⭑ frank’s bleeding and pretending it’s nothing, until she shows up at his door, all worry and warmth, tending to wounds he’d never let anyone else touch.
frank as your boyfriend.
⭑ headcanons for dating the guy who brings a gun to a romantic dinner
﹅ BILLY RUSSO.
almost professional.
⭑ russo is obsessed with the one thing in his office that won’t fall in line, his razor-sharp, unflinchingly composed assistant.
billy as your boyfriend.
⭑ headcanons for dating the male manipulator final boss
sfw alphabet.
⭑ headcanons.
﹅ DAVID LIEBERMAN / MICRO.
sandwich rivalry.
⭑ a sandwich war in the kitchen spirals into laughter, mayo-streaked cheeks, and tomato battle wounds. in the wreckage of bread and laughter, he rediscovers what it feels like to be here, with you.
﹅ MATT MURDOCK.
sound and vision.
⭑ on a quiet rooftop, matt lies beside his girl as she traces constellations with her voice, painting the stars he can’t see.
the weight of watching.
⭑ something bitter coils in his chest, tightening with every glance she gives to someone else.
matt as your boyfriend.
⭑ headcanons for dating the human glow-up of i have unresolved issues
﹅ FOGGY NELSON.
foggy as your boyfriend.
⭑ headcanons for dating the only man who can make a spreadsheet look sexy
﹅ BEN POINDEXTER.
the art of being seen.
⭑ dex orchestrates the perfect accidental coffee shop meet-cute with the girl he’s been watching for months, every glance, every breath, every detail planned. she thinks it’s fate. he knows it is.
mine before you knew it.
⭑ dex has been watching you long before you ever noticed him. when someone flirts with you at a party he decides it’s time to make himself known. you don’t remember inviting him in, but he’s already in your house, and he doesn’t plan on leaving.
orbiting you quietly.
⭑ working side by side, dex moves through every task with devotion, chasing the warmth of your praise like it’s sunlight.
stay.
⭑ you’re about to head to an event when dex physically blocks the doorway, leaning on the frame trying to coax you back into bed.
while you were gone.
⭑ what was meant to be a quick trip stretches into hours, and when you finally return home you find your boyfriend unraveling, panic and shame spilling out as he’s convinced your absence means you’re slipping away from him.
hands that keep the night at bay.
⭑ dex helps out his girlfriend during sleep paralysis.
fuzzy. —- NSFW. 18+ ONLY.
⭑ dex spirals into a breakdown over a betrayal, but you ground him by keeping him inside you.
dex as your boyfriend.
⭑ headcanons for dating the guy whose mood swings could qualify as a natural disaster.
you distance yourself, you betray them, holding their face, yandere x yandere, they fall in love, wearing their blood, you’re critically hurt, they’re inured/they’re sick, you have bad cramps, hypersexual!reader, you self harm,
FANTASTIC FOUR. ͜ ◞
﹅ JOHNNY STORM.
johnny as your boyfriend.
⭑ third wheeling with johnny storm and a mirror
AVENGERS. ͜ ◞
﹅ BUCKY BARNES.
the first touch.
⭑ you’re both trying to act normal after a mission, but a small accidental touch ignites something neither of you can ignore.
Summary: Deep grunts filled the bathroom. Cleaning supplies strewn all over the floor. Your life flashed before your eyes when the stall door jerked open, on your knees scrubbing the toilet is how he found you. “Mr. Odinson.” You say, jumping up.
Warnings: PLEASE CONSUME AT YOUR OWN RISK! Explicit ‼️ 18+ Material, Noncon, Rough Sex, Rape themes, Female receiving pen, Anal, subtle cream pie.
Word Count: 2,039 Masterlist
You meticulously mixed chemicals, being sure not to create mustard gas. Your first week working as a cleaner for Stark Industries left you with zero training. The lead janitor was too occupied with her own doings to teach you how to properly clean certain things. It took you double to time to clean the bathrooms, your coworkers knew it, so when you’d disappear for hours, they never questioned it.
You’d been in the men’s bathroom for almost an hour already. The bristles of the brush scrubbed the tile around the toilet, the sound being the only thing heard in the enclosed space. That and your deep breathing, exhaustion filling you after a long day of work, coupled with the ever growing redness on your sore knees. Your shoulders burned from scrubbing, and you were so focused on just finishing so you could clock out; finally go home.
You never heard anyone enter the bathroom, you were too focused. You only noticed you were no longer alone when the door to the stall gets pushed open. You jump up, not out of fear but by being startled. When you eject yourself from your kneeled position, you spin in place, turning to face whoever stumbled upon you. You’re relieved to see Thor Odinson, standing there with a calculating look.
“Mr. Odinson, forgive me, I will be finished in a second.” You say, assuming he wouldn’t want a woman in the men’s restroom while he uses it. Offering a smile out of curtesy, you hold it for a second too long, even after you don’t see any amusement appear on his face. You clear your throat, quickly returning to scrubbing the stall. One hand held the disinfectant while your other held the brush. You tried rushing, feeling his growing presence behind you.
“Just gotta wipe it down now, sir.” You give him reassurance that you’d be gone in a second. But that second never comes. You move to step around him, reaching for your cleaning cart that held the microfiber cleaning cloths. You’re too focused on hurrying and getting out that you don’t take note of how silent the gods being. How observant he is, watching every move you make.
Your hands were full, you couldn’t defend yourself. In an instant they were empty, the brush clattering to the floor. The spray bottle cracking upon impact, bleach spilling all over the floor in a growing puddle. Your hands were now pressed to the mirror of the sink vanity. Your cheek pressed there too, your eyes searched behind you for Thor, seeing the look on his face finally told you what you needed to know. He wasn’t even here, this is primal, instinctual, animalistic.
