Where am i going in life

[jj-scottsbee]

You

Prompt: Steve a bitch, but you love the team. 

Warnings: swearing, violence, lil angst (not really)

   You had to admit that you were pretty surprised when Clint showed up at your door. Though the circumstances weren't well, you still welcomed the visit. The agent was quick to explain everything that was happening to you. He explained Ultron to you. He told you how Nat had been taken. Then he mentioned that no one else knew he was asking for your help. That didn't surprise, but you hesitated before you agreed to help. You missed most of the team dearly, but the reason you had retired in the first place was that you were unable to work with the man that ripped your heart into pieces.

You knew that one day they would come knocking, that one day you would be pulled back into the hero life. You had never been a huge fan of the spotlight, but you did it for the people you were saving. You stuck with the team for so long for the people you were able to help and for Steve.

 Steve and you had been dating for about 3 years before everything had gone to shit. Before that awful night, everyone had been convinced that the two of you were bound to for marriage. You were the two heroes that would get a heavily ever after. Within a night, Steve was able to tear 3 years' worth of a relationship to shreds and just walk away from the mess he had left you in.

 At first, you had been hesitant about coming back, even if it was just for one mission. As uncertain as you may have come off as, in the back of your mind, you knew you were going to end up on the battlefield. You had always known when and if they ever came knocking on your door, you would be by their sides in a fight once again. Although Steve had hurt you in a way that may never be repairable, that was no reason for you not to help your family. You owed the team your life, whether you would admit it or not, they were the only family you had ever known. You'd be damned if they went into a fight as big as this one, and you weren't right by their sides.

 From the moment you stepped into the same room as Steve, the tension was indescribable. His blue orbs were the first pair your eyes had met, but you refused to hold the contact. You were there for the team and the people that needed your help, that was it. Steve was only a small inconvenience to you.

 "She's returned!" Tony yelled dramatically as he engulfed you into a bear hug. You let out a small laugh as you hugged him back, then you moved to give Bruce a small hug. You hadn't realized how much you had truly missed them until they were pulling you into a hug. Steve gave you nothing more than a slight nod, which you ignored.

 You weren't trying to be petty, but you knew if you looked at him for too long the little bits that you were able to put back together after what he had done to you would surely crumble. You kept your distance from him for the remainder of the mission, trying your best to keep your head on the task at hand.

 It took no time for you and the team to reach the final battle. In less than seconds, everyone was off fighting their own crowd of bots. The team was split up pretty quickly. However, you found yourself constantly drifting towards Steve. You couldn't seem to help yourself as you continuously checked to make sure he was okay. You found yourself constantly watching his back, making sure nothing would come up behind him.

You had about 5 of Ultron’s bots charging you all at once. You did your best to take them all on but found it difficult. Like Natasha, you hadn't been gifted with super strength or a metal suit, or happen to be a god. You were only an assassin, an assassin trained to take out humans, not metal robots. You were getting beat pretty bad, but you kept fighting. With all the strength you had left in your body, you barely held off the multiple bots that continued to rush you.

 "I can handle my fucking self." You growled as Steve came to help you beat back the growing crowd. He sent his shield flying through multiple of the metal beings, ripping them in two. He ignored your comment as the two you began to contain and destroy the multiple bots around you. You kept several off of Steve's flank, but every time he did the same for you, you snapped at him.

 You grew angry every time he helped you fight. You hated the fact that he was helping you at all. You forced yourself to move away from him as you fought, but he now seemed to be the one following you. Whenever he took out a robot that was charging you, you felt as though you owed him something. You didn't want his help, you didn't need his help in the past, and you didn't want it now.

 "Stop fucking doing that," You grunted as you pulled his shield from the torso of a fallen bot and threw back in his direction. You didn't mean to throw it as hard as you did, and you definitely didn't realize accurate your aim was. You missed Steve's head by nearly a hair, him having to fall to the ground to avoid being hit by his own weapon.

 "What the fuck are you doing. You're gonna get yourself killed," Steve screamed in anger as he tackled you behind a car. There was a hoard of bots coming your way, and with his shield on the other side of the street, the two of you had no protection other than your fists. You shoved the super-soldier's back up against the badly damaged car.

 "LANGUAGE," came Tony's voice over the coms.

 "Stay out of my way." You snarled, sprinting towards the oncoming bots. Just as you about to tackle them, you dropped to the ground sliding through the rubble on the street. You slid right to Steve's shield and threw it over yourself as the bot's shots rained down toward you. The shots stopped quickly as Steve took the bots out, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you through a doorway and behind the cover of a thick stone wall.

 "What do you want then!" Steve barked as you.

 "ALL I WANTED WAS YOU," You bellowed, your nose dripping with blood and hair matted with dust from the damage outside. Steve stared at you, slightly shocked and almost confused. "All I ever wanted was you, and when I needed you, you weren't there. Now that I don't want you, you can't seem to stay the fuck away from me. All you want to do is be there!"

 "Its' been three years."

 "My god," You scoffed in disbelief, "Yaknow, you're right. It has been three years. Three fucking years and it still hurts to see you. The pain is still here." You got in Steve's face as your anger began to boil over.

 "That's not what I meant-," He tried to fix his mistake. Before he could finish, your right fist met his jaw. The punch wasn't as hard as you were capable of, a part of you not wanting to hurt him. However, the hit was hard enough to make him stumble a little and cause some pain.

"Go fuck yourself. I hope she was worth everything you fucking lost." You growled at him just before you spun on your heels. You peaked your head through the doorway, checking the surroundings. When you saw your clearing, without looking back, you threw yourself back into the battle, leaving all thoughts of Steve behind you.

 Steve stood rubbing his jaw, trying to get the pain to pass quicker. He watched as you turned your back on him and ran back to the fight. Regret and remorse filled his entire body as your last words replayed in his head over and over again. Steve loved you. He had always loved you. The night he lost was the biggest mistake of his life. All those nights he had dreamed of ever getting you back were swept away. He finally knew how badly he had hurt you, how much he had wronged you. And there was nothing he could do to fix it.

[jj-scottsbee]

Voices

Prompt: You can’t get over Loki’s death.

Warnings: death, angst

(gif is not mine)

   You laid on your bathroom floor, your bare body feeling the coldness of the tile floor. You huddled under a small towel, as tears slipped from your eyes. You breathed heavily out of your mouth, your nose stuffed up from crying for so long and so hard. It was about 1 in the morning, and you hadn't gotten off your bathroom floor since you stepped out of the shower around 8, earlier that night.

 Loki's face had been running through your mind all day. You could hear his voice as clear as day in your head. You had hoped that a cold shower would help calm your nerves. The cold water always felt as if he were holding you again. As if you were feeling the freezing coldness of his gentle hand on your skin once again. This time, it didn't help at all. It only made things worse.

 "Darling, you have to get up," came his gentle voice. It was so clear, it was so soothing, but you knew it wasn't real. You had watched Thanos squeeze the life out of him, but even in death, he still seemed to be in your head.

 You squeezed your swollen eyes closed, repeatedly telling yourself that it wasn't real. You tried to convince yourself that the voice you ere hearing was due to sleep deprivation, that you just needed to go to bed.

 "Go away, please," You begged quietly. You just wanted to go to sleep. Your body was exhausted from the grief it was trying to process. All your energy had left you earlier that night, all the lights in your bedroom and bathroom still shown brightly down on you. Getting up and walking to your bed seemed like an impossible mission.

 "I can't leave you like this, my love," His voice seemed closer. It was almost as if you could feel his breath on your cheek. The pain that filled your heart only seemed to worsen. The more vivid your imagination got, the worse you began to feel. To stop the voice from continuing, you struggled to drag yourself off the bathroom floor. The task took every ounce of energy you had left. Before you could reach your bed, you picked up one of many shirts that you still had of his and pulled it over your body. Loki had been much taller than you, so his shirts were like a rather short dress on you. The two of you had always loved when you wore them. Loki liked the sight of you in his clothes, you just enjoyed being able to smell him on you.

 You laggardly hit the light switch of your bathroom. The light turned off instantly, crawling from the foot of your bed to the top. You dropped your body. Your head fell on the pillow as you stared out your window at the night sky.

 "Jarvis, turn my light off," You whispered hoarsely.

 The room light switched off, the only light that filled the room was that of the full moon that sat in the sky. Almost immediately after the light turned off, your eyes blinked tiredly. As you opened your eyes once again, there stood an all too familiar figure. His back was to you, but you knew exactly who you were seeing. Your tears began to fall faster as you watched Loki's back. There he stood, staring out your window, in a white tunic and his black leather pants.

 "I've missed you, Y/n," his voice came gently. It was so soothing, yet, so heartbreaking to hear him. You refused to move, refused to say anything in return. You were scared that once you actually acknowledged him, your mind would rip him away from you. "Y/n, why is it that I am the one who has died, and yet, I seem more alive than you?"

 "Did it hurt? When you died," you sighed out, your body too weak to fight your mind. "Because it hurt me, losing you. You left a mark on me. Every word, every smile, every moment we shared. It all left a mark. How do I just erase that mark?"

 "I was only in pain for a moment. Though, all of my happiest memories flashed before my eyes. And you wouldn't believe it," He chuckled slightly. "You were in every single one of them."

 Your tears continued to fall, but the sound of his chuckle brought a small smile to your face. You began to forget that the person who stood just feet away from you was simply a figment of your imagination. For a little while, you let yourself believe that it was truly Loki who stood at your window.

 "Loki, I won't ever love anyone as I love you."

[jj-scottsbee]

I Forgive You

Prompt: HYDRA really fucked Bucky up.

Warnings: language, violence, and blood.

 It had been a peaceful night. The team had a successful day of quick scouting missions, there were no battles, and everyone came home unharmed. As calm as the day had been, the whole team was worn out as soon as they got home. Everyone split off to do there own things after the Quinjet had landed.  You and Bucky had turned in early after the mission and fell asleep cuddling, the sound of random shows filling the room as the two of you dozed off together.

 You slept, lightly, but peacefully. Your body felt as if it were melting into the bed, making you dream of nothing but the darkness of sleep itself. It wasn't until around 2:30 A.M. that you were ruffled awake. You woke to Bucky, thrashing in his sleep, whimpers coming from his mouth. Swiftly, you moved to the edge of your side of the bed, letting the dream take its course. You looked at the floor and tried to drown out the sound of his small whimpers and yells, the two of you had agreed a while ago that you were not to touch him during these nights.

 There was no doubt that Bucky was no longer HYDRA's Winter Soldier, but they had taken a piece of him. A piece that he had yet to get back.  Having one's mind messed with wasn't something that a person just bounced back from instantly. To repair the human mind took time, patience, understanding, and constant care. Even then, there was no guarantee that you could completely heal a mind that had been ripped apart.

 You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to keep your back turned on Bucky. You could feel the bed shake as he thrashed, grunted, and swung. There was only so much of Bucky's pained whimpers and small screams that you could take. How did he expect you to sit by listening to him in pain when with just a small shake, you could wake him up.

 "Bucky." You whispered, slowly crawling towards his tensed body. "Bucky, babe, it's okay." You slowly set your small hands on his bare chest, trying to stop his harsh movements. For a moment, it seemed as though your touch had calmed him, but instantly after the wave of calm, his blue eyes were staring right through yours. You drew a quick breath as you felt his hands grip onto both of your wrists. The grasp that he held on you was painfully tight, but you tried to keep yourself calm.

 "Baby, it's just me. You had a bad dream," You cooed softly, trying to remove your wrists from his hands.

 "Who the fuck are you?" He growled, sitting up. You now face to face with a Bucky you didn't recognize. The love-filled gaze that his soft blue eyes always held when he looked at you was nowhere to be seen. Bucky's once affectionate look had been replaced by a cold, untrusting, and distant stare.

"I'm Y/n, your partner." Your breathing rapidly got heavier, as he had noticed your nervousness. You were running out of options if he truly didn't recognize you, this situation could get bloody very quickly. You had to do your very best to remain calm, not to escalate his level of confusion anymore. Right now, Bucky was a wild animal being cornered. You had to be very cautious with your words and actions.

 "I don't know a fucking Y/n." He snapped.

 He moved suddenly, but you were faster. You quickly pushed your self up just enough to untuck your legs from beneath you and throw the bottoms of your feet into Bucky's chest. You shoved Bucky backward off his side of the bed.  You were able to catch him off guard, able to rip your hands from his firm grip as he fell. Immediately you stood on the opposite side of the bed, staring at Bucky, who quickly got to his feet.  

