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[atticuswastaken]

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[missingrobin]

My Girl (Wanda Maximoff X Fem!Reader)

WC:609 

Warnings: A few cuss words and a shit ton of flufffffff 

A/n: Yall I think this is my favorite fic so far! I absolutely loved writing this and it was such a vibe trying to figure out. I wanted to give the reader a super bad ass vibe because I feel like in a lot of fics the readers are portrayed as weak which isn’t bad but I wanted to show a strong reader too yk. Anyways I love yall so much thanks for taking the time to read this <3

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You sped down Brooklyn bridge. Flying toward the Avengers compound on your motorcycle. Fury sent you a message saying that you were needed for a mission immediately. You hated being called in at the very last minute but you were pumped to get back out on the field. You zipped around slow drivers and to you they looked like nothing more than a blurry shadow. Soon enough you reached the compound. 

You skid up to a stop in the front driveway. You got off your bike and shook your hair letting your loose curls out. You walked toward the doors where everyone sat staring at you. Your tight leather pants, lace top, and leather jacket caught the eye of every single Avenger.  You looked at each of them with a stone cold expression. You batted your eyelashes and the Auburn haired woman just about passed out.  

Wanda’s POV

“Everyone wheels up in 10,” Cap commanded.

 Wanda stood by the front doors waiting for everyone else to be ready. She was always the earliest out of the group because she had the best time management skills. She pressed against a wall and stared at the sky. Her eyes drooped from lack of sleep but she tried her best to stay awake. Soon enough everyone else gathered outside. 

“What are we waiting for, let's go,” Clint rolled his eyes and looked at Fury. 

“Calm down Clint, that’s who we’re waiting for.” Everyone's eyes shifted over to the motorcycle speeding down the driveway. Eventually it came to a stop and a woman got off. She threw her helmet on the ground and walked toward the group. Wanda watched everything happen in slow-mo. The woman shook her curls out and glided toward the group. Wanda didn’t know who that woman was but she instantly felt a spark when she saw her. 

“Yo Wanda you’re drooling,” Nat giggled and playfully elbowed her. Wanda stiffened up and put her hand over her mouth. Her cheeks flushed a peachy color and she looked down at her feet.

Normal POV 

You stood in front of the group and recognized the faces of old friends. Your face softened up and you let out a beautiful smile. Nat walked over to you and gave you a hug. Steve gave you a friendly wave and Thor picked you up swinging you around like a doll. 

He laughed with his whole belly. “Ah Y/n so good to see you again.” Thor put you down and smiled. You eyed the rest of the Avengers and came across the auburn haired girl again. She was gorgeous. Her skin looked like freshly pressed silk. Your eyes connected and she gave you a light smile. She blushed and looked away. You walked toward her with purpose, stuck out your hand and smirked.

“Hi I don’t think we’ve met before I’m Y/n.” She shook your hand, sending your heart into panic. She licked her lips and connected with your eyes “Wanda, Wanda Maximoff, nice to meet you.” 

Your tiny staring contest with Wanda was cut short when Fury yelled out. 

“Everyone on the damn plane right now, and for god sakes stop staring at each other you freaks.” Fury directed eye contact at you and Wanda. You both looked away and tried to brush off your embarrassment. 

“So see you out there, try not to get yourself killed,” Wanda remarked daring you to answer back. 

“Oh don’t worry about me sweetheart,” You tucked a hair behind her ear and turned around walking toward the plane. 

Wandas’ jaw dropped and she followed you to the. “Well this is gonna be fun,” she giggled under her breath.

[the-bad-batch]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Maria Hill/Reader, Maria Hill/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Maria Hill, Reader Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Minor Injuries Summary:

You're injured as the Avengers battle Abomination, Maria reacts.

[harold231]

🌠I wish I hope I want🌠

     This is A Short story series planned with Person x reader as a couple. Stories wont connect directly They are just meant To be lil peeks into Their lives.

Bucky Barnes 

Coming Home

Only A Dream

I Adore You (18+)

Touch Me

Henry Cavill

Waves of Love

A/N: divider credit to @firefly-graphics

[flyingblackhawk]

Fun Taser Time

Avengers fic (Nat & Tony)

1,859 words

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Los Angeles, 2011

“You should add gloves.”

Natasha looks up. Tony hasn’t said a word to her since they arrived at the makeshift debriefing facility Fury’s set up in downtown Los Angeles.

“What?” she asks.

