#avnegers

[emelies-lifeinpictures]

Chris Hemsworth

[bisexual-chupacabra]

Peter: Just be yourself.

Y/N: 'Be myself'? Peter, I have one day to win Nat over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

Wanda: Couple weeks.

Tony: Six months.

Steve: Jury’s still out.

Y/N: See, Peter?

Y/N: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

[scottyrider]

More Between Us - Amerihawk Fic Part 2

More Between Us - Scottyrider - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own] The sequel and likely conclusion of my Clint Barton & Steve Rogers fan fic is here, titled "More Between Us"!  With full images to visualize it! "After a night Steve Rogers and Clint Barton will never forget, duty calls as a new threat rises, the kingdom of Wakanda calls for the assistance of the Avengers to help stop Klaw and his new alliance with AIM. During this new mission, Clint and Steve will ponder if there is more between them, or if it was all simply the heat of the moment. A journey of acceptance, love and of course sex. The Following story takes place during Marvel’s Avengers (Videogame) War of Wakanda Expansion. It is rated Explicit for some sexual content mainly toward the end!

[sebbystrawberry]

Stuck Part 1. Reader x Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark FanFic

I stepped into the elevator and went down to the main floor. I let out a sigh as I looked around at the mess I had to clean up. Cups lay askew on the floor, throw pillows across the room. I began to tidy up picking things up as I came across them. I walked over to the kitchen and started some waffles cooking then went back to picking up various beer cans and trash. I looked behind the couch and to my surprise there laid the biggest mess I had come across yet. A large shirtless man passed out. I shook my head stifling a giggle. Thor. 

Thor was out cold, he had "Princess of Thunder" written on his chest in marker, a plastic tiara placed in his incredibly tangled hair, and a large metal mug gripped in his right hand. It looked as though it was at least partly filled. 

I debated if I should allow him to keep sleeping or try to make him get up. The waffle maker beeped making my decision for me. I went back into the kitchen and took the waffles that just finished out and began a fresh batch.

So, I imagine you are probably wondering why exactly am I cleaning up this leftover party mess? It’s my job. I am essentially the Avenger’s tower caretaker. I cook and clean for the Avengers. It comes with its perks, but it also has its downfalls. For example, partying with them last night was a blast, cleaning up after the mess however? Not so much. While there are days I hate my job, for the most part I love it. In all honesty I didn’t know what exactly I was applying for when I interviewed. My dad takes great pride in all his contacts, one of which is Happy Hogan - who mentioned they were having a hard time finding somebody who would stay longer than a few weeks and could actually cook something that they would eat. Naturally my dad decided I would be the perfect fit because I am stubborn and took a year of culinary school. He took the liberty of setting up the interview for me.

The stack of waffles was growing taller and taller, as was the pile of garbage that needed to be taken out. Before I had the chance to take it out, I noticed the first two making their way down the stairs, Steve and Bucky. Shirtless Steve and Bucky. Yet another perk. I tore my eyes away from them and back to the waffle maker.

"Morning y/n, want me to take the trash out?" Steve smiled walking over to me, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Yes please," I said without looking up. Since Steve and I are friends now, he said it made him feel bad that I was the one who had to clean up the party mess that everyone contributed to. I didn’t mind much however; it was my job after all.

One by one the Avengers began to work their way into the kitchen, grabbing a plate, piling it with food and then sitting at the table. By the time I finished cooking, Thor woke up on his own and wandered over to the food. I had to stifle a small laugh at his appearance. The tiara tangled in his hair really did it for me.

"Thank you, Lady y/n” he grabbed what was left of the waffles and headed for the table. I began the dishes and just a few moments later Bucky walked over.

"They were delicious thank you" he smiled helping me rinse the remaining dishes and load them in the dishwasher. 

"Anytime," I looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes. Those eyes. I could easily look at them all day, but they were also intimidating.

I wouldn't say it out loud but I kind of had a thing for the mystery man. The only person who really knew about it was Natasha, she was one of my closest friends in the house. I wasn’t too certain why I was drawn to Bucky. I didn’t know too much about him. Yeah, he was attractive - but there’s just something about him that made me want to know more. Unfortunately, that’s not an easy feat. All attempts to befriend him have fallen flat. Every now and then he would throw a flirty line my way, or say something personal – but if I reciprocated, he completely threw a wall up blocking me out.