 "Bucky, you're safe. HYDRA isn't here anymore," You pleaded with him, hoping maybe you would be able to pull your Bucky back out before things got worse.

He said nothing as he stalked around the bed towards you. You did your best to seem as non-threatening as you could, but your flight or fight instincts were kicking in. You contemplated with yourself how close you would let him get to you before you threw a fist toward him.

 "Bucky, I love you. You'd never hurt me, you promised." You uttered shakily, as you kept your trembling hands at your sides. "Please, don't do this. You are not the Winter Soldier."

 He was about 6 feet away from you when you finally pressed your back against the wall.  He had the same deadly look still hovering within his eyes. You had backed yourself into the corner, begging him to stop with each step he took closer. Without second breath, he charged you, his metal fist being hurled at your head. Swiftly you slid your back down the wall, his punch barely missing your face. The debris of the hole he had just left in the wall, floating onto your hair. As fast as you had ducked, you shoved yourself off the wall and into his torso. You managed to tackle Bucky's larger form to the ground, scrambling for the door while he tried to compose himself.

 You swung the door open, but before you could step through the doorway, a metal hand gripped a chunk of your hair. Bucky yanked your back into the room, shoving you against the wall. He took his hand from your hair and placed it around your throat, his grip unyielding. You gasped for air, small tears forming in your eyes as you frantically clawed at his metal arm.

 You had done your best not to get physical with Bucky, but your options were few. If you did not fight back now, he would surely kill you.

 "I'm sor-sorry," You wheezed out, harshly bringing your knee up between his legs. It was a dirty move, but a move that may have just saved your life. Bucky doubled over in pain, giving you the chance to bring your knee to connect with his nose. He stumbled backward, landing on his ass. Your blow only gave you a second to escape the room, as you suddenly heard the sound of his heavy footsteps coming up behind you.

 You ran toward the stairwell, heading toward the door at the end of the hall. You burst through the door to the staircase, immediately skipping stairs to get away from Bucky as quickly as possible. No matter how fast you ran, Bucky was a super-soldier and easily caught up to you, tackling you from behind. The two of you tumbled down a flight of about 15 stairs, knocking the air out of your lungs. You both landed next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, lying your backs. He drew his arm across his chest and then brought it back down, his forearm aiming for your face. Thanking whatever entity you believe in, you caught his fleshed arm in both of your hands.

 You grunted as you slid your legs up, so you now laid gripping his flesh covered wrist and forearm in both of your hands. You wound up your left leg and brought it down hard on his chest, using your other foot to kick him in the side of his head. You didn't plan on seriously hurting Bucky, but you needed to immobilize him somehow. You narrowly avoided him throwing his metal arm over his body, almost crushing your pelvis, but you were quick to drag yourself backward. Once again, his arm put another dent in the floor.  

 "Jarvis, wake fucking everyone up!" You screamed up into the air, how was everyone still fucking asleep. You wondered, annoyed as you got to your feet. The pain of the fall down the stairs wreaked havoc through your body as you hurriedly limped through the door next to you. You tried to pull the door shut, but there came the metal hand once again. It kept the door away from the door frame, Bucky's crazed face peeking through the large crack of the door. You strained yourself as you tried to hold the door closed as much as possible, but grew aggravated very quickly. The scene from The Shinning flashed through your mind the moment when Jack Nicholson tries breaking the door down with an ax. Your thought on what the wife should have done burst into your mind. You quickly threw your fist through the crack in the door and hit Bucky straight in the nose. His head flew backward at the hard contact.

 "Holy fucking shit," You cursed, limping your way into the open floor. You had made it to the living room and kitchen floor. Your body begged you to stop fighting, as you quickly ran for the kitchen. Bucky was right behind you, almost close enough to grab your arm.  You had no chance of getting away from him in the state your body was currently in.

 With a sudden shove from behind, you fell forward, landing hard on the marble floor. You whimpered in pain as your head smacked against the ground. You could feel the warm blood spilling from where your head had just split open. The blood slipped into one of your eyes, making your vision turn a blurry, crimson red. You felt a hand on your shoulder as you were flipped over roughly. Bucky stood with a foot on either side of you, towering over you. He held a look of anger on his face as his metal hand reached for your throat once again. With ease, he lifted you off the ground by your throat, holding you just high enough so you could look him dead in the eye.

 "I forgive you. I love-love you." Your eyes began to go dark as his grip seemed to get tighter and tighter. The last thing you saw was Bucky, but not your Bucky. It was a damaged man, a man who didn't know who he was, a man who didn't know what love was.

Your vision had gone, but you heard the screams of the others. You felt the way your body hit the floor once again as Bucky dropped your limp body. A surge of pain was the last thing you felt before you fell into the abyss of nothing.

[jj-scottsbee]

Prompt: “I fucking died”

Warnings: blood, death, and language

    Your lungs gasped for air as you woke. Your eyes flew open, your lungs taking in all the air they could grab. Your breathing was heavy but slowly calmed as you obtained the oxygen you were craving so dearly only moments earlier. As you calmed yourself, a shot of pain flew through your torso. Sighing in pain, you brought your hand to your abdomen naturally, wanting to hold the area that hurt. As you brought your hand to touch the area where the pain had sprung from, a warm, sticky liquid covered your right hand. Confused, you slowly brought turned your palm to face the ceiling, curious as to what you had dipped your hand in. 

  Your eyes widened in horror as you saw your hand was covered in your blood. Immediately your head flew downwards, and both your hand searched for the open wound that all the blood had come from.  You found no open wound, and the pain that you had woken up with had slowly begun to die down. As you observed your surroundings, you realized quickly that you were sitting on a metal table in the middle of Tony's lab in the tower. You noticed the pools of drying blood that sat around the table, what seemed like hundreds of gauges sitting around the floor, and the bloody medical instruments that sat on a small tray next to you. You then noticed the heavy white sheet that was draped over your legs, hiding the ripped pants of your suit. You pulled the sheet to one side, wanting to make sure you had pants on. You currently sat in nothing but a sport-bra and your leather suit pants, only one of your boots hugging your left foot. 

  "Jarvis, what happened? Where is everyone?" You asked, swinging your legs to one side of the table. 

  "Miss Y/n, you died ma'am," 

  Your heart dropped as Jarvis answered your first question. What he said next was a blur to you, as the memories quickly came shooting back into your head. 

  "Y/n, get out of here!" Steve yelled as he threw multiple blows at the advancing HYDRA soldiers. 

"Stevie, you really think I'm leaving without America's ass?" You breathed out, putting a bullet in the closest soldier you could. Your chest heaved as your body begged you to stop fighting, as it told you that there were too many soldiers for you to take on by yourself.

 "Dammit Y/n fucking leave!" Steve yelled across the field, his reaction catching you off guard. It wasn't long before you realized why he was so determined on getting you to leave, Rumlow had arrived. You smiled deviously as you put several bullets into the last remaining soldiers, stalking towards the newly made man. Rumlow had his eyes set on Steve, but you weren't about to let him take Steve so easily.  

  "Hey, buddy! How many metal-plates you got stuck in your head?" You mocked, throwing your empty gun at the man. His attention was ripped from Steve, who still struggled to fend off several other HYDRA soldiers. You could hear the protests of Steve and the others through your coms, as you taunted the enemy. You were defenseless, you may not be able to beat him, but you could stall him. 

  "I'm gonna put a bullet in you bitch." Rumlow growled as he marched towards you. You stood your ground, just long enough to get him about 6 feet in front of you. Suddenly you rushed the man, sliding between his legs only to fling yourself up behind him, just in time to grab Cap's shield he had thrown trying his best to protect you.  You and Rumlow spun around, your eyes meeting for merely a second before you brought the shield to protect yourself from the bullets he shot. 

  "You're fucking shit at this whole assassin thing, huh?" You grunted as you smacked him over the head using the shield. There was a loud clang that came from the contact. "Holy shit, you actually got metal plates in your head!"

  You laughed shocked as you slowly ran towards Steve, who was struggling to defend himself still. Before you could make it to him, you heard the loud cock of what sounded like a rather large gun. You turned around to see Rumlow, a gun-type machine coming from his arm. He pointed it at Steve, who had finally begun to lessen the number of soldiers who had been attacking him. You watched in horror as Steve's eyes met yours, a look of farewell covering his face. 

  "I'll see you when you fall asleep," You called, smiling at Steve. You rushed Rumlow, pulling his attention from Steve to you. You were able to reach him, to distract him, but you were unable to stop the dagger that he plunged into your stomach. He towered over you as stood, both hands gripping his large wrist. You stared him dead in the eye, a mischievous, clenched smile crossing your face as you saw the rest of the team burst into the room. 

  "We'll finish this in hell," You softly growled. 

 You felt Rumlow rip the dagger from your abdomen. You heard the cries and screams of the team as they watched you fall to the floor. Before anyone could reach you, your vision blurred and went black. You fell into nothingness. 

  As the memories hit you like a truck, you limped toward the elevator as quickly as you could. There may be no visible injuries that laid on your body, but there were still aches and pains. You reached the elevator, the sheet soaked in your blood, hung around your shoulders. Impatiently you watched as the floor labels changed, needing to find the team. 

  After what seemed like hours, the elevator finally reached the floor that held the living room and kitchen. By this time, your body was dwindling with strength. You had leaned against the right wall of the small box, using it to help your legs support your weight. The small ding was what forced you to push yourself off the wall, trying to walk sturdily. The elevator doors open to a silent living room, but the team filled the space of it. They sat with either their head in their hands, their tearful eyes on the floor, or staring in a daze into an empty direction. It was Peter who noticed you first. 

  "HOLY FUCK," He called, as you stumbled out of the elevator. In an instant, everyone was looking your direction, all of their eyes red and puffy. All of their eyes widened in shock and happiness, as they saw the life in your eyes and breath in your chest. 

  "You're all crying? I deserve a better goodbye, other than a fucking sob party." You breathed tiredly, Tony and Peter were quick to grab hold of your arms as you began to sway. Everyone laughed, happiness overtaking them. 

  "We thought you were dead, let us have our moment," Tony teased gently, as he and Peter led you to the couch. "Now, can you explain what happened?" 

  "I fucking died, but I didn't at the same time. And no, I didn't have some fucking meeting with Jesus or any shit like that. I felt nothing, I saw, heard nothing. Everything was just dark." You said tiredly, as you leaned back against the couch. 

  No one could explain how you had lived. But no one complained. 

[jj-scottsbee]

Too Young To Be In Love (pt. 3)

Prompt: Well everyone knows now. 

Warnings: age gap, language 

(Pt.1) (Pt.2)

  "SHE IS A CHILD YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Tony yelled as he lunged for Bucky. Thor and Bruce were quick to grab Tony before he could begin a fight that could get both himself and Bucky killed. You sat crying on the couch as Peter and Wanda did their best to comfort you, as Bucky and Tony fought. 

  As usual, you and Bucky had ended up in the living room during the night. You had fallen asleep on his chest, with both his arms wrapped around you. Bucky would often wake up before the rest of the team and carry you to your room before anyone saw you guys. However, this time he ended up sleeping just a little too long. Tony had walked in on you two and immediately the fighting had begun. Had Steve and Sam not been with Tony, there would have been an all-out fistfight between Bucky and Tony. The immediate yelling woke the whole tower up and within minutes the entire team was watching the two men in their yelling match. 

  "I would never do anything to hurt her," Bucky argued back, trying to keep himself from yelling. He didn't want to escalate the fight, but the way Tony kept trying to get at him he might have too. 

  "Buck, I'm not saying I'm against you, but are you sure you know what you're doing?" Steve sighed out, worried that his friend hadn't thought his actions through all the way. 

  "It was my choice, I made the first move. I'm not a little girl anymore, why is this such a big deal." You called out as you pushed yourself off the couch. Bucky gave you a soft glance, not wanting you to get too close to the crowd worried that if a fight broke out you get hurt.

  "First move? What do you mean the first move? Did you put your fucking hands on her?! She's only fucking 18 you shithead!" Tony wouldn't stop yelling, you let out an annoyed sighed pinching the bridge of your nose. 

