Chapter one of my latest project (for this year's @febuwhump challenge) is now posted! I'll attempt to post a new chapter every day this February, fulfilling each prompt.
I don’t think I’ll cross-post it to tumblr because it’s easier to do it on A03. (Sorry)
I’ll try to keep up, but lately I haven’t been feeling very well. Hopefully I’ll start feeling better soon, so I can have more energy to complete the series.
Hope you all enjoy!
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Summary: It was almost too easy for Brock to convince the Avengers that Bucky and him were dating. No one blinked an eye at the fact that he was now living in the Avengers Tower with his "boyfriend".
Warnings: language, abuse, manipulation, referenced sexual assault, domestic abuse, guilt, bucky's past
Word Count: 2,973
A/N: Today's prompts from @amonthofwhump were sedatives, manipulation, yandere whumper and ugly sweater party.
Brock Rumlow wouldn’t say he was obsessed. Not at all.
He was just devoted, that’s it.
Ever since he joined the ranks of Hydra, he had heard about their special weapon. A man that could kill before you even got the chance to blink your eyes. It wasn’t until years passed that he earned the organisation’s trust.
When he first saw the weapon, he was entranced. It was beautiful. Long brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes and an impressive metal arm.
A/N: Today's prompts from @amonthofwhump were disowned, drowning, and Christmas market. This one is my favourite that I've written for this challenge, I hope you enjoy it too!
It’s that time of the year again. The air nips just enough to hurt, and the ground is covered in slush and snow. Bucky walks down the street with his head down. He doesn't need to see where he’s going. He memorised the route from his house to Steve’s little apartment a long time ago. His jacket has holes in it and his backpack is tearing at the seams, but it’s not like he could get new ones. Not anymore.
Shoving his hands deeper into his pocket, Bucky trudges on.
When he arrives at Steve’s place, his cheeks are rosy, and his toes are numb. Taking a breath, he pauses at his best friend’s door. Anxiety thrums steadily in his chest. What if Steve turns him away? Bucky is sick. A kind of sickness that medicine can’t heal.
His dad could’ve sent him to the loony bin, but he didn’t want the Barnes family name to get drug through the mud. Bucky supposes he should be grateful. Maybe time is all he needs to heal his mind. He is no fairy. He’s not a faggot. He’s not sick. Steve is just a friend and nothing more.
A/N: Today's prompts from @amonthofwhump were claustrophobia, panic attack, and secret Santa exchange. Day one is extremely mild, but I promise it only gets worse. Enjoy!
“Every Avenger is required to come to the Christmas party. I even made it before Christmas so that Clint and Scott could make it.”
She frowns at Tony as he fiddles with Natasha’s widow bites. “I told you. I don’t celebrate Christmas. It’s a waste of time.”
“Okay, Mr. Grinch,” Tony smirks to himself.
“I don’t even know what to gift this person. Can I just ask them what they want?”
Tony finally looks up, his mouth agape. “That defeats the whole purpose! Secret Santa—as in no one knows who their gift giver is. You do know what secret means, right?”
“Of course, I do! I just don’t see the point. How am I supposed to thank the person that gave me the gift? How am I supposed to pay them back?”
hii!! love your writing its intoxicating!!! idk if you’ve seen the movie Easy A (if not DO IT!!! its on Netflix) but if you have i was thinking a fem (or gn if youre more comfortable with it) reader x bucky fic thats along that line where reader is like Olive and bucky is like Todd? maybe lots of angst/fluff/smut or whatever this prompt takes you. honestly anything as long as it has bucky comforting reader through whatever you choose? again if you havent seen then feel free to ignore this and thankya!!!
Summary: after a truly awful date, you are comforted by Bucky. (High School AU)
Warnings: language, mentions of sex, non-con kissing (not Bucky), Brock Rumlow being a prick, fluff
Word Count: 3,470
A/N: Sorry it took so long. It took a while to find inspiration, but here it is! I hope this lives up to your expectations 💕💕
How could life get so messed up?
You find yourself asking this question a lot lately. It was a simple rumour. Something that you could should have stopped—no, prevented.
In fact, you could have prevented all of this. So in hindsight, this is all your fault.
That doesn’t mean, however, that you deserved this… right? Sure, some people probably definitely thought you did. What, being the campus whore? The virgin slut.
It was a simple white lie. But it grew into something so much bigger. Something you could never outlive. Rumours spread fast. Especially on a campus. Almost like the wildfires along the west coast.
