You Ask Them To Leave The Room To Change ∣ marvel preferences
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Characters Included ➼ Ajak, Bucky Barnes, Druig, Gamora, Hela, Jane Foster, Kate Bishop, Loki Laufeyson, Maria Hill, Matt Murdock, Natasha Romanoff, Okoye, Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield), Pietro Maximoff, Sif, T'Challa, Valkeyrie, Wanda Maximoff, Yelena Belova
Warnings ➼ Sexual innuendos, and obviously mentions of being naked.
Word Count ➼ 6,683 words
A/N ➼ Hope you enjoy reading ! I Was inspired by @orobaxis story 'Can you leave the room? I need to change.' I don’t think you realise how much I struggled with Matt’s part, it took me like a couple days to think of how it would go with him. Also so sorry this is a bit late then when I promised it would come out. This is also my longest work yet.
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Ajak !
“Darling, can you leave the room so I can change?” You ask as you walk over to the wardrobe. Ajak’s eyes follow you every move, as sits on the bed confused.
“Y/N, i have literally seen you naked so many times, darling. Why do I need to leave now?” She asks, her thick southern accent nearly making your knees buckle at the sound. Her eyes watch you look for clothes to wear, and it gives you butterflies.
“I just want some alone time. So are you able to leave the room while I change?” You repeated, wanting to go through with your prank. Ajak loves you so much and she respects and listens to you all the time. So she nodded her head, as she started walking over to the bedroom door. Her head bows down in disappointment as she makes a mental note to ask you why you wanted some alone time, and if anything is upsetting you.
“Ajak!” You call out as she walks past the doorway.
Just before she closes the door she calls out “yeah?”
“Come back here.” you demanded. Her head instantly rose up, and a smile started spreading on her face. She was practically jumping for joy as she walked back to you. Feeling like she is on cloud nine.
“Yes, Y/N?” she smiles, happy to be in your presence again. You reach out for her hand, and force her to stand closer to you. Your hands grab a hold on her hips, and you press your lips against hers.
When you pull apart, you rest your head against her. Both of you share the same intensely passionate gaze. “I was just pranking you, you can stay here.” you whispered against her lips.
“Thank god. I thought something was wrong.” she laughs. Her hand finds the small of your back, and forces you to come even closer to her and kiss her again.
“Nothing is wrong, baby.” You commented just before you pressed your lips against hers.
She pulls back, a cheeky smirk forming on her face. “Yes there is something wrong. You still wearing that towel.” Safe to say, you both forgot all about this prank.
Bucky Barnes !
“Hey Buck, are you able to leave the room real quick? I just need to get changed.” You ask. He looks up from his historical novel to look at you. His face shows that he is utterly stunned. One side of his mouth pulled to the side in a questioning manner. His eyebrows raised and scrunched up, trying to understand why you would want him to leave.
His mind immediately went to the negative side. He wonders what he has done to make you mad at him. Is she starting to resent me for my past? Does she not love me anymore? Am I doomed in life? Will I ever be loved?
You notice how Bucky stays still and avoids eye contact with you. Your heart falls down, feeling so guilty. You can tell he is not thinking helpful or good thoughts.
As you step closer, his head snaps towards you. Your footsteps bring him back to the present moment. “Why do you want me to leave? Have I done anything wrong? Because please let me know. Or if you are feeling insecure about the way you look, just know that I have seen you thousands of times, in all different ways. Naked, wrapped up in multiple layers, sweaty, shivering, naked, in swimmers, in lingerie, and in your pyjamas. I have seen your body also from many angles. There is nothing I haven’t seen before. If it isn’t about any insecurities you may have about your physical appearance, is it about any insecurities in this relationship? I-” you cut him off, by grabbing his hand and rubbing your thumb against his knuckles. He looks up at you, his eyes starting to get glossy.
“I am so sorry, my love. I just saw this prank online where they asked their partners to leave the room so they can get changed. I am so sorry that I made you panic. Trust me I never ever want to leave you. Ever since you came into my life and we have started dating, I have felt whole. Also, you have made me fall in love with my body even more, around you I could never feel insecure.” You stated, placing a kiss on his lips between each sentence.
Bucky lets out a sigh of relief, his whole body changing in any instinct. His fingers rub away any tears, his hands have stopped shaking, he is taking deep breaths at a normal rhythm, and his face looks less twisted and stressed.
“I- I don’t know what to say.” He mumbles. “But I think you should make up for this.” He whispers before he pulls you in for a cuddle and a kiss on your forehead.
Druig !
“Hey Druig. Can you leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask.
Druig watches you walk past him, not even looking at his direction. Something is up. He sits up on the bed, and stares at you. You walk and act normally, it confuses him. Normally he would use his mind control, to maybe get an idea on what you are doing, but he promised to never do it on you. “No.” He grumbles, wanting to see how you play this out. His brain is completely confused by you.
You whipped your head at him. This isn't how you wanted the prank to play out. “What do you mean ‘no’?” You ask him, standing still as you raise your eyebrow at him. Egging him on, to continue speaking.
“No. Why would I start doing that now, when we haven't done that basically ever. Unless you have something planned for me, I don't see the reason why. I am your husband now, and it was made clear that I will happily enjoy seeing you in all different ways.” He explains, crossing his arms in annoyance. Not happy with your behavior at the moment.
You rolled your eyes, darn him and his quick thinking. You bite back your smile as you walk towards him. He raises his eyebrow at you, wondering what you are going to do next. You straddle his legs and wrap your arms around his neck. You place kisses from his right shoulder all the way up to his temple. Getting in nice and close to his ear you whisper “I was trying to prank you.”