  "Exactly she's 18!" Bucky exclaimed, "If you paid any attention to her you would realize she is one of the strongest brains you have on this team. She's quiet, but jesus christ is she stubborn. She knows what she wants, she thinks shit through! She has shown me what it's like to love someone again, she makes me so fucking happy. Tony, I would never do anything to harm her mentally or physically. She is 18, she knows what she wants. She wants me and if one day she doesn't, then I'll leave."

  You stared at Bucky shocked, he was yelling, but he was not in a state of rage. You could feel the love in his words and see the care in his eyes as he pleaded with Tony to relax and let him explain everything. The entire team stood around the room, everyone split down the middle not knowing what to think of the two of you. Thor, Wanda, Peter, Clint, Vision, and Nat seemed to be a little more understanding than Tony, Bruce, Sam, and Rhodey. Steve just seemed stuck. 

  "She is a child that you forced to grow up, Y/n, sweetheart please." Tony's voice softened as he turned to face you, his eyes begging you to agree with him. He begged that you would realize what he saw wrong with the relationship and end it right there and then. 

  "Tony, he makes me happy. I'm in love with him, please you have to try and understand." 

  "Y/n, you are too young to know what love is." Tony shook his head, disappointment laced his words. "So all of you are okay with this shit?" 

  "I see no issue, in Asgard love is love," Thor spoke with a joyful smile, his attitude contradicting the feeling that had settled in the room. Natasha nodded, along with Peter and Wanda who still stood next to you. Both of your friends kept their arms around you, showing that they were by your side. 

  "Steve, Clint, guys you've gotta see how wrong this is? It just isn't right." Bruce dragged Steve and Clint into the argument. "Clint, what if that was your daughter?" 

  "I would support her and if it fails, be there to help her up," Clint said giving you an empathetic look. Everyone turned to Steve, his word would be the final push to see whether you and Bucky were going to be together. If Steve was against the relationship you knew it wouldn't work, you would cause an all-out war within the team and you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if that happened. 

 Steve watched how Bucky had spoken about you, he saw a light in his best friend's eyes that he thought had been lost for good. Steve had watched as you slowly brought the real Bucky out. He saw how much bigger Bucky smiled around you, how louder he laughed with you, how much he loved you. Steve knew Bucky had made some wrong choices in his life, but you. You were one of the right ones. 

  "You don't have to like it, but you have to live with it." Steve finalized, a smile covering your face. 

  You may have not had the entire team's support, but you knew you would eventually. You knew the age gap was a bit much for some of the team, but you weren't going to let their feelings affect your relationship. You were in love, why give that up to please other people? Of course, love comes and goes before you find the one. But once you've found them, one will know instantly. Some people are lucky enough to have their first love, be their one and only. You were one of those very lucky people. 

[jj-scottsbee]

Too Young To Be In Love (pt. 2)

Prompt: A story of Bucky and an innocent girl. 

Warnings: age gap, language 

Tags:  savingprivatecass

Pt. 1

 "I swear to you Wanda, no one smiles like that assassin." You smiled widely as the two of you sat in the kitchen. You both sat on opposite counters, facing each other. She listened intently as you fawned over the one and only Bucky Barnes.

 "So where are these little meetings leading too?" Wanda questioned as she popped a grape into her mouth. You looked at her a little confused, but then realized what she meant. You weren't quite sure how to answer, did Bucky see you as something more than something innocent? You had to admit over the past two months of the little night time talks you had with him, you could confirm that you indeed had feelings for the man. Though you couldn't speak for him and you were slightly unsure of where he stood on the matter.

 "I like what's happening now, why does it have to lead to anything else?" You questioned almost childishly. "I'm so much younger than him, I'm not sure it will lead to anything more than it already is."

 "Whatever you say, but speak of the devil himself." She whispered as you followed her gaze to the elevator doors. You met his eyes giving him a small smile, which he returned ever so slightly. Steve had led the way while exiting behind him was Bucky, Tony, and Thor following. Unbeknownst to you and Bucky, Bucky was not the only one who had seen the small smile you had thrown his way. Tony glared hard at the brunette, as he passed him.

 The rest of the day Tony carefully watched you and Bucky. He watched the lingering stares, the way you looked at the soldier, the way the soldier looked back at you. The two of you were attracted to each other and Tony could see it plain as day. And he didn't like it one bit.

~~~

 One o'clock in the morning rolled around and as always you made your way down to the living room. The night felt different, but you shrugged the feeling off. You had something big planned for tonight, something that would either let something bloom or destroy something altogether. Needing a little extra time to calm yourself, you took the stairs. You took in deep, slow breaths as you made your way down to the floor of the living room and kitchen.

 As you pushed the door open, you spotted Bucky on the couch. He was already laying lazily on the couch that sat directly across from the tv, South Park running across the large screen. As you circled the couch, you smiled as you met his gaze.

 "Doll I don't know if anyone has told you, but that smile could you get you anything if you just showed it off a little more." He sat up, giving you room to sit on the couch. You smiled even brighter as his compliment left his lips, you could feel the blush gathering in your cheeks.

 You could feel his eyes on you as you slowly sat down. Your heartbeat hard,  your hands fidgetting nervously. Bucky was quick to notice your nervousness, as you sat near the edge of the couch. You couldn't bring yourself to face him, causing him to worry he had done something wrong.

 "B-Bucky," You breathed out, scared of what you were about to do. In a blink of an eye, Bucky slid himself next to you, snaking his arm around you. He didn't know what he was comforting you for, but he could tell something was off. You weren't as happy as you usually were for your nightly talks. You seemed skittish and nervous, like the first time the two of you had met. He was terrified that he had done something, or someone else had done something to you.

 "What's wrong?" Concern laced his voice as he stared at your small face.

 You slowly turned towards your face towards his, your eyes were wide and the anxiousness was glowing throughout them. You gradually brought your eyes to meet his glowing blue ones. For a moment that seemed to last for hours, you stared at him and he stared back. He watched your face, the innocent look you held, the lost puppy look your eyes were holding as they looked into his. He wanted to ask you again what was wrong, but he didn't dare look away. Your eyes were enchanting to him, it was as if they swallowed him whole and brought him to a safe and loving place.

 With the courage that you had seemed to muster up with that moment, you had to study his beautifully painted eyes, you quickly squeezed your eyes tight. You softly crashed your lips onto his, your hands gripping each other tightly as they sat in your lap. You waited a couple of seconds to feel him kiss back, but he never did. Quickly you pulled your lips away from him, immediately standing up. Your back faced Bucky as you slowly walked away from him, muttering continuous apologies as you made your way to the elevator.

 Bucky sat on the couch, in complete shock. You had kissed him and he hadn't kissed you back, he wanted to so badly, but he knew how wrong it was. You were so young, you were too young. You just had a crush on him, the kiss probably meant nothing. As you stood up, he begged himself to reach out for you, to stop you from leaving. Every bone in his body urged him to follow you into the elevator, to grab your face and connect his lips to yours once again. But something in him told him not too. He knew you had some feelings for him, it was obvious, but he never thought you would act on it. As long as you never did anything, he would be able to keep himself from you. As long as you held that innocently naive part of you, he would be able to tell himself that the way he looked at you was wrong. The way his eyes would wander up and down your body whenever he got the chance, the way he longed for the night to come so he could spend time with you, the way his eyes ached waiting to see your smile every morning. He would be able to scold himself for the way he thought of you as long as you did not try anything. Now that you had kissed him, you had made the move, you had put your lips on his willingly... must he be ashamed of his true feelings now? You were of legal age, not that that's what he was focusing on, but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he took advantage of you in any way. That was something he promised himself he would never do.

 The small sound of the elevator doors closing snapped Bucky out of his state of shock, he quickly shoved himself off the couch. He sprinted towards the stairs, making his way to your floor. Bucky knew he had sent you the wrong signal, he wanted nothing more than to feel your lips. He had just been worried you were too young.

 You had been able to hold the tears in, you knew you shouldn't have done that. You hated yourself for not being satisfied with the small moments you had with Bucky, the thing you had going with him had been enough for you. Why did you have to ruin it? You kept scolding yourself as you exited the elevator, quickly making your way back to your room. You hugged your sweatshirt close to your body, doing your best to hold yourself together.

 Quickly pushing open your door, you tried shutting it right behind you, but it had been stopped by something. As you looked up saw a metal hand, holding the edge of the door. Briskly Bucky pushed himself into your room and silently shut the door, not wanting to wake anyone up.

 "Listen I'm sor-"

 "Can I kiss you?" Bucky blurted out, staring at you intently. You stared at him in utter shock, unable to make a sound. Instead of trying to force yourself to speak you quickly nodded. "Dollface I need to hear permission."

 "Y-yes." You stuttered and instantly his lips were on yours once again. He held both sides of your face, as he held his soft lips to yours. Both of you savoring the moment.

 "If I keep kissing you, I don't think I'll be able to stop." He breathed out as he pulled away. Sudden confidence came over you as you grabbed his hand, leading him towards your bed.

 "Then don't." You smiled devilishly. Bucky immediately spun you around, watching as you slowly laid on your bed. Your sudden change in attitude surprised not only Bucky but surprised yourself. Where this sudden wave of confidence had come from, you have no idea, but you liked it.

 Bucky hovered above you, as once again the two of you locked eyes. He had fallen in love with looking into your eyes, they just pulled him in every time. He glanced down at your lips as if asking for permission once again. In response, you brought your head up so you could bring your lips to his. He kissed back, his hunger for you evident in his lips. Ever so slightly his tongue licked your bottom lip, without delay, you let him slip his tongue into your mouth. You let him explore your mouth freely, letting him do whatever he wanted.

 He pulled away, still hovering over you. You both stared at each other, your chests heaving. Bucky pushed himself up, sitting on the edge of your bed trying to get his breath and wrap his head around what was happening. You stayed lying on your back, as you slowly began to catch your breath, staring at the ceiling. Both of you trying to comprehend what just happened. Bucky slightly turned his head to look over his shoulder, eyeing you.

 "Y/n you're only 18. We shouldn't be doing this." He said softly, the regret in his voice was hard to miss.

 "I know what I want. Do you?" You whispered, sitting up. You slowly slid to the top of your bed, leaning your back against your headboard. With one last glance at the ground, Bucky said fuck it to his morals. No, he still had his morals, he said fuck it to the opinions of the others.

 "C' mere," He growled as he grabbed you.

 After that night you were no longer innocent, you had willingly given it away. You had let Bucky see parts of you no one ever had before, you gave him everything you had. He was gentle and worshipped you as if you a goddess that he had for only a night. He should you pleasure you had never felt before. He held you close, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he took you. The two of you connected in a way you never thought you would.

 The morning after you woke with Bucky's large arm's wrapped around your small form. You wished to never move, you wanted to stay like that forever. You wanted to have your bare back resting against his bare chest, his arms holding your unclothed body, protecting you from the world forever. You wanted to always feel his warm breath on the back of your neck, to hear his small breaths as he slept so peacefully. You wanted nothing more than to stay entangled with the man forever more than anything in your life.

 Carefully, you rolled yourself over. You admired Bucky's face, he was such a calm looking sleeper. You wondered how such a peaceful looking sleeper could have such horrible nightmares. You gently brushed a piece of his hair away from his face and behind his ear so you could get a better look. You cupped his face with one hand, your heart skipping a beat as you took in how handsome he truly was.

 "I love you," You sighed ever so quietly, as you stared at him as if you worshiped him.

 "I love you too," He breathed a small smile spreading across his face, though his eyes stayed close. You froze for a moment, did he mean it?

"Really?" You asked carefully, his eyes slowly opened. His eyes met yours and leaned to kiss you.

 "I love you more than anything Y/n," He said as he broke away from the kiss. The two of you smiled at each other, both of you too happy to care about anything other than each other. Both of you too caught up in each other to realize what time it was.

Pt.3 OUT NOW

[jj-scottsbee]

Too Young To Be In Love

Prompt: Bucky is a sweety. 

Warnings: language, age gap

  You watched the brunette from across the room, as you sat cross-legged on the couch. You pretended to have your nose in a book, hoping no one would notice your attention straying from your daily reading. You watched as Bucky smiled softly as he and Steve discussed something, he was still a little uneasy about living in the tower. He had only lived in the building for a little over a few months, he was always so tense. The moment he had entered the tower, you had found it difficult to keep your eyes from finding him. The 97-year-old that looked like he was 28, intrigued your young mind. 

  Ever since he had arrived at the tower he had yet to let his guard down, he was always ready for a fight. He flinched at loud noises, he didn't like spending time with anyone other than Steve of course, and he often avoided eye contact with everyone. You had never heard his laugh, never seen him give an ear to ear smile, you had never heard him even snort at a joke. You knew so little about the brunette man, yet he fascinated you. If your eyes could not find him in the same room as you, then your mind would have him running through it. James Buchanan Barnes never seemed to leave you alone.

  You found it so hard to pull your eyes away from him. Though you would never admit it, you loved the chances you got to admire Bucky. He was a gorgeous man, he had a body that looked as if it belonged to a god. Even with his left arm being made of metal, it just seemed to fit him. You favored his hair, believing that it suited him with the way it framed his handsomely sculpted face. His dark hair helped his almost startling intense blue eyes, stick out even more. Ever since you first noticed his eyes, you longed to just be able to stare into them, to study the tiniest details, to see the secrets they held.  

   "You're staring," came the gentle whisper of Wanda as she sat down beside you. You quickly averted your eyes from Bucky, looking everywhere but in his direction. Throwing yourself back to lean against the back of the couch, you slowly slouched bringing your knees up.  You placed them together tightly, doing your best to hide the heat that was rising to your cheeks. 

  "I was only reading," You tried to hide the small smile you held. Wanda and Peter were the only ones who knew of your small interest for the super-soldier, both of them always finding ways to tease you about it.

  You were forced to admire him from afar, always hiding your fondness of the man from most of the team. You were one of the youngest Avengers, being only 18. You may have been older than Peter and technically a legal adult, but you were still a baby in the eyes of the team. Wanda and Peter were the only ones you could confide in about your thoughts of Bucky, everyone else on the team seemed to have a hard time keeping things to themselves. You were a small, quiet, and a rather shy person, preferring to listen to other's thoughts instead of giving your own. So when you wished to speak up without any prodding or poking from the rest of the team, it was seen as a huge deal. You knew the moment anyone else found out about your little fascination with the man, it would be the talk of the tower for months. 

  Wanda quietly laughed to herself as you pushed yourself from the couch, with one last fake look of annoyance thrown at Wanda, you wandered toward the elevator. You hugged your book tightly to your chest, keeping your eyes towards the floor. You swiftly walked by the rest of the team who lounged around the living room. Just as you were passing Bucky and Steve, you lifted your head just slightly so you could steal one last little glance of his face. Steve's back was to you, so no one would notice one more little glance, would they?

  As you lifted your eyes from the floor, expecting to see him still caught in conversation with Steve. You were startled when your soft eyes, met his blue orbs. You sucked in a quick breath, your eyes flying right back down to the floor. Your steps becoming quicker as you made your way towards the elevator. You didn't let yourself breathe until the elevator doors had closed, leaving you completely alone. 