Despite never having sex in your life or even having your first kiss, you were the sluttiest, dirtiest, whore out there.
Whilst all that isn’t true, you sure felt dirty. It seemed as though everyone believed the rumours. Sure, you had done nothing to dispute them. If anything, you only encouraged them. That was just you being stupid, you realise that now. Despite all of that, you wished that someone could look through the stupid lies. Because everyone had to be idiots to believe them.
Thinking back on it, this all could have been avoided. If you didn’t tell your former best friend that lie, none of this would have ever happened. It was the snowball effect, and it had grown out of proportion.
It only truly hit you in the face when Brock Rumlow tried to make a move on you.
You didn’t put it past him to believe that you were really a whore. He was quite daft. Regardless, when he asked you out, you had foolishly believed that he liked you for you; not for your fake self. He took you out to eat at the fairly nice seafood place in town and everything. You should have known that it wouldn’t end well.
It started off fine. You both made small talk and ordered drinks and food. Then you saw Bucky. He was the guy you had liked for a long time, not that anyone besides your old best friend knew that.
He was singing a cheesy happy birthday song with his colleagues. You giggled at the sight, not expecting such a serious guy to do something like that.
It all went downhill from there.
You panicked when you saw your former friend, Sharon Carter, sitting at a table across the room. You knew that Sharon has had her eyes on Brock Rumlow for a while—since first grade to be exact. It evaded your mind until you saw her. You knew then and there the mistake you had made.
Even if she was no longer your friend, you felt horrible. Sure, she hadn’t been too friendly to you after all the rumours and lies spiralled out of control, but you were better than this. Surely there was some sort of girl code about this kind of thing, right?
“Shit… shit, shit!” you mumbled.
“What’s wrong?” Brock asked, confused at your sudden change in demeanour.
“Sharon is over there!”
“So?”
You huffed. “She’s been in love with you since the first grade.”
“And?”
“She’s my best friend.”
“I thought you two weren’t speaking anymore.”
“We’re not, but that doesn’t mean that she’s not my best friend or that I should be out with you.”
Brock frowns. “Her and I don’t have anything in common.”
“And you and I do?” This was such a bad idea. That was the mantra playing on repeat in your mind. This was a horrible, terrible idea.
“Yeah.” His voice wavered, cracking a bit. You could see his brain scrambling to come up with anything.
“Like what?”
“Like… I hate Kae too.”
You rolled your eyes. Kaecilius. The man that hated you from day one—ever since one of his Zelots—what they called themselves—overheard you talking to Sharon in the bathroom. A religious self-centred prick that thought his ways were better than everyone else’s. Nobody’s liked him.
You scoffed, “If that’s our connection, I should just date the entire school.”
“Haven’t you?”
That right there. It should have been a warning to you. But you just shook your head, brushing it to the back of your mind to focus on something more important: getting out of there undetected.
Before even eating your food, you managed to convince Brock to leave. It wasn’t soon enough because Sharon saw you. Alone with Brock. On a date.
The betrayal on her face hit you like a punch to the stomach. What even was your life anymore?
You both rushed out of the restaurant. Tears were threatening to escape from your eyes, but you willed them away.
“I’m sorry about that,” you apologised, walking to the car. You opened the door to get in, but Brock shut it before it even got halfway open.
“Uh, I’ve got something for you.”
You tilted your head, hoping it was something romantic.
He flicked up an orange gift card. “Two hundred dollars to The Home Depot,” he said with a big smile on his face.
Your face crumpled in confusion before the realisation set in.
This wasn’t a date. No. Of course, it wasn’t. Not really. It was a way to get you to–
“Bam,” he said, all smug. As if he has done something.
“I didn’t realise this was a–“ Now the tears really were starting to form. You didn’t listen as he explained himself. You didn’t care enough to hear what he had to say. You didn’t care because once you finally thought someone had shown an interest in you, it blew up in your face. Hell, maybe you’ve deserved it. Going along with all these rumours. It was bound to bite you in the ass one way or another.
You took a breath, resolving yourself to all the age old question. “So what did we do on this date?”
“Whatever two hundred bucks gets me.”
And with that he leaned in, grabbing your chin to push his lips against yours.
Warning signs flared in your mind. Just what the hell did he think he was doing? You pushed him away. “That’s not really how it works,” you tried to explain.
He wasn’t hearing it. “It’s okay,” he muttered before closing the gap again. You hit his chest, trying to get him off of you.
