re okay. Can you come back to us?”
“I’m I invisible?” You whispered, slowly moving your hands. “I’m sorry.” A sob shook your body as you stood. Everyone was looking in your direction, thanks to the light glowing around your neck. Bucky seemed to be the only one who was looking directly at you.
“You are safe. No one can hurt you again.” His words were much like the ones you use to say to him. He held out his hands, gently squeezing yours as they slipped into his grasp. “You are safe.” He repeated softly. “No one can hurt you again.” Slowly your body started to reappear. “Safe.”
“Safe.” You whispered back, slipping your hands from his to drag them over your face. “I’m sorry.”
“Y/N.” Tony’s stern voice had you immediately looking at him. “You have nothing to be sorry for. We have all had nightmares. It will take a while for them to go away. But until they do, don’t apologize for anything.” He raised an eyebrow before turning his attention to Bucky. “All good?”
Bucky nodded. “I’ve got it.” He stepped forward, grabbing the blanket from the edge of your bed and then wrapped the soft fabric around you. Everyone left as he led you to the small seating area. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” You lied. Watching him walk to the kitchen area. “What are you doing?”
“When I escaped, things were bad.” He opened a few cabinets looking for something. “I definitely wasn’t fully prepared to be on my own.” He pulled two mugs out, setting them down before continuing his rummaging. “I still had slips. I fought Steve. Hell, I fought everyone. The Winter Soldier and me were still battling. But finally I was able to get it under control.” He pulled milk from the fridge, then a box from another cabinet, mixed some things up, then put the mugs in the microwave. “Want to know that helped me the most?”
You Pulled the blanket tighter. “What?”
He turned to you. “Your voice in my head telling me I was safe and no one was going to hurt me.” His gaze was so intense that you had to look away. The thought of your voice being the thing that kept him grounded was surreal. All you had done was remind him of his past and tell him there was a safe place for him out there.
A mug in your face brought you back from your thoughts. “Hot chocolate?” You questioned, taking a big sip of the delicious drink.
“I’ll make sure we add marshmallows to the grocery list.” He sat across from you and took his own drink.
The two of you sat quietly, enjoying the hot chocolate. Eventually you made it back to your bed, Bucky made himself comfortable on the couch across the room. And for the first time in years you actually felt safe when you fell asleep.
Summary: Who knew a wrong number could change your life
Word count: 1871
Warning: Infinity war spoiler, but it‘s been out for so long it probably isn’t one anymore.
A/N: Hello from my doc vault. I’m in the process of cleaning and organizing my fics and have found so many incomplete ones from for ever ago. This one says it was created in 2018 lmao. I’m going to continue finishing or scraping works so keep an eye out.
Masterlist
Unknown Number: MATE MATE YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT I JUST FOUND OUT! I’M GOING TO BE PLAYING SPIDER-MAN
You: uh, a few things. One, I don’t believe you but you seem really hyped so congrats? Two, I think you have the wrong number.
Spider-Man?: Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit. My apologies. I was meant to text my mate Harrison. I didn’t delete his old number. Please, ignore this text. Like burn it. Forget you saw this.
You: Well I’m Y/N so I’m defo not Harrison. And no worries my guy, already forgotten.
*A year and a half later*
“Order up!” The bell tinged as Rico placed the plates on the counter. You spun around on your toes, scooping up the plates and taking them to the table.
“Scrambled eggs for Pops, and chocolate chip waffles for lil man.” You’d been working in the diner since high school. It was fun, local, and the tips were always good. Plus the regulars were the best. Just as you turned, the door chimed and good mornings filled the small building.
“Yes. Good morning. Rico, I’m stealing Y/N for a moment.” It was Sarah, your best friend since you were babies. “Y/N.” She said, grabbing your arm and pulling you out back.
“What’s up?”
“Have you seen the trailer for the new Captain America movie?” Ever since you had told her about that wrong number text almost two years ago she’s been a little obsessed with it. The thought of it being real was too exciting for her.
“Nope. Haven’t had time. Between school and work I’ve been pretty busy.” Although secretly you still had the messages, but she didn’t need to know that.
She rolled her eyes. “Well, it looks fantastic. But the main guy, Tom Holland. He is absolutely beautiful. What if he was the wrong number?”
You shrug. “Okay, what if?”
“Y/N.” She placed her hands on your shoulder, lightly shaking you. “You knew who it was before anyone else did. This is amazing!”
“I seriously doubt it. It was so long ago and the person could have just been taking the piss out of it. Plus I never got the person's name.”
“What was the name he was trying to reach? Harrison? This Holland fellow has a best mate slash assistant named Harrison. Just. Think of how exciting that is. Also, I know you have the number.” She patted the top of your head before reaching up and smacking a kiss on your forehead. “Now get back to work. See you tonight.”
The rest of the day came and went. The thought was constantly in the back of your mind though. You were actually told, probably first, about someone landing the role of Spider-Man. How absolutely wild? Would it be weird to text them? Probably, more like creepy. Like hey I kept your messages even though I shouldn’t have? Honestly, you only kept them because you never deleted anything. It was a problem, but who cares.
A few weeks went by, Sarah didn’t bring it up, but you could tell she wanted to. In fact it was almost a month before it got brought up again. It was Sarah's birthday, so that meant a party at your shared apartment. Friends, music, movies, and drinks. In Sarah's case, lots of drinks. Her birthday was the only day she really let herself loose.
"Y/N" He draped a lazy arm over you. "You should text that number and say congrats on the movie."
You rolled your eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh boo. You know exactly what I'm talking about. I triple dog dare you to text it. I know you still have it, you never delete anything."
"Oh my gosh. Fine. But I'm going to need more than one drink to do this." Instantly, Sarah jumped from the couch, quickly returning with two shots and a cup of who knows what.
"Drink up buttercup, you got a text to send."
You groaned, but down the hatch it all went, as Sarah stuck your phone in your hand.
You : Hello Spider-boy, it is I, the wrong number you texted forever ago. I'm a creep and kept the message, oops. Congrats on the movie though
The response was almost instant, which was unexpected.
Spider-Man? : Hello there Y/N. I am also a creep and kept the message. And thank you.
You: Well, at least I'm not the only creep here. Be careful Spidy, don't spoil anything more.
Spider-Man : My lips are sealed. And please, call me Tom haha.
You: Not going to happen Spidy. Not. Gonna. Happen.
——
*Three years later*
Spidy: Y/N…
You: Thomas…
Spidy: Y/N
You: Tom, are you okay?
Spidy: Are you working? What are you currently doing? Can you ft me?
You: one sec.
“Rico, I need a fifteen!” You called, quickly slipping through the kitchen to the back. It had been almost four years since Tom accidentally spilled the biggest secret ever to you, three since the two of you started regular texting, and one since he accidentally kissed you, changing everything.
You pressed the lock button hard for Siri, “FaceTime Spidy” you said, opting for the fastest way of doing it.
When he answered he looked disheveled, he was in his new Spider-Man suit, his face had dirt on it and his hair was dusty. “Oh thank god.” He groaned, his accent always seemed thicker after using his ‘Peter Parker’ voice. “Y/N.”
“Tom, are you okay?” You looked around, thankful to be the only one in the alley. While your parents and best friend knew about you and Tom, no one else did. Which meant that you two were super good at being sneaky.
“No. Not at all. We just filmed the biggest scene ever. Like in the history of Marvel. This is going to change everything. Y/N.” His eyes were wide and you had the sudden urge to reach for him. He truly looked shocked. “And what’s worse is I can’t talk to anyone about it.”
“Is it bigger than half the population getting dusty?” You remembered him telling you about that and swearing you to secrecy. Even though you knew, watching him turn to dust still made you cry.