“Gloves,” Tony repeats, not looking up from his phone. “For the- what do you call them? The electro-bracelets. Happy told me what went down at Hammer’s factory.”

Natasha looks down at her wrists. “SHIELD calls them Widow’s Bites.”

Tony scoffs. “Of course they do.”

“So,” she says, raising an eyebrow. “Gloves?”

“Mmm,” he says. He looks up. “Are they heavy?”

She shrugs. “Sometimes. Depends which ones I’m wearing.”

He leans forward, and she can see that he’s genuinely interested. She unclips one gauntlet and tosses it to him. Tony examines it.

“Did you come up with the idea?” he asks.

“Sort of,” she says. “Originally one held a line and compact grappling hook, and the other shot darts. SHIELD kept the look but traded the poison for electricity.”

“Projectiles?” he asks, still turning the bracelet in his fingers.

“Taser discs,” she says. “That one holds six, the other holds four.”

“What’s the charge like?”

She shrugs. “SHIELD got the wear time up to nineteen hours. Had to commandeer a couple of car batteries, but mostly that’s enough time to do what I need to.”

Tony tosses the weapon back to Natasha. She catches it, and clips it back onto her wrist.

A door opens, and an agent steps out, motioning for Tony to enter.

“Gloves,” Tony calls as he walks through the door. “Think about it.”

-

New York, 2012

The dust is still settling as the team eats. The owners of the little restaurant seem happy enough for the superheroes to stay as long as they like.

“How’s the battery working out for you?” Tony asks, through a mouthful of shawarma.

“Great,” Natasha replies. She holds up a gloved hand for him to see. “Still not empty.” Tony doesn’t smile - none of them have the energy for that - but he looks satisfied. Natasha has a lot to process after battling aliens all day, so she adds Tony’s fascination with her gear to the list.

“You know,” he says, after a while, “you could probably make the grappling hook even more compact.”

She leans forward, elbow on the table. “You think so?”

He nods. “Just depends what material you use. I’ve been playing around with different cables, and with a smaller hook I think you could reduce the size by half.”

Natasha finds herself oddly touched that Tony has spent time thinking about potential upgrades for her sake. “What kind of cable are we talking about?”

“I had a friend at MIT send some carbon fibre prototypes she’s been working on,” Tony tells her. “I’m thinking maybe a nylon composite.”

She nods. “We could move the garrotte wire into the right gauntlet to make room.”

“How do you guys have the energy for R&D right now?” Clint chuckles. The rest of the team give tired groans in agreement, and Natasha flips her partner off to tired laughter from the others.

“I’ll text you,” Natasha promises Tony.

-

Avengers Tower, 2014

“Hit it again.”

Natasha skips another disc down the gallery. It connects, electricity arcing over every inch of the dummy.

“Nice,” Natasha says.

“The new model holds twelve discs per gauntlet,” Tony says. Natasha knows him well enough now to hear the hint of pride he’s trying to mask with nonchalance.

“Which of the discs do you think we should go with?” she asks. Tony casts his eye over the table, laden with twenty different prototype taser discs.

“I like number seventeen,” he says. “And not just because it looks like an arc reactor. That was a coincidence. Maybe.”

Natasha laughs, and picks up the disc. “Alright. Seventeen it is. How about the power cell problem?”

“Still working on it,” he says. “I keep hitting the wall at the corner of charge time and weight. I’ll get there.”

Natasha goes to answer, but her phone buzzes in her pocket. She pulls it out and reads the message. When she looks up, Tony seems to know that fun taser time is over.

“Where to?” he asks.

“D.C.,” she sighs. “STRIKE team needs me. Something to do with a ship.”

“Need a ride?”

She shakes her head. “Rumlow’s already sent one. It’ll be here in half an hour. Thanks, though.”

By the time she’s geared up and ready, Tony has loaded the gauntlets with discs. He hands them to her as they take the elevator to the roof.

“You’ll have to make do with the prototypes until I can get production running on disc seventeen,” he says, and it almost sounds like a genuine apology.

“I’m sure I’ll make it work,” she tells him. On the roof, he waves her off as a SHIELD quinjet lands on the pad. She gets in, and is surprised to find that she feels a little sad to be leaving.

-

Washington D.C., 2014

As Natasha leaves the Senate Office Building, cameras flashing all around her, she sees a sleek black car roll up at the curb. She forces back a smile of relief, and pushes through the reporters. She opens the door and gets in, and the car pulls away from the flashes and shouts.