“Mr. Odinson, you know this isn’t allowed.” You try to calmly remind him. You were no fool, you knew the strength he held, you knew he was a god. You knew your position, you were nobody, a maid at best. You should be thinking of every reason to be grateful for this, instead you’re gasping for air as he presses it out of you, his body weight leaning on your from behind.
Thor doesn’t respond, he knows what he’s doing, whether or not it’s wrong is up for debate. What else was he supposed to do? He saw a woman on her knees and felt like he needed to do something about it. You’re just a maid, no one would even know, he is the god of thunder and a king, any woman is his if he wishes. He couldn’t even recall how many maids and ladies in waiting on Asgard who carried his bastard children.
To Thor, he was doing the right thing. Using the resources provided to him. And how rude would he be if he disregarded Starks resources. That’s why he doesn’t rip your uniform, he pushes it up around your hips, being sure to pull your tights down in one swift movement.
Your hands stayed planted on the mirror you had shined less than an hour ago. You don’t know why, but you knew better than to fight back, you knew better than to move. In any other position maybe you’d be flattered he’d took an interest in you; but this was…less than personal, it was just him getting his rocks off. You don’t doubt if it had been Rose or Serenity; the same sequence of events would’ve occurred.
You hear the sound of leather and metal clasps rustling behind you, and you close your eyes, numbing yourself for what’s about to happen. You thought you could do it, go limp, deaf, blind to what’s happening to you; the second the thick tip of his cock slid past the barrier your thighs created, you were dropping your hands from the mirror, reaching behind you to brace yourself.
You don’t understand that it’s an impossible feat. You could never brace for the searing pain that blossoms between your legs. You couldn’t even breathe, you were dry, but he didn’t seem to care, pushing past that barrier too. You felt your sensitive skin stretch around him, but when the relentlessness of him trying to shove himself to the hilt comes, you feel yourself tearing.
When you feel the tuft of hair at the base of his cock brush against your ass you know he’s bottomed out. You can’t feel it, after the first tear; your lower body clocked out. Only when his big hands wrap around your love handles, you can feel how gentle his hands are. No matter the pain he was inflicting, it was like he knew his hands would break your bones, bruise your skin.
He’s even has the curtesy to let you have some semblance of adjusting to him. You wanna laugh, but you can’t, the timeline of events only happening in less than two minutes. Your brain isn’t processing and comprehending what’s happening. Your brain was turning into complete mush, you were trying to convince yourself of two things; you didn’t want this, and you desperately wanted it. You were confused.
The confusion only intensifying when he leans down and brushed the hair from your shoulder, whispering behind your ear. “Good little maid.”. That shouldn’t have had the effect that it did, but here you were, pushing your body back slightly at the praise. Like you were doing something right by not protesting. You were good for not fighting back. Deserving because of your meekness.
He groaned when he felt you push back against him, knowing it meant you wanted it, even if you didn’t say it. But in the end, he didn’t really care what you thought, you were doing your job. Your duty.
He doesn’t notice the fog on the mirror from your shallow breaths, or the fact that you’re wet has mixed with blood from being torn. He just starts pumping in and out of you at a rhythmic pace. You wish you could feel it, but your body is still fighting to some degree, refusing to let you or him relish in this moment.
His pace picks up, causing you to raise yourself on your tiptoes, giving him as much access as he needs, making it easier for him to slam back into you every time he torturously pulls out to admire how you swallow him, the pink folds wrapping around him perfectly, like a set of lips, sucking him in.
He had been relatively silent, little grunts and that tiny comment of praise earlier, so it shocks you when he lets out a high pitched whine. “Fuck, stay just like that.” He exclaims, feeling the building tension in his balls come to an eruption. He mercilessly claps his stomach into your ass cheeks, the slapping sound echoing off the walls, and that’s it for you, finally giving up whatever you were holding onto.
Your pussy gushes over him, and you let out a strangled wail, “Please.” You beg, you knew your hole was obliterated, ruined, stretched and full, the only thing that could benefit you now was if you got to cum too. You heard him chuckle behind you. Actually laugh at your plea. As if you had no room to even speak and this was all his doing, for his pleasure.
Tears finally fill your eyes, but not for your situation, it’s over cumming. Your desperation becoming too much, you start rocking on your tiptoes, finding a friction that pleasured you so you could make yourself cum. Thor doesn’t seem to mind, glad you’re finally participating. He’s too close to care truly, the new found tightness of your walls desperately clenching down on him, was rushing him towards his undoing.
You’re no where near close when you hear the bathroom door swing open, cutting through the thick air and letting a cold wind sweep through the tiled room, the tears and sweat on your face drying instantly. You can’t even look who it is, the shame of being caught not finding you.
Thor of course carries no shame for what he’s doing, he does register the person, and their bewildered look, laughing again but not stopping his movement. “What the fuck are you doing?” You hear an angry Brooklyn accent. Your vision wasn’t completely there as you roll your head to face the door, your eyes finding Steve Rogers standing there, his shoulders rising and falling as his breath picks up.
You could just make out the confusion, the disgust, the shame on the Captains face as he looks at the cleaning supplies strewn around the floor, lifting his boot to see that he’d stepped in the spilled bleach. He places it back down and lets out a scoff or a huff, you were too delirious to tell.
“I am taking advantage of what’s been provided. You’re the one being disrespectful.” Thor says with no humor in his voice. He had slowed his movement, standing behind you pressed fully into you. With the captains invasion, your senses are slowly coming back, the feeling returning to your lower body. A burning sensation is slowly building, the tiny rips in your skin drawing attention from your pain receptors.
“Please…” You mutter again, but for a different reason, it was for mercy, mercy that maybe you’d be saved from this by Steve. But as your eyes watch his hand find the door handle, pushing it closed behind him, any ounce of hope you had in Steve was gone. He was slowly turning into that silent shark Thor was when he found you cleaning.