Tom stopped moving. Eyes locking onto yours through the screen. “So much bigger, love. So much bigger.” He rubbed his face, then drug his fingers through his hair sending dust flying.
You groaned. Tom was awful with secrets. But he had told you that this was the final scene to be filmed and added right before the release of the new Avengers movie. So while you were worried, there wasn’t too much time before the movie came out, leaving little time for him to spoil something.
“I’m going to change the subject before you go any further. Are you still going to be coming here next week?”
He finally relaxed and smiled. “Of course. I miss you something awful.”
“I miss you too.” You hoped he couldn’t tell you were blushing through the screen. “I have to get back to work though. Let me know when you are settled and I’ll pop over.”
“Alright, love. See you soon.” He blew two kisses at the phone that you returned before reluctantly hanging up.
The week dragged, but before you knew it you were using your key to get into Tom's apartment. The sound of paws on the hardwood floor causing your heart to swell.
“Tessa! Oh sweet baby I missed you.” You dropped to the floor and wrapped your arms around the happy pup. “Who’s the sweetest? You are.” You cooed rubbing all over her wiggling body as she licked your face.
“How come I never get a greeting like that?” Tom asked, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. His eyes twinkled looking at you and Tessa.
“From me or Tess?” You laughed, standing up and slowly making your way to him.
“Both.” He laughed.
Before he could say anything else, you launched yourself at him, kissing all over his face. “Tom! Oh sweet baby I missed you!” You repeated the same words from a moment ago. “Who’s the sweetest? You are.” You rubbed your hands in Tom’s hair, leaving no part of his face unkissed.
His arms were tight around you as he laughed and laughed. The sound was something you hadn’t realized you missed till you heard it. “Okay, okay! Stop so I can properly kiss you please.”
You pulled back. Smoothing his hair and culling his face in your hands. “Hi Spidy.” Your voice was a whisper.
“Hi love.” He didn’t wait a second longer. His lips crashed into yours. Kissing you with all the love he had built up over the past five months. When he pulled back, you were both breathless. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too. What do you say about delivery and not leaving the house for a few days.”
“That sounds perfect to me.” He kissed you again before putting you on the ground and pulling out his phone.
Thirty minutes and one heavy make out session later, the two of you were surrounded by take out and watching a movie.
“They want to record the next two spiderman movies back to back.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad. Would probably make it feel faster. Getting them both done at the same time. What does that mean for filming time?”
“About the same I’d think, but there’s something I want to talk to you about.” He turned so he was facing you. “It’s nothing bad I promise. Just a question.”
You sat your food on the table. Turning to face him as well. “Shoot.”
Tom took a deep breath, then grabbed your hands. “Would you like to be my plus one to the End Game premier? You don’t have to say yes. I know that would be a huge thing and would probably change everything. This bubble we have is safe and I totally understand if you don’t want to pop it ever. But I’d love for you to be there with me.”
Your heart leaped to your throat and you smiled. “I’d love to go. Sure things would change but I would absolutely love to be there with you.”
“Are you sure? Our relationship would be out there if we do this.”
“Tom, I love you. And it would be an honor to be your plus one. Plus, from the moment we started talking I’ve been extra cautious online. All of my accounts are private, and none of them have the same name. Plus, we don’t follow each other on anything. I think I could stay a mystery woman for quite a while.”
“You love me?” He leaned forward and put his forehead on yours. “You’ve never said that to me before.”
“It’s hard not to love you.”
“I love you too.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. “Are you positive you want to go?”
“Yes Tom. Let’s pop this bubble and experience life together.”
His smile made his eyes close as he kissed you again. Things would change, but for now it was just the two of you, Tessa, and a quiet apartment.
Could I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader oneshot where Joe surprises reader by proposing in a very sweet and romantic way?
Hi! I’m so sorry. I don’t write for Joe and I don’t think I could do him justice. But I’ll share this and tag him. Maybe someone will come across it and can!
Warning: none, probably not all that good but wanted to post it.
A/N: Once again reporting from the depths of my doc’s. I believe I have a few more to post lmao. Hope you enjoy.
Masterlist
“I can’t believe you are dragging me to this thing.” Your mother sighed as you lead the way to the check in booth.
“Two VIPS for Y/L/N.” You told the lady at the counter, finally dropping your mother's hand to take them. “Thank you!” You probably looked like a crazy person, dressed in a Spiderman costume you made and a huge smile on your face.
You had bought your tickets for Con almost immediately, one for you and one for your best friend. Sadly your friend couldn’t go, so you begged your mom to go with you.
“Pleaseeeeee mom!” You begged. “I’ve already got the tickets!”
“No, Y/N. I don’t want to.”
“What if I get kidnapped!” You crossed your arms. You didn’t want to go by yourself.
“Y/N.” Your mother said sternly.
You groan. “Mom, I’ve spent months on this costume and Sam can’t go. Please go with me, it’s not as fun by yourself.”
She gave you a once over, then sighed. “Fine.
“Ohh, Y/N. You didn’t tell me Ryan Reynolds was going to be here.” Her eyes were dreamy as she pointed to the banner. “And Robert Downey Jr.? I wouldn’t have put up a fight if I knew that.”
You rolled your eyes at her. “Wanna go wait in some lines?”
“Uh, duh!” It was her turn to drag you. You couldn’t help but laugh as your mother turned into a fan girl.
After meeting Ryan, and a few others your mom wanted to meet, it was your turn to see Robert.
“Ladies hello!” He smiled, opening his arms for a hug.
“Oh goodness Mr Downey. I never thought I would meet you!” Your mother's cheeks blushed as she accepted his offer for a hug. “I’ve loved you since The Pick-up Artist!”
He smiled, “That was a fun movie.” He looked at you, also offering a hug. “I take it you like me as Tony Stark?”
You laugh. “Actually as Sherlock. But Stark is a close tie.”
“Ya know.” He examines the red and blue fabric of your hands. “This is amazing. I think it might actually be better than the real one.” You blush as he examines it closer. “Web shooter?”
“Yeah.” You close your middle fingers, pressing the button on your palm causing a sting of silly string to shoot on the table.
“Wow, this is amazing.” He meets your eyes and you can see he is being serious. “There’s a costume contest in about two hours. You should totally sign up. You’ll blow them out of the park, kid.”
“Times up!” His handler says, starting to usher you and your mother out.
“Wait! I need a picture!” Robert says, waving his hands at his handler. “Tom will no doubt be jealous!” He wraps an arm around your shoulder. You pose with your fingers in the shooting position while the handler takes a quick photo. “Remember, two hours. It’s in the Cosmo room on the second floor!”
Two hours later, you and your mother walked into the wildly crowded Cosmos room. On stage we’re at least 20 Spider-Men.
“Maybe we should go.” You whispered to your mom. Nerves working your stomach into a knot.
She grabbed your hand. “It’s okay. Put the mask on, no one will know it’s you.” She gave a soft smile.
With slightly shaky hands you slipped the mask over your face, relieved in the fact that you had taken extra care to use a thin mesh over the eyes so you could see.
“Mrs. Y/L/N. You made it.” Robert voice sounded from behind you. “”Y/N?” He whispered.
“Yeah.” You nodded, relieved that he at least came. He was the one who recommended it.
“Awesome! Go check in and get on stage! I’ll sit with your mother.”
After signing your name on the paper, you joined the others just as the host started talking.
“Welcome to our Spider-Man costume contest! For those of you who are new here, let me go over the rules! Each contestant gets a chance to show off some cool tricks. Then each judge will take a look at the costumes and choose the winner!” A cheer came from the crowd as the host went on. “Contestants are judged on the accuracy, presentation, and tricks! Let’s begin!” The host threw her hands in the air and the crowd cheered again.