~~~

  "Why are you so interested in him anyway? Isn't he like technically 97 years old?" Wanda chuckled as she laid on your bed flipping through Netflix. 

  "Hey, he's got a metal arm. I'm in love with him too." Peter commented as he spun in continuous circles in your desk chair. 

  "I-i am not in love with him!" you argued as you paced around the room. You couldn't get the memory of your eyes meeting his, out of your head. Maybe he'd seen your linger stares or the small whispers and giggles you shared with Wanda whenever he was in the room. What if he had overheard you gushing about him at some point or another. Your mind continued to overthink the encounter, your body not letting you sit still. 

  "Well, I don't think those are friendly eyes you're staring at him with all the time." Peter looked at you accusingly, as he suddenly brought his spinning to an abrupt stop. He lifted an eyebrow at you, knowing exactly what his question would do to you. 

  "She's too innocent for that, get your mind out of the gutter you little bug," Wanda commented as she looked from Peter to you. 

  "I'm not saying I wouldn't fuck him, I mean metal arm," Peter said, pointing at his left arm. Wanda laughed as your cheeks once again heated up as the mention of sex came into the room. You shook your head, grabbing a pillow from your bed first you hit Wanda with it, and then threw it at Peter. All you laughing together at your overworking mind and Peter's all too vulgar mouth.

  Peter and Wanda hung around your room for a couple more hours before they both retired to their own for the night. It was about midnight when they had both left, but even with the room empty and dark, you couldn't fall asleep. You tossed and turn for a couple more hours but eventually gave up trying to sleep. With a huff of frustration, you pushed yourself out of bed. As quietly as you could you made your way down to the kitchen, your stomach grumbling for a midnight snack. 

  You trudged out of the elevator, the kitchen light already on. As you were fully out of the small box, the small sound of the tv hit your ears. As you slowly rounded into the kitchen, you were greeted by the one and only Bucky. He stood there in the kitchen shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of black joggers that hung loosely on his hips. You stopped when you saw him, your body freezing. He noticed you just as he was about to shove another cookie into his mouth, stopping while holding the cookie half-way in his still opened mouth. 

  "Lookin' for a midnight snack?" He asked awkwardly offering you the cookie he was about to eat. Your body was tense, you couldn't find your voice to answer him. You wished so bad to reply to him, to just say the word 'yes'. Bucky noticed your hesitation immediately, a woeful expression covering his face as he remembered what Steve had told him about you. 

  Something you had failed to realize was the glances that Bucky returned, whenever he felt your eyes on him. He snuck as many admiring looks at you, as you did to him. When he first came to the tower, you were the first one to catch his attention. The team had been rather welcoming to him, maybe excluding Tony a little, but everyone had been pretty nice given Bucky's past actions. But when he saw you, he wanted nothing more than to know everything about you. However, Steve was quick to explain to him that you were very timid and that you would probably need time to get used to him being around the tower before you would engage with him. 

  "Oh shit... I'm sorry. I can go if you want." He offered suddenly, the worry evident in his voice. Your body slowly began to relax as you realized he seemed slighted scared? You couldn't figure out why he had all of sudden, in a way, became so small in his demeanor. 

  "N-no it's okay. I'm just not used to running into people at this time at night." You stuttered, but slowly found more of your confidence. You forced your body to walk forward, pulling out one of the stools that sat across the island from Bucky, who stood opposite of you. You plopped yourself down and reached across for the box of cookies that sat in front of Bucky. He was a little surprised by your actions, not realizing your actions were also surprising yourself. Being the gentleman he was though, he pushed the box of treats to the middle of the island so you could reach them a little easier. 

  Bucky watched as your small hand grasped a random cookie. He observed your hand, how small it was compared to his, how gently you had grabbed the cookie, and how soft it would feel against his hand.  

  "Couldn't sleep?" He asked, trying to make conversation. You simply nodded, not knowing what to say. "Me neither." 

  "How come?" You questioned quietly, not wanting to pry. You hoped you wouldn't offend him by asking, even if it were a simple question. Bucky again, a little surprised by your voice filling his ears, quickly swallowed what remained of the cookie. "You don't have to answer, I get we all have our reasons." 

  You retracted your question, knowing you may be asking a personal question. You had heard rumors around the team of the nightmares that Bucky had, the way he screamed in his sleep. His room was on the floor above you, so you had never heard anything, but apparently, Peter had once or twice.

  "Can I ask you something?" Bucky blurted out, you softly nodded. Your eyes filled with wonder, what could he possibly want to ask you? "Are you scared of me?"  

  You looked at Bucky quizically. Were you scared of him? Is that why you could never take your eyes off of him? Why your body always seemed to tense when he walked into a room? Maybe you were scared of him....no. You weren't scared him, you saw through the cold silence that he held himself in. You didn't see the monster that everyone had told you stories about, you felt no danger coming from him. He was one of the few deadliest assassins in the world, but oddly you feared nothing about him.

  Staring at him long and hard, you saw nothing to fear. The worst part of what you saw was a broken man. A man who had endured years of pain and suffering, a man who had to fight for not only his memories. You saw a good-hearted, gentle, loving man, who had been forced to do unspeakable things. 

  "No, should I be?" you questioned sliding another cookie into your mouth. Bucky almost melted at the way you looked at him, you looked so innocent, so fragile. He ached to just hold you in his arms, just to protect you with every ounce of strength he had in his body. 

  "I've done a lot of bad things doll, I'm not exactly someone that's loved," He snorted, moving his gaze from you to the tv. Your body ran hot as the word 'doll' rolled off his tongue. 

  "So have I," You retorted with a giggle, bringing the soldier's attention back to you. He looked at you as if telling you to go on. "You can't be all goody-goody when working for S.H.E.I.L.D. I was raised as an agent, used basically as a weapon. Wasn't until Nat and Clint met me that I was shown what a real family was and then I was introduced to everyone else and the story continues." You explained shortly, Bucky simply stared at you not knowing how to explain that he understood you. He understood what you had been through. The two of you continued talking, making your way to the couch, with the box of cookies. The two of you continued to talk, about your lives, you both shared stories you had of Steve, you filled him in on the drama going on with Steve and his non-existent love life. The hours slowly slipped by, but the two of you never noticed. 

  "Wait, wait, wait, hold on, so you're telling me, you technically died?" You laughed, as you sat on your knees facing him. 

  "Yeah basically, but it just didn't stick." He chuckled laying his head in his hand. He had his body turned ever so slightly, so he was leaning his right arm on the back of the couch. Both of you continued to talk and laugh before silence slowly overtook the two of you and simply sat watching tv. 

 You both watched the late-night shows, laughing at the stupid comedy, enjoying each other's presence. The tense feeling that you had seemed to always have around Bucky, seemed to subside. All you felt now were butterflies, you liked being around him. Him just sitting with you seemed to calm your mind, giving you a little peace from your usually wandering mind.  

  "Hey, Bucky...do you ever feel guilty about the things you've had to do?" You questioned, as sleep began to overtake you. His expression was a little contorted for a minute or two, as you patiently awaited his answer. 

  He wasn't quite sure how to answer. There were many things he regretted, plenty of things that constantly flooded his consciousness. Though the many things that he regretted were things that had been out of his control, literally. He had been under HYDRA's grip and had no way out. He was not himself. 