“Move.” Is the only command you hear from Steve before Thors slipping out of you. You could’ve crumbled to the floor the second he released you, but a new set on hands found your hips, raising you back up on your tiptoes. “Shhh, you’re doing such a good job.” Steve praises and you can’t comprehend what he’s doing till he’s pushing into your other hole, filling your ass up. He was much smaller than the inhuman god, but it didn’t take away from the soul wrenching feeling of him ass fucking you.
You were screaming, the pain Steve was inflicting completely different than what Thor had done. He didn’t take long to spill inside of you, if you weren’t in such a vulnerable position, you could’ve laughed at him for how short he lasted, you expected more from him. But he’s probably never done anything like this before, the taboo of it causing him to lose control, the explosion coming from how dirty it made him feel.
When he slid out of you with a grotesque wet sound you almost let out a sigh of relief. Your body meeting the sink as he lets your hips down. The almost sigh is caught in your throat when you hear him say the words “Now you can finish.” to Thor. He buckles up his jeans and leaves the bathroom, not coming to your rescue at all, he didn’t even give you a second glance. You can only hear Thor’s amused hum as he comes back behind you, not relenting on you. If only you cleaned faster, then maybe Rose or Serenity would’ve noticed how long you’ve been cleaning the men’s restroom, maybe they would’ve come to your aid.
main masterlist & scroll through: logan’s tag , wade’s tag , joaquín’s tag
BOB REYNOLDS / THE SENTRY
one shots
the complete knock - you’re only trying to understand why bucky’s suddenly gone off the rails, leaving you, sam and joaquín in radio silence. the last thing you expected was to find comfort in a stranger. a kind stranger named bob. // part one , part two & texts with bob
JOHN WALKER / U.S. AGENT
series/longer fics
peace in the madness - despite it all, you and john walker make a pretty good team // part one // part two // part three
blurbs/drabbles
sixety-nine with john walker mhmm (18+)
JOAQUIN TORRES / THE FALCON
one shots
forget it - your ex fiance almost dies and now it's your problem. 13k+
blurbs/drabbles
joaquín torres is jealous of your date?
joaquín's dog tags
joaquín's dog tags (ii)
you and joaquín are always fighting for sam's attenion
joaquín is a great dancer
oral fixation and joaquín's dog tags (18+)
making a movie with joaquín (18+)
biting his arm (16+)
joaquín's teeth are kinda hot (16+)
skinny dipping with your best friend (18+)
using his rank to get his attention
riding joaquín with his dogtags on (18+)
joaquín eating it from the back (18+)
college au! football (soccer) player joaquín
dry humping joaquín’s thigh (18+)
feeling his dog tags against your back (18+)
moodboards
introducing cowboy! joaquín torres
PIETRO MAXIMOFF
blurbs/drabbles
what kissing pietro is like
LOGAN HOWLETT / THE WOLVERINE
blurbs/drabbles
logan doesn’t need to guess the colour of your underwear (18+)
drooling over logan’s arm while he hits it from behind (18+)
logan fucks his boss’s daughter (dofp) (18+)
logan’s dogtags (18+)
logan and knotting (18+)
logan has taken an interest on his fashionista neighbour
WADE WILSON / DEADPOOL
series
four or five moments masterlist
blurbs/drabbles
gunplay with wade wilson (18+)
asking wade if he still likes you while he’s still inside (18+)
Summary: A fiery interruption at a mob meeting proves that Bucky’s wife isn’t to be underestimated — and that he’s absolutely obsessed with her.
Warnings: fluff, 18+ please, mob AU, power couple, hints of violence, fiery arguments, deep obsession
Word count: 987 🩵
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The last time Bucky’s business partners saw someone raise their voice during a meeting, they wound up in the Hudson.
So when you storm through the heavy mahogany doors of his private study in nothing but an oversized silk robe, bare feet slapping against the polished wood floors, the only sounds in the room are:
– The quiet shuffle of Steve shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
– The subtle clink of Sam setting down his whiskey glass.
– And your voice. Loud. Sharp. Furious.
“James Buchanan Barnes!”
Every man in the room freezes.
You’ve never once called him by his full name in front of anyone.
But here you are. Hair wild from the steam of your bath, lashes still dewy, mouth slick with that berry-red gloss he loves so much—and eyes blazing with fire that could burn cities down.
God, Bucky’s in trouble.
And he’s never looked more in love.
He doesn’t stand. Doesn’t panic. Doesn’t move a muscle—except to casually lean back in his leather chair and raise a slow brow, like you didn’t just interrupt a million-dollar negotiation in a fluffy pink robe.
“Doll,” he drawls, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Something on your mind?”
Your voice is deadly calm. “Did you, or did you not, tell the building manager that I was the one who approved that hideous marble slab in the penthouse kitchen?”
The room shifts. Sam mutters “Shit,” under his breath and looks away.
Bucky’s tongue runs along the inside of his cheek. “It didn’t match the cabinets.”
You take two dangerous steps closer. “So you lied and blamed it on me?”
“Technically, I redirected the blame. Different thing.”
“Technically,” you bite out, “I’m about to redirect your ass off the balcony.”
A low chuckle escapes Steve. He tries to cover it with a cough. You shoot him a look and he quickly busies himself with his notepad.
That’s when it happens.
The new guy—Tony Deluca, some hotshot Bucky’s considering for a weapons deal—leans forward with a smirk and mutters under his breath, “Christ, can’t even keep your bitch in check.”
The entire room turns to ice.
Bucky’s smile vanishes.
You freeze mid-step.
Tony doesn’t realize he’s signed his death warrant.
Steve’s already pinching the bridge of his nose. Sam mutters, “Dumb motherfucker,” and shifts to the side like he’s getting out of the splash zone.
You turn. Slowly. Robe swaying.
“I’m sorry,” you say sweetly, eyes narrowing. “Who the fuck are you again?”
Tony chuckles, smug. “The guy who was talking business until you decided to come in here screaming like a housewife from Staten Island.”