The other Spider-Men on stage did all sorts of flips and poses as their tricks, and before you could fully prepare yourself, it was your turn.
Here goes nothing. You did a backflip, landing in a crouched position, then a side flip and kick flip. When you landed in the crouched position again you sprayed web at the audience earning cheers. Next the judges started their rounds. You could hear much but you could see their faces and they looked impressed with everyone.
“Wow. What did you use for the fabric?” One of the judges asked when they got to you.
“Milliskin. Started with a red and cut out and added the parts that are blue.” You hold your leg out to show them. “Then went through and added the fine details of the black lines.”
“And the web shooter, where is it?” Asked another judge.
You hold your hand out, show the slight raised spot at your wrist. “It’s a compact silly string shooter my friend created. The button,” you pressed the button in on your palm, causing the string to shoot out of the small hole at the base of your palm. The judges all looked impressed.
The last of the three examined your mask. “Can you see out of that?”
“Not perfectly.” You laugh. “But I used a thin meshing that is easier to see out of.”
The judges all scribbled on their clipboards and thanked you before walking off to put their heads together. It didn’t take long before they passed the note to the host.
“Well! It appears we have a tie.” The host said, earning a confused reaction from the room. “Contestant 56 And 102!”
It took you a few moments before you realized that you were 102. The cheering in the room caused your ears to buzz as you stepped forward. Met by another almost identical looking person.
“It appears the judges have decided to allow the audience to make the final decisions!” The host said, stepping between you and the other Spider-Man. She lifted the other's wrist and the room cheered. When it quieted down, she lifted yours, earning an even louder cheer. She did this a few times with the same result before throwing your hand up one more time. “I believe we have a winner!”
Holy shit. The room was cheering as your mother and Robert made their way to the stage.
“I knew you would win. Tom would definitely be jealous.” Robert said, giving you a high five.
“Congrats.” Said the runner up. “And you’re right. I’m very jealous.”
“Huh?” You removed your mask, wondering if you heard right.
The other Spider-Man did the same, revealing the curly brown hair and soft smile you knew instantly. Tom Holland.
“Holy shit.” This time the words form out loud. “I beat you?”
He smiled. “It was well deserved. This suit is sick. Way better than this one.”
“What the fuck is life right now. First Robert Downey Jr says he loves my costume, and now I beat The Spider-Man in a costume contest. This is unreal. Mom. Pinch me I’m dreaming.” You hold an arm in her face.
“No, it’s real life kid.” Robert answered. “So, Tom. Since Y/N here beat you at your own game, how about we invite her to the premiere?”
Summary: The Avengers save your life, only you saved one of them first.
Word Count: 4,119
Warning: talk of being held captive, nightmare, cussing
A/N: This was started in 2018??? Oooops. I added an ending but will probably write more for it. I really enjoy this and can’t believe i never finished it. Hope you like!!! <3
Masterlist
You heard the alarm first. The cell you were in was small and dark, the only light coming from the device around your neck. The wailing of the alarm was bouncing off your walls and you knew what it meant. Someone, or something, had breached the perimeter.
You heard the stomping and the yelling next. Guards running down the hall outside your door
“EAST SIDE BREACHED!”
“WEST SIDE ALSO!”
“EVERYONE REPORT TO THE PERIMETER”
Then you heard the fighting. Guns, grenades, grunts from what you assumed was hand to hand combat. Making yourself as small as possible, you crouched in the corner of the room listening to the battle outside. Then, nothing. Everything went quiet except for soft voices coming from the hall.
“While Nat gets the intel from the computers, check the rooms. Who knows how many people they have locked up for experiments.” Soon after you heard doors start to unlock. You counted the hissing of the locks, knowing they were getting closer to your door. HYDRA only kept a handful of you here. Their human experiments, trying to create the next Winter Soldier, or better.
Two doors left, if I hold my breath they won’t see me.
You knew they couldn’t anyway, the moment you heard the fighting you triggered the power that the experiments had given you, invisibility. Unfortunately, the device around your neck has a light bar on it that tracks your breathing so the guards always knew where you were. Even after all the training they forced you to do, you still couldn’t completely control when you went invisible, so they gave you the collar to always see you.
You heard the hissing of your door start to unlock. The moment light started to poke through you held your breath. Watching from the corner, a large shadow walked into the room, gun drawn ready for any possible attack. As the figure scanned the room you saw the light catch on something shiny, at first you thought it was protective armor, then as the door opened wider you gasped.
“Who’s there?” The collar on your neck lit up. “What the fuck?” He stepped closer and that’s when you knew you were right.
“Bucky!” You gasped again, his face illuminated by the light on your neck. “Oh my gosh, Bucky!” You started sobbing.
“What the..” He cut off as you slowly started to reappear, tears running down your face. “Y/N?” You nodded, unable to form words. He crouched beside you, reaching out, “What happened to you?” You shook your head, sobbing even harder, your entire body shaking. You were saved.
The tears didn’t stop for what felt like hours. Your emotions were in a whirlwind and you couldn’t control the heavy sobs shaking your entire body. Bucky helped you up, gathered the few personal belongings you had been allowed to keep, and took you to the rest of his team.
“How can we trust her? What’s her story?” A large blond man asked, side-eying you.
Bucky sighed, “Steve, I know her. She’s not a threat. Just trust me. And that's her story to tell. But she helped me once, now it’s my turn.”
“Okay.” Steve turned to the rest of the group addressing them on what they found during the sweep of the building.
“Y/N, are you okay now?” You just sniffled and nodded, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “They are going to want to know what happened.” He crouched in front of you, blue eyes searching your sunken face for any answers.
You took in a shaky breath, whipping your nose in the blanket. “I can’t.” The voice sounded foreign in your ears, cracking and dry from the tears. “I-I can’t.” Tears blurred your vision, and suddenly your hands disappeared.
“Uh, Cap?” A voice behind Bucky questioned.
Shit
With a deep, steady breath, you will yourself to reappear.
“What was that?” The same voice from before questioned. Confusion written in everyone’s face. Bucky turned towards Steve, wordless speaking to him
“Alright team, I’m sure we all have questions to ask..”
“Y/N.” Buck answered for you, still planted in front of you.
“I’m sure there’s a lot to tell. But for now, if we have everything we came for, let’s go home.” Steve was clearly the leader, and you mentally thanked him for trying to keep everyone’s attention on the matter at hand.
A hand softly touched your arm causing you to jump. “It’s just me.” Bucky whispered. “Let’s get you home.”
———
You were jolted awake by the soft thud of the jet landing, instantly worried it was all a dream. The soft whispers of the team moving around told you it wasn’t. Bucky had introduced you to the team; Steve, Sam, and Natasha as you guys took off. They were all friendly, but had their guards up, and for good reason, they did just rescue a stranger from a HYDRA base who can suddenly go invisible.
As everyone finished unpacking the jet, Bucky led you to a room, quickly introduced you to Bruce, Wanda and Vision.
“You can stay here. Tony already said it was okay.” Your eyes widened at the mention of Tony Stark. Bucky just chuckled, “Yes, Iron Man. He built this place for us to stay in. This can be your room if you want. It’s got a full bathroom, a small kitchen like set up, and a seating area. It’s like a mini apartment. And my apartment is down the hall.” He was pointing at everything as he spoke. “You can get cleaned up if you’d like, Natasha said she will bring you some clothes.” You nodded. Still trying to take in the massive room. When you looked back at Bucky he was already watching you. “The team will want to debrief soon, but you don’t have to go to that. They will want to have a meeting with you. Especially Fury.”
You gasped. “Fury is still alive?”
He nodded. “Yeah, he is definitely going to want to see you. But only when you are ready to talk about everything. Okay? I’ll let you get settled in.” With a pat on the arm he made to turn, but you grabbed his wrist.