You hear and feel his throat tightens and his breathing hitches, as his face rests against your neck. “You know, you shouldn’t prank a literal god. It won't do you any good.” he whispers, his hands snaking around your back and undoing your towel.
His hands go under your thighs as he picks you up, and he places you on the bed. Laying on your back, he takes his time to explore every part of your body.
Gamora !
“Gamora, can you leave the room while I get changed?” You ask her.
She looks up at you, completely confused. Her fingers stop playing with her knife, as places it on the bedside table. Getting off the bed, she walks over to you.
You stand in front of the wardrobe, looking for some clothes to wear. You ignore her footsteps, assuming she is leaving the room. Yet she stalks up from behind you, tilting her head in bewilderment. She hesitantly wraps her hands around your body. Afraid that you have actually been replaced, and someone is here to attack her. But your body smells the same intoxicating way, the same way that drives her insane in the best way. But you never acted like this before, you were never shy in front of her. You were the exact opposite, you loved showing off (your skills, body, etc) so you can receive praise from her. Her hands gently press against your stomach, unsure of who you are. An enemy or yourself. She doesn't know if she should hold you down more firmly, just in case you attack her.
“Y/N?” She asks, her voice wavering.
“Yes, love?” You respond. Your same sweet tone of voice, confused Gamora even more. There are so many signs that point towards your figure actually being you. But the way you acted and asked that question still rings alarm bells in her head. Her past life is glooming in the back of her mind.
“Y/N Y/L/N? Why are you acting like this? Is something wrong?” Gamora’s voice started sounding more scared, and that sound shattered your heart. You love her, and you know she loves you because you don't hate her for her past. And now from the sound of her voice, you can assume that her past betrayals are haunting her mind. You turn your body around, and press your lips gently against hers.
“I am so sorry Gamora. I wanted to prank you. I am all okay, I didn't mean to hurt you.” You whispered against her lips after you pulled away from the kiss.
Hela !
“Hela, can you leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask, walking past her laying on the bed. She watches your every move as you walk towards the wardrobe. Her eyebrows are raised, yet a smirk is plastered on her face. What are you up to?
“No, I will not leave the room.” She insisted, her voice firm but silky smooth. It sends shivers down your spine, and you are ready to pull the plug on this prank already. Wanting to listen to your Queen, as you try and force your body to stay upright and not melt at the sound of her voice.
But you continue fighting the urge to listen to her. “Can you please leave the room?” You ask again, your voice wobbly, as you lack confidence in you successfully fighting the urge to not fall to your knees. But Hela has you wrapped around her finger, and you both know that.
“I will not leave the room. And as your Queen I demand you to tell me why you request me to do so.” She walks over to you, and her hands lay on your hips and force you to face her. Her towering figure makes your knees want to crumble. Why did I try to prank a goddess?
“I-I-I…” you start explaining, yet her strong fiery gaze makes you forget how to speak. Makes you forget what words are.
“Go on.” She presses, a smirk now defined on her face. Loving the way you are practically crumbling at her feet.
“I-I was trying to prank you.” You whisper, ashamed of your attempt.
“Well as your Queen, you need to make it up to me. I think it is fair enough to force you to sleep naked tonight.” She whispers against your neck. Her hands force your towel to drop on the floor, and she carries you over to the bed. You melt into her arms, your body already giving out.
Jane Foster !
“Jane, can you leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask. She looks up from the sheets of paper and photographs that lay on the bed. She is currently editing her next scientific report. Finding it better to edit the report when it is printed, and all her photographic evidence laying beside her.
“Is everything alright?” She asks, confused by your question. She has literally seen and dealt with some of the world's strangest physics situations and they have left her confused for sure. But not as confused as she is feeling right now. Her scientific brain already try to come up for possible reasons why you ask her that.
Is she wanting to break up with me? Is she getting annoyed that I am focusing on my report more than her the last couple weeks. Because I swear Y/N said she is fine with it, and doesn’t mind that she works on the report. Because it makes me happy, and she loves seeing me happy.
Is she feeling insecure? Did I or someone else do or say something to make her insecure? Is it the toxic influencers on the internet making you feel insecure? Because they don’t know shit. I remember one time when Y/N said that you saw a workout influencer say she fixed her extreme case of scoliosis by working out at the gym ‘only’. If you are insecure about how your body looks, hopefully you have realised by now I love your body so much, more than I love space. Also, if you didn’t ask that question I wouldn’t have paid any attention to you getting dressed and I would still be focusing on my work. So I would even look up at you, which could possibly make your possible insecurities worse.
When you heard only silence coming from her direction, you turned your body over to her. You see Jane’s face going blank as time went on, obviously deep in thought. You knew she was already stressed out with work, now you are causing her to stress out. It hurts you, it shatters your heart. You walk up to her, and rub your hands up and down her shoulders, snapping her back to the present moment. She looks up at you, and you place a kiss on her forehead, relieving any press up in her brain. She sighs at the contact.
“I am so sorry to make your brain go into overdrive. I know you are already stressed with this report. I was just trying to prank you. I was so excited, I completely forgot all about this report.” You mumbled against her forehead. Her hands reach up to the back of your head, massaging it in a way that tells you she is okay.
Kate Bishop !
”Hey Kate, can you leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask, as you walk towards the wardrobe.