  "I'm basically a 100 years old, I don't have time to feel guilty about things that have already happened. And neither do you, you just gotta learn to let things go." He was set in his answer and proud of it. As he sat next to you, his arm had been dropped over the back of the couch. You had absentmindedly moved closer and closer to him during the night until finally the two of you were shoulder to armpit. His answer had you thinking, you agreed, but you didn't know if you could forgive yourself for the things you'd done. As your mind wandered slightly, you slowly slipped into a peaceful sleep. Your head softly sliding onto Bucky's shoulder, causing a small smile to play at his lips. 

~~~

  Since that night you had spent talking with Bucky, the two of you had made a habit out of meeting in the middle of the night. You liked to call it your 'midnight snack', both Peter and Wanda immediately finding all the ways to make it into a dirty joke to get under your skin. Every night the two of you would sneak down to the living room, turn whatever late-night show was on, and just talk. Sometimes you talked about what you would do if you weren't an Avenger, what Bucky would have done if he had never gone to war, asked about each other's bucket lists, favorite movies, music tastes, books you've read, thoughts on other team members. The two of you could talk about anything and everything, you never got tired of one another. 

  The closer the two of you got, the more the team began to notice. Tony didn't like it, Steve thought it was good that Bucky was finally coming out of his shell. With each day, Steve started to see more and more of pre-war Bucky. Most of the team saw it as nothing more than a friendly relationship, shrugging off the fact that you could possibly be harboring a school-girl crush on the man. Bucky had morals, there was no way that he would let your little crush turn into anything more...right? 

Pt. 2 OUT NOW

[jj-scottsbee]

You *smiles proudly, showing Peter the gun sitting in your waist band*: A smile will get you pretty far...but a smile and a gun will get you even farther.

Tony: Y/n please stop quoting Al Capone, you're worrying me.

You: You gotta always stay strapped or you'll get your cheeks clapped.

Tony *looks at you in disappointment: No...

Steve: what does that even mean?

Peter *staring at you in awe, slowly clapping*: Fucking genius.

[jj-scottsbee]

Selfless

  Prompt: You had always been a risk taker, you never cared for the consequences. 

Warnings: Angst, language, violence, mentions of blood 

You had always been reckless, reckless, and care-free. You were the same age as Peter, but you were a little more advanced than the teenage boy, so you were often allowed on more dangerous and serious missions. You performed your job well, but never gracefully. You always loved to push your limits, not caring whether it would ever be the time you had pushed too far. As long as you got your job done, you saw nothing wrong with the way you completed it.

 You weren't related to anyone on the team, but everyone treated you as though you were their blood. Many of them saw you as their little sister, some saw you as the daughter they had always wanted. You were very sweet and caring when it came to others, but you were never very concerned about yourself. That's what angered the team the most about you, how you put everything before yourself. In a way it was good, they were proud of how selfless you were, but it scared them just as much. When it came to missions you threw yourself into dangerous positions, you never cared to think of the consequences that your actions may have on you. If it ever came down to your life or someone else's, you would not hesitate to give yours.

 You behaved no differently than you usually did on your current mission. Everyone was simply tasked with taking out another hidden HYDRA compound, in the middle of nowhere Germany. It wasn't something too drastic, just a typical mission. It was only you, Peter, Steve, Natasha, and Tony. It was a mission that should have gone rather smoothly. However, it took a turn for the worst. You and Peter had ended up getting separated from the rest of the team, not only were you separated, but you were cornered by a group of HYDRA agents.

 "We're gonna need a little help," Peter said frantically over the com, as the two of you hid around the corner of the dimly lit hallway. Three HYDRA agents aimed their guns in the direction of you two, taking fire every time either of you even peaked your head around the corner. The hallway was lit by nothing, but two barred windows, whose glass had been shattered from the flying bullets. The end of the hallway laid about 20 feet away from the two of you, but the door at the end of it was a thick metal and locked from the other side. There was nowhere to run.

 "Where are you two?" Tony tried to sound calm, but you could hear the small worry in his voice. From the little noise that you could hear, besides the two guns that fired at you, you could tell you sat on the complete opposite side of the compound than the rest of the team.

 "Too far for you to get to us in time," You grunted, "Peter listen, I'll go first, distract them, you follow behind me and you get their guns while they're distracted with me." You stated, ignoring the shocked expression that spread across your face.

 "Y/n, there's no way you're doing that without getting shot!" Peter exclaimed, grabbing your wrist to assure himself that you weren't able to move into the line of fire.

 "Peter, we have no other choice. I'll be fine." You assure him, "Just make sure to grab those guns as quickly as you can."

 You gave Peter a soft, reassuring look as you used your other hand to grab his that held onto you. Peter was your best friend, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if something that he could prevent happened to hurt you. He stared at you, hesitation evident in his big, brown, eyes. That lost puppy look covering his face, but he slowly nodded in agreement.

 "Don't you two do anything stupid," Tony warned over the com, he had heard your plan and knew how reckless it was.

 Both of you ignored the older man. Peter let go of your wrist, as you slowly turned to face the corner that stood between you and the three soldiers. You took in a deep breath, as you fell into a crouched position. In a blink of an eye, you lunged away from the shielded area, sprinting a short distance toward the wall across from you. You jumped, pushing yourself off the wall sending you into mid-air, you let two daggers fly at two separate soldiers. Peter was quick to act, sliding out into the open behind you. He quickly threw a web at the other agent, grabbing the gun and pulling it away from him. Both of your daggers hit their marks, plunging deep into the middle of two of the soldiers' throats. Fortunately for you, both of their trigger fingers went limp following the rest of their bodies', their guns instantly ceased shooting.

 You turned your attention from the limp bodies, immediately throwing a punch at the empty-handed one next. For only a couple seconds you engaged in hand to hand combat with the last living one, Peter quick to jump in. He took a big leap and threw his foot at the enemies' head, instantly knocking him out. Both of you stilled, trying to catch your breaths.  

 "Holy shit that actually worked," You breathed out looking from the unconscious man to the two dead ones, whos blood filled the hallway. Peter looked at you, those big puppy eyes showing again.

"You didn't think it would work?" Peter exclaimed shook up, as he realized you had taken a huge risk. You simply shrugged at the teenage boy, turning around as you began to walk down the hallway. You both began to make your way back towards the rest of the team,    Peter let everyone know that you two were okay and were heading back to them.

As you both carefully made your way through the warehouse you ignored the comments that the rest of the team made about you being reckless and that you needed to be more careful. You knew you would be in for a long ass lecture once you were on your way home in the Quinjet. The chaos had calmed, the sounds of gunfire and battle yells were no more. The compound had been cleared, as you and Peter finally rejoined the group. The calm did not last long.

 "Are you fucking kidding me?" Tony began, as he landed in front of you. The suit towered over you, but you had never been scared of Tony, no matter his mood. Suit or not, he was still Tony, Peter cowered behind you, as you stood your ground staring blankly into the glowing eyes of the nitinol suit.

 "We made it out alive, don't pull your thong too far up your ass." You scoffed, Peter still cowering slowly moved passed the two of you, Natasha and Steve both watched as you and Tony argued.

 "Not only did you put yourself at risk with that dumbass move, but you also put Peter's life in danger. You do not make calls like that, especially not on some else's life." Tony yelled as he got closer to you. Had you been tall enough, the two of you would have been almost chest to chest, but in reality, it was more like nose to chest.

 "What the hell was I supposed to do? Fucking sit there and hope you or Captain Underpants over there, would come save us?  If you didn't think I could handle myself then why even let me come?" You argued, your insult hit the ears of Steve. He glared at you hard from behind Tony, agreeing with the other man. Everyone stared at you either in disappointment or small worry.

 "You're right. No more missions for you. You're done." Tony snapped, turning his back to you. He began to walk away from you, leaving you shocked and angry. You had done your job, neither you nor Peter was dead or even injured. Why were you being punished for completing the mission?

 "That's bullshit! You're just mad you can't fucking control me like your little pet bug! Just because I don't do things your way, doesn't mean I don't belong on missions. I've been doing this since I was little, I was born for this fucking work."  You screamed at the back of his head, you refused to be shut down for simply getting yourself out of a situation.

 "Kid listen, maybe you were made to be an agent, a fighter especially, but it's obvious you weren't made to be apart of a team. Don't make this an uglier than it is, this is your last mission. You're being benched for a while, if not forever." Steve said cold, his face as hard as stone from what you could see under his helmet. Your anger burnt throughout you even harder, you couldn't form a sentence, so you did the second-best thing. You picked up a rock about the size of your fist and bringing your arm back, you slung your arm forward, throwing the rock hard. You hit your target, Tony flinched a little at the noise as the rock hit the back of his headpiece. Your chest heaved with angry breaths, as you watched Tony slowly turn around.

 "Tony let it go," Natasha advised, stepping towards the two men who had yelled at you. Peter cowered behind the red-headed woman, hoping to Thor that nothing got physical. He watched as his father-figure turned to fully face you, even though no one could see his face, everyone knew the feelings of rage that were probably showing.

 "You're lucky I even took you in. You would have never-" Tony was cut off by a loud bang. The sound of one-shot rang throughout the bare sky, everyone ducked in response. Natasha was quick to find the shooter and take a shot, hitting him straight in the head. Peter lied on the ground his arms over his head in fear, he had dealt with enough guns for one day.

 "Y/n," Natasha whispered, her voice was small and broke as she saw the look on your face. Your mouth hung open slightly, your hands sat at your sides and your eyes filled with small tears. The look of disbelief covered your small face. It was as if time stopped for everyone, Peter brought his head up to look in your direction. His heart broke as he saw you, slowly begin to drop to your knee. Everyone lunged for you, Steve was the one that caught you before your back hit the ground.

"Hey, hey, c'mon kid." He said trying to locate your wound. As his hand landed on your upper, right shoulder blade, it got covered in a warm, sticky liquid. His heart dropped, as he realized he had found where that stray agent's bullet had landed. "Just breath, slow breaths."

 Tony stood staring at you, all his anger turning into guilt. Natasha and Peter ran passed him, joining Steve on their knees trying to assess your injuries. Peter kept telling you over and over you were going to be okay, Natasha yelled at everyone to get into the jet. Tony watched, not knowing what to do. He had just been yelling at you and cursing you, but now he watched as you laid slowly slipping away from him and the team.

 Steve swiftly, but as gentle as possible, lifted your body and began to run you to the jet, Natasha and Peter behind him. Peter was quick to stop realizing Tony still hadn't moved.

 "Mr. Stark we've gotta go, sir," Peter stuttered slightly as he softly pulled Tony's arm. The older man said nothing as he turned to follow, watching as Peter entered the jet with you and the other two. He watched as Steve laid you on the ground, your head in his lap. Natasha closed the door to the jet and took off as soon as she could. Tony flew ahead of them, planning to get back to the tower so he could prepare everything to take care of your injury.

 He scolded himself for yelling at you, for distracting you. He argued with himself that had he just let it go, that you would have seen that last agent, and none of this would have happened. That you would be back on the jet make awful movie references, messing around with Peter, and annoying the shit out of the rest of the team. It had only happened moments earlier and he was already blaming himself for your injury and possible death.

It took time to get back to the tower, time that you seemed to be running out of. You were bleeding immensely, Steve's lap was covered in your blood as he did his best to stop the bleeding. Peter sat terrified and scarred by the look you held on your face, holding your hand trying to keep you awake. He did his best to try and make you laugh or even smile, just trying to take your mind off the pain that had slowly begun to set in.

 "Nat you gotta pick it up," Steve called from behind her as he noticed you start to drift in and out of consciousness. "It's not the end of the line for you yet kid, just keep fighting a little longer."

 "I'm flying as fast as she'll go cap," Natasha responded agitated, "You think I'm taking my sweet fucking time?"

 Tony's heart broke as he heard his friend trying to keep you breathing. He was ahead of the jet and was coming up on the tower quickly. He was the first to reach home, having his suit disengage and fall off of him as he yelled at everyone for help. The pieces of his suit were scattered around his lab, as he filled Bruce in on what had happened. They swept everything off of a metal table, so they had a place to rest you. Pepper gathered all the need gauges, rags, and bandages that she could find. Wanda and Thor did their best to make a path from the jet landing to the table that they had cleared for you.

 Everyone sat waiting for the jet in the landing area, ready to rush you into their makeshift surgery. Bruce and Tony may not have been the most ideal surgeons, but Stephen had not been in the tower and they were the closest thing you had to doctors at the moment. So the two men would have to do.