"You're making lunch today?" Bucky questioned raising an eyebrow.

"Mhm, I make lunch every day…” I playfully rolled my eyes.

"A couple weeks ago, you didn't make lunch," he said in a -matter-of-fact tone.

I stared blankly at him for a moment before shaking my head, "that's because I was recovering after you dared me to drink an entire glass of Thor's Asgardian liquor! I almost died!" I laughed and put the last of dishes into the dish washer. "Unless you're planning to send me on another suicide mission then yes. I am making lunch today." 

"I didn't know that would happen!" He chuckled; his eyes crinkled up - he put me in absolute ecstasy. "Those spicy chicken tortilla wraps you make?" I nodded knowing what he was referring to, "if you could make those for lunch, I would be forever indebted to you." 

"You already are,” I smirked jokingly.

"Oh, but I would be beyond grateful…” his voice teetered off sending an army of goosebumps down my arms.

My cheeks flushed red, and I shook my head, “yeah I can make those for lunch.”

Before Bucky could say anything else we were interrupted.

"Are you two quite finished? I think you've got some training to do Barnes," I looked over and saw Tony standing there with his arms crossed staring at us. 

Bucky gave me a quick smile before disappearing down the hall towards the elevator.

"Did they save me any breakfast?" Tony walked towards me looking at the nearly bare counter.

"No, but there's still plenty of fruit," I pushed the bowl towards him, but not before first grabbing a banana, slowly peeling it and placing it in my mouth while staring directly at him.

"Knock it-" he was interrupted by an influx of Avengers stacking their dishes by the sink and heading in the same direction Bucky had went.

"Thanks y/n! Could you do omelets tomorrow?" Clint yelled at me as he walked away.

I had just swallowed my first bite of banana when I shouted back, "of course!" 

Sam and Steve were standing behind me at the sink discussing the strengths of resilience training versus cardio. I was still leaning against the counter facing Tony. I continued to slowly eat my banana staring directly at him. I felt incredibly silly, but he looked flustered.

"Y/n, I need to talk to you about your contract," he stated in a stern voice.

I rolled my eyes, yeah sure.

"Wait you're not firing her, are you?" I heard a voice say from behind me. I turned and both Steve and Sam were staring at him. 

"No not at all," Tony said. “I just have to have her sign some paperwork, so she doesn’t have a lapse in her health insurance.” 

Satisfied with his answer the two resumed their conversation as I followed Tony into the elevator. He didn’t say a word nor did I. After the elevator I followed him into his room. The second the door closed he gently pushed me up against the wall.

"You think you're cute? Hm? Teasing me like that?" he questioned his face only inches from my own, "and what was that with Barnes? You're mine." His lips crashed roughly onto my own sending waves of warmth flowing through my body.

Tony and I have been hooking up since shortly after I started working here. It was simple, no strings attached, no drama. Nobody knew. Sometimes I felt like Nat might, but if she did - she never mentioned anything. 

"I think you should be punished, don't you?" one of his hands began gently grazing my skin. Starting at my collar bone and working its way lower and lower, but never actually touching me. 

"Please Tony," I whimpered. I wanted more, I needed more.

"I'm sorry - what was that? I can't seem to hear you,” he hummed into my ear.

"Please!" I said a little louder knowing everyone else was downstairs training and they couldn’t hear me.

"Tell me you're mine,” he demanded before kissing my neck, teeth gently nibbling on my tender skin.

"Are you jealous Stark?" I whispered somewhat amused. "Worried I'm going to run off with a super soldier and you're going to be stuck with your hand again?" I stuck my bottom lip out pretending to pout before smirking.

"Have it your way then," he bit his lip and guided me to the bed before crawling on top of me.

A/N: Hi everyone! This it the first part in a MANY part fit I wrote. Some of you may have read it on wattled when I originally posted it 3 years ago. I have since updated and am rewriting it since it was incredibly cringey and toxic. I hope you all enjoy!

[peachy-ash]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰

[purifiedclitoris69]

peace and comfort

Hi everyone! Ok so this is completely new to me. I’ve been on tumblr for about 3 months now and up until now I’ve just been reading other people amazing works, but I think I’m going to try and start writing a few of my own one-shots maybe even some short series, I’m not really sure yet. That being said hope you enjoy pls try and be lenient with me this is very much new. Much love!

idrk where i was going with this but hope you enjoy! feedback is welcome!