Kate looks up at you, puzzled. Lucky also follows Kate’s eyesight, and stares at you as well. Kate closes her laptop, her focus all on you. Instead of trying to wrap her head around her university work, she is trying to wrap her head around the question you ask her. The only time she can remember you asking that was when Clint came over to her house. She completely understood why in that situation. But no one is here except her, Lucky, and you.
“Is everything okay?” Kate asks, sitting up on the bed. Getting more serious about this conversation.
“Yeah, everything is okay. Trust.” And she does. Kate trusts you with her life. She makes a mental note to talk to you about this later, cause something is feeling off. She calls Lucky to follow her out the bedroom door.
“Lucky can stay here.” You call out to her just before they leave the room. Okay, what? Kate whips her head to look at you, and you look back at them. To see both of their heads peering out from the corner like Scooby-Doo and Shaggy.
“So the dog can stay here but not me?” She questions, a confused chuckle leaving her lips.
“Lucky is half blind.” You commented, before searching your wardrobe for clothes to wear.
“Something is up, tell me what it is.” She says, as she stalks up from behind you. Her hands wrap around your stomach, forcing you to lean against her. Kate attacks your shoulders and neck with kisses, and you tap out on the prank.
“It’s a prank? It’s a prank!” You screamed out, as she licks and kisses the sensitive part of your neck.
“You pranked me? I am so wounded.” She comments. With her hands she forces you to face her way. “I think the only way you can make it up to me, is letting me see you naked. We can kick Lucky out the room, if you want me to.” She winked, before repeatedly kissing your lips.
Loki Laufeyson !
“Can you please leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask, looking towards your boyfriend. He is currently lying in bed playing with his magic tricks.
Instead of answering you, Loki remains quiet as he ignores your question. So you ask him again if he can leave the room. He once again ignores you.
“Why are you ignoring me?” You ask, wanting to already give up on this prank. He finally looks up at you, but he still plays with his magic trick.
Loki lets out a slight egotistical chuckle, before smirking towards you. “I don’t need to leave the room, I have seen you naked multiple times before.”
You watch him get up from your shared bed, and he walks over to you. His eyes narrow down on you intensely, making you feel like he is a predator and your prey. He lets out another sly chuckle, before cupping your face. He leans in near your ear and whispers “If you have forgotten the times when I have seen you naked, perhaps I should perform a magic trick and show you them.”
Your face immediately reddens, unsure of what to do. You knew you should’ve expected some time of boldness, but you weren’t expecting that. He smiles at your frozen state, before leaning back down to your ear and whispering “You would like that wouldn’t you?”
Maria Hill !
“Hey, lovie, can you please leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask, walking into the bedroom, your body wrapped up with a towel.
Maria looked up from her laptop, and stopped typing, as her mind processes what you just asked her. Although her job teaches her how to do the opposite, she can’t help but let her mind spiral into negative thoughts.
“Did I do something wrong?” She asks, slowly, scared of your possible answer. Her mouth started turning down, and you immediately hated yourself. Walking over to her, you cupped her face and kissed her lips.
“No you did absolutely nothing, trust me. I just saw this prank while you were gone on a mission. And I wanted to do it to you when you got back.” You say, kissing away her worries.
“You tried to prank me? The Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. That is a very brave action, I respect you for that.” She whispers. Her hands reach for your hips, and grab you to sit on her.
“So you only respect me? You don’t want me to pay for what I have done?” You ask. Your lips turn from a smirk to a pout, as you gaze into her eyes. And her eyes flick up and down from your eyes, lips, and to the top of your breasts that is peaking out from your towel.
She pulls her face away from yours, taking a second to think of a response. “Hm, I think it is only fair that we have a shower together, and see if you still want to try and attempt that prank on me.” She responds, a small smirk present on her face.
“I already had a shower just then.” You commented.
“Well, this is payback for your stunt. Anyways, S.H.I.E.L.D pays for this apartment and any of its bills, so we don’t need to worry about the water bill.” She comments, before picking you up and carrying you back to the bathroom. Maria carries you over her shoulder. So when Maria looks at the bathroom mirror when she enters the room, a visible groan leaves her lips when your position doesn’t quite cover your backside. Let’s just say, during the shower Maria got very distracted.
Matt Murdock !
“Love, can you please leave the room so I can get changed?” You asked, walking out of the bathroom. He hears your heart beat intensely pounding in your chest.
Just like the good partner he is, he listens to your commands, and starts walking towards the bedroom door. When it struck him, I am blind.
“Why do I need to leave, I can’t see you getting changed either way?” He asks, laughing at his stupidity for forgetting all about that.
“Sorry.” You whispered between a tight lipped and bashful smile. He hears it, and turns to where you are standing. “I was trying to prank you, I didn’t think about the blind thing.”
“Neither did I.” He laughs in your ear as he slides behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “But because you wanted to be so mean and deprive me of a good time, I say you should do the opposite now.” He smirks against your neck. His breath heating up your neck, killing you in the most amazing way.
“Yeah, and what do you suggest?” You ask, sprinting around in his hold. Your hands wrap around his neck.
Placing kisses all around his face, he responds. “I think I deserve some time to trance every inch of your body. For at least an hour or two. That is my legal opinion.” He smirks, pressing a long passionate kiss against your lips.
Natasha Romanoff !
“Hey baby, do you mind leaving the room so I can get changed into my pjs?” You ask, walking into your bedroom with a towel wrapped around your body. She is currently laying on your shared bed. Natasha looks up from her phone, her face completely confused. One of her eyebrows shooting upwards, her mouth agape, and her facial muscles tight.
“What did you just ask?” Natasha questions. You try your best not to squeeze your legs together, not wanting her to see what affects her (and her thick Russian accent) is doing to you.