“Thank you.” Tears tickled your eyes again. “Thank you for saving me.”
“You saved me, it’s only fair that I do the same.” And with a soft smile, he left the room.
After a few moments of taking in the room, you made your way to the bathroom. Oh my god. It was also massive. A big walk in shower, huge tub, and a working toilet. You slowly turn, stopping at the mirror.
“Holy shit.” Your face is sunken, dark circles under your almost empty looking eyes, your hair is a massive tangle, and your neck rubbed raw from the collar. Again, tears slip from your eyes. You knew you looked a mess, but you didn’t expect this. It’s like a completely different person is looking back.
Searching the drawer, you find a pair of scissors. “No use in fighting this.” You say, grabbing a chunk of hair at the base of your neck. The knots are so thick that it takes a few squeezes before it’s detached. After cutting a few more knots out, you are able to brush through it easier, evening out a few strands, stopping just above your shoulders. Somewhat satisfied, and feeling just a little lighter you start the shower.
The water is hot, almost boiling, turning every inch of you red. It had been so long since you had a hot shower that you almost moaned at the feeling of the water. You aren’t sure how long you stayed in there, but the water had run cold by the time you washed your hair for a third time.
As promised, clean clothes were waiting for you on your bed, as well as a basket of fruit, and some sandwiches on the counter with a note. Eat up, rest up, if you need anything let us know. Reaching for an apple, you studied it a moment before taking a bite. Yet another moan left your mouth as you tasted the sweet fruit you hadn’t had in years. After eating another apple and a sandwich, you curled up in bed, instantly welcoming the warmth of sleep.
———
Chirp chirp.
Birds? Rubbing your hands down your face, confusion filled your body. There was a soft bed and cozy pillow under you, and a warm heavy blanket over you. It took a moment for you to remember where you were. No longer in hell. I’m safe. I hope. Sitting up, you have to cover your eyes from the high sun basking your room in bright light.
Slowly, you climb out of bed and head to the door. You vaguely remember the way back to the common room Bucky showed you on your way through, and were pleased with yourself when you found it. Following the smell of bacon? You walk into the kitchen, a nice charter fills the room, that is, till they notice you enter.
“About time you woke up.” Bucky says from the stove, turning when he realizes everyone stopped talking.
“How long was I asleep?” Your voice is small, feeling uncomfortable with everyone looking at you.
“Three days.” Sam says through a bite of cereal. “Didn’t think you would wake up. Oof. Who kicked me?” He scanned the table, but no one answered.
“Oh. I didn’t realize I slept that long. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a bed that comfortable.” You rubbed your arms suddenly hyper aware of everyone looking at you.
“Bacon?” Bucky's voice pulled you from the thoughts of wanting to disappear. “We have eggs and toast too if you’d like.” He sat the plate down on the bar, motioning for you to sit.
“Yes, please. Do you have any apple butter?”
“Sure do.” His voice was light, the smile on his face a far contrast from the Bucky you knew. But you were glad for the change. Slowly the conversations picked up and the atmosphere of the room shifted back to light and airy. Buck placed the plate of eggs and toast beside the bacon, then turned to fetch some orange juice and the apple butter. “When you’re finished I’ll take you to go see Tony about removing that.” He motioned around his own neck. You just nodded, too worried about eating as much of the hot meal as you could.
“Ah! Mrs. (Y/N). Nice to meet you.” Tony Stark's voice rang through the massive lab. “How are you feeling?”
“Um.” Your voice was lost, the lab was spectacular, much like the one you used was to work in. “I’m feeling okay. It’s taking some time to get my bearings, but I think I’ll make it.
“Excellent. Now, what do you say we work on getting this monstrosity off you, have a seat? May I?” He asked, before reaching out to examine the collar closer. “Hm. F.R.I.D.A.Y. Can you ask Bruce to join us please.”
“Yes Mr. Stark, right away.” A voice boomed from nowhere, causing you to curse under your breath.
“It’s alright, she’s kinda like my assistant. If you need anything or anyone, she’s definitely the one to ask.”
“Mr. Banner is here.” Her voice spoke again, just as the doors opened.
“What’s up, Tony?” He nodded a hello at Bucky and you before turning back to Stark.
“Tell me what you see.” He pointed at the collar. Bruce slowly examined the device, brows knitted together as he walked around. “Can you do your thing?” He asked, waving his hands in an awkward manner.
“Uh, maybe.” You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths you willed yourself to disappear. Thinking of the pain you endured while held captive.
“Woah.” When you opened your eyes you were met with Bruce looking right at you, well, through you. “Do you know how this thing works? Because when you do that, everything on you also disappears except that.”
You nod, forgetting they can’t see you. “I do. It’s coated in a poly resin, so the device never actually touched my skin,” you slowly reappear, “the light is activated by the movement of my chests when I breathe.” You hold your breath for a moment and the light starts to dim.
“Can you take it off?” Bucky asked from against the wall. He was so quiet you had almost forgotten he was there.
“That’s where we have a problem.” Tony says. “There isn’t a place for a key, and I don’t see any seams where it’s stuck together.“ He puts his finger over his lips. “Any ideas.” He was looking right at you, asking you.
“Do you have a mirror?” You asked, deciding to push yourself to look closer at the device that has been your personal prison. After a closer inspection, you sign. “Those bastards.” You look at the three men staring back at you. “I think it’s time for that meeting.”
An hour later you were sitting with the rest of the team in the conference room. Fury was just as shocked to see you as you were to see him.
“Y/N.” He gave you a surprising hug, everyone watched in awh. “I for sure thought you were gone. Oh man. What happened to you, you look awful.”
You give a nervous laugh. “That's what this meeting is about. I think everyone needs to know.” You took a seat at the center of the table between Fury and Bucky. Nerves started to bubble deep in your stomach as you prepared yourself to start talking.
“Whenever you’re ready.” Bucky said from beside you. Patting the back of your clenched fist.
After a deep breath you began. “First things first. If I disappear, I apologize. I’ve got a hard time controlling it, especially when I get worked up. So obviously you know I’m Y/N. I was working for S.H.I.E.L.D. when Fury asked me if I would be willing to go undercover in HYDRA. I accepted and worked my way up to assistant lead scientists. Once a month I would send and receive intel. Most of it was just different experiments they were trying on weapons, or people. A little after a year, I got a request to retrieve as much intel as I could on a subject.
That’s when I learned about Bucky. Fury sent me some of his files and asked me to help him try to remember different things. I’d tell him different stories and stuff from his past and he started to remember a few things here and there. HYDRA didn’t know, obviously. That’s how he was able to get away.” You paused, returning his action by patting his clenched fist. After a shake breath you continued. “A month later I was working in the lab when everything went dark. When I woke up, I was strapped to a chair with an IV in my arm.” You closed your eyes tight. “They told me I wasn’t the only mole. They had people in S.H.I.E.L.D. and they knew that I was passing intel out. That’s when they started the experiments. Everyday, for hours I was strapped in the chair with the IV in my arm. I knew it was one of three serums, the one that turn people into super soldiers, gave people super speed, or made them invisible.
At first, nothing was working. I could tell they were getting frustrated because they started getting rougher and using different methods to see if it would work. Then one morning when they came to get me, I was so scared I just wanted to be gone. That was the first time I vanished. They quickly locked the door and pumped the room with gas. When I woke up again I had this thing around my neck.” You pointed at the device, then whipped away tears you hadn’t realized slipped out. “After that it was test after test to find what triggered the change. Most of them involved physical pain or trying to get me to fight other people they had experimented on. After a while I gave up. I let them drag me where they wanted me, do what they wanted.”
“Not to dampen this story more, but why didn’t they just kill you?” Sam asked. His voice was soft, clearly just curious.