You tilt your head. “Cute. And how’s your wife? Still fucking your driver?”
Steve coughs violently. Sam whistles low.
Tony’s smirk slips.
“I—what the fuck did you just say?”
You blink. “Oh, she didn’t tell you? Hm. She was moaning his name over the phone loud enough for the neighbors to hear. But hey, maybe that’s just her support for the working class.”
“You little—”
“Tony.”
Bucky’s voice slices through the room like a gunshot.
Calm. Controlled. Deadly.
Tony stiffens in his chair.
Bucky finally stands, tall and terrifying, his suit pristine and tailored to hell, every inch of him screaming power. He walks around the table slowly, eyes never leaving the man who dared open his mouth.
“She’s not my bitch,” he says, tone eerily level. “She’s my wife. My partner. My Queen.”
His hand comes to rest on your lower back as he stops beside you, thumb brushing the silk of your robe.
“And if you disrespect her again,” he adds, voice dropping lower, “you’ll leave here in a pine box.”
Tony’s mouth opens. Closes.
“Apologize,” Bucky says simply.
“…What?”
The room is dead silent.
Bucky tilts his head.
“I said apologize. To my wife. Or I’ll have your tongue.”
Tony stares. “You’re joking.”
Bucky smiles. “Do I look like I’m fucking joking?”
There’s a pause. Then a strangled, “I’m… sorry.”
You blink slowly, savoring the victory. “You’re forgiven. For now.”
Bucky guides you out of the room with a gentle hand, murmuring, “Good girl,” under his breath as the doors shut behind you.
But not before you hear Sam mutter, “Tony’s about to be listed as a missing person, huh.”
Later that night, you’re curled in Bucky’s lap on the penthouse balcony, still in your robe, legs draped over his thighs as he sips from a glass of bourbon.
“Did you really have to throw me under the bus over the marble?” you grumble into his neck.
“I didn’t think you’d notice.”
“It was brown. Our cabinets are black.”
He chuckles and kisses your temple. “Yeah, it was ugly as sin. But I’d replace the whole damn kitchen if it meant you barging into my meeting looking like that again.”
“Like what? A rabid raccoon?”
“Like my wife. Fiery. Barefoot. Ready to throw hands. God, I’ve never been harder during a briefing.”
You swat his arm, but your smile betrays you.
“Seriously though,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss beneath your ear, “you know I love that mouth of yours.”
“Because of what it says or what it does?”
His laugh is low, wicked. “Both.”
You twist in his lap, straddling him, and his hands immediately find your thighs.
“You shouldn’t let men like Tony near your business,” you say, eyes soft now. “They’re not loyal. They don’t respect you—or me.”
Bucky leans in, brushing his nose against yours. “He won’t be a problem.”
“…Because you’re dropping him from the deal?”
He kisses you, slow and deep. “Because he’s already dead.”
Your heart stutters. You shouldn’t be turned on.
But god, you are.
“I love you,” you breathe against his lips.
He grins. “I’d kill the whole world for you.”
Then he lifts you in his arms and carries you to the bedroom.
And by the time the sun rises, every inch of you remembers exactly who your husband is.
Was it Worth It?: You need a last minute date to meet some old high school friends and Loki is more than happy to help.
Was it Worth It? Part 2: A continuation of the story above.
Broken Glass: Google defines broken as "having given up all hope; despairing."
STEPHEN STRANGE
We Never Were Friends: You get stood up on a date and Stephen being the gentleman that he is refuses to let your night go to waste.
BUCKY BARNES
Sunflower: Even though you have no memory of it, you’ve been told that you used to work with HYDRA. Tony won’t let you read any of the files he has on you, but you’re not taking no for an answer.
Sunflower Part 2: This is a continuation to the story above.
THOR ODINSON
Being an Avenger is Hard: Like really hard. And finding love is even harder.
PETER PARKER
Get it Done: Peter isn't known for his luck when it comes to women. Tony Stark is hoping that he can turn that bad luck around for his benefit.
STEVE ROGERS
Peter's Admission Consultant: One morning the Avenger Tower gets a visitor and Steve is instantly intrigued.
NATASHA ROMANOFF
You're Either a Winner or a Loser: Natasha isn't used to having competition. But don't they say that competition is the best form of motivation?
Warnings: Angst, established female reader, established relationship, not proofread, I don’t know that this makes sense but oh well
Genre: Angst, angst, and more angst
Summary: He stopped saying goodnight, and she let him
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good night
Delivered 9:45 PM
The message read as delivered. She sighed. She waited. 10 PM, nothing. 11 PM, nothing. 12 AM, nothing. She gave up waiting.
Dating Peter Parker, or, shall I say, Spiderman, was not an easy feat. But, lately, it felt as though they were only growing farther and farther apart.
In the beginning, he was sweet. There was not a day that went by where he didn’t try to spend time with her, even just sitting by her window, Spiderman suit on, in between saving the people of Queens. She never asked him for more. She understood his job, his need to protect, the heaviness that came with that responsibility. And she supported him through it. She supported him through all the late night appearances, bruises and cuts littering his body. She supported him through the hours spent waiting for him in a restaurant, cheeks flushed with embarrassment from the pitying looks of strangers around her, thinking her a girl being stood up on a first date. But she was growing tired. She stopped waiting by her window, ready to patch him up if needed. She stopped waiting for the apology text from another forgotten date. She stopped waiting for him. And he noticed.
Now, she saw all the signs. He was letting go. He didn’t see her the same as he had when they first began. When they were both two innocent high school kids, each one oblivious to the fact they wanted each other.
She heard tapping on her window. This was the routine. She left her warm bed, crossing her room to the window. A flash of red. There he was. She quietly let him in, watching as he climbed her window and sat on her bed.