“Can you please leave the room so I can change?” You repeated. Your gaze towards her reads like it is very clear what you are asking her to do.
“Why would I? It is nothing I have seen before. I have seen your naked body more times than I can count. So I shouldn’t have to leave the room. Unless you are wanting to surprise me?.” She says, her voice a little higher at the last sentence. Unsure of what possible surprise you could have in stall for her, to make you want her to leave the room.
You walk towards Natasha, and she meets you halfway. She grabs your hips and forces you closer to her, till basically your stomachs are touching each other’s. “So why should I leave the room, darling?” Natasha asks, her voice smooth but smoky.
The intensity and heat within the room rose dramatically after that question left her beautiful mouth. You can’t hold it in anymore, she is getting under your skin in the best way possible. “Okay, this is a prank. I saw it online this morning, and I wanted to try it on you tonight.” You confessed.
A smirk forms on Natasha’s face as she goes into deep thought. ”Well, I can think of a great way to get payback on you.” Natasha started, her hands rubbing up and down your sides. One of her hands finds a gap in between your towel, and she grazes her finger on your bikini line. This sends shivers down your spine. “Since you didn’t want me to see you naked, how about tonight you sleep naked? I would say that is pretty fair, don’t you?” She asks.
She smiles at your head nodding in agreement. Her hands find themselves up to the top of your towel. She unravels the fabric around your body, before grabbing your hand and leading you into bed. Before you two doze off, she places kisses all over your shoulder, back, and neck as her hands roam up and down your body, spending the most amount of time near your private parts.
Okoye !
“Hey Okoye, can you leave the room for a sec, so I can get changed?” You asked. She had just come from a political meeting, where she had to stand by as guards for the King and listen to utter bullshit coming from the other politician’s mouth. Now she has to come back home, and hear that bullshit. Unbelievable.
“Why should I do that, Y/N/N?” She asks back, a slight smirk forming on her face.
“Because I am your wife. And when we got married you said you would always respect my wishes.” You answered, turning you back against her as you looked for clothes to get changed into.
“But here's the thing, every single night we shower and get dressed together. And because I came home later than normally because of the meeting, I wasn’t able to have a shower with you, and she was naked. I think it is only fair, if you get changed in front of me.” She retaliates. You bit the inside of your cheek, can’t say no to that.
You walk to where she is standing behind you. Okoye pulls you closer to her by your waist. You press a quick kiss on her lips. “I wanted to prank you tonight with that. I hate that meeting so much. I was looking forward to pranking you.” You pouted.
“You and I both agree with hating the meeting.” She responds. While she has you wrapped around her in a hug, she uses her skilful assassin moves for good (like always) and undo the towel that wraps around your body.
When the towel drops onto the floor, her hands begin romancing around, gripping and squeezing the places she loves the most. “Perfection.” She whispers into your ear.
Peter Parker !
As you exited the bathroom, trying your best to hide your grin. While at university, you overheard this prank that someone did on their significant other, and you decided to do it on Peter tonight. He had just snuck into the apartment via the windows.
You enter the main room and walk over to the wardrobe. Peter blushes intensely, not expecting to come home to you walking around naked with just a towel wrapped around you.
“Hey, Pete. Do you mind leaving the room for a sec, while I get changed?” You ask, trying you best to bite back a smile.
Peter stood there dumbfounded. “We live in a studio apartment. Do you want me to leave the apartment?” He asks. A small chuckle leaves his mouth, a very concerned one. He is still in his Spider-Man suit. You two just moved to this apartment, and he is pretty sure his neighbours don’t want to see Spider-Man being their neighbour, or Peter just in his boxers waiting outside your apartment.
“Yeah, and?” You ask. He responds by repeating all the thoughts that went through his mind. Shit, I didn’t think this through.
A shameful smile escaped into your face, as you internally mock yourself for being stupid. “So, I may have tried to prank you.” You mumbled, and Peter heard it clear as day.
A heartfelt laugh escaped his lips, as he walked over to you. “I can tell.” He laughed.
Pietro Maximoff !
“Hey Piet, can you please leave the room so I can change?” You ask as you walk out of the bathroom towards the wardrobe.
“Why?!” He asks, his voice high, unsure of why you asked that. You know he has seen every part of your body and that he worships and loves your body. So why hide it from him now, all of the sudden.
“What do you mean why?” You ask back, facing him. The pure shock that has laced his facial features nearly made you laugh and therefore not complete the prank. You bite down on your lip, trying to act links you are confused on why he asks that.
“Why would I leave the room? I have never done that for years now. You only did that during our first couple months.” He asks, while he walks slowly up to you.
“You would leave the room as a sign of respect to your girlfriend, as you should listen and do what she asks.” You laughed, unsure where he was going.
You turn you back against Pietro again and search through the wardrobe for some clothes to wear. Meanwhile, Pietro speed runs towards you, and positions himself between you and the wardrobe. His hands on his hips.
“Yes?” You ask, moving to the side to continue looking for clothes. He grabs you by the hips, forcing you to stand in front of him.
“Why are you doing this? Listen if you are surprising me with some lingerie, I am more than happy and interested to watch you put it on. Even help you.” He winks.
“I am not doing that.” You chuckle, before your eyes move to search the wardrobe again. One hand cups your jaw, and forces you to look at him again.
“Then why are you doing this?” He asks, in a serious tone.
“Because I am pranking you.” You stated. He stands still, his mouth agape. He’s completely shocked. You laugh at his reaction.