“You look pretty calm for someone who just dared the government to arrest her.”

She scoffs lightly. “I should have known you’d be listening in.”

Tony shrugs, not apologetic in the slightest. Natasha lapses into silence, watching the road through the window. The gravity of what she’s done in the last twenty four hours is not lost on her, nor is it lost on Tony. She can sense his discomfort, and she knows he won’t be able to summon a comforting word, but that’s never been his style anyway.

“How did the discs go?” he asks, eventually. Natasha has to smile. This has become their routine, and a substitute for any uncomfortable conversation.

“Seventeen’s still my favourite,” she tells him. “And I owe you several drinks for increasing the capacity. I needed every single disc.”

“Saving your life, one tiny taser at a time,” he smiles. “I’ve been thinking about some sort of blasting capability.”

She frowns. “What, like a stun gun?”

Tony nods. “For mid-range combat. I figure it gives you a halfway point between hitting someone directly with the gauntlet or launching a disc.”

“How much more power would that take?” she asks.

“A lot,” he admits. “But I’ve got a new prototype I’m working on. It’s going to take a couple of months at least, but I think I’ve hit on a solution to the power problem.”

“Seriously?”

“I never joke about tasers.”

She laughs, and for a moment she feels all the weight lift off her shoulders. Even with the world turned upside down, Tony is a constant, and she’s grateful.

-

Avengers Tower, 2015

“I’ve got a present for you,” Tony declares in a sing-song voice.

“What did I tell you about calling me before seven in the morning?” she yawns. She’s already up anyway, and it’s always fun to start the day with taser practice in the lab. She dresses, and heads down to the R&D levels, stopping only on the lounge floor to make two cups of coffee. Tony is in the lab he’s dedicated to developing gear for the team. He’s currently at a long bench that has become his permanent work area for Natasha’s weapons.

“Morning,” she says, and hands him his coffee.

“You’re going to love this,” Tony tells her. He grabs a case from under the table and unlatches it, swivelling it around to reveal a full suit. Natasha raises her eyebrows.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, pointing an accusing finger. “I got the measurements from one of your spare suits.”

Natasha pulls the suit from the case, and lays it out on the table. Quietly delighted, she traces a finger over what seems to be black piping. As she touches it, the piping glows a bright blue, and she watches the light spread all over the suit, converging at the wrists.

“What is this?” she asks. Tony is grinning, obviously pleased with himself.

“Power cells,” he says. “Thousands of them, all over the suit. More than enough to equip you with two compact blasters plus a new grappling hook and a backup clip of six discs on each thigh, underneath your holsters.”

“This is amazing,” she says, running her hands over the smooth material.

“That’s not even the best part,” he says. He opens a drawer and produces two gauntlets. He hands them to her, and motions for her to put them on. She does, and he’s practically bouncing with glee.

“Okay,” he says. “Do as I do.” He brings his right hand up to his left shoulder, and then throws his hand back down in a quick movement. Natasha imitates, and in an instant a baton shoots out from her gauntlet. She grabs it out of reflex, but it’s connected to her wrist. She grins, and raises it up to inspect it. It glows the same blue as the piping in the suit.

“Hit the dummy,” Tony says. Natasha acquiesces, and strikes the dummy. Electricity crackles, and the much-abused dummy is blown off balance and crashes to the floor. Tony claps, though she’s not sure if he’s applauding her or himself.

“This is going to be fun,” she grins.

-

Avengers Facility, 2015

Natasha knows it’s not forever, but it still feels strange to be saying goodbye to Tony after everything they’ve been through. The wounds of Sokovia are still fresh for both of them, and she thought he’d at least stay until they can find Bruce. But Tony will do as Tony wants, she knows that. Besides, she and Steve have their work cut out for them here.

“I’ll miss you,” she says, looking around the lab.

“You’ll have plenty to do,” he reassures her. “And our monthly lunch date still stands.”

“Burgers in the R&D labs doesn’t count as lunch.”

“You’re wrong, but I’ll miss you too.”

She can see the guilt in him as clearly as she recognises it in herself. For a moment, she is tempted to ask him to stay. But this facility is not the place for him now. He’s talked about settling down somewhere with Pepper, and she can understand the draw of a life like that.

“Keep me updated,” she says, as she walks him out of the lab. “I’m going to need an upgrade on the baton power.”

“And I’m thinking more cells on the suit,” he says. “We’ve still got work to do, don’t you worry about that.”