Nat x Gn!reader

Summary: Y/n Y/l/n, a new pryokentic avenger that is still struggling to adjust to their new environment, leading to rough nights and trouble sleeping, has an accidental rendezvous with Nat on the roof, the could start something new and refreshing.

“Hey, what are you doing up so late,” Nat spoke startlingly you and breaking you out of your trance of the open fire in front of you that stood tall and almost untamed, a visual on how your anxiety is starting to feel on the inside.

You’d woken up from another nightmare drenched in a cold sweat, your use to it by now but recently it’s just been so exhausting. The constant reminder of what you were put through, what you were forced to do over and over again, the constant feeling that he could come back and make it happen all over again. So naturally you made your way up to the roof and started a fire in the pit. Fire being the only positive constant in your life, it brought you a sense of peace and comfort that almost nothing else could.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you answered as you fingers curled around your sweater sleeves that hung a little too low and brought your knees up to your chest,”what about you,” you asked staring back into the fire.

“I’m always up late,” Nat said softly,” I like to come up here and have a cup of tea,” she gave a smile as you gave a very small one back, looking at her taking in the pure beauty she always had to offer. She wore a loose oversized jacket, over a loose t-shirt, and shorts and still managed to be the most beautiful girl in you eyes,” any reason you couldn’t sleep.”

Nat always took an interest in you, craving to get to know you better, ever since you kicked her and Bucky’s ass in Singapore, and after the past 4 months you’ve spent on the team proving to be even more interesting and not to mention hotter than she thought. You were still pretty distant but just seeing you around and seeing that ghost of a smile made her crave you even more. Of course she understands why you are they way you are, being psychologically condition to follow orders without question for practically your whole and then finally being able to follow your own path can be very confusing and overwhelming, she gets that. She just wished that you knew she got it and she was there, but everyday you proved to be more closed off than she thought you’d be, yet a part of her is refusing to give up.

“I keep seeing him…the things he made me do” you spoke barely above a whisper as you held out a brief fire in your hand as the fire in the pit crackled a little louder. This confession shocked her, she didn’t expect an answer so open. ‘Him’ as in your father, the reason you are the pyrokentic freak you believe yourself to be. Your father was never a good man, abusive both mentally and physically to everyone in your family, which ultimately caused it to fall apart.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Nat offered taking a seat beside you, as she took in the glazed over look you had, she could tell that you didn’t mean to admit that, but she was glad you did, it was progress” your safe here now,” she tried to reach out and place a hand on your arm causing you to pull away.

“You shouldn’t,” you mumbled dropping your knees and rubbing your palms against them,” I run a little hot,” you tried to joke, leaning your back into the couch.

You took an interest in Nat as well and not just because she’s a pretty face. It’s because she was soft and understanding towards you. You took notice to how she was always more aggressive towards her teammates, not in a violent way of course, most of the time, but in a playful, shut the fuck up way. But with you she was patience, kind, something you haven’t experienced in awhile. She had a soft spot for you the team would tell you, but you had one for her too, always keeping her at a distance, because after your past, you couldn’t hurt anymore people, especially someone as good as her. She never pitied you either, not like the others did..she understood you.

“I can handle a little heat, Y/n,” she smirked softly as she leaned her back on to your front and directed her stare into the fire with you, as it grew smaller and more tame, just like the anxiety and fear you’ve been carrying for the past few months, picking her cup of tea back up and sipping, as if you guys weren’t cuddling…interacting, like this for the first time. With her you felt the peace and comfort that fire brought you, you did say almost nothing else could.

[fuckedoutmarvel]

                       Unruled love 

Parings: Natasha Romanoff x Villain!R

Warnings: Mature language, violent acts, mentions of death, brief mention of sexual assault.

 Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

A/n: So this one is a little less than 1000 words because I want to know if you guys would like bigger parts or not. I know some may not like reading bigger parts because it takes too long so I just wanted to know. Much love - Fuckedoutmarvel

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Killing has always been intoxicating to you. Ever since you were little, you were a weird kid. Always left out and bullied. Always an outcast. At least, before you got picked up. But not anymore. Now, you're the bully. You've taken more lives than you can count. Of course, that caught the attention of the avengers. Ahhh, the avengers...a group of "heros" that want to save the world. You'll show them. You'll show everybody.