“You pranked the prank master? Well done draga. But now you are going to make up for it.” He says, before picking you up and carrying you bridal style to the bed.
Lady Sif !
“Sif, are you able to leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask as you enter your shared quarters.
Sif looks up at you, confused, wondering why you would ask that. She has seen your naked form so many times, she has lost track. But being the very respectful warrior she is, she walks out of the room. Planting a small kiss on your forehead as she passes and a ‘of course, my love’ leaving her lips.
Just before she was about to open the bedroom door you called out her name. Her head snaps over to you and your direction.
“I was just pranking you. You don’t have to leave the room. I want you here. Nearby me, with me.” You stated. Blush rose up onto Sif’s face, before she walked back over to you.
“That was very cheeky, my darling. I hope you know that as a warrior I don’t allow you to do this without me paying you back.” She winked and chuckled slowly. Shivers run through your spine. You nearly melt at the sight of her smile.
T'Challa !
”Hey love, are you able to leave the room so I can get changed?” You ask as you walk past him on the bed. He sits up, watching you walk past him, practically ignoring him. Like you expect him to immediately have left the room.
“May I ask for the reason why you want me to do this? I have seen you naked many times, my dear.” He speaks up, walking over to you. As you find what clothes to wear, he sneaks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You two both swayed side to side at the same time.
“I just wanna have some alone time tonight when I get changed. So is it alright if you can leave?” You ask, leaning your head into his embrace.
“Yes, whatever you ask.” He replies. You smile to yourself, god you feel so lucky, dating a man who listens to what you want.
Before he walks over to the bedroom door you call out his name.
“Yes, Y/N.” He says, his voice smooth like honey, and as sweet as tea.
“I am kidding. You can stay. Your sister told me about this prank she saw on the internet when we went out for lunch today. She begged for me to do the prank on her.” You honestly told him. His jaw drops, as he swims in betrayal. You laugh at his stunned body.
Your laughter brings a smile to his face as he walks on over to you. You begin undressing and getting changed, and T’Challa stares at you. Trying his best to be respectful, but he can’t be around you when you are teasing him.
You look up at him while you put on your pants, and say “like what you see?” A low pitched hum of agreement left his lips, as he continued staring at you.
As you walk over to him, you press a kiss on his lips, finally bringing him back to the present moment. He remembers what you said only a few moments ago. About you and Shuri. “You better not tell Shuri what happened. She would kill me with annoyance.” He laughs, pulling you towards the bed.
Valkeyrie !
“Hey, Val.” You say entering your bedroom. You walk on over to where she is laying on your bed playing games. Sitting down next to her on the we of the bed, you brush the hair off her face, and she smiles up at you. “Are you able to leave the room for a couple seconds while I change?” You ask, placing a kiss on her temple.
She gently pushes you off her, confused. You look down at her, eyebrows raised. She raises her eyebrows back at you, looking at you like you had just grown two heads. Valkeyrie chucked her demo controller and headphones to the other side of the bed, closing the game she was currently playing.
“What did you just ask me?” She asked, her hands firmly holding onto your hips. She lifts you up like you weigh nothing, and forces you to straddle her lap.
You try your best to hide your smile as she stares up at you with sad puppy dog eyes. She has just been told the worst thing - she can’t see you naked. You wounded her, twisted the knife multiple times.
“Can you please leave the room so I can get changed?” You whispered, kissing her temple multiple times.
“Nope.” Valkyrie grins, her hands tightening around your hips.
“So you don’t respect me?” You ask.
“I do, but I deserve to see all sides of you. And you were born without clothes, it is destiny that you should be naked in front of me.” She laughs. You roll your eyes at her silly argument, before cupping her face. Leaning down for a kiss, you whispered against her lips, “well if that is the case, I guess you need to undress me.”
Valkyrie smirks into the kiss. While you two makeup out, her hands keep rummaging around your body, already trying to take off your clothes. When you break away to breathe, she takes her chance to take off all your clothes. Leaving you bare.
For the next couple of hours, Valkyrie makes you pay back for the absolute pain you caused her. By forcing you to sit on her lap while she plays. Completely ignoring your wines and your desperate attempts to find release. Let’s just say, after that hour, you soaked her pants.
Wanda Maximoff !
“Hey babe. How’s your day?” You ask as you walk straight past her on the bed, and straight to your shared walk in wardrobe. You close the door more than three quarters of the way, before going over to your side of the wardrobe. Picking out some pyjamas to wear.
“Today was good, just did some training with Natasha, and had some lunch with Piet.” She answered. When she heard lots of movement coming from the wardrobe, she raised her eyebrows, unsure of what was happening in there.
“Yeah, well that sounds good. Where did you and Piet go for lunch?” You ask, just as you were walking out of your wardrobe.
Wanda just stared at you, silently, as thousands of thoughts rushed through her head. If you were wanting to change and she was in the bedroom or bathroom, you would normally get dressed in front of you while you two talked. It was one of the things that made Wanda feel human and normal, and not some kind of monster the media says she is. So what has happened to make you not do that?
“Hey, why didn’t you get changed in front of me while you changed? You always do that if I am in another room in this bedroom while we are talking. You always want to be in the same room as me for these conversations? Did I do anything wrong to upset you?” She asks, moving herself towards the edge of the bed. She sat down, staring straight up at you, confused and hurt.
She looks like an injured puppy, her eyes big and watery. It shattered your heart, you didn’t want this outcome when you saw the prank. Your hands cup her cheeks, forcing her to look directly in your eyes. “Wanda, I am so sorry, but this was a joke, love. One of my friends from work said they did this to their boyfriend, and I wanted to try it on you. You did nothing wrong, nothing at all that could possibly upset me. You are utterly amazing with the way you treat me.”