“That’s where things get twisted. While I was working for them, I helped invent the serum they used on me. My hope was, anyone who ended up with it would be able to sneak out and seek help. They told me time and time again, they only kept me because I knew the formula and if they needed to they would find a way to get it out of me. This,” You move the collar, “I also invented but the one I made was a dud. The moment a person would trigger their powers, it was supposed to vanish with them. It also had a release mechanism to let them get out of it. I guess when they caught me they looked through my stuff and found the flaws because this is different from the one I designed.”
The room stayed quiet while everyone processed the new information. The only noise was the sniffles coming from you as you had a steady stream of tears now.
“Did you ever try to escape?” Fury asked, breaking the silence.
“Once. And only once. I had gathered enough strength to try and fight my way out. Which at the time seemed like a good idea. I made it past three guards before they got to me, tazing me and breaking my leg. After that I was kept in that tiny cell and only used when they wanted to test the strength of a new experiment.” You paused again, feeling that nervous feeling trying to bubble over. With a shaking hand you whipped your face and took a deep breath. “I lost track of time and almost lost my mind. But then you guys showed up, and saved me.” Your voice cracked as you broke into a sob.
Fury gently placed a hand on your back. “I feel like this is my fault and I want to apologize for putting you in this mess.”
“No, you aren’t to blame. I knew what I was risking, just didn’t know that they were one step ahead.” You sit back in the chair, closing your eyes and breathing slow. “I totally understand if you guys have a hard time trusting me. I’ve seen first hand the stuff they have made people do.” Bucky grunted. “If you guys would rather me be somewhere else, I understand. You have something great here and I don’t want to impose.” You looked around at everyone, trying to read their faces. It was clear that they didn’t know the extent of what you went through. Some of them had even teared up a bit.
Fury spoke first. “We have a bunker you can stay in. It’s secure, but you wouldn’t be able to leave often. It’s a S.H.I.E.L.D safe house, so you wouldn’t be alone.”
You’d been so focused on listening to Fury that you missed the unspoken meeting happening with the rest of the group. Tony cleared his throat. “We’d like you to stay.”
“Really?” Being surprised was an understatement. You were so sure they didn’t want you to stay.
Steve nodded. “It will take some time, on both ends, but we think you could be a great asset to the team.” Relief washed over you as you cried again, this time tears of happiness.
“There is one request we ask of you.” Tony said, looking at you over his glasses. “You have to spend some time trying to get your powers under control. From what I’ve seen, you almost have it. With a little more work I think you can master it.”
You sat up straight, nodding your head. “Yes sir.”
“Also, please don’t call me sir.” He laughed. “So it’s settled, Y/N is welcome to stay here as long as she likes.” Everyone nodded. “Alright then. First thing tomorrow morning, my lab. We will work on a way to get that off.” He pointed at the collar before dismissing everyone.
———
“Did you really think you’d get away?” The familiar voice whispered close to your ear.
You tried to move but your arms were strapped tight. “No!” Your scream scratched your throat and you wiggled around.
“For a scientist of your caliber, you sure are stupid. This is a secure facility.” Something cold touches your arm and you struggle harder. “Hold still. You know the drill.”
“HELP!” This wasn’t right. Tears streaked your cheeks as you tried to wiggle free. Suddenly you heard a different voice. This one was louder.
“Y/N. Wake up.” Your arms moved, freed from the restraints as you tried to get away again. “Y/N. It’s Bucky. That’s my face.” Your arm was caught and fingers slowly slipped between yours. “You’re dreaming. Come back to me. Wake up.”
With a gasp you sprang up and out of the bed. Bucky was kneeling on the other side, his eyes wide as he watched you. Before either of you could speak the door flew open and everyone was storming in, weapons drawn, scanning the room.
You made a squeak noise, covering your wet eyes with your shaking hands and fell to the ground.
“Clear.” A few voices said.
“Bucky?”
Between your fingers you could see toes as someone stepped close, then Bucky’s voice was over you. “Nightmare.” A hand touched you lightly. “Y/N? You’re okay. Can you come back to us?”
“I’m I invisible?” You whispered, slowly moving your hands. “I’m sorry.” A sob shook your body as you stood. Everyone was looking in your direction, thanks to the light glowing around your neck. Bucky seemed to be the only one who was looking directly at you.
“You are safe. No one can hurt you again.” His words were much like the ones you use to say to him. He held out his hands, gently squeezing yours as they slipped into his grasp. “You are safe.” He repeated softly. “No one can hurt you again.” Slowly your body started to reappear. “Safe.”
“Safe.” You whispered back, slipping your hands from his to drag them over your face. “I’m sorry.”
“Y/N.” Tony’s stern voice had you immediately looking at him. “You have nothing to be sorry for. We have all had nightmares. It will take a while for them to go away. But until they do, don’t apologize for anything.” He raised an eyebrow before turning his attention to Bucky. “All good?”
Bucky nodded. “I’ve got it.” He stepped forward, grabbing the blanket from the edge of your bed and then wrapped the soft fabric around you. Everyone left as he led you to the small seating area. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” You lied. Watching him walk to the kitchen area. “What are you doing?”
“When I escaped, things were bad.” He opened a few cabinets looking for something. “I definitely wasn’t fully prepared to be on my own.” He pulled two mugs out, setting them down before continuing his rummaging. “I still had slips. I fought Steve. Hell, I fought everyone. The Winter Soldier and me were still battling. But finally I was able to get it under control.” He pulled milk from the fridge, then a box from another cabinet, mixed some things up, then put the mugs in the microwave. “Want to know that helped me the most?”
You Pulled the blanket tighter. “What?”
He turned to you. “Your voice in my head telling me I was safe and no one was going to hurt me.” His gaze was so intense that you had to look away. The thought of your voice being the thing that kept him grounded was surreal. All you had done was remind him of his past and tell him there was a safe place for him out there.
A mug in your face brought you back from your thoughts. “Hot chocolate?” You questioned, taking a big sip of the delicious drink.
“I’ll make sure we add marshmallows to the grocery list.” He sat across from you and took his own drink.
The two of you sat quietly, enjoying the hot chocolate. Eventually you made it back to your bed, Bucky made himself comfortable on the couch across the room. And for the first time in years you actually felt safe when you fell asleep.
I’ll try and update this as best I can. Let me know if any links don’t work! Happy Reading!
Tom Holland
Cats out of the bag : Set visits with Tom lead to a secret being revealed
Airport Trouble : Layovers, spilt drinks, lost bags
Snuggly Babe : After a long day of press and an appearance at a convention, Tom is exhausted.
Convention Handling Masterlist :Working a convention is always a bit stressful, but what happens when you’re asked to be your celebrity crushes handler
Fell for You : You’re Toms makeup artist, and also his girlfriend, but it’s a secret
Kiss or Shove : Surprises are in store for your last performance
Soul Burn Masterlist : The first time you touch your soulmate, your skin burns in that spot till you touch them again.
The PA : Marvel wants Tom to have a “handler” for interviews, but what happens when Tom and Harrison both crush hard? (TomxReaderxHarrison)
Hallway sleeper : A 2am ice cream run ends with finding a boy sleeping in the hallway and a shoulder to cry on.
Art and Drama : Everyone can see it but the two of you.
I Missed You : Showing Tom the progress of your new house quickly turns into an early start of his plans. (nsfw)
I Love How : Just some roommates confessing their love for each other.
Real Life Hero : A night out with your boyfriend goes south, but someone steps in and changes your life.
Happier : The break up was hard, but still loving you is harder.
Cut : After trouble filming a scene, the director has a plan to fix whatever problem you and Tom have. (choose your ending)
Couch Talks: You confide in Tom about your doubts for the future
Unexpected Hero: Someone saves you from a creep.