Silence. Neither one said anything. Her eyes stayed glued to the floor. His to his hands. His hands. They were fidgeting anxiously. She noticed. Her eyes wandered up to his face, “are you ok?” She asked. She watched as emotions possessed and left his face, his eyes betraying him.
“Yeah,” it sounded weak, “yeah.” He lied. She knew it.
After minutes of silence, minutes that came and went like waves on the shore, there one minute, and gone the next. What gave her solace is that, just like the waves, minutes would always come back. Peter, however, would not.
They didn’t need to speak. The silence said everything they couldn’t. She watched as his eyes turned glassy, never once meeting hers. He was hiding something. What, she didn’t know. Maybe it was his feelings, or lack thereof. Maybe it was his growing disinterest for her.
Finality hit her like a truck. This felt like a goodbye. This felt like the sun was setting on what she once thought to be her paradise, never to return again.
He stood up abruptly. Paced the room. Hands in his hair, eyes downcast, feet in constant motion.
“I should go,” his eyes finally met hers. A tear fell down her eye. She understood what was happening. And she was not going to fight it. If she was being honest, she had no fight left in her. She was a weak soldier, battered from the frontlines of the war that was their relationship.
“Yeah, you should,” she whispered.
The girl stood by and watched as the hero put his mask back on, climbed out of her window, and disappeared into the night.
warnings: triggers, trauma, ptsd, mentions of blood and injuries
requested: i guess so
plot: bucky is awol and you have to navigate without him
a/n: this series is pretty intense sorry for all the angst but also i live for it lol also this is preeeettyy long but i promise it's worth it... just stick it out to the very end...
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / masterlist
you walked into the kitchen, expecting the room to be empty, instead you caught steve with a mouthful of cereal sitting at the kitchen island alone. you hesitated, about to walk back out and return when you didn't have to face any of them.
you were exhausted, physically and mentally, you'd had nightmares every night for nearly a week. you were getting next to no sleep, you felt like a zombie in the day time, bags under your eyes, brain fog, your body felt physically weighed down. you tried not to let it show when you were around the rest of the team, but you were struggling the longer it went on.
just as you took a step back to head back to your room, steve spoke up. "i'm nearly finished," he glanced at you for a second out the corner of his eye, before scooping another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. "so don't run away on my account."
"i wasn't running away," you clarified, trying to snap back but honestly you were too tired so it came across a little more pathetic than you'd intended. "i... thought i forgot something but then i realised i... didn't."
"sure," he mumbled in between scoops, rolling his eyes. "just eat your breakfast, training starts in 10. don't be late again."
"you don't have to instruct me, i'm capable of keeping my own schedule," you were just arguing for the sake of it at this point. you didn't really care about any of it. you had to numb yourself to your surroundings and that included the people constantly in your vicinity that hated your guts. the avengers hating you had become the least of your concerns in the last week. you were too busy trying to function as normal when you felt so far from it.
"10 minutes, y/l/n," he repeated, placing his empty bowl into the sink and walking out of the kitchen.
you shook your head, trudging into the kitchen to make yourself something quick to eat when you were startled by the sound of another voice. "you should get some coffee in your system, you look tired," you'd recognise that voice anywhere, anyone would.
"be careful, you almost sound concerned for my welfare, tony," you regained your composure, ignoring his suggestion and making yourself a round of toast. "did pepper tell you to speak to me or something?"
"don't speak to me about pepper," he was short with you. nothing new. "it was an observation, we need you on top form if you're to be beneficial to us at all. so, take some sleeping tablets, go to your mandated therapy sessions and drink your coffee like the rest of us."
"so fucking dramatic," you rolled your eyes, taking a bite of your toast, speaking without swallowing first. "i'm fine. not that it's any of your business."
he gave you a look, like he knew something, and for a second you thought that maybe he did know something. had bucky told him about the other night? about the mission? you hadn't said much, but you thought that was between the two of you. bucky was supposed to be keeping an eye on you, did that mean he also had to report back to tony about you?
no, he wouldn't, would he? you didn't completely trust him, but you thought there was some kind of mutual understanding. a complicated mutual understanding.
"just show up and don't fuck up, ok?" he raised an eyebrow at you before turning to leave the room. what was up with everyone today?
"you know, coffee doesn't solve all your problems, you fuckin' boomer," you mumbled that last part, scoffing as he walked away.
you ate the rest of your breakfast in relative peace before heading to the training rooms, on time.
there were a few people missing, leaving only you, tony, steve, wanda, and natasha. bucky was nowhere to be seen, you couldn't figure out if that was a good or bad thing. he was usually your sparring partner, you hadn't trained with anyone else since you'd been here.
you wandered around, getting yourself situated and stretched out when steve walked over to. you glanced over your shoulder at him while stretching out your arms.
"you're with natasha today," your arms dropped to your side when he spoke. you opened your mouth to protest but he had anticipated your reaction and held up his hand to stop you. "bucky's out of action— natasha is subbing in for him. they have a similar technique, and i want you to continue the repetition of your usual training sessions."
"out of action?" you couldn't catch yourself before you said it aloud, your eyebrows furrowing for a split second. bucky always showed up. he was always here. you thought it must be something serious to keep him, bucky was a stickler for routine and repetition, he hadn't not shown up before. something you'd picked up on unconsciously by being around him. "what does that mean?"
"it means out of action," he repeated, he looked you up and down, noticing the expression that flashed across your face for a split second before you hid it. steve liked to think he was good at reading people, but he struggled with you. he thought he'd known you better than anyone way back when, but you proved him to be wrong. and now, now he didn't even recognise you, never mind knowing you. your expression could've meant everything or nothing. "he'll be back in tomorrow."
you avoided steve's eyes that were piercing into you, he was trying to get a read on you. you immediately put your guard back up, not even realising till now that you'd let it slip. "a break from mr routine, what a treat," your lip curled into a weak smirk but it quickly disappeared when natasha joined the two of you on the mat. "never mind, this is worse."
nat didn't say anything, she hardly looked at you, her eyes on steve. her eyes were always on steve though so that was nothing new.