  The jet came in slower than expected. Nat flew oddly calm, landing a little too softly compared to the frantic state that everyone else was in. Tony had expected to see Steve rushing you off the jet and towards him, but instead, his eyes landed on a sobbing Peter who held your body close to his. Steve sat on the bench, his head in his hands silently and Natasha shakily made her way off the jet keeping her eyes trained on the floor.

 "No..." Tony breathed.

"We lost Y/n," Nat spoke flatly, as she walked up to the rest of the team. Clint was quick to engulf her into a hug, even if she did hug back, he still held her tightly. Wanda choked out a soft cry, covering her mouth as she saw your lifeless body in Peter's arms. Her knees grew weak, Thor had to catch her before she fell. He held her as she sobbed for you.

 "No...no I can save her. She's fine, get her to the lab." Tony ordered, he refused to believe you had given up so easily. The one thing that agitated him the most about you was your stubbornness, there was no way in hell you would let death take you that easily from them.

 "Tony, she's lost too much blood," Bruce trailed off resting his hand on his friend's shoulder. Tony swiped the comforting hand off of his shoulder, swiftly walking towards you.

 "Peter give her to me." Tony didn't give the boy any time to respond before he began to pull you out of his arms. Peter cried for him to stop, as he reached out for your body.

 "Tony, she's gone." Steve grabbed his shoulder, not realizing how distraught his friend was. Tony threw an elbow back at Steve's nose hitting him straight in the face, making sure to shove the super-soldier away from him so he could lift you into his arms. Steve stumbled back a little but was quick to compose himself. Everyone watched as Tony carried you quickly to the lab, everyone silently begging him to let you be.

  Peter pulled his knees to his chest, hugging them as tightly as he could, He cried as Pepper joined him, trying to comfort him. Wanda still sat crying into Thor's chest, the god doing his best not too shed too many tears in front of everyone. Natasha still stood her eyes locked on the ground as Clint tried to comfort her, she silently blamed herself for your death. She should have been more vigilant, she should have double-checked to make sure the HYDRA soldiers were dead, she should have seen the one that sat behind you. Bruce sat standing watching as Tony slightly struggled to get you to the lab. Steve walked past everyone following Tony to the lab. As he walked through the doorway, you were laid on the table as Tony sat staring down at your emotionless face.

 "I didn't see him. I should have seen him." Tony mumbled, "Instead I was too busy yelling at her, and for what? Because she saved not only herself but Peter too?"  

 Tears slowly fell from his eyes, as he spoke. Tony's eyes never met Steve's, but the soldier could tell Tony had lost a lot by your death. You had always been like a daughter to him, everyone knew that. That's why he had always been so hard on you. That's why he was always so protective of you and Peter, you two were his kids.

 "Tony don't do that to yourself." Steve murmured, "We all overlooked the dangers that were still possible. She wasn't mad at you, I hope you know that. She wanted you to know, she wasn't mad at you."

 "Was she in a lot of pain?" Tony sniffed, leaning his hands on the edge of the table that you lay on.  

 "She went peacefully, she was unconscious when she went."  

 Tony's body visibly tensed, he knew Steve was lying. Steve could tell Tony knew he was lying. You had been in immense pain, you had begged Steve to help you. You had been sobbing, you told him you weren't ready to die. Each time you spoke or breathed too hard your body would flinch in pain. You had begged Peter to stop crying and made him promise that he would be by your side during your recovery. You joked about the 'killer' scar you were going to have and all the stories you could tell. Peter and Steve had done their best to hide their fear with small smiles but found it difficult.

Steve had held you as your breaths had begun to slow, as the life in your eyes slowly melted out of your bright, e/c colored eyes. He had felt you take your last breath, he had heard your final words.

 "Don't let him blame himself, I'm not mad."

You had whispered on your last stong breaths.  You didn't have to mention a name for Steve to know who you were referring to. He nodded sadly, as he softly pet your hair, trying his best to comfort you.

Your breathing began to soften and your gaze shifted from his to Peters and then to the ceiling of the jet. He watched as your body relaxed into death, the final breath of life leaving your lips. He was the one who had to close your eyes, the one who had to see your face look so eerily calm. He had been the one who had to hold you as you died. He was the one who had to tell Natasha that you were gone. He could do nothing but watch as Peter grabbed your body pulling you into his chest. Peter begged you to wake up, to stop messing with him, he wanted you to stop playing games.

Your death took a toll on everyone. In the end, maybe you weren't as selfless as everyone thought. You died before it was your time, Tony had to attend your funeral. No parent should have to attend their child's funeral.

[slavery]

[macbethz]

Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.

[seananmcguire]

BURN BAGEL BURN

[gothiccharmschool]

OH WHY NOT?

[harukami]

I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.

Bagel what are your powers

[acabosetotal]

FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.

THE BAGEL POWERS ARE WAY TOO MUCH FOR THIS WORLD

[token-white-friend]

I GOT A JOB THE DAY AFTER MY QUEUE POSTED THIS THE FIRST TIME AND I JUST REALIZED IT WHEN I SAW IT AGAIN HOLY GOD

[noodle-dragon]

The bagel hasn’t let me down yet!

[blackcatgodess]

I got a job offer after reblogging the bagel. Believe in the bagel!

[anayely420]

🙏🏼

[sonsfantasies]

Worth a try lol

[theblizzardsix]

i could use some good news or even a good girl 

[pantspooplover]

Go lil bagle! Show me your power!

[itaachiyama-moved]

Okii then!

[blastlight]

THIS IS THE FIRST THING ON MY BLOG

I GOT ASKED OUT FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTER I REBLOGGED IT

[cuappatea-deactivated20200216]

wait but whats happening with the bagel tho

[dukemz]

It’s burning, as is everything I’ve hoped for whenever I’ve reblogged a post like this

[gone-dw-abt-it-deactivated20260]

I just kinda wanna watch something burn?

[dukemz]

Mood

[rip-paramour]

You guys didn’t listen when I said Bagels hold an ancient and wonderous power.

[teathattast]

Bagel time

[castielismyhusband2266]

I need this

[dwintu]

do it

[robinswraith]

I’m at an all time low I need this

[magnus-chase-rights]

ok sure

[soulful-guy-deactivated20251026]

no loss in trying. so here wo go

[skeleton-deactivated694225]

😌👀

[anxietyfilledvoidfrog]

Its bagel time. I believe in you bagel. 🥯

[aleijaiiiii]

Ok so.

Last time I reblogged this, I was complaining to my mum how I never got to go on walks alone. Then, she legit said to me, “well why don’t you go down to *censored*?” Which she’d never let me do before. I had three hours. In a place half an hour from home. It works.

[thatonepanperson-deactivated202]

I need all the luck i can get

[spiderways-a-vampire]

(*-*)

[literallylmm]

Uhhhh worth a try

[batpeggy21]

I doubt it will work but….

[marsieonlife]

i dont lose anything trying…

[diya-a510-deactivated20200919]

BAGEL

[marsieonlife]

again, YES?!

[marsieonlife]

OK SO I DID THIS ON THE MORNING AND GUESS WHAT HAPPENED AT SCHOOL? 

TWO TESTS WERE CANCELLED!

NO HOMEWORK!!

WE HAD A BREAK OF 30 MINUTES (we normally have a break of 5-10 min)

AND MY CRUSH ASKED ME TO WORK ON A PROJECT WITH HIM!!!

I don’t know how you do it bagel, but you’re awesome!

[sleepy-sho]

Bagel time

[nucleariguana]

guys the more you add text to your reblogs the more time it takes to reblog, therefore stealing our good news

[jj-scottsbee]

Steve Rogers

Prompt: Just a few moments of you being overly flirty at the wrong times and places. 

Warnings: dirty comments

-  "Hey Stevie, you know how you went down in history as a hero?" You questioned as you leaned against the counter across from him. He raised an eyebrow telling you to continue, as he began to take a swig from his water bottle. "How about this time you go down on me?"  "I'm right here," Bucky sighed.

-"What are you looking at?" Steve questioned, as he noticed you watching him as he boxed. "You looked stressed and worried," You hummed accusingly, "And you know what they say, an orgasm a day keeps the worry away."

-"Hey, Y/n. Which one do you like more?" Steve held up two different shirts. you looked each of them over, as you stood across the store form him.  "I think I'd look better on you." You called loudly, Steve immediately dropped his hands, looking at you with a look of 'really, fucking really?' on his face.

-"Your pants are bothering me, take them off." You demanded as you slammed your hand on the table. "Babe please we are in a restaurant," Steve begged.

-"Drag me to the Darkside and show me what my body was made for." You growled at Steve. "THAT'S A QUOTE FROM STARWARS, see I know old movies" Peter yelled excitedly, "Peter...no," Tony said horrified.

-"Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm using my hand, but I'm thinking of you."  -You  "Babe, this is the team group chat."  -Steve

-"I deserved sex today, but whatever," You pouted slamming the bathroom door behind you.  "WE WERE AT A FUNERAL," Steve argued

-"Here's a tip Buck-" "It's never just the tip....never." You chuckled. The men stared at you horrified.

[jj-scottsbee]

Little Sister

Prompt: You’re the younger sister of Loki and Thor. You just so happen to be dating Peter Parker right under their noses. 

Warnings: smut, language

  Being the little sister of two the most well-known Gods, had its ups and downs. You had two personal bodyguards, but those bodyguards often tended to get very over-protective and intrusive. You loved them both with your whole heart, but damn did they annoy the shit out of you at times. Privacy was never something they liked to give you, even after both Frigga and Odin discussed with them that you were a growing girl. You needed a certain amount of privacy. The talk took effect for about a week and then your brother's returned to scaring off possible lovers and even friends. 

  They had decided to bring you to Midgard with them, wishing to show you other realms and have you train with some of the most skilled people they knew. You had been ecstatic about moving to Midgard, excited to meet the mortals that your brother's considered to be their second family. The team had welcomed you with open arms, immediately treating you as if you were their own sister. All of them were protective of you, but Natasha and Wanda had helped set a few boundaries for the men. Your brothers finally began to give you little space and let you have your privacy. Neither of them were constantly by your side anymore, they weren't worried about where you were or what you were doing 24/7, anymore. In your new-found freedom, Tony had introduced you to Peter. The two of you hit it off instantly, both of you just clicked with each other. It wasn't long before an innocent friendship turned a little more serious. Unbeknownst to your brothers and the rest of the team. 

  In Asgard Loki, and Thor were very scary when it came to boys and the idea of courting. They were always the first to argue when the idea of a courting ball or introducing you to a possible future husband was thrown out. You were their little sister, their brotherly protectiveness always kicking in. They had adored since you were born, promising their Mother that they would always protect you. As one may have noticed, they had kept their promise and possibly taken it a bit too seriously. 

 When you and Peter began dating, the two of you decided to tell no one, except for May, Natasha, and Wanda. Those three women were the only ones the both of you trusted with your secret. You loved your brothers dearly, but you knew as soon as they found out about you and Peter, their old ways would come back. Quite possibly those old habits may become even worse if they knew about your current relationship. 

  So far you had been able to keep the relationship a complete secret from all the guys on the team for about 5 months. For a team that had spies, super-soldiers, an overly intelligent scientist, a billionaire genius, and two Norse Gods, you would have thought someone else would have caught on by now. Yes, you and Peter were careful of how you interacted with each other around everyone else, but there were still some obvious signs. You may have not been sucking each other's faces in front of the men of the team, but there were lingering glances, longing touches, and the time you two spent together, would most likely out the relationship if anyone else saw how you acted with Peter. The only person who was a little suspicious of you and Peter was Loki, but you brushed it off as him just being protective. 

~ ~ 

  You trudged out of the elevator, sleep still hanging on your body. You wore a baggy hoodie and pair of boxers that you told everyone you had bought, but in actuality, you had stolen them from Peter. Fuzzy socks covered your feet, keeping them warm against the marble floor. As you made your way to the kitchen, you were greeted by the sweet smile of your boyfriend, Peter. He a bowl of cereal laid in front of him, as he stood at the counter. 

 "Morning Peter." You yawned, passing him. Opening one of the cupboards to grab yourself a cup, you took a quick glance around the floor. 

 "Babe, we're alone," Peter chuckled as he turned around to face you. Setting the cup down, now reassured that the two of you were alone, you wrapped your arms around his neck and put your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss, as he placed both his hands on each of your hips. 

 "I missed you last night, where were you?" You pouted, pulling away from the kiss, but leaving your arms draped around the back of his neck. You had noticed his normal sleep attire of sweatpants and an old, ratted hoodie. You knew he slept at the tower last night and usually, when he does, he sneaks up to your room and spends the night with you. 

  "I tried, but Loki was like patrolling the halls. Every time I tried to get out, there he was. I'm pretty sure he thinks I have a UTI, because of how many times I told him I was just going to the bathroom." Peter breathed out, making you laugh a little. Though a little worry set in the back of your mind, what was Loki up to? What did he know?

 "Make it up to me tonight?" You gave him a devilish smile, as you slid one hand down his body, stopping on his clothed package. You slowly palmed him through his sweatpants, watching as he eyed you dangerously. 

  "Of course," He smirked back at you, setting his hands on your ass. As you continued to palm his now hardening member, as he groped your ass aggressively. Both of you had a small case of sexual frustration since it had been a week since Peter and you had gotten down to business. 

 The ding of the elevator separated the two of you in a mere second, you went to fill your cup with water, as Peter began to eat his cereal once again as he scrolled through his phone. Tony and Steve entered the room, Tony already showered and Steve sweaty from his morning workout. Both of them distracted by their conversation, not bothering to give you two a second glance as they passed, heading towards the living room area. After the two men had passed you, Tony slowly came back. He was still facing the direction he been walking in previously, but retraced his step stopping across from you and Peter. You stood next to Peter now, both of you raised your eyes to meet Tony's as he turned around to face the two of you. 