“Stop!” you cried out, so fucking done with today. “I’m not really having sex with people for money. I’m saying I’m having sex, but I’m not having sex for money.”
You didn’t know what about your explanation was lost on him. How he could listen to that and still continue, maybe he just wasn’t listening in the first place.
He leaned in again, trying to reassure you. And yet again you pushed him away. “Stop! No, no! Stop!”
“What? Come on just relax, babe. It’s alright.”
It was as if he didn’t hear you the first million times you said it. It was as if you didn’t repeatedly push him away. Or maybe he was just dumb enough to continue pursuing you when you clearly didn’t want it.
Whatever the case was, you didn’t care.
So, yet again, you pushed him away. His back hit the car, and you walked away.
“Come on, this is bullshit! I paid you.”
You turned on your heel and flicked the card back at him. “Well now you didn’t.”
He yelled after you, upset that he didn’t get what he wanted. Tears began trickling down your face.
You heard your name being called out, a familiar, friendly voice. You turned around to see Bucky, white button down and all, walking towards you.
“Bucky… hi,” you couldn’t hide the way your voice wobbled even if you wanted to. You saw his fists clenched as he watched Brock’s car skirt away.
“Hey, you alright?”
“What? Oh, yeah, yeah, I’m… I’m fine.”
He frowned, not believing you for a second. The moment you walked in with Rumlow, he was angry. Be it jealousy or knowing you deserved so much better than that prick–probably both—he hated watching you two together. It was wrong.
“You sure?” Bucky frowned. He hated seeing you cry. Especially over some jerk that didn’t deserve you in the first place.
You sniffed, rubbing your nose. This day has been so awful. You just wanted to go to your warm bed, curl up and cry. If god took any liking to you, you wouldn’t wake to see the next day. But why would he after all you had allegedly done?
“I uh, just got off my shift. If you uh needed a ride home,” Bucky offered.
Despite the fact that you had just been harassed by a guy you foolishly thought you could trust, you put your trust in this one. You just hoped Bucky was better. You had no reason to be weary of his offer. He had been nothing but nice to you even when the rumours and lies began their torrent on your life.
“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”
“Nah, plus my ma would kick my ass if I left you here alone.” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he chuckled. It was adorable. “Or my sister, or Steve’s ma. Hell, even Steve would try to beat me up.”
Now that was an image. Tiny, little, asthmatic Steve trying to beat up bulky, tall, strong Bucky?
You giggled in spite of yourself. Bucky always seemed to know just what to say.
You both climbed into Bucky’s car before he took off. It was silent for the most part, letting you think back to everything that had happened today.
You watched Bucky as his hands gripped onto the steering wheel. His mouth was set in a heavy frown, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head.
“What’s up, Buck?” You tried your best to sound like Brock’s actions hadn’t bothered you as much as they had.
He sighed, glancing at you for all but a second. He rolled up to a red stoplight and used that moment to look you in the eye.
“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
“Hmm? Oh, Brock? No, no, no. Not physically anyway.”
His eyes searched your face. He was clearly distraught. “I’m sorry.”
“What? Why?”
“I didn’t get out there soon enough, if I just got outta there sooner he wouldn’t have… and you wouldn’t have had to–”
“Light!” you nudged him.
“Right! Sorry.”
“And hey, it’s not your fault, Bucky.”
Bucky’s knuckles were white as snow. He was clenching his jaw so hard, you worried he might damage his teeth. “He wouldn’t listen to you. You said no. Multiple. Times.”
Your heart ached because you knew Bucky wasn’t going to let this go. Because he actually cared. His eyes stayed on the road, and you were surprised the asphalt didn’t spontaneously combust into flames with the ferocity behind his glare.
“But I got away, I’m okay.”
“And what if you didn’t, huh? What if I was too late? You deserve so much better, you hear me?”
You didn’t even realise he was staring right at you until you looked back at him. You were stopped at a stop sign. With no one behind you, he didn’t feel any need to keep driving.
His face morphed into pure horror as the tears began rolling down your face. You looked away from him again, to your lap this time.
“‘M sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to yell, I’m so sorry.”
You shook your head and laughed. What even was Bucky Barnes? And why the hell was he always so inherently good?
“Bucky,” you sniffed, “I’m not upset about you yelling. I’m… It’s just… you, you care? About me?”
His brows furrowed. “Well, of course I do. You’re a great person. Your sweet and smart—”
“Why are you doing this?”
“What?”