Wanda lets out a huge sigh of relief then a laugh. You watch as she falls onto the bed dramatically, clutching her stomach. “You alright, Wanda, baby?” You ask.
“You know karma will always come after you. But I know a way for you to make it up to me, so karma doesn’t bite you.”
“Yeah, what is it?” You ask, a smirk forming on your face.
“I will let you know, honey. Just don’t ever do that prank again, I nearly had a heart attack.” You laughed alongside Wanda, and joined her on the bed. Laying your head on her shoulder, one of her hands strokes up and down your arm while she litters your face in kisses. Wanda smiles to herself, as her heart flutters. Pranks also make me feel human, noted.
Yelena Belova !
“Hey baby, are you able to step out of the room, so I can get changed really quickly?” You ask as you enter the room. You have just gotten back home from work. As you walked towards the wardrobe, your mind didn't even recognise that yelena in fact hasn't left the bedroom like what you asked her to do. You don't even hear her getting out of bed and walking over to you. You mind to focus on the comfort of wearing your pyjamas after such a long day at work.
As your body inched closer and closer to the wardrobe, your mind and body didn't even react to Yelena’s hand against your shoulder trying to get you to look at her. You mind and body doing its own thing, and not letting anything come in the way with you putting on some comfy clothes.
Yelena groans out in annoyance, before letting go off your shoulder, and running past you. She blocks the door to the walk-in-wardrobe, as she just wants to know why you want her to leave the room. This is not how you normally act.
You bump into Yelena, letting out an ‘ow!’.
“Why am I not allowed to be near you when you change? I have literally seen you naked multiple times, I know every single thing about your body even when I am blindfolded. So why can I see you get naked now, because I have seen it thousands of times. And trust me there is nothing you need to be ashamed about.” Yelena blurted out, both of her hands now resting on your shoulders.
You stepped back and blocked a couple times, trying to remember why you told her that. When it clicked. “I wanted to prank you.”
Yelena lets out a soft laugh, before staring back at you with a smirk present on her face. “You wanted to prank me? Well now you are gonna have to get changed in front of me? I think it is quite fair, don’t you, sugar?”
Blush rises instantly in your cheeks, and your head tilts downward to hide your blush. “Now, now, don’t be acting all shy. You had the guts to prank me, now find that same guts to get undressed in front of me.”
❝ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ❞ R.R ( guardians of the galaxy )
pairing rocket raccoon & fem! teen! reader 🪽.
synopsis 𖥧 rocket is a genius, a mastermind criminal, a hell of an inventor, he does not need to be the human kid's favourite... or so he tells himself.
content 𖥧 fem/afab reader, reader is a teen (15-18), reader is human like Peter.
💬 : i need to hold him in my arms and squish him like a plushie fr
🏷 : @mavixgirl
The air on the artificially-constructed world of Kalos-IV was a peculiar thing, a permanent, climate-controlled twilight that tasted faintly of copper and recycled ozone. It was the kind of place where legitimate business went to die a quiet death, and illegitimate business thrived in the cacophonous, neon-lit chaos that took its place. The market, known only to those who needed to know it as the “Bazaar of a Thousand Regrets,” was a sprawling, multi-leveled labyrinth of stalls, temporary structures, and repurposed cargo containers. It was the exact sort of place where a well-meaning Nova Corps officer would tell you to never, ever go, and the exact sort of place where the Milano’s crew found themselves at least once a quarter for supplies that couldn’t be found anywhere else.
You’d been walking for what felt like hours. The initial thrill of seeing the impossible array of alien species—hulking, four-armed Brinaris, hissing, translucent Yautja, and squat, fur-covered Vellusi—had long since given way to a bone-deep weariness. Your feet ached in your boots. The constant press of bodies, a tide of strange textures and smells, was exhausting. Peter was up ahead, his red leather jacket a familiar beacon in the crowd as he chatted with Drax about something you couldn’t quite hear over the din. Gamora walked beside you, her posture a study in coiled alertness, her eyes scanning the crowd with the practiced ease of a former assassin.
And then there was Rocket.
He was trying to navigate the forest of legs, his small, furry form a stark contrast to the towering aliens that surrounded him. He was grumbling, a constant, low-level stream of profanity directed at the shins of a group of oblivious, six-legged Lax’thorians who had just blocked his path for the third time. His ears were flat against his head, his tail twitching with irritation. He was a master engineer, a brilliant tactician, a being capable of building a bomb that could crack a small moon, but here, in the Bazaar of a Thousand Regrets, he was a creature of shin-height, constantly jostled and overlooked.
You watched him for a moment longer, a familiar, fond ache settling in your chest. It was the same feeling you got when you saw him doze off after a long job, his small body curled up on a pile of scrap metal in the Milano’s cargo bay, or when he’d get so caught up explaining the intricate workings of a new gun that his voice would lose its usual cynical edge and become animated, bright. He was, in your opinion, the most incredible person—raccoon, person—you’d ever met.
Another alien, a massive, lumbering creature with tusks the size of your forearm, jostled Rocket, nearly sending him sprawling. The sharp, angry yelp that escaped him was your final cue.
Without a second thought, you broke away from Gamora’s side. You moved through the crowd with a singular focus, bending at the waist as you reached him. Your arms slid around his small, tense body, and in one fluid motion, you scooped him up.