"work on your hand to hand combat, both of you," steve said, eyes lingering on you before a second before turning to natasha. "stick to the training sets that bucky's been running with you, y/l/n."
"don't you think we should switch it up a bit? bucky's not even here to—"
"stick to the set, romanof."
you'd never really heard steve be stern with anyone other than you before, his eyes lingered on natasha who was glaring at him unmercifully. "sure thing, cap'n," she rolled her eyes before briefly looking over at you, unable to hold your eyes for long. "c'mon then, y/l/n. sooner we start, sooner we finish."
"you sweet talk all your partners like that, nat?" you cocked an eyebrow, watching how hard she was trying to avoid meeting your eyes. you let out a scoff.
"shut up and start," she mumbled quickly before taking a swing at you.
you pulled back just in time, her fist ghosting past your jaw. "jeez, alright, lets go then."
you sparred back and forth for what felt like forever, neither of you getting anywhere. your fighting patterns were too alike, you had been trained the same way after all. so you knew every punch and swing she was going to throw and she knew yours. it was exhausting.
you were a little slower to react than usual purely based on your lack of sleep, but you still managed to keep up with natasha, practising like you would normally with bucky. you thought about what was keeping bucky out of action, he never mentioned anything and as far as you knew he didn't have any missions lined up just yet.
you'd have to remember to bug him about it next time you see him in order to curb your curiosity.
you felt steves eyes on you as you continued to fight, mindlessly you swung in all the right places, ducked when it was natasha's turn to fight back. it was nothing you hadn't practiced a hundred times.
"keep your mind sharp, y/n," steve hollered at you from across the room where he'd been watching your every move. "you're lagging."
"i'm keeping up just fine," you snapped back, not appreciating him calling you out in front of everyone when you were doing the exercises he'd instructed you to do exactly like he'd asked. "keep an eye on romanoff why don't you— we all know you prefer to keep your eyes on her—"
"y/l/n," he raised his voice sternly. "shut up and concentrate."
you rolled your eyes as you swung at natasha's head and she caught your wrist like she was supposed to. "maybe if i didn't have you nagging me i could concentrate better—"
natasha caught your fist in her hand, pushing you backwards, throwing your fist back at you. you huffed, jabbing at her as she slapped your hands away every time. "i don't want to hear your excuses, y/l/n."
you were caught off guard for a second, your attention turning to steve who was oblivious to the words that held so much weight to you. in a second you were transported back to that night, you felt it all.
that was until natasha's foot smacked into your face, silencing all the noise and knocking you with a spin straight onto your ass.
"nat," you just about heard steve scold her over the ringing in your ears. "i said hands."
"she was getting too comfortable," she defended, not even concerned. "you said it yourself, i just did something about it."
you held your hand to the side of your face where it was beginning to throb. "you're such a bitch, romanoff," you gritted through your teeth.
she looked down at you for a second before rolling her eyes and looking back over at steve. "you're too soft."
"take five, romanoff."
you pushed steves hand away when he tried to help you up, instead pushing yourself up onto your feet yourself.
"i suggest you take a break too, get some ice on that," steve was trying to be civil, he could see your cheek burning up already.
"i'm done for today," you said in hurry, permanent frown now stuck on your face. "fuck this and fuck you both."
-
it was later that day, you hadn't seen or heard from anyone, not even bucky. you had showered and proceeded to sit in your towel on your bed and stare at the wall for what felt like hours until you finally were able to pull yourself out of your trance and change. truthfully, you had no idea how much time had passed, you were in and out of your head since your training session with nat earlier, you were finding it harder and harder to distinguish between what was real and what was a memory. being in this place, being around these people dredged up memories you'd suffocated and buried for years. you weren't sure how much longer you could keep up the act and go along with all of this.
there was a knock at your door, your eyes refocusing as the noise pulled you back to your room, your hands laying on your thighs, nails dug into your bare skin. your head turned to the door but it didn't open, it wasn't bucky, he would've let himself in. nobody else ever knocked at your door.
you dragged yourself over and snapped at the handle, pulling the door open to reveal steve on the other side.
you eyed him up and down, "i told you i was done for today."
he was fixated on something, you didn't know what it was, but having spoken you seemed to snap him out of it. he cleared his throat. "that's not your call to make. i need you on a mission tonight, no fuss or mess," he stiffened, his shoulders straightening and his eyes glued to your forehead, he wouldn't look you in the eyes. you were a machine to him at this point, to all of them, not human, not capable or useful unless you were in the field. "it's you, nat and me, and we gotta go now."
"i don't think that's a good id--"
"i don't care how you feel about either of us, leave your shit at the door and do what you're here to do. i need you suited up in ten," your hollow eyes stared up at his but he didn't meet them, he turned and walked away, calling over his shoulder, "don't be late."
you were suited and down in the hanger in ten minutes, head pounding when the mission brief was read aloud to the three of you.
-
you were supposed to be in and out.
your eyes were empty, you stared ahead, the thudding noise of the helicopter muffled in your ears as you sat across from nat and steve. you stared at their feet, eyelids heavy, you needed to land and get out of this metal box and away from them as quickly as possible. you couldn't take another lecture, you couldn't hear how you'd fucked up again.
neither of them had looked at you since you narrowly escaped the mission you'd been sent on hours ago. nat was being tended to by the medics on the aircraft, you had slapped anyone away that had dared to come near you to clean you up. you needed to get out, you needed to get away from them now and yet you dreaded what was to come when you landed. there had already been a debrief on the failed mission passed along to the team back at the compound, so they could do damage control and prepare for the return of you three.
your body rocked as the aircraft came to land, the hanger doors began to open and you unbuckled and got to your feet. you were so dissociated at this point you could hardly feel any of the pain, just a throbbing all throughout, but that didn't mean you didn't know that it was bad. you felt your leg lose out under you, a medic came to assist you but you swatted them away and dragged yourself out of the helicopter with a slight limp.
your ears rang, you could hear their muffled voices talking to each other, nat and steve had marched on ahead of you not even looking back. you just walked straight, eyes unfocused and unclear, you were in a daze, unable to come back around. you just needed to get away from everyone, that was all you could think when two hands grabbed either side of you and physically halted you in your stride. the cool metal touching your burning skin pulled you out of your head, you eyes refocusing on him now standing in front of you.
you studied his face, eyebrows knitted together tight, his stoic blue eyes darted around your face and further down your body where your clothes were torn, and blood soaking the fabric in places. you were relieved to see a familiar face and soft eyes after being glared at and scalded for the past twenty-four hours.