“Come on. You’ve heard the rumours, James. You aren’t living under a rock and you’re not stupid.”
“Exactly, so I’m not stupid enough to believe the lies being spread around. What I can’t seem to figure out, however, is how you got mixed up in all of this.”
“It’s a really long story.”
Bucky shrugs, “I’ve got nowhere to be.”
That is how you and Bucky ended up on top of a nearby cliff, sitting on the hood of Bucky’s car, eating snacks you got from a gas station. You told him most of the details to your unfortunate series of events that led to this moment. Bucky only stopping you every once in a while to ask questions or make threats to anyone that he claimed deserved it.
You felt like a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders. The best part of it was, you actually thought that Bucky believed you. He held no judgement and was a total sweetheart the entire time—well, besides the times when he teased you. But even then it was all in good fun.
You shouldn’t have expected anything less from the guy that was a complete teddy bear once you peeled back his intimidating layers. He was a good man, through and through. Nothing and no one could take that away from him.
When you finished, you leaned back to look at the stars. “If I ran away and changed my name, would you come with me?”
He chuckled. “I don’t know if that’s the best course of action to take.”
“What else can I do, Bucky? You’ll be the only person that believes me!”
“Maybe I’m the only person that needs to.”
“Yeah, right. What if my supposed sex life gets passed around so that everyone knows about it. Employers? Schools? The government? I’ll be screwed!”
“Why would the government care?” he guffawed.
“I don’t know, okay! Stop laughing at me, you jerk! This is a serious crisis.”
“Okay, sorry! Sorry!”
“It’s hard to believe you’re sorry when you’re still laughing.”
He calmed down enough to stop his laughter. “Look, you and I both know this won’t go away overnight. You did dig yourself into a pretty deep hole. I don’t know how we’re going to fix it, we just will, okay?”
“Okay, and what’s in it for you?”
He hummed, taking his eyes off of the stars to look at you. “Well… I get to help you. Maybe I’d get to spend more time with you too.”
“And why would you want that?” You look down at him, surprised to find him staring back at you.
He shrugs before looking back at the sky. “You’re pretty cool.”
“Mhm, and did you make this assessment before or after all these rumours started?”
“Way before.” He looks back at you. “Maybe that night I wasn’t ready for my first kiss. The night you covered for me, and you didn’t get anything out of it. You just did it out of the goodness in your heart.”
“I… didn’t think you’d remember that…”
“Of course, I remember. I’m practically kicking myself right now for not actually kissing you.”
“Oh, yeah?”
He hummed his agreement. Your heart beat faster as his eyes dropped to your lips only momentarily. If you had blinked, you would’ve missed it.
He cleared his throat and got up. You followed after him, frowning as he took a deep sigh. “What’s wrong?”
He looked back at you, anguished. “Sorry, I didn’t mean… I’m trying to do this right, y’know. I don’t want to pressure you or anything and this is all wrong.”
“I’m not following,” you cut his ramblings short.
“I’ve… I’ve liked you for a long time… I just didn’t say anything because… well, as Steve put it, I’m too chicken shit.” He chuckled. “I should’ve done it sooner, I guess.”
You didn’t know how to respond. You were speechless. You wondered just how different your life would be if he had confessed sooner. The fact that he felt anything for you at all was… it was… you didn’t even know.
“God, this is the worst possible time to tell you. I’m such an idiot! I’m so sorry, just forget I said anything.”
“What… what if I like you too?”
Bucky froze. All of him hoped that would be your response. Truly. But he didn’t want to take advantage of you. You had just gotten done with what was probably the shitiest date of your life. You had been ostracised by everyone else. And he was the only one who held an olive branch to you. It wasn’t fair to you.
“I… I can’t… not in my right mind would I ever dream of taking advantage of you like this.”
Your face twisted. “Take advantage? Bucky, how can you take advantage of me if I like you back?”
He sighed. “You’re not thinking straight. I’m just the first guy who wasn’t a complete dickwad to you, so naturally you would like me.”
“Bucky, stop. I have liked you… for a lot longer than I care to admit. This isn’t me being desperate for any positive human connection. I genuinely like you.”
He bit his lip, looking so conflicted it hurt. You wanted to ease his worries. He shouldn’t feel that way. Not when you truly cared about him and have for a while. You’d like to think you deserved something good in your life. And if that good just so happened to be named Bucky? Well… who were you to deny it?