 "Why you wearing those?" Tony questioned pointing at your pants, your heart froze and Peter mindlessly looked down at your choice of pants. His body tensed next to yours as he realized you were wearing his boxers. 

  "Their mine." You blurted out.

  "I didn't ask that, but now I know they're actually his. I knew those looked familiar anyways, but thanks for the confirmation." Tony pointed from you to Peter and then back to the boxers you were in. 

  "You can't tell anyone, please Tony." 

  "How do you know those are mine?" Peter questioned. 

  "Uhm, secrets are hard and who do you think does your dirty laundry? Do you think your dirty clothes just magically disappear?" Tony asked sarcastically, "But I will keep my mouth shut, as long as no one gets pregnant."

 "No need to worry, Natasha was sweet enough to get me on the pill." You offered, relief washing over your body. You knew Tony wouldn't tell your brothers on purpose, but he was known for having a bit of a big mouth.

After the little encounter with Tony, both of you became even more secretive. You constantly apologized to Peter for wearing his boxers and panicking under pressure. However, Peter being Peter he assured you multiple times that it was okay. For the next couple of days the two you kept your distance a little bit, hoping that Tony would forget about the whole situation. Unfortunately, Tony made it his mission to secretly tease the two of you about the relationship in front of everyone. Though he made sure to make comments that people wouldn't catch on too. 

  "So, Y/N you seeing anyone lately? Y'know, like romantically? Ya got your eye on any particular boy? Cause I heard Peter's single, so he's always an option." Tony rambled, as he walked into the living room. You and Loki were reading, while Thor and Clint sat on the opposite couch watching whatever was on tv. You closed your eyes, annoyance taking over. 

  "I'm not really looking for a relationship right now." You mumbled, trying to keep the annoyance you were feeling a secret. As soon as Tony had mentioned you being in a relationship, both of your brothers were quick to tune into the conversation. Loki gave Thor a questioning look and then turned towards Tony, who now stood in the kitchen. 

  "Y/N has no interest in boys right now, she need not worry about it anyway," Loki spoke up, waiting for you to nod in agreement. Thor was quick to agree but added in his thoughts. 

  "Well, to be honest brother, I would rather our little sister be interested in the tiny spider-boy rather than a stranger. We know where the skinny boy lives." Thor chuckled, Loki shrugging as it was a valid point. You rolled your eyes, as you pushed yourself off the couch. 

  "Well I'm gonna leave and I'm asking you nicely, please stop talking about my love life. You are all grown men, find yourselves, someone, before you discuss someone for me." You stated as you walked into the elevator. A chorus of 'heys' followed as the doors began to shut, Clint laughing as he commented that he already had a wife. 

  "I've got Pepper!" Tony yelled in a matter of fact tone, leaning over the counter to look at you. 

 "Oh please, everyone is still trying to figure out whether or not she is just a very realistic, robotic, sex-doll," Loki added, the argument that came after was completely silenced as the elevator began to move. 

  You let out a relieved breathe, happy to finally be away from Tony and your brothers. That was only one of the many times that Tony had made comments like that and you knew, Loki was slowly catching on. Thor was still obviously oblivious, as always. 

 You avoided everyone the rest of the day, sticking to your room. You texted Peter around 5 that you wanted to see him and you both agreed on sneaking into the living room around 10 and watching a movie together. Neither of you were feeling very risky currently, so you both planned on watching a comedy movie later. As always, you took a shower just before you went down to meet Peter. You shaved, everywhere, you put on Peter's favorite lotion of yours and some grey comfy shorts that sat just a little higher than they should. You couldn't help yourself, as you decided to go commando and no bra, with an oversized sweatshirt. 

  Both of you met in the living room around 10, knowing if anyone came in it wouldn't look like anything more than just two friends watching a movie. You let Peter pick the movie, as you grabbed two blankets. You two would definitely be sharing one, but you grabbed the other to make it look like you guys had two separate ones. You settled next to Peter, your shoulder's touching. Peter gently held your hand, his thumb rubbing the top of yours under the blanket. 

  Not even 20 minutes into the movie, Peter had managed to slip his hand from yours and place it on the inside of your thigh. You responded knowingly, as you untucked your legs from under you, widening them just enough. Peter pulled the blanket up just a little bit more, to hide his growing hard-on and the placement of his hand. Every time Peter moved his hand further up your thigh, he would glance over at you every time to make sure you were okay with what he was doing. You would meet his eyes only for a second, to give him the 'go-ahead' and then turn your attention back to the tv. 

  You could feel yourself, becoming wetter each time he would move his hand. Butterflies formed in your stomach, as he got closer and closer to your center. You moved your hips just slightly, motioning for him to just touch you already. He gave you a cocky smirk, as he slipped his hand up your shorts, realizing you had no underwear on. 

  "You planned on this, huh?" He teased, as he slowly began to massage your clit. You gave him a mischievous smile, as you turned your head towards him. He watched as your smile, turned into a look of pleasure as he began to add a little pressure. 

  You couldn't help yourself and moved so you now straddled him. He readjusted himself and then guided you down onto the bulge that sat trapped in his black joggers. You immediately set your lips on his, not even bother to wait for permission you let your tongue slip into his mouth. As your tongue explored his mouth, you slowly began to grind yourself onto his boner. The slight friction exciting you and the small groan that left Peter's mouth fueled you to keep going. Peter gripped your hips hard, lifting you slightly off of his lap. You had a knee on both sides of his lap holding you up, as he kept his lips on yours. Your hands sat on either side of face cupping him, he only stopped the kiss for a second to wet two of his fingers. He instantly connected with your lips again as he led his hand back down to your core once again. 

 A small gasp escaped your lips, as you felt Peter slowly slip a finger inside of you. You thanked god for letting you remember to wear loose shorts and no underwear. He slowly pumped one finger in and out as you deepened the kiss.

 "Y/n, Peter? Mr. Stark would like me to remind you two that there are security cameras in the living room." Jarvis's voice scared the shit out of both you, as you pushed your self off of Peter and to the side. You quickly grabbed the blanket pulling it up to make sure everything was covered. You mentally slapped yourself as you had completely forgotten about the cameras, as you tried to catch your breath. 

  As you and Peter sat there slightly annoyed, trying to calm your breathing, the elevator doors opened. In came Thor, Loki, Sam, Steve, and Bucky. Peter and you made eye contact as you saw who exited the elevator, both of you now silently thanking Tony. He must have known you two were in the living room and as a precaution he sent Jarvis. Thank all the gods that he did. 

 "Well, hello sister and boy." Loki referred to you in a loving tone and Peter or 'boy' in a slightly disgusted one. You gave him a small smile, while Peter gave an awkward wave. The tension in the air seemed thick to you and Peter, as the questioning looks from Bucky, Steve, and Sam hit the two of you. Half of the team came and joined the two of you on the couches in the living room. Sam sitting next to Peter and Bucky next to you. Steve, Thor, and Loki took seats on the two other couches in the room. 

  "So what are we watching?" Thor asked, looking to you expectantly.  You let out an annoyed huff, as you pushed yourself off the couch and walked off. Accidentally leaving Peter who looked at your back begging for help, as he sat under one of the blankets his member still hard.  "What? Was it something I said?" 

  ~ ~

  Last night you had been interrupted by your brothers, while you and Peter were cuddling, rather intensely. You woke up today around 9 and texted Peter to meet you in the stairwell as soon as he got to the tower that morning. You had apologized multiple times for leaving him with a boner in front of everyone, but you had gotten overly frustrated. You were determined to make it up to him. 

 "So why here?" He questioned as he walked up to one of the many sets of stairs. 

 "No one takes the stairs and there should be no way we get interrupted this time." 

 "Interr-" Before he could question anything else, you grabbed his face and smashed your lips onto him. His hands found your hips right away, making sure to set them under your shirt so he could feel your bare skin. He slowly guided you backward until your back was against the wall, one his hands immediately finding it's way into your sweatpants. Lucky for him, underwear had never really been something you favored much. 

  Peter slipped his hand down to your core, running his middle finger up and down your folds. His finger was immediately soaked in your wetness, as you were already dripping for him. Without hesitation, he shoved his index finger deep inside of you. You gasped breaking the kiss, letting Peter attach his lips to your neck. Grabbing his shoulders to keep yourself steady, you moaned as he slipped a second finger inside of you. Sucking your neck, as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He then removed his mouth from your neck once he was satisfied with the marks he had left, watching intensely as your face was covered in pure pleasure. 

  "These are just my fingers, you want something better?" He asked, his eyes were dark with lust. He waited for you to answer as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them when he went as deep as he could. You felt your legs begin to shake, but you wanted him to fuck you before you came. You nodded eagerly, as you gripped the sides of your pants slipping them off. Peter wasted no time, simply pulling his joggers and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing member. You stared at it hungrily, but before you could drop to your knees, he had spun you around. He shoved your face towards the wall and pulled your hips our towards him, kicking your feet apart as he lined himself up. Peter could be so gentle and sweet when it came to sex, or he could be rough and demanding. 

  "Peter please, I need you to fuck me." You whined as he slid his tip up against your folds. 

  Without uttering a word, he quickly shoved himself balls deep inside of you. You cried out in pleasure, all concern for being quiet forgotten. He moaned as he entered you, the way you hugged him and the warmth, he could have cum right then and there. But it had been a little while since he had been inside of you, so he planned on making this last. He held your hips tight as he began to thrust in and out, watching as you braced yourself against the cold wall of the stairwell. Your moans of pleasure filled his ears, only pushing him to fuck you harder and faster. 

  "Fuck," He grunted as he continued to fuck you as hard as possible, he made sure to pull out as far as he could and then plunged himself back inside of you, as deep as he could go. He hit all the right spots, as he pounded you from behind. Just as his thrusts began to become sloppy, he pulled out of you completely. You went to complain, but before you could he had spun you to face him and picking you up from under your ass, he set your back against the wall and slipped back inside of you. Both of you moaning at the sensation of filling you up once again. 

 "Oh Peter," You moaned your hands in his hair and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your eyes closed in pure pleasure. He watched proudly as your breasts bounced within your shirt with each thrust, a smirk covering his face as your moans filled his ears. He loved the way you looked when he fucked you. 

 "God, I love the way you say my name," He grunted, thrusting deep within you. He closed any space that had sat between the two of you, putting his head in the crook of your neck. Your breathing was hard and fast, as you felt his cock bring you closer and closer to your edge. "Cum on my dick." 

  The sound of his gentle voice, saying suck vulgar things helped you reach your high. Your screams helping Peter to reach his. His pumps became sloppy, but he continued to keep himself buried deep inside of you. You rode out your high on his final thrusts. 

  "I love you, I love you, I love you," Peter moaned breathlessly as he pumped every bit of his seed inside of you. His thrusts slowed, but he continued to ride out his high as he continued to pump into you as deep as he could go. For at least a minute, the two of you sat with Peter still inside of you trying to calm your breathing down. With one final kiss, Peter gently slid out of you and set you down. Laughing quietly as you gripped onto him, your legs feeling like jelly. 

  "I'm definitely going to be feeling this later today," You breathed out, as you let go of your boyfriend. He smiled at you, as he pulled his pants up to cover himself. Helping you to balance as you put your sweats back on. You were both were sweaty and looking disheveled, but decided you could just tell people you had been training or running around. 

  You both slowly made you way up the stairs to the kitchen, the hunger setting in your stomachs. Walking out of the stairwell, you were greeted by the whole team who sat around the living room or in the kitchen. Natasha and Wanda, hiding small laughs as they knew exactly what had just taken place. Tony giving you two a narrowed glance, his eyes following the both of you. The rest of the team simply threw small hi's or good mornings your way, thinking nothing of you two exiting the stairwell on your phones. 

  You sat on the stool across from Loki and Thor, as they both sat talking while eating their breakfast. Peter stood near you as you both continued to go through your phone. Your breathing had finally calmed, once you greeted your brothers. Almost instantly, you caught Loki's eye. He was staring at you hard, but it wasn't your eyes he was looking at. 

 "What's on your neck." He hissed, your heart froze as you had forgotten about the hickeys Peter had left. Immediately, Thor was attentive and staring at your neck as well. As if planned, both of your brothers flicked their eyes towards Peter, who stood frozen in fear. 

 "Run," I whispered quickly. 

 "I'm running now," Peter stated awkwardly as he darted for the stairs, Loki and Thor hot on his tail. 

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Ghosts

Prompt: You were the wife of Thorin Oakenshield, you died during the Battle of Moria. Though when Thorin needed you most, you figure out a way to be there. 

Warnings: mentions of death, attempted domestic abuse

Translations:  yâsûn - husband amrâlimê - my love Ukrad - greatest heart Mizim - jewel Kurdu - heart, Melhekhul - my king Men lananubukhs me - I love you 