"woah-- woah-- what happened to you?" you had a gash above your eye, bleeding still because you hadn't let anyone touch you or clean you up on the flight. your eyes still glossed over and slightly unfocused, but you felt yourself soften and ease up at the sound of his voice. behind him out the corner of your eye you watched the rest of the group angrily marching off in front of you.
"don't," you mumbled, barely audible. you were beginning to come out of your daze, he was pulling you out. you were starting to feel the full extent of your injuries. everything hurt, sharp shooting pains in your shoulder, your ankle weakening on you as you continued to walk.
bucky was looking you up and down, more concern as he watched you in real time start to feel your injuries and come back to your surroundings. he glanced ahead at the team who didn't even look back at you, his eyebrows furrowed tighter, confused.
"c'mon," he held his arm open to you, offering himself up as a crutch for you to use until he could get you to a medic room. you glanced at him for a second, your head pounding, looking on at the team again who'd carried on without so much of a glance, and then back at bucky who had stopped with you, his arm still hanging open. "c'mon, i can help clean you up."
"you don't have to do that," your voice was low, embarrassed even that he was once again seeing you at your lowest point.
"i know," he gestured with his hand for you to come over and, though reluctant, you let him hold you up as he took you to the nearest medic room.
"bucky," you mumbled quietly, unsure what you wanted to follow with.
you didn't often use his name, it caught him off guard a little but he covered it quickly, clearing his throat.
"i know, it's ok."
-
"careful," you hissed, tilting your head away from him when he applied too much pressure to the cut above your eye. "that hurts."
he took a deep breath, holding his hand away from your face, waiting until you gave him the ok to continue. you moved back towards him, a small frown on your face as he moved to carry on cleaning out the wound.
"do you want to tell me what happened yet?" his eyes flickered down to your eyes for a split second. he wore a soft frown of his own, trying his best to keep his emotions in check.
"there's not much to tell," you mumbled, eyes now focused down on your lap, where your hands sat fidgeting.
"tell me anyway," he was trying to keep you occupied while he cleaned you up to keep you from pulling away again. he didn't want to keep you longer than he had to, he could tell you were tired.
"i just lost my focus for a second, that's all," you shrugged, playing it down. bucky could tell there was more. "i'm human, it happens."
"like when you lost your focus in training?" he watched as you shifted with his eyes on you, redirecting his gaze when he realised you were becoming uncomfortable.
"you weren't even there," you mumbled. "you don't know what happened."
"you could tell me," he paused, letting his hands drop, falling opposite to where yours still sat in your lap.
your eyes were cold, uncertain when you lifted them to meet with his, your eyebrows knitted softly together. "how am i supposed to trust you?"
bucky sighed, putting down the supplies he'd been using to clean out your wound.
you didn't know where you stood with him. he acted as if he cared about what happened to you but you couldn't figure out if that was genuine concern, or if it was a tactic to get you to open up because he had people to report back to about you.
repeating it to yourself in your head, it sounded ridiculous, you sounded paranoid, but you had every reason to be with this particular group of people. you knew this team well, inside and out, all the good and bad. except for bucky. you'd heard of him, you'd encountered him in your past lives but you didn't know him like you did the others.
"not everyone has it out for you, you know," was his response. "i definitely don't."
"your job is to get me to trust you though—"
"my job is to make sure you don't go rogue," he cut you short, he shook his head. "you don't have to trust me— i get why you wouldn't want to. but i'm here and not just because i have to be."
your eyes flickered back and forth between his while he spoke, trying to absorb everything he was telling you and his meaning. you looked over at him a little bit softer than before, reminded that his history was just as grey as your own.
he let out a sigh when you didn't budge, straightening his back out and pulling his gaze away from you for a second. "alright, if i tell you a secret, will you tell me what happened?"
you rolled your eyes, out of habit you said, "a secret? how old are we—"
"y/n," he warned you to stop teasing and you did. you huffed, looking over at him sternly and nodding.
"fine," you spoke. "tell me."
he took a deep breath, exhaling through his nostrils. your eyes squinting ever so slightly, watching as he rubbed his palms against his thighs. "everyone walks on egg shells around me," he started. "they send me to therapy, give me a routine to stick to, only put me out on the safer, straightforward missions— they want me to be better," he spoke with a slight shake in his voice. "but they watch me, hover, waiting for me to slip up — it's a constant remind that everything's not normal— that i could lose it at any given moment."
you were hanging onto his every word, your eyes locked onto his which moved around the room as he spoke, your lips parted slightly. you wanted to say something, anything, but nothing seemed right.
"you don't don't do that," his eyes met yours when he said this and your breath caught in your throat slightly, catching you off guard. "you hold me accountable, you don't make excuses for any of the shit i've done."
"bucky—"
"you make me feel more human than i have in years," he cut you off, shaking his head when you tried to speak. "you don't treat me like a ticking time bomb— you don't hold back—" he exhaled, like he'd let a weight off his shoulders. "and even though you're a pain in my ass— i feel more myself around you than anyone else."