You advanced toward him, looking into those pale, stormy blue eyes. He said your name, a warning tone lying underneath every syllable.
“Tell me you don’t want this, and I won’t push any further,” you murmured. You were so close to him you could feel the heat from his furnace-like body. He stared into your eyes, thinking about how damn lucky he was to have such a beautiful view tonight.
“You sure you want this?” Bucky just had to ask. He needed to be sure. He didn’t even know what this was. It could be just a simple kiss, maybe a one-night stand, or, if he dared to hope, a relationship. Whatever it was, he would take it. He would be grateful for the chance to hold you, to kiss your lips and maybe more.
“Have I not made it clear enough yet?” You smirked at him. Bucky’s tongue wet his lips, a moment you traced with your eyes. He was gorgeous.
His hands cupped your face as he leaned in. You both closed your eyes as your lips met. You let him take the lead, not one hundred percent certain what you were doing.
Most people when looking back on their first kiss, regale about how horrible it was. How awkward it was and how terrible it panned out.
You were not most people.
It was easy to follow Bucky’s lead as his lips moved against yours. You hoped you were doing good with your first kiss. You hoped he liked it. Because you really liked being kissed by him.
When you broke apart for air, you opened your eyes to see him grinning like a love-sick fool. It was so endearing that you pulled him into another quick kiss.
“I never thought I’d get to do that,” Bucky murmured against your lips. They were still held in an impossibly adorable smirk that made your insides melt.
You knew right then and there, you wanted him to be your first. Your first everything. Your first kiss, your first real date (because you sure as hell weren’t counting the shitstorm from earlier as your first date), your first boyfriend, your first lover.
“I really like ya, doll. Maybe we should do this again sometime?”
“Yeah,” you breathed out, “maybe I can skip the awful date next time though.”
“Well, if you wouldn’t mind… next time you could have a nice date. With a pretty nice fella if I do say so myself. He can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, but he’ll treat ya right.”
You smirked. “‘S that so? Maybe I’ll just have to go on that date and see for myself.”
He smiled even wider. You didn’t think it was possible. “Really? Does that mean you’d wanna go on a date with me?”
“Yes, you buffoon. I thought you were supposed to be a lady’s man.”
“Hey now,” he chided, “weren’t we just having a conversation about how awful rumours could be?”
You chuckled with him as he pulled you into his arms. He pressed a gentle kiss into your hair.
“I think we should get back before my parents send out a search party.”
He laughed and agreed. Bucky drove you back to your house. Instead of curling up and crying in your bed, you ended up smiling like a lovesick fool until sleep overcame you.
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Legend:
💔 - Angst 💕- Fluff ❤️🔥- Smut ✨ - Favourites
Things Would Never Be the Same 💔💕
Natasha and you are sent on an undercover mission in the suburbs as a married couple. Things don’t go according to plan. (June of Doom day 11)
Lilacs On Her Lips 💕💔
You didn't mean to fall in love with her. Truly, you never meant for it to go this far. But as the lilacs begin to overtake your lungs, one thing is clear: Natasha Romanoff will be the death of you. Because you'd rather die suffocating on something as sweet as her love than ever forget what it meant to love her. (June of Doom day 4)
A Different Call 💔✨
Natalia Romanova meets Clint Barton, the man sent to kill her. Only he doesn’t. Natalia doesn’t know why he spared her life, but she’s not stupid. She knows how this kind of thing works. Protection is a currency. Bodies are bargaining chips. If she wants to escape the horrors awaiting her at SHIELD, she’ll have to pay for his mercy. (June of Doom day 6)
Exiting the vehicle, Bucky gently picked up the woman covered in their winter jackets. The cool wind nips at the woman in Bucky’s arms. She shivers and unconsciously nuzzles closer to Bucky, seeking his furnace-like warmth. His stone cold heart breaks hearing the little whimpers she lets out. Wasting no time, Bucky rushes her inside to the heat.
Pepper is waiting at the door and catches a glimpse of the trembling woman covered in coats. Her attention is diverted when her inebriated boyfriend stumbles through the door. Muttering under her breath, Pepper drags Tony to bed.
Sam and Steve are hot on Bucky’s heels as he makes his way to the infirmary.
The group startle Dr. Cho, who has been busy working on Avenger’s paperwork. Her eyes grow wide upon seeing the young woman in Sergent Barnes’s arms. Helen shoots up from her seat and rushes over to the woman. “Barnes, set her on the table, take off those jackets. Wilson, get me Banner. Rogers, get me some blankets and a warm compress from the med kit” she rattled off, quickly washing her hands.