Stranger : Sitting next to someone who wont stop fidgeting you do what any sane person would, you grab their hand (part two ; part three)
Peter Parker
I know it’s you : MJ didn’t know, at least Peter didn’t think she did because no one but the Avengers, Ned and May knew, but she knew.
I’ll keep you safe : Living a floor above your best friend is perfect.
You Owe Me $50: You and Peter have been hiding your relationship from your father, hopefully.
Harrison Osterfield
Just three days : What happens when a tiny fib goes to far
Roger Taylor/Ben!Roger
Say You’ll Go: Roger wants you to join him for the rest of the tour.
Soup: Soup and cuddles when you’re sick
Sleep: Lack of sleep leads to some frustration and confessions
Roomie: Roommates and confessions
Ben Hardy
Touch Ups: Ben’s constant need for touch ups is all part of a cute little set up
Senioritis: College!Ben and reader blurb
Surprise: Did you forget Ben’s birthday?
Award: What happened at the viewing party?
Window: Maybe forgetting your key wasn’t so bad after all
Tinder Boy Masterlist: From train rides and weird left swipes, to a little white lie
Lazy Sundays: Lazy Sunday with sleepy Ben blurb
I Gotcha: Ben helps you after a long, long day
My heater: Cold
Tour Guide: Trips and tour guiding
Secrets: Maybe keeping a secret from Ben wasn’t a good idea
Bossy: You really don’t like being called “bossy”
Cramps: Periods suck, but they suck more alone
Somebody to Love: Wedding song surprises
Drunk: Drunk sick and snuggles
Set Up: After a hard breakup, Roger throws you a party, with alterer motives.
Cuddled: Soft Ben after a bad day
Request: Female reader gets hit on at the pub
Broken: After a bad breakup you go to the only person you know can help Part Two
Dylan O’Brian
Oops: Some clumsy moments lead to admired feelings
F A K E: You need a fake boyfriend ASAP, your best friend knows exactly who
Stiles Stilinski
Newbie : Starting a new school with the ability to see that someone is supernatural takes a crazy turn
Bucky Barns
Ground me: The Avengers save you, only you saved one first.
Requests
Happy Birthday: Sad birthday turned good, (BoRhap Cast)
Slowly, you climb out of bed and head to the door. You vaguely remember the way back to the common room Bucky showed you on your way through, and were pleased with yourself when you found it. Following the smell of bacon? You walk into the kitchen, a nice charter fills the room, that is, till they notice you enter.
“About time you woke up.” Bucky says from the stove, turning when he realizes everyone stopped talking.
“How long was I asleep?” Your voice is small, feeling uncomfortable with everyone looking at you.
“Three days.” Sam says through a bite of cereal. “Didn’t think you would wake up. Oof. Who kicked me?” He scanned the table, but no one answered.
“Oh. I didn’t realize I slept that long. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a bed that comfortable.” You rubbed your arms suddenly hyper aware of everyone looking at you.
“Bacon?” Bucky's voice pulled you from the thoughts of wanting to disappear. “We have eggs and toast too if you’d like.” He sat the plate down on the bar, motioning for you to sit.
Slowly, you climb out of bed and head to the door. You vaguely remember the way back to the common room Bucky showed you on your way through, and were pleased with yourself when you found it. Following the smell of bacon? You walk into the kitchen, a nice charter fills the room, that is, till they notice you enter.
“About time you woke up.” Bucky says from the stove, turning when he realizes everyone stopped talking.
“How long was I asleep?” Your voice is small, feeling uncomfortable with everyone looking at you.
“Three days.” Sam says through a bite of cereal. “Didn’t think you would wake up. Oof. Who kicked me?” He scanned the table, but no one answered.
“Oh. I didn’t realize I slept that long. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a bed that comfortable.” You rubbed your arms suddenly hyper aware of everyone looking at you.
“Bacon?” Bucky's voice pulled you from the thoughts of wanting to disappear. “We have eggs and toast too if you’d like.” He sat the plate down on the bar, motioning for you to sit.
Summary: The Avengers save your life, only you saved one of them first.
Word Count: 4,119
Warning: talk of being held captive, nightmare, cussing
A/N: This was started in 2018??? Oooops. I added an ending but will probably write more for it. I really enjoy this and can’t believe i never finished it. Hope you like!!! <3
Masterlist
You heard the alarm first. The cell you were in was small and dark, the only light coming from the device around your neck. The wailing of the alarm was bouncing off your walls and you knew what it meant. Someone, or something, had breached the perimeter.
You heard the stomping and the yelling next. Guards running down the hall outside your door
“EAST SIDE BREACHED!”
“WEST SIDE ALSO!”
“EVERYONE REPORT TO THE PERIMETER”
Then you heard the fighting. Guns, grenades, grunts from what you assumed was hand to hand combat. Making yourself as small as possible, you crouched in the corner of the room listening to the battle outside. Then, nothing. Everything went quiet except for soft voices coming from the hall.
“While Nat gets the intel from the computers, check the rooms. Who knows how many people they have locked up for experiments.” Soon after you heard doors start to unlock. You counted the hissing of the locks, knowing they were getting closer to your door. HYDRA only kept a handful of you here. Their human experiments, trying to create the next Winter Soldier, or better.
Two doors left, if I hold my breath they won’t see me.
You knew they couldn’t anyway, the moment you heard the fighting you triggered the power that the experiments had given you, invisibility. Unfortunately, the device around your neck has a light bar on it that tracks your breathing so the guards always knew where you were. Even after all the training they forced you to do, you still couldn’t completely control when you went invisible, so they gave you the collar to always see you.
You heard the hissing of your door start to unlock. The moment light started to poke through you held your breath. Watching from the corner, a large shadow walked into the room, gun drawn ready for any possible attack. As the figure scanned the room you saw the light catch on something shiny, at first you thought it was protective armor, then as the door opened wider you gasped.
“Who’s there?” The collar on your neck lit up. “What the fuck?” He stepped closer and that’s when you knew you were right.
“Bucky!” You gasped again, his face illuminated by the light on your neck. “Oh my gosh, Bucky!” You started sobbing.
“What the..” He cut off as you slowly started to reappear, tears running down your face. “Y/N?” You nodded, unable to form words. He crouched beside you, reaching out, “What happened to you?” You shook your head, sobbing even harder, your entire body shaking. You were saved.
The tears didn’t stop for what felt like hours. Your emotions were in a whirlwind and you couldn’t control the heavy sobs shaking your entire body. Bucky helped you up, gathered the few personal belongings you had been allowed to keep, and took you to the rest of his team.
“How can we trust her? What’s her story?” A large blond man asked, side-eying you.
Bucky sighed, “Steve, I know her. She’s not a threat. Just trust me. And that's her story to tell. But she helped me once, now it’s my turn.”
“Okay.” Steve turned to the rest of the group addressing them on what they found during the sweep of the building.
“Y/N, are you okay now?” You just sniffled and nodded, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “They are going to want to know what happened.” He crouched in front of you, blue eyes searching your sunken face for any answers.
You took in a shaky breath, whipping your nose in the blanket. “I can’t.” The voice sounded foreign in your ears, cracking and dry from the tears. “I-I can’t.” Tears blurred your vision, and suddenly your hands disappeared.
“Uh, Cap?” A voice behind Bucky questioned.
Shit
With a deep, steady breath, you will yourself to reappear.
“What was that?” The same voice from before questioned. Confusion written in everyone’s face. Bucky turned towards Steve, wordless speaking to him
“Alright team, I’m sure we all have questions to ask..”
“Y/N.” Buck answered for you, still planted in front of you.
“I’m sure there’s a lot to tell. But for now, if we have everything we came for, let’s go home.” Steve was clearly the leader, and you mentally thanked him for trying to keep everyone’s attention on the matter at hand.