Natasha smiles. “If you ever want to blast stuff with tasers, you’ve got my number.” She kisses him on the cheek, which leaves him looking surprised. They hover for a moment, as if they’re about to hug, but that’s never been their style.

“I’ll call you when I’ve got something new for you,” he says.

“Promise?” she asks.

He smiles, and it’s tired, but genuine.

“Promise.”

[dangerousandrepulsive]

The New Girl - part 3

18+ nsfw!!!

The next morning Bucky met her at the elevator at 6 as usual, and the followed their normal running route up through the park and back. When they got to what she had come to think of as their coffee place, she bought his, which took him by surprise.

"What is this, a date?"

"Well..."

They sat down at a little table outside and she steeled herself. She patted her hair and licked her lips.

"What's on your mind, little jaguar?"

He'd been calling her that lately. She didn't hate it. He said her fighting style reminded him of a jungle cat.

"Okay. So. I have a favor to ask."

"Go on," he smirked, sipping his coffee. He liked vanilla almond milk lattes, which surprised her. He said they never had anything like that growing up, and he was going to enjoy the modern world to the extent of his ability. She liked it black - in the field she'd found it easier to learn to enjoy black coffee than be disappointed when that was all that was available.

"So, I need you to be my boyfriend?"

"Come again?" He said, almost spitting his coffee out. He licked his lips.

"Not for real! Just pretend to be my boyfriend for a while to get all these jackals off my ass. I figure they'll respect you enough to leave me alone, and then in a month or two my novelty will have worn off and we can fake break up."

"Okay... I have a lot of questions."

"Shoot."

"First of all, I thought you were seeing someone."

"I knew you could hear me and Steve talking!" He shrugged sheepishly.

"No, i'm not seeing anyone, I just panicked when Steve asked me out. I didn't want to hurt his feelings."

"Okay I guess that makes sense."

He pushed his hair off his face and behind his ear.

"So why don't you just make someone up? Say it's someone from your old unit."

She shook her head.

"It won't work. They'll see right through it. It has to be someone they can see me with."

"Okay so why... wait, have you done this before?"

She sighed.

"Once. When I went to OCS. It was a long time ago!"

He nodded, his silvery blue eyes narrowed.

"Okay. Two more questions. One, why don't you just get an actual boyfriend? It's not like it would be hard for you."

She hesitated. He quirked an eyebrow up.

"I just... I can't really handle being with a guy right now. My last assignment in Delta was fighting Daesh in Syria. Seeing how those monsters treated women, even little girls... it just made me kind of disgusted by men. I'm working on it but it's like a visceral thing right now."

His face softened and he nodded sympathetically. She looked away, trying to channel her mind away from the memories.

"Hey, I get it," he said gently. "I couldn't stand to be touched for a really long time." He paused. "I can put you in touch with one of the psychologists who helped me, if you want," he offered.

"Thanks dude, that would be really nice," she smiled at him, swallowing her bitter memories. She had yet to let herself cry about what she'd seen and she wasn't about to open that floodgate in Midtown Manhattan.

"Wait so what's your last question?" She said.

"Why me?"

"Well, we're friends. I trust you. And...you're obviously not actually interested, so we don't have to worry about it getting...un-fake."

He crossed his arms in front of him and appeared to be contemplating.

"Alright. I'll do it. But we need some ground rules."

"Like what?"

"You can't date anyone else secretly while we're doing this."

"Easy. Done," she laughed.

"And you have to be my date for this stupid charity gala Steve roped me into. It's in two months."

"Okay."

"And... okay don't laugh."

"Okay...."

"You have to come see the next Pixar movie with me. I can't exactly ask Steve or Sam."

She gave him a huge smile.

"I love Pixar. Done."

"So like, how do we convince everyone we're dating?"

"Simple. Sit next to each other, hold hands in front of them, a few pecks. I'll wear your hoodie around the compound."

"God. Okay. It all sounds pretty high school."

She laughed.

"I know. It's stupid. But it will work, I swear."

"Okay little jaguar. We'll give it a try. When do you want to start?"

"Today, I guess."

He shrugged in acquiescence.

When they got back to the tower, Bucky took her hand and shot her a little wink as they got on the elevator.

"OK doll, I'm gonna go shower and then let's eat something," he said as they got off.

"Sounds good, babe," she said, getting up on her toes to give him a peck on the cheek. He went towards his room and she went into the kitchen to refill her water bottle.