     "I will have war," Thorin growled from atop the front wall of Erebor. He stared down coldly at the three leaders who spoke to him, a disgusted look covering his face. He stared at them as if they were nothing, but ants that he planned to step on.

 The entire Company had flinched at his words, all of them knowing Thorin was not in his right mind, but all of them too loyal to oppose his wishes. They all sat silently keeping their thoughts and emotions to themselves, Balin simply shaking his head is disappointment and Bilbo staring at the back of Thorin's head in shock. The small hobbit finally realizing that there was no living creature, that could show him his wrongs. Thorin refused to listen to anyone, but the voice in his head.

 Everyone could see their King's mind slowly slipping, the dragon sickness taking more and more from him each day. The greed and darkness overcame him quickly, sparing him no time to realize how cruel his actions were.

 Even after Thorin had tried to throw Bilbo over the wall, Bilbo prayed for his lost friend. That very night he prayed to Mahal for help, to send Thorin a sign. He prayed that Mahal takes mercy on the astray king. The rest of the Company secretly prayed for the same thing, hoping that Mahal would help Thorin fix the wrong of his ways.

~ ~

 Thorin stood in the throne room. He stood tall, admiring the mounds of gold that covered the floors. He wore his Grandfather's crown and fur coat. His stance was filled with pride and lust for more, impossible plans of how he would defeat the armies that stood just outside the walls brewing within his clouded mind. He was slowly descending further and further into madness.

 "My, my look at you." Thorin froze as your voice rang through the silence of the throne room. His eyes darted around the room looking for you. He contemplated whether he had truly heard your voice or if his mind was simply playing tricks on him. "Over here, darling."

 Slowly, Thorin turned his head his body following. He turned until he faced the opposite direction of the main doorway of the room. His ice blue orbs carefully falling onto your body. Thorin stared at you in awe and shock, there you stood, clothed in the armor you had worn into the Battle of Moria. The clothing that you had died in. Your hair was carefully braided into that of a warrior, your marriage braid still hanging out proudly. The only wound that your body held, was a small bloodied scratch that lay just under your right eye. You looked nothing near how you had the last time his eyes had seen you.

 "Y/N, you live? But h-how?" He choked out his words, not knowing what to say. His mind struggling to believe that you were there, you looked so real, but he had held you in his arms when your life had slipped from your body. He had watched your life die from your delicate, e/c, eyes. The look of death on your face had been engraved into his mind, the image never leaving.

 "I live on in your heart, amrâlimê (my love). I wish to be in your mind, but that seems to be a little more occupied at the moment." You teased, watching as his face still contorted into confusion.

 "You lie. My wife has long since been dead, she died in my arms. You should leave before I strike you down where you stand." He hissed, his emotions immediately changing. You had believed Thorin to have a little bit of a temper, but this sudden mood change was not your husband's.

 "I would love to see you try." You challenged, "I have indeed passed on. However, I have found it rather difficult to find peace." You paced slowly, circling Thorin carefully getting closer and closer to him. You spoked with confidence and authority, yet you held a gentle tone. Your voice soothed Thorin each time you spoke, but he still fought with himself on what to do.

 "It is not possible. My wife is gone." He continued to argue.

 "Thorin. I may not be with you physically, but I have never left your side. I have watched you, throughout this journey. I have watched over the company, begging Mahal not to bring any of you back to him. I have seen the change in you, just like the rest of the Company. And may I add, if you dare touch that poor hobbit as you did earlier, dead or alive, I will kill you myself."  Your voice became more powerful, you lost much of the softness that you held previously. You watched as the anger returned to his eyes, his stance that had softened only slightly, had tensed once again. You now stood only feet away from him, his face hardening, fire burning in his eyes.

 "My wife would never threaten my life over such a pathetic creature. You are simply a trick of my mind, or are you whore that my enemies have sent to seduce me into peace?" He mocked, thinking himself smart as he believed he had solved the mystery. Anger rose within your body.

 "I believe you are calling the wrong person, pathetic." You looked Thorin up and down, suggesting the opposite. He immediately started towards you, anger burning in his face. His body was tense as he marched forwards. You could feel the arrogant anger seeping through his pores. You refused to move, standing your ground. You would now see how much of your husband was truly left inside of the body that charged you.

 He reached you quickly, his ego was hurt and he planned to make you feel the pain as well. He wound up his hand, bringing it to the opposite shoulder. Immediately he swung the back of his hand at your face, his eyes narrowed at yours. To his surprised, you caught his wrist, as if it were nothing, but a ball of yarn. You watched him, your heartbreaking if it were even possible.

 "You are not the king you claim to be. You were once my Ukrad (greatest heart), but who stands before me now I do not recognize this dwarf. He seems to be no better than the Pale Orc himself." You spit. Regret washed over him, as he felt the softness of your touch, the feeling of your severely familiar skin. His heart sank as the realization of his actions hit him, as he realized what he had turned into. His armed fell limp to your hold, as tears rose in his eyes.

 How was it possible? You stood, holding his arm. No matter the circumstance, the feeling of your hold made him yearn for you. The nights that he had cried for you, the nights that he wished so desperately to hold you again, the dreams he would have of a future that was no longer possible, all came flooding back to him. Just as his arm had fallen limp to your touch, his knees began to shake. Only a moment later, he fell to his knees, your fist still grasped tightly around his wrist. You watched him, disgust still evident in your eyes.

 "You have come back to me..." He whispered, his glossy eyes staring into yours. Your expression softened as you slowly broke through to him. "My mizim (heart), my kurdu (jewel), how have you come back to me."

"As I said, I have never left you, my love. But I can not stay as I have come to you now, we have only but a small while together. You must promise me before Mahal calls me back, you must promise you will end all of this." You begged, you now sat on your knees across from him, both of your hands resting on each of his cheeks. Both of his hands gripped your wrists, hoping that if he never let go, you would stay with him forever. You felt the hot tears hitting your small hands, as they slipped from his eyes. "You must fight the sickness that this gold has cursed you with, you must become the king that I know you are."

 "I promise you, my loving wife, I will fix what I have done. I will fight no one, but my true enemies. I know they do not lay just beyond these walls.  I promise you this, but please you must stay. I am no king without my queen." He cried softly as he gripped at your arms, he had lost you once, he did not want to do it again.

 "Thorin, I wish more than anything that I had more time to spend with you, but my time has already come. I must go back to Mahal, but you will win any fight you must. You take care of the Company for me. You must tell Fíli and Kíli that their auntie misses them dearly, tell Dwalin he must find a wife soon, and everyone that I miss and love them. You tell that little hobbit, Bilbo, that I am thankful for him, he has done so much for my love." You began to cry, as you felt your time running out. You knew Mahal had only given you a little while to see Thorin, only a little bit to save him from his mistakes.

 "I am no one without you, please if you must go take me with you." He breathed out frantically, as you began to stand. You could hear the strong voice of Mahal calling to you, you had only minutes before you would disappear from him again.

 "You are Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain, the love of my life and death. When Mahal decides it is your time, then we will be reunited in death. I have lived, I have fulfilled my purpose in the land of the living. There are still tasks you must complete, your time will come and I will be waiting there for you." You both stood now, tears still spilling down your face. "I will see you soon Melhekhul (my king)...Men lananubukhs me (I love you)."

You whispered your last words, quickly crashing your lips onto his. Thorin kissed back, wrapping both of his arms around your body. He kissed you with pure passion and longing. His heart soaring as he felt the soft, smoothness of your plump lips once again. They were so warm and welcoming, he longed for the moment to never end. All of the happy memories he had with you flowing through his head, engulfing his mind, letting him relive some of the most cherished moments of his life.

Just as he had felt your lips, kissing him so deeply, you were gone. Your body that only seconds before he had held in his arms, was now replaced by nothing, but air. His eyes slowly opened as his face fell into agony, as he fell to his knees. Tears poured from his eyes, like a rushing river about to flood over its banks. He sunk to his knees, grabbing the crown that he wore, from his head, and hurled it away from him. He then ripped the fur cloak that sat on his back and tossed it away from him.

"Let me see her soon Mahal." He begged, his head falling limp as he leaned forwards. He braced both his hands on the gold that sat below him, sobbing as the pain of losing you washed through him. He felt as though he was nothing without you.

 Dwalin, Balin, Fíli, and Kíli, watched Thorin from the doorway of the throne room. They had heard him calling your name, they saw him talking to himself, he had acted as though he was holding onto you. Thorin's two nephews's feared for their Uncle's sanity, but Dwalin and Balin knew this was a step towards the better.

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Steve: *walks into kitchen to find Bucky sitting at the counter, with two tampons shoved up his nose*

Steve: Hey Buck, whatcha doin? *carefully eyes his friend*

Bucky: Y/n was sweet enough to lend me some of these blood stoppers.

Steve: Buck those are...they aren't exactly...leave the blood stoppers in.

Clint: *walks into kitchen* Why he got two tampons shoved up his nose?

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Tony & Fury: *watches as you come running around the corner with something in your hand*

Tony: Y/n what do you have?

You: A grenade! *you raise it above your head triumphantly*

Tony: NO *sprints after you*

Steve: She took it from Bucky. *comes running from where you came from*

Fury: *sighs as he watches the chase*

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Marvel Quotes

You: *comes running into the room*

Natasha: What's wrong?

You: I did a bad thing

You:*holding out your hands to show her a chunk of long blonde hair and scissors*

Natasha: You didn't.

Thor: DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO GROW THAT?! *shouts entering the room*

You: I said I'm sorry *you scream as you run away crying*

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Stay And Fight

Prompt: You fight Thanos until your very last breath. 

Warnings: death, violence

  "Y/N get out of there!" Tony yelled over the team's earpieces.

You ignored his orders, as you stood in front of Thanos, bleeding, and bruised. You seemed so small next to the purple titan, but you stood strong. You had watched as he had thrown Tony, Steve, and Thor as if they were nothing, but rag dolls. You did the unthinkable and took him on by yourself, you knew you wouldn't be able to beat him one on one, but you would buy everyone at least a little time. 

 "Kneel little one and you will be spared," Thanos growled, staring down at you. He gave you a look of mocking pity, only fueling the fight that stood within your heart. Your chest heaved up and down, your body begging you to just give up. But you knew you couldn't give in. 

 "Go fuck yourself." You snarled, through your clenched jaw. You did your best not to think about how much pain you were in, how much your body just wanted to give up, how it begged you to stop. You ignored everything your body was telling you, sprinting at the enemy fast and hard. Thanos stood still, preparing himself for your attack. As he expected you to go for his chest and head, grabbing at you. You immediately dropped sliding between his legs, shoving a dagger into the side of his knee as you slid past. You yelled in anger, as you were quick to pop up from the dirt and throw your foot into the back of his now injured knee. You watched as his knee gave way, as he now sat on one knee.  "The fight in you is strong, but your power is weak." He grunted over his shoulder, staring straight ahead. You watched as he pulled the dagger from his knee, rising to his original height. Fear shot through your body, but you still challenged him.  "Y/N stop," Steve yelled, as he came up behind Thanos. He jumped on the titans back, wrapping his arm around Thanos' throat. Steve was trying to give you an out, but instead, you charged your enemy again. While Steve held hold of his head, you launched your self at his right hand, bending it in ways it shouldn't. You overestimated your strength, as his large fist closed tightly around your small wrist. With his other hand, he grabbed Steve by the hair, once again throwing the super-soldier. Once he had ripped Steve from his back, he used his free hand to grab your hair. He dragged you towards his sword that sat, stuck in the ground only a yard away from the two of you. You yelled and fought, you did your best to find a weak spot on his hand. He continued to drag you over the rocks and dirt, ignoring your protests.  "You should have kneeled." He said emotionlessly, as he tore his sword from the ground. He picked your feet off the ground, still holding you by your hair. You screamed in fear and anger, you weren't ready to die and you were pissed you had let him catch you so easily. "What a waste you are. I could have given you everything, but now I must soak this ground in your blood."  You accepted your fate, time slowing all around you. Your eyes slowly surveyed your surroundings one last time, in the distance, you could see everyone fighting to get to you. All of them calling your name or yelling things trying to pull his attention away from you. You took a look at all of their faces, one last time.  "If we're going to win this fight, some of us might have to lose it." You whispered into your com, quoting Clint, the man who had taken you under his wing when you had first joined the Avengers.  Your last breath was heard by everyone over the coms, you let out a small gasp as Thanos stabbed his sword through your right shoulder blade, going completely through your chest. Everyone paused for just a second, as the life slipped from your eyes. Their heartbreak was evident in their fighting. They didn't know if they would win, but they knew damn well you would at least be avenged.