A hand softly touched your arm causing you to jump. “It’s just me.” Bucky whispered. “Let’s get you home.”
———
You were jolted awake by the soft thud of the jet landing, instantly worried it was all a dream. The soft whispers of the team moving around told you it wasn’t. Bucky had introduced you to the team; Steve, Sam, and Natasha as you guys took off. They were all friendly, but had their guards up, and for good reason, they did just rescue a stranger from a HYDRA base who can suddenly go invisible.
As everyone finished unpacking the jet, Bucky led you to a room, quickly introduced you to Bruce, Wanda and Vision.
“You can stay here. Tony already said it was okay.” Your eyes widened at the mention of Tony Stark. Bucky just chuckled, “Yes, Iron Man. He built this place for us to stay in. This can be your room if you want. It’s got a full bathroom, a small kitchen like set up, and a seating area. It’s like a mini apartment. And my apartment is down the hall.” He was pointing at everything as he spoke. “You can get cleaned up if you’d like, Natasha said she will bring you some clothes.” You nodded. Still trying to take in the massive room. When you looked back at Bucky he was already watching you. “The team will want to debrief soon, but you don’t have to go to that. They will want to have a meeting with you. Especially Fury.”
You gasped. “Fury is still alive?”
He nodded. “Yeah, he is definitely going to want to see you. But only when you are ready to talk about everything. Okay? I’ll let you get settled in.” With a pat on the arm he made to turn, but you grabbed his wrist.
“Thank you.” Tears tickled your eyes again. “Thank you for saving me.”
“You saved me, it’s only fair that I do the same.” And with a soft smile, he left the room.
After a few moments of taking in the room, you made your way to the bathroom. Oh my god. It was also massive. A big walk in shower, huge tub, and a working toilet. You slowly turn, stopping at the mirror.
“Holy shit.” Your face is sunken, dark circles under your almost empty looking eyes, your hair is a massive tangle, and your neck rubbed raw from the collar. Again, tears slip from your eyes. You knew you looked a mess, but you didn’t expect this. It’s like a completely different person is looking back.
Searching the drawer, you find a pair of scissors. “No use in fighting this.” You say, grabbing a chunk of hair at the base of your neck. The knots are so thick that it takes a few squeezes before it’s detached. After cutting a few more knots out, you are able to brush through it easier, evening out a few strands, stopping just above your shoulders. Somewhat satisfied, and feeling just a little lighter you start the shower.
The water is hot, almost boiling, turning every inch of you red. It had been so long since you had a hot shower that you almost moaned at the feeling of the water. You aren’t sure how long you stayed in there, but the water had run cold by the time you washed your hair for a third time.
As promised, clean clothes were waiting for you on your bed, as well as a basket of fruit, and some sandwiches on the counter with a note. Eat up, rest up, if you need anything let us know. Reaching for an apple, you studied it a moment before taking a bite. Yet another moan left your mouth as you tasted the sweet fruit you hadn’t had in years. After eating another apple and a sandwich, you curled up in bed, instantly welcoming the warmth of sleep.
———
Chirp chirp.
Birds? Rubbing your hands down your face, confusion filled your body. There was a soft bed and cozy pillow under you, and a warm heavy blanket over you. It took a moment for you to remember where you were. No longer in hell. I’m safe. I hope. Sitting up, you have to cover your eyes from the high sun basking your room in bright light.
Slowly, you climb out of bed and head to the door. You vaguely remember the way back to the common room Bucky showed you on your way through, and were pleased with yourself when you found it. Following the smell of bacon? You walk into the kitchen, a nice charter fills the room, that is, till they notice you enter.
“About time you woke up.” Bucky says from the stove, turning when he realizes everyone stopped talking.
“How long was I asleep?” Your voice is small, feeling uncomfortable with everyone looking at you.
“Three days.” Sam says through a bite of cereal. “Didn’t think you would wake up. Oof. Who kicked me?” He scanned the table, but no one answered.
“Oh. I didn’t realize I slept that long. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a bed that comfortable.” You rubbed your arms suddenly hyper aware of everyone looking at you.
“Bacon?” Bucky's voice pulled you from the thoughts of wanting to disappear. “We have eggs and toast too if you’d like.” He sat the plate down on the bar, motioning for you to sit.
“Yes, please. Do you have any apple butter?”
“Sure do.” His voice was light, the smile on his face a far contrast from the Bucky you knew. But you were glad for the change. Slowly the conversations picked up and the atmosphere of the room shifted back to light and airy. Buck placed the plate of eggs and toast beside the bacon, then turned to fetch some orange juice and the apple butter. “When you’re finished I’ll take you to go see Tony about removing that.” He motioned around his own neck. You just nodded, too worried about eating as much of the hot meal as you could.
“Ah! Mrs. (Y/N). Nice to meet you.” Tony Stark's voice rang through the massive lab. “How are you feeling?”
“Um.” Your voice was lost, the lab was spectacular, much like the one you used was to work in. “I’m feeling okay. It’s taking some time to get my bearings, but I think I’ll make it.
“Excellent. Now, what do you say we work on getting this monstrosity off you, have a seat? May I?” He asked, before reaching out to examine the collar closer. “Hm. F.R.I.D.A.Y. Can you ask Bruce to join us please.”
“Yes Mr. Stark, right away.” A voice boomed from nowhere, causing you to curse under your breath.
“It’s alright, she’s kinda like my assistant. If you need anything or anyone, she’s definitely the one to ask.”
“Mr. Banner is here.” Her voice spoke again, just as the doors opened.
“What’s up, Tony?” He nodded a hello at Bucky and you before turning back to Stark.
“Tell me what you see.” He pointed at the collar. Bruce slowly examined the device, brows knitted together as he walked around. “Can you do your thing?” He asked, waving his hands in an awkward manner.
“Uh, maybe.” You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths you willed yourself to disappear. Thinking of the pain you endured while held captive.
“Woah.” When you opened your eyes you were met with Bruce looking right at you, well, through you. “Do you know how this thing works? Because when you do that, everything on you also disappears except that.”
You nod, forgetting they can’t see you. “I do. It’s coated in a poly resin, so the device never actually touched my skin,” you slowly reappear, “the light is activated by the movement of my chests when I breathe.” You hold your breath for a moment and the light starts to dim.
“Can you take it off?” Bucky asked from against the wall. He was so quiet you had almost forgotten he was there.
“That’s where we have a problem.” Tony says. “There isn’t a place for a key, and I don’t see any seams where it’s stuck together.“ He puts his finger over his lips. “Any ideas.” He was looking right at you, asking you.
“Do you have a mirror?” You asked, deciding to push yourself to look closer at the device that has been your personal prison. After a closer inspection, you sign. “Those bastards.” You look at the three men staring back at you. “I think it’s time for that meeting.”
An hour later you were sitting with the rest of the team in the conference room. Fury was just as shocked to see you as you were to see him.
“Y/N.” He gave you a surprising hug, everyone watched in awh. “I for sure thought you were gone. Oh man. What happened to you, you look awful.”
You give a nervous laugh. “That's what this meeting is about. I think everyone needs to know.” You took a seat at the center of the table between Fury and Bucky. Nerves started to bubble deep in your stomach as you prepared yourself to start talking.
“Whenever you’re ready.” Bucky said from beside you. Patting the back of your clenched fist.
After a deep breath you began. “First things first. If I disappear, I apologize. I’ve got a hard time controlling it, especially when I get worked up. So obviously you know I’m Y/N. I was working for S.H.I.E.L.D. when Fury asked me if I would be willing to go undercover in HYDRA. I accepted and worked my way up to assistant lead scientists. Once a month I would send and receive intel. Most of it was just different experiments they were trying on weapons, or people. A little after a year, I got a request to retrieve as much intel as I could on a subject.