“Wha- HEY!” Rocket’s protest was immediate, a startled, indignant yelp. For a split second, he was a whirlwind of fur and panic, his claws twitching instinctively. “Put me down! What in the- I was FINE! I had it under control! I was about to bite that guy’s ankle clean off!”
But you were already settling him against your chest, cradling him like a very bristly, very argumentative baby. You held him securely, one arm beneath him, the other wrapped around his back, mindful, as you always were, to keep your hand away from the base of his tail and to not put any pressure on his ears. He was warm and surprisingly solid.
You looked down at him, a sleepy, utterly unbothered smile playing on your lips. The exhaustion of the long day had softened your features, and there was a gentle, dreamy look in your eyes. “Now you won’t get pushed around,” you said, your voice soft, meant only for him. “Or stepped over. I don’t mind carrying you.”
He froze, the fight draining out of him as quickly as it had come. This had happened before. Twice, actually. Once on a chaotic spaceport on Tivanus, and once during a particularly long trek through a muddy swamp planet. Both times, he had grumbled, he had protested, he had insisted he was perfectly capable of walking on his own four paws, thank you very much. And both times, he had ended up silent and still in your arms, lulled by the steady rhythm of your heartbeat and your warmth.
This time was no different. His ears, which had been flattened in annoyance, began to relax. His tail, which had been lashing, gave a final, half-hearted flick and then curled loosely around your wrist. He didn’t look at you, his gaze fixed stubbornly on the sleeve of your jacket, but the tension in his small frame was melting away by the second. It was impossible to stay angry while being held like this. You were so warm.
He’d never admit it, but it was a heat he craved. Humans, he’d discovered, ran warmer than most humanoid species. And sleepy humans? Sleepy humans were like portable space heaters. And you, a young human, were the warmest of all. Your body was smaller, he’d reasoned to himself the first time this happened, so the heat was just more concentrated. A perfect, fur-sink-into-it warmth. And the smell. He’d never mention that, either. It wasn’t perfume or cologne, none of that chemical garbage. It was just… you. The soft, sweet scent of vanilla from that stupidly expensive body soap you liked, mixed with the spicier, warmer scent of gingerbread from the shampoo Peter always made sure to stock for you.
He let out a long, slow breath, his body going limp against you. The cacophony of the market faded to a dull roar. The press of the crowd no longer mattered. Your arms were a safe harbor, your chest a soft, warm pillow. His eyes grew heavy. The rhythmic sway of your walk, the gentle rise and fall of your breathing, it was all too much. He was tired. Tired from the job, tired from navigating a galaxy that wasn’t built for his size, tired from pretending he didn’t like this. His eyes closed. His little paws, which had been braced against your arm, relaxed and curled inward. Within minutes, he was asleep.
He drifted back to consciousness an hour later, slowly, like surfacing through warm water. The first thing he registered was the continued, gentle rocking motion of your walk. The second was the soft fabric of your jacket against his cheek. The third was the sound of voices. Gamora, to his left, and you, to his… everywhere. He was still cradled in your arms.
He kept his eyes firmly shut. Groot was back on the Milano, busy with growing in his new pot, which meant no one was going to tattle on him for being awake. He could just… stay here. Just for a little while longer. He burrowed his face a fraction of an inch deeper into the crook of your arm, feigning the deep, boneless sleep of the truly exhausted.
“…do find some similarities,” you were saying. Your voice was a low, sleepy murmur, and he felt the words vibrate through your chest, a soothing hum against his fur. “The sense of humor is… I mean, I think a lot of it is just human. It’s the same kind of stupid. And the music thing, obviously.”
“Yes,” Gamora’s voice was a smooth, thoughtful contralto. “I have noticed that Quill’s nostalgia is a powerful force. It is… endearing. At times.” There was a pause. “Do you find comfort in it? His familiarity? Being of the same race, in a place so far from your home world?”
You were quiet for a moment. Rocket felt your grip on him tighten almost imperceptibly. “Yeah, I do,” you said finally. “It’s nice to have someone who just… gets it. Without having to explain. The little things, you know? Like what a dog is, or why Christmas is a big deal. He makes it less… lonely.”
“Then he is your favorite,” Gamora stated, and there was a hint of a knowing smile in her voice. “Among us. It is only natural.”
Rocket felt a strange, cold knot tighten in his stomach. Favorite. Of course the kid’s favorite was Quill. Same planet, same stupid music, same stupid… everything. It was logical. It was fine. He didn’t care. He was a master criminal, a genius, he didn’t need to be some human kid’s favorite. The knot tightened further. It wasn’t a nice feeling.
And then your arms tightened around him. It was a subtle movement, but to Rocket, who had his eyes closed and his senses attuned to you in a way he refused to analyze, it was as clear as a shout. You had stopped walking.
“Peter?” you said, and there was a strange note in your voice. A note of… confusion? Disbelief? “No.”
Rocket’s ears, hidden against your chest, twitched.
“No?” Gamora echoed, her voice genuinely curious now.
“No,” you repeated, firmer this time. “My favorite is Rocket.”
The cold knot in Rocket’s stomach evaporated, replaced by a sudden, electric jolt. A surge of something hot and fierce and utterly wonderful shot through him. His heart, which he was sure had just stopped, started beating again, double-time. He was intensely grateful his face was hidden.
“Rocket?” Gamora’s voice was a mix of surprise and dawning amusement. “Not Quill?”
“Rocket,” you confirmed. Your voice was soft, but there was a bedrock of conviction in it. You looked down at the 'sleeping' bundle in your arms, and though Rocket kept his eyes closed, he could feel your gaze. It was like a physical warmth. “He’s my favourite. He’s the coolest person I know.”