"You and Barnes huh?" Said Sam, for whose benefit that little display had been. Lily gave him a shy smile, as though she were bashful.

"Yep."

"How long has that been going on?"

"Oh, a little while now, but we just decided to go public," she said vaguely.

"I can totally see it. You guys will be good for each other. Or you'll combust because you're exactly alike," he said, rolling his eyes.

"We are not!" Lily protested. "Anyway it's too soon to tell for sure but I think it's going well. No combustion imminent."

Sam raised an eyebrow and Lily sauntered out of the kitchen to her room to wash up.

She stepped out of her workout clothes and into her steamy shower. As she lathered up, she thought about what she'd just gotten herself into. What she had just gotten Bucky into. She would have to tell him that if he met someone he wanted to date, she wouldn't stand in the way for the sake of their fake relationship. He was her friend, and she did truly care for him.

Although... it had given her a surprising case of butterflies when he took her hand, when he called her "doll." She realized she loved it when he called her Little Jaguar, but she'd thought it just made her feel like part of the team. But the jolt she felt between her legs when her lips brushed his stubbly cheek just now - that was not a platonic, friendly teammate jolt.

Well, i guess we'll just see what happens, she thought.

Bucky stripped off his sweats and stepped into the hot stream of water. He let the heat pound into his always-tense back and shoulders, and lost himself in thought. The shower here in his room at the compound was one of the few places he let himself mostly relax. He was only scanning for the sounds of hostiles with 15% of his mind instead of 80%.

He thought about Lily. This whole concept was definitely a disaster waiting to happen. He'd been attracted to her since he first saw her sitting across the table from Steve, but had kept his distance, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Apparently he'd kept his distance too well, because she had assumed he had no interest whatsoever. Maybe she even thought he was gay - people sometimes did, because of his friendship with Steve. He was still getting used to the idea that people could just be gay now and it was fine, no one cared.

Their runs together in the morning had become his favorite part of the day. She let him be quiet when he wanted to, talked when he felt like it, and never made him feel like she was just waiting for him to flip into Winter Soldier mode. She had said she trusted him, which meant a lot to Bucky. He wouldn't do anything to betray that trust. If that meant keeping his attraction to himself, well, that's what he would do.

Which meant times like this, when he was remembering her perfect rosebud lips brushing his cheek, her lush breasts pressing just for a second against his chest, the scent of her enveloping him, he would just need to save it for when he was alone like now.

Bucky had only recently started having sexual feelings again. His body simply didn't have the capacity for it while he was being used as a weapon. After he escaped HYDRA, the c-ptsd, the fear, the nightmares - it all took up too much headspace for him to be able to think about sex.

But lately those feelings had started coming back. It was like being a teenager again.

He looked down at his growing erection, which pulsed every time he thought of her perfect ass in those yoga pants she always wore. He stroked himself slowly with his flesh hand, imagining it was her delicate yet powerful hand on him. Her beautiful mouth wrapped around him, her strange eyes that he found weirdly erotic looking up at him. God, he wanted to be inside her so bad. He fisted his cock and started to move his hand faster, working his palm over his swollen tip. He thought about her legs spreading for him, her perfect tits bouncing as he thrust into her. He leaned against the shower wall and threw his head back, his forearm working as he stroked himself closer to his climax. He wanted to grab that curly auburn hair, run his hands up and down that toned, perfect body. And then cum all over her gorgeous freckled face.

As soon as he imagined her licking his cum off her lips, he exploded, his seed coming out of him in thick ropes. He gasped and squeezed the tip of his cock, milking every drop out. He had come so hard he was a little lightheaded.

Bucky stood in the hot water for a few more minutes, just basking in the afterglow, the fantasy. Then he scrubbed himself and washed his hair, wanting to make sure there wasn't a trace of sex-smell on him. He was sure she would be able to tell if he wasn't careful.

He rinsed off and got out of the shower. He could do this. As long as he could have privacy to take care of these urges, he would be fine. And meanwhile he'd get to hang out with her and cuddle with her, even if it was fake.

[avengemeebucky]

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[strozzzi]

avengers fic finder

Hey guys im trying to find/remember a fic where Steve and the gang watch all the different ~captain america~ movies that have been made in the 70 years Steve was on ice.... I cant remember if it was stony or stuck but i think stony but it also migjt have been gen?

But i remember they watched a movie in it that insinuated that buck and steve were in love.

Does anyone know what Im talking about? Please help!! 😭😭❤❤❤