That’s when I learned about Bucky. Fury sent me some of his files and asked me to help him try to remember different things. I’d tell him different stories and stuff from his past and he started to remember a few things here and there. HYDRA didn’t know, obviously. That’s how he was able to get away.” You paused, returning his action by patting his clenched fist. After a shake breath you continued. “A month later I was working in the lab when everything went dark. When I woke up, I was strapped to a chair with an IV in my arm.” You closed your eyes tight. “They told me I wasn’t the only mole. They had people in S.H.I.E.L.D. and they knew that I was passing intel out. That’s when they started the experiments. Everyday, for hours I was strapped in the chair with the IV in my arm. I knew it was one of three serums, the one that turn people into super soldiers, gave people super speed, or made them invisible.
At first, nothing was working. I could tell they were getting frustrated because they started getting rougher and using different methods to see if it would work. Then one morning when they came to get me, I was so scared I just wanted to be gone. That was the first time I vanished. They quickly locked the door and pumped the room with gas. When I woke up again I had this thing around my neck.” You pointed at the device, then whipped away tears you hadn’t realized slipped out. “After that it was test after test to find what triggered the change. Most of them involved physical pain or trying to get me to fight other people they had experimented on. After a while I gave up. I let them drag me where they wanted me, do what they wanted.”
“Not to dampen this story more, but why didn’t they just kill you?” Sam asked. His voice was soft, clearly just curious.
“That’s where things get twisted. While I was working for them, I helped invent the serum they used on me. My hope was, anyone who ended up with it would be able to sneak out and seek help. They told me time and time again, they only kept me because I knew the formula and if they needed to they would find a way to get it out of me. This,” You move the collar, “I also invented but the one I made was a dud. The moment a person would trigger their powers, it was supposed to vanish with them. It also had a release mechanism to let them get out of it. I guess when they caught me they looked through my stuff and found the flaws because this is different from the one I designed.”
The room stayed quiet while everyone processed the new information. The only noise was the sniffles coming from you as you had a steady stream of tears now.
“Did you ever try to escape?” Fury asked, breaking the silence.
“Once. And only once. I had gathered enough strength to try and fight my way out. Which at the time seemed like a good idea. I made it past three guards before they got to me, tazing me and breaking my leg. After that I was kept in that tiny cell and only used when they wanted to test the strength of a new experiment.” You paused again, feeling that nervous feeling trying to bubble over. With a shaking hand you whipped your face and took a deep breath. “I lost track of time and almost lost my mind. But then you guys showed up, and saved me.” Your voice cracked as you broke into a sob.
Fury gently placed a hand on your back. “I feel like this is my fault and I want to apologize for putting you in this mess.”
“No, you aren’t to blame. I knew what I was risking, just didn’t know that they were one step ahead.” You sit back in the chair, closing your eyes and breathing slow. “I totally understand if you guys have a hard time trusting me. I’ve seen first hand the stuff they have made people do.” Bucky grunted. “If you guys would rather me be somewhere else, I understand. You have something great here and I don’t want to impose.” You looked around at everyone, trying to read their faces. It was clear that they didn’t know the extent of what you went through. Some of them had even teared up a bit.
Fury spoke first. “We have a bunker you can stay in. It’s secure, but you wouldn’t be able to leave often. It’s a S.H.I.E.L.D safe house, so you wouldn’t be alone.”
You’d been so focused on listening to Fury that you missed the unspoken meeting happening with the rest of the group. Tony cleared his throat. “We’d like you to stay.”
“Really?” Being surprised was an understatement. You were so sure they didn’t want you to stay.
Steve nodded. “It will take some time, on both ends, but we think you could be a great asset to the team.” Relief washed over you as you cried again, this time tears of happiness.
“There is one request we ask of you.” Tony said, looking at you over his glasses. “You have to spend some time trying to get your powers under control. From what I’ve seen, you almost have it. With a little more work I think you can master it.”
You sat up straight, nodding your head. “Yes sir.”
“Also, please don’t call me sir.” He laughed. “So it’s settled, Y/N is welcome to stay here as long as she likes.” Everyone nodded. “Alright then. First thing tomorrow morning, my lab. We will work on a way to get that off.” He pointed at the collar before dismissing everyone.
———
“Did you really think you’d get away?” The familiar voice whispered close to your ear.
You tried to move but your arms were strapped tight. “No!” Your scream scratched your throat and you wiggled around.
“For a scientist of your caliber, you sure are stupid. This is a secure facility.” Something cold touches your arm and you struggle harder. “Hold still. You know the drill.”
“HELP!” This wasn’t right. Tears streaked your cheeks as you tried to wiggle free. Suddenly you heard a different voice. This one was louder.
“Y/N. Wake up.” Your arms moved, freed from the restraints as you tried to get away again. “Y/N. It’s Bucky. That’s my face.” Your arm was caught and fingers slowly slipped between yours. “You’re dreaming. Come back to me. Wake up.”
With a gasp you sprang up and out of the bed. Bucky was kneeling on the other side, his eyes wide as he watched you. Before either of you could speak the door flew open and everyone was storming in, weapons drawn, scanning the room.
You made a squeak noise, covering your wet eyes with your shaking hands and fell to the ground.
“Clear.” A few voices said.
“Bucky?”
Between your fingers you could see toes as someone stepped close, then Bucky’s voice was over you. “Nightmare.” A hand touched you lightly. “Y/N? You’re okay. Can you come back to us?”
“I’m I invisible?” You whispered, slowly moving your hands. “I’m sorry.” A sob shook your body as you stood. Everyone was looking in your direction, thanks to the light glowing around your neck. Bucky seemed to be the only one who was looking directly at you.
“You are safe. No one can hurt you again.” His words were much like the ones you use to say to him. He held out his hands, gently squeezing yours as they slipped into his grasp. “You are safe.” He repeated softly. “No one can hurt you again.” Slowly your body started to reappear. “Safe.”
“Safe.” You whispered back, slipping your hands from his to drag them over your face. “I’m sorry.”
“Y/N.” Tony’s stern voice had you immediately looking at him. “You have nothing to be sorry for. We have all had nightmares. It will take a while for them to go away. But until they do, don’t apologize for anything.” He raised an eyebrow before turning his attention to Bucky. “All good?”
Bucky nodded. “I’ve got it.” He stepped forward, grabbing the blanket from the edge of your bed and then wrapped the soft fabric around you. Everyone left as he led you to the small seating area. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” You lied. Watching him walk to the kitchen area. “What are you doing?”
“When I escaped, things were bad.” He opened a few cabinets looking for something. “I definitely wasn’t fully prepared to be on my own.” He pulled two mugs out, setting them down before continuing his rummaging. “I still had slips. I fought Steve. Hell, I fought everyone. The Winter Soldier and me were still battling. But finally I was able to get it under control.” He pulled milk from the fridge, then a box from another cabinet, mixed some things up, then put the mugs in the microwave. “Want to know that helped me the most?”
You Pulled the blanket tighter. “What?”
He turned to you. “Your voice in my head telling me I was safe and no one was going to hurt me.” His gaze was so intense that you had to look away. The thought of your voice being the thing that kept him grounded was surreal. All you had done was remind him of his past and tell him there was a safe place for him out there.
A mug in your face brought you back from your thoughts. “Hot chocolate?” You questioned, taking a big sip of the delicious drink.
“I’ll make sure we add marshmallows to the grocery list.” He sat across from you and took his own drink.
The two of you sat quietly, enjoying the hot chocolate. Eventually you made it back to your bed, Bucky made himself comfortable on the couch across the room. And for the first time in years you actually felt safe when you fell asleep.
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