#avegers

[avengerscompound]

Sam Wilson

All-New Captain America (2014) #1

[renova-writes]

you don’t love him

bucky barnes x reader

word count: 702

warnings: cheating, language, implied sexual activity

a/n: I wanted to write something based on The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift because I’ve been listening to that song a lot but it ended up not really being like that. idk. I’m just trying to get back into writing but I’ve been too preocupied with having my work be good so I’m trying to write for fun right now before working on my (way more dark/serious) novel ideas. long intro. sorry. enjoy :)

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It was a busy day. You were working at a coffee bar downtown. The cold weather and finals for the college students always resulted in nonstop traffic. You were five hours into your eight hour shift and hadn’t gotten a chance to sit down. 

“Bucky?!” you gawked, spilling the coffee you were carrying. You had dated him on and off for a couple years. Then last year, he broke things off officially. You had moved on, found a different guy who you were happy with. 

“Hi, Doll.” He smiled from the counter. He glanced down at your blue employee shirt. It was wet and stained from the coffee. “Something wrong?” 

“No. I’m fine.” You said, walking up to the register. “What do you want, Bucky?” 

“Hey, what’s with the attitude, doll? I just want a large black coffee.” The little prick knew what he was doing. 

“It’ll be $4.95. Name?” 

“From the way you used to scream it, you know my name.” He smirked, handing you a 5. “Keep the change.” 

You blushed, but were secretly thinking that you were going to spit in his coffee. “I have a boyfriend, Bucky.” 

“Sure you do.” He smiled and turned away. 

You didn’t end up spitting in his coffee. That was too mean. Instead you made the three people behind him’s drinks even though he had the simplest order. After twenty minutes, you figured he’d get suspicious so you finally called his name. 

“This is for you, doll,” Bucky winked, handing you a few bills. You looked at them. There was a crisp twenty and an old soft one. On the one, he had written the spot, 7. You stared at those words. 

The spot was technically an alleyway where you two used to meet in Clinton Hill. It was about halfway between your place in Manhattan and Bucky’s place in Brooklyn. You’d meet there whenever you were going out with him. What the spot really was, though, was the cafe down the block that you went to whenever Bucky was more than twenty minutes late. And he was usually late. 

You got off at six that night. You sent a quick text to your boyfriend, telling him that you might be back late, and got on the train to Brooklyn. 

That night you took your time to get there. There was no way Bucky would be there at 7 you thought. He had never been on time once. But lo and behold, standing there at 6:57, three minutes early, was Bucky. He was wearing a leather jacket and held a bouquet of flowers. 

“Hi there, Doll.” He smiled, holding out the bouquet. “I got these for you.” 

“Bucky, I told you, I have a boyfriend. I love him.”

“And yet you came all the way out here to meet me. Doll, I don’t think you really love him.”

“I am. He’s so sweet and respectful. He holds the door open for me, he always keeps his promises, my parents like him- Bucky, you were never any of those things.” 

“I can be. I promise.” 

“You said that last time. And the time before that. And the time before that. Why should this time be any different? And besides, I’m happy.”

“Are you?” He stared into your eyes before pulling you into a kiss. A roller coaster of emotion came rushing to you. You remembered being with Bucky. How you guys would fight and break up, only for one of you to come rushing back to the other’s apartment a few days later. This kiss was just like all the others. It was intoxicating and exhilarating and you wanted more. 

When you woke up in Bucky’s bed the next morning, you weren’t surprised or angry with yourself. Not even the dozens of missed texts and calls from your boyfriend gave you any feeling of regret. Instead, you thought about how the universe kept pulling you back to him, and how you would be a fool to ignore it. You had missed Bucky and the way you loved him. 

“See, Doll. You don’t love him. You belong with me.” 

“I love you, Bucky.” 

“I fucking missed that.” He groaned. “I love you too.”

[dame-nervy]

"You didn't think of me once?" (Bruce Banner x Reader)

After Bruce Hulked out and disappeared, you thought you'd never see him again. Then there was an alien attack on New York and you saw a familiar green figure all over the news, yet it was still months after that before you saw Bruce with your own eyes.

[angst] [no grammar check or second read through at all]

A/N; GUESS who's had absolutely no desire to write for the past several months and still has no desire to write but realises that she should write something so that she hopefully wont loose the small following she has and chose to randomly pick a concept idea she once had and now has no recollection of why she picked it? It's me. I'm her. Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy.