Your pov

Whistling a tune, I carefully stalked a new victim. This one is of age 18 and had raped 2 females. I've just discovered him. 

Turning down the dark hall, I'm met with silence. Contrast to his frightened screams. I roll my eyes and quickly make my way towards the stairs. I'm not stupid. I know somebody has been here with me, besides that little fucker. 

I quickly make my way up the steps, considering I have somebody coming up with me. As soon as I turn towards a random door, somebody calls out.

"Stop."

Oh, that powerful voice I've missed. The exquisite voice that had me captivated the first time I heard it.

Quickly turning around, I come face to face with 'Natasha Romanoff.'

I smirked at her as she pointed a pistol at my forehead. "Ah look who we have here…"

I didn't falter as she tried to pistol whip me. I dodged to the left and hit her arm to the side, dropping the firearm in the process. She elbowed me in my nose, knocking me back a couple of steps. I looked at her and smiled. 

Wiping my blood with the back of my hand, 'Natasha' took my distraction as an opening to jump up on my shoulders. As she tried to spin me around, I quickly but skillfully grabbed her arms and slammed her down on my knees. After all, I taught her that move.

"Fuck!"

I chuckled as I got on top of her, putting my hands around her neck. She tried to pry my hands off of her, to no avail. I put on a genuine smile, happy to finally see her.

Natasha's pov

The black dots that were in the corners of my vision were getting significantly large. As I was struggling to breath, I looked into the enemy's eyes.

I furrowed my eyebrows...those eyes looked familiar. 

"It was good to see you again….. Natalie." 

My eyes widened for a second, fear creeping up my body.

They know my name. They know my name. THEY know MY name. I looked them in the eyes once more, before blacking out. 

"Come on Natalie. This will be fun!"

"No it won't y/n. We'll get caught and Madame B. will punish us!"

I looked behind us before looking back at her. "She'll hurt us again.."

Y/n pulled me into a hug before whispering in my ear, "I will never let her hurt you, Natalie. I will always be your protector."

I looked down, "always and forever?" 

Y/n smiled, "always and forever, Принцесса."

Before I could respond, we heard heels clicking in the halls. 

I looked back up to y/n, already feeling panic creep up my spine. "This was a bad idea. We're going to get punished!" I whispered, my voice cracking in the process.

Y/n looked down at me and smiled, trying to reassure me. "Go, go back to the rooms and never speak of this again, okay?"

I scrunched up my nose, "what about you? She will kill you!" I rushed out.

Y/n pushed me behind her, away from the clicking of heels and closer to the rooms. "I'll see you in a minute darling." she said softly.

Before I could speak a word, she was already walking down the hall. 

She looked back once, and I saw her eyes soften. "Я люблю вас." I heard her whisper, before she turned the corner and disappeared.

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I regret not going after her. I should've. Why didn't I? 

Coward. You're a coward, Natalie Romanova. 

The sounds of whips were heard, keeping every girl in the beds awake. Some were looking at the ceiling, eyes sad but not yet ready to shed tears.

All I could focus on was the sounds of her grunts. Nobody that was in this room knew who she was. I did though. I knew her. I knew what she was going through. 

After 10 or so minutes of those horrible sounds, it all stopped. I felt bile coming up at what might've happened to her, but then it started again.

This time, the sound of drills came through the vents. Then came broken screams coming through. The sounds shattered my heart and I immediately turned in my bed to puke. I let this happen.

Coward. You're horrible. Coward. You never loved her. Coward. You're letting her die. COWARD!

I woke up with a start, my body layered with sweat. I hurriedly looked around, trying to find y/n. 

Until it hit me, I let her die. 

I sniffled once and masked my emotions immediately. I closed my eyes to take a breather but those familiar green eyes flashed in my mind.

The same green eyes I saw on an enemy. "Maybe.."

No. I will not let myself go down that path and give myself false hope. Y/n is dead. I killed her.

"I love you, Tali"

"I will always protect you, darling."

I took another breath and stood up, walking out of that awful building and going to report to Fury. The sooner we get rid of this enemy, the better. 

принцесса = Princess

Я люблю вас = I love you 

[marvelgeeklikestowrite]

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