Bucky removed the coats from her body, his heart breaking as the woman moaned in protest. She tried to get the, now wet, coats back from him, but Bucky threw them aside. Cho grabbed a few towels and threw them at Bucky, ordering him to dry her body off. It was still damp from the snow she was lying in. Helen wasted no time in hooking up electrodes to her body to get the cardiac monitor set up. She is relieved to see the green spikes followed by the infamous beeping of the monitor. The woman has a pulse, albeit weak.
Sam returns with Bruce striding into the room. Sam had explained the whole situation to him on the way there. “Banner! Get me a warm saline solution now!”
Bruce hustles to get the solution as Steve enters the room with a mountain of blankets he could find nearby. Cho tells him to help her envelop the patient’s body in the blankets, needing to insulate her body to prevent further heat loss.
Dr. Banner returns with the solution and a kit. He quickly yet efficiently washes his hands and puts on clean medical gloves. He hangs the bag and fills the tubing with the saline solution. Taking her arm out from under the blankets, he secures a tourniquet above the vein he’s going to insert the solution into. Bruce cleans the skin before inserting the plastic tube into the vein using a needle. Once the needle and tube are in, he removes the needle and unsecures the tourniquet. Taping the tube in place, Banner wraps the area with Coban to ensure that the patient wouldn’t try to remove the line when she wakes up. He looks to Cho for further instructions when he’s done wrapping her arm.
“We need an ECG when her vitals are stable. Get a finger-stick glucose, I think she might be hypoglycaemic. We need to prepare for a CMP too.”
“You got it, boss.”
Dr. Banner returns with the supplies needed hastily. He takes the patient’s left arm, his brows furrowed, and inserts the small needle into her vein to draw some blood. “I’ll take the blood to the labs to process the CMP, I trust you can handle the finger-stick?”
“I’ve got it.”
As Helen predicted, her glucose levels are below 70 mg/dl. It doesn’t surprise her given how malnourished the woman looks. She would just have to monitor her levels closely.
“She has some injuries on her back too,” Bucky informs her, restlessly shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He wants to help, he needs to do something to help her.
“I know, I saw them. I was planning on putting her in the cradle as soon as her vitals are stable.”
“Is she… gonna make it?” Steve questions, breaking the silence in the room. Cho sighs, worry-lines etched into her face. She isn’t sure quite yet. It’s hard to tell until she can get her body temperature back to normal.
“I don’t know yet. Where did you guys find her?”
“It seems like she was just dumped on the side of the road on the way to the compound. We don’t know where she could have come from in a state like this.”
“Who would do something like this?” Helen mutters, tears threatening to form in her eyes. As a medical professional, she didn’t often cry during work, especially in a patient’s room, but just thinking of how horrible the situation overwhelmed her. She honestly doesn’t know how this woman is still alive. With wounds like those and being left in the cold so vulnerable, she should probably be half-dead.
Bucky just watches in silence. As if on repeat, the moment from the car plays in his head. It really bothers him. The more he thinks about it, the worse it is. Disgust churns in his gut, twisting violently. Just what exactly has this poor woman been through?
All four of them stay in the room, keeping close watch over the woman. Her heart rate is slowly elevating and her temperature is normal. That’s a good sign, at least. When her body temperature is stable, Helen puts her in the cradle.
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Legend:
💔 - Angst 💕 - Fluff ❤️🔥 - Smut ✨ - Favourites
Iron Man Watercolour Painting 🖌️
The Smell of Alcohol and Cologne 💔💕✨
Tony Stark’s assistant has a flashback and finds comfort in Tony’s arms.
Everything Is Going to be Okay 💔💕
the team gets held up at a base where one of the members of the team decides to give herself up in exchange for the safety and freedom of her teammates. (March Trope-A-Thon day 6)
I’m Sorry 💔💕
Tony catches his daughter hurting herself, and he helps her. (Whumpril day 6)
A03 Works:
My Solace 💔❤️🔥💕
after a mission, all of the Avengers are acting weird around you. The worst part is? Your boyfriend is nowhere to be found.
Silent Night 💕💔
Tony is always working. Even during the holidays, the grind doesn’t stop. A break-in at the tower results in an endless loop that he doesn't know how to get out of. Forced to watch those he loves get hurt over and over takes a toll on Tony. He starts to question if his team would be better without him. (Winter Whumperland day 5)