"I guess it was inevitable, but I still don't like it." Seeing Bruce again had brought up many emotions, but the one that won the charge on how you were going to act was bitter spite. "Hello Y/n. How have you been?" Bruce's uncomfortable formality made you grind your teeth together as you turned away from him. "Don't play pleasantries Banner. You've been in New York for months now and I don't even get a phone call? Though truthfully I shouldn't be surprised, now should I? I'm no Betty Ross."

Bruce frowned at you as you gave a slight glance over your shoulder as you said the last part. "that's not fair-" You cut him off with a light tone as you turned fully to him "isn't it? We were best friends Bruce. More than that at one point. But then again, 'I wasn't really all that smart' now was I?" you quoted something you had once heard Betty say about you as Bruce and a group of his science friends sat around, him right next to her. Bruce looked away, unable to deny it as he remembered the laugh Betty did after she said it, like she was joking, which hadn't been helped when everyone else had joined in as well. "How's your mother?" Bruce asked, trying to move the situation along. "She died. During New York." You informed him as you swallowed hard, still finding it hard to talk about. "I'm sorry." Bruce genuinely told you, though your next words stunned him. "Don't be, she hated you in the end." He stopped, shocked about what he'd heard before realising what caused it. "Because of the other guy." He said with certainty. "Because you vanished." You corrected him, creating a silence between yourselves as you both just looked at each other.

"I would have come with you." You practically whispered. "I couldn't ask you to leave your life." Bruce told you as he shook his head in disbelief that you'd even suggest such a thing. "You also couldn't say goodbye." Bitterness working it's way back into your speech. "I was running Y/n. I didn't even get a chance to pack my toothbrush." Bruce spat back, finally getting sick of your attitude. You were taken aback by this, now being your turn to stand silent. Without your response, Bruce assumed that your reunion over, starting to make his way towards the door. "I spent so much time wonder and worrying about you." Your statement stopped Bruce, causing him to turn back to you, an anxious look on your face before you asked, "You didn’t think of me once?" The silence deafened you as his head angled down, eyes drawn to the floor as he spoke.

"It’s better this way."

And again, he was gone from your life. Leaving you alone as your tears fell down your face. The only difference between this time and last time was that this time you knew for sure he wasn't going to call.

[klaudia96art]

She hulk 💪🏻💪🏻💚

[armsofstranger]

peter: yes I make bad decisions that put me in a lot of danger

Tony: but?

peter: no that’s it

Rhodey: he reminds me of someone

[supercrazybooknerd]

So I was rewatching Onward earlier with the fam and I couldn't stop hearing Peter Parker instead of Ian. So, remember that scene where Ian was talking with that recording his dad made before he died?

Well, imagine that... except Tony Stark has the dad's role and Peter Parker has Ian's role. Tony making a recording of a conversation before he died. Peter playing it to try and make himself feel a little better, maybe he ends up crying, maybe he doesn't. Just imagine.

[seamless-hart]

Zendaya telling Tom Holland to do a pirouette while wearing the Spider-Man costume

[1-800-badbxtch]

【Ｓｌｅｅｐ】

Prompt: Steve can’t sleep. The bed feels so empty without his girl.

Warnings: FLUFF, maybe a few swear words, 

Ship: Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N Sorry it’s kinda short, this is my first post.

Steve was rolling and turning in bed, the dark circles under his eyes ever prominent. He couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t for the last 5 days. Their bed just felt way too empty without his girl, y/n. 

She had been away for a ‘girl’s day’ with Natasha and Wanda.

He had been counting the hours until she would come home, she had been away for exactly 5 days 14 hours 23 minutes, and 30 seconds and counting.

Only 1 day and a few hours until she would be in his arms again, then he could finally get some sleep.

                             *1 day and a few hours later*

Steve was basically bouncing with excitement, his y/n would be coming home today. 

He hailed a cab, getting in before the driver could say anything.

“Where ya wanna go?” The pot-bellied driver asked, in a gruff voice. “The airport!” He said right away. The driver nodded.

He ran straight out, as soon as the cab stopped. He exhausted eyes found yours right away. You, unlike him, looked refreshed. Your silky h/c hair was in soft curls and your e/c eyes twinkled in delight at spotting him.

“Hey, there handsome.” You giggled. “You look beautiful, as always, doll.” He said in a tired voice. You frowned, “Aren’t you excited to see me?” 

“Of course, I’m just really worn out. I haven’t been able to sleep without you snuggled next to me.” He explained.

“Well...then why don’t we go home and let you get some rest? The flight has got me weary too.” y/n suggested. He nodded eagerly. 

When they had gotten home, Steve was out like a light, with you nestled tightly into his side.