"interesting," you stretched the word out, your eyes glossed over as they wandered away from him in thought.
it'd been a while since someone had enjoyed you being around them. you'd spent the past decade or so on your own, you had gotten used to it, but the past couple months you'd spent with bucky had been different. whenever he didn't show up, though it wasn't often or without good reason, you found yourself lost. you had been navigating everything here with him there every step of the way, whether you appreciated that he was there or not. subconsciously, you had grown used to having him two steps ahead or behind you.
"don't let that go to your head, i also said you're annoying— and i meant it," he quickly cleared up, clearing his throat. "i also meant it when i said that it was a secret."
"ok, i promise i won't tell anyone you think i'm super annoying," you joked, the corner of your lip twitching upwards only for a second as you teased him. you swore you saw bucky's eyes flicker down to your lips. you narrowed your eyes at him but before you could say anything he'd beaten you to it.
"you're really funny," he rolled his eyes, before nudging his knee against yours. "it's your turn anyway. 'fess up."
you huffed, rolling your eyes. "it's really not as interesting as your little confession," he didn't respond, only waited patiently for you to carry on. his eyes didn't move from yours. he wasn't going to let you off. "ok i'll tell you but quit the staring competition, sarge."
he straightened his back, creating a bit of space between you two, his eyes wandering down to your fidgeting hands.
"i was paired with natasha, because you weren't available and someone had to watch me," you began to explain, he watched as you pulled at your fingers while you did. "you should probably keep in mind that since the nightmares got particularly bad i've been skipping my therapy sessions," he looked up at you disapprovingly, opening his mouth to protest but you cut him off. "i know, i don't need to hear it," you pleaded with him, he sighed. "anyway, i haven't been sleeping, at all, which you kinda know, i guess," you struggled to hold eye contact with him. "and i don't know-- i jumped the gun, ignored natasha's direct order to hold my position and as a direct result, tipped off the guards that we were supposed to take out discreetly, who then set off the alarms and disrupted the entire mission."
your head was hanging low at this point, unable to meet his eyes again. you ran your hand over your face, letting out a tired huff. "i got my ass handed to me, because i'm not on top form right now. tony tried to tell me and i didn't listen, steve told me to get my shit together and i didn't listen, nat tried to keep me in check and i didn't listen."
"if natasha hadn't been so quick to act, i'd probably look a lot worse than i do," you sighed, your forefinger and thumb trying to unknit the crease between your brows. "they're all super pissed at me. pretty sure tony is ready to give up on this whole thing, and maybe that's not the worst idea."
"tony's not going to give up on you," was the first thing bucky said.
you shook your head. "he's done it before, he'll do it again."
"trust me," bucky shook his head, his hand moving to sit on your knee, giving it a squeeze. "it happens, for one reason or another, missions never go exactly the way we plan them to. tony knows that better than anyone."
"we're supposed to be better than this."
"you know better than anyone that we're not."
you chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying to keep yourself in check. "i'm just tired," you mumbled. "really fucking tired of all of this."
you felt your throat tighten, immediately dropping your head when you felt your eyes grow wet. bucky's hand moved from it's place on your knee, grabbing onto your fidgeting hands and giving them a squeeze. your eyebrows knitted upwards at the contact and before you could restrain yourself, you had closed the gap between you, desperately wrapping both your arms around him. you tucked your head into his shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief when you felt him wrap his arms around your torso and squeeze just enough so that he didn't hurt you.
"i know," he breathed out, a little bit taken aback from you initiating the physical contact. "it's ok, we'll figure it out," you nodded slightly, sniffling, tucking your face further into his neck, your breath ghosting his skin. his breath hitched in his throat, goosebumps running up his arms. he gave you a squeeze before encouraging you to pull back. he was more confused than ever.
your eyes stung red, wet with tears but none had spilled, you used the back of your sleeve to wipe under your nose. your cheeks were flushed, blood beginning to trickle down again from the cut that bucky hadn't finished cleaning. his lips parted, unable to move his eyes away from your face and the state that you were in. he just wanted to make it stop. his eyes lost on you, he couldn't form a coherent thought, he just found his body involuntarily leaning closer to yours.
your eyes darted back and forth between his blue orbs, they were soft, full of concern and warmth. your eyebrows twitched together in a small, fleeting frown, you felt yourself pull back from his lean in. almost brought back to reality from the small movement you'd made, bucky faltered, his eyes refocused from where they had been glossy and locked in, he paused. he opened his mouth to apologise but before he could say anything your hands were either side of his face. you hesitated, the scuff of his stubble under your fingertips was new, it was rough but somehow a comforting reminder that he was real, he was in front of you and he wanted to kiss you.
you moved closer to his face, eyes now meeting directly in front of each other, noses inches apart, your chin tilting upwards to ghost your lips in front of his. "are you--?"
"it's ok," you barely got the words out before he closed the gap, his lips against yours. your hands travelled to the back of his neck, his moved to your waist. he was kissing you.
When Thor leaves for Earth after destroying Malekith, Loki sits on the throne wearing Odin’s guise. Ada, sister to Fandral and an apprentice healer, discovers his rouse by the fate of her own terrible curiosity. The price of her silence is her life, and the God of Mischief finds he quite likes teasing her with it.
[Set before and through Thor: Ragnarok.]
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James Conrad
Kong Skull Island
Extraordinary - (Conrad x OFC)
Ada Bennett is an anti-war journalist who too often makes impulsive decisions that don't always work out in her favor. Not taking the TIME piece is one. Trusting James Conrad could be another.
Time ❤️🔥 - (Conrad x OFC)
Since surviving Skull Island, Conrad has been living in New York with his new girlfriend Ada, trying to move onwards with his life and deal with the psychological consequences of his final mission. He thought he was doing pretty well at both, until Ada scores them a free trip to England, intent on meeting his mother.
[Sequel to Extraordinary]
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