Rocket’s tail, which had been lying limply around your wrist, gave an involuntary twitch and curled more around it. Coolest. She said coolest.
“I mean, he’s a raccoon, I know,” you continued, a small, fond smile in your voice, “but he’s like… the coolest friend I have. All of his inventions are incredible. Do you know he built a bomb once that could’ve blown up a mountain? And he made a toaster? Do you know how difficult is it to make a toaster? He’s a genius. A grumpy, sometimes bite-y genius, but a genius. And he’s loyal. He’d never, ever leave anyone behind. How could he not be my favorite?”
Rocket was beaming. It was a full-body experience. If anyone had been looking at the small, furry creature cradled in your arms, they would have seen a sleeping raccoon whose mouth had curved into a distinct, smug little smile. His mind was already racing ahead, cataloging the perfect moment to bring this up. Later. On the ship. When Quill was being particularly insufferable. He’d just saunter up, maybe clean his claws nonchalantly, and drop the bomb. "The kid says I’m her favourite, you know. Said I was the coolest. Which, by the transitive property of coolness, means I am objectively cooler than you. I don’t make the rules, Quill, I just get to rub your face in them." He was going to savor it.
Gamora laughed. It was a low, genuine sound. “I understand completely,” she said. “He is… formidable. In a very small, very angry package. I would pick him over Quill, as well. I would pick anyone over Quill, for that matter.”
“Hey!” Peter’s voice rang out from a few paces ahead. He had turned around, his hands on his hips, a look of mock outrage on his face. “I heard that! I heard both of you!”
“What is it you humans say? ‘No offense’?”
“Hell no!” Peter started walking backward, keeping his eyes on you. “I am taking offense! I am writing this down in my journal, and I am holding this grudge until the day I die! My own species, kid! My own flesh and blood! betrayed by my favorite saying her favorite is the furry gremlin who got me to steal my prosthetic leg that one time!”
Drax, who had been walking patiently beside Peter, looked between him and the group with a placid expression. “I, too, would choose the rabbit,” he stated, his voice a low rumble that carried through the crowd. “His methods, while unorthodox, demonstrate a tactical cunning that Quill sorely lacks. Quill relies on dance-offs and luck. Those are not reliable strategies.”
“His name is Rocket, he’s not a rabbit, and you are all dead to me!” Peter declared, spinning back around and stalking forward with exaggerated indignation.
In your arms, Rocket’s smile had grown so wide it was threatening to split his face. He listened to Peter’s sputtering protests, to Drax’s matter-of-fact insults, to Gamora’s quiet, amused chuckles. He was warm, he was comfortable, he was surrounded by the sounds of his dysfunctional, bickering family, and he was, unequivocally, undeniably, the favorite.
He let out a contented sigh, a tiny sound he was sure no one would hear over Peter’s continued grumbling about “loyalty” and “the sanctity of the human connection.” He shifted slightly in your arms, pretending to be readjusting in his sleep, and buried his face deeper into the soft, vanilla-and-gingerbread scent of your jacket.
He didn’t open his eyes. He wasn’t going to. Not until they were back on the Milano. Not until he’d had at least another hour of this. This, he decided, was his favorite thing. The kid—his kid—was his favorite. And that was a secret he was perfectly fine with everyone knowing, even if he’d never, ever say it out loud. For now, this was perfect. He was right where he belonged.
Every single one of my fictional crushes would be covered in bite marks btw. I’d have to be muzzled 70% of the time bc biting is my love language. I’d be such a fucking menace. Especially the more muscular ones they literally have built in chew toys
I am so normal and can be trusted with marvel women. Please give me marvel women. I won’t bite them. I am so normal about marvel women. Please give them to me
Any Female Character x GN!Reader - Male character version here!
Summary: You wake up early to make hot chocolate and she loves it.
Warnings: a lil suggestive? cute cuddly morning, fluff
Word Count: 1k
A/n: I'm so excited to be starting my Christmas challenge! Requests are still open so check out my master list linked at the end of the fic! There are no descriptions of the reader, possibly implied that they are shorter but could be a similar height, just not like a foot taller or anything. The image in the header is just for the vibes, no description.
You stood in front of the stove, stirring a whisk through a pot as you felt two delicate hands slide around your middle. You felt her warmth against your back and hummed softly, leaning into her touch.
"Good morning" You mumbled out, sleep still clinging to your voice.
She nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in before replying with a soft "Morning", her lips grazing your skin.
Her eyes stayed shut as she sniffed, smelling something sweet and maybe, chocolatey?
"Mm, smells good" she lifted her face so only her chin was resting on your shoulder "What's cookin' good lookin'?"
You couldn't see it but you could feel the sleepy smirk gracing her lips, making you smile at the thought.
"Hot chocolate, thought it might be nice on a chilly day like this"
"You're perfect, y'know that?"
"It's just hot chocolate"
"Not just that, everything"
"Everything huh?"
"Everything"
"So one might say, every little thing I do is magic?"
"Aaaand you ruined it"
You laughed, flicking the stove off and turning around in her grasp "Well, can I try and make it up to you?"
She grinned, leaning closer so her lips grazed yours as she spoke "You can try"
You closed the distance, pressing your lips to her softly. There was no rush for once, your busy lives stilled, it might not have been for long but it was long enough for you to enjoy a rainy day and a cool morning with nothing but each other. And hot chocolate.
"Mmm" she pulled back, licking her lips "Cinnamon?"
"A magician never reveals a secret"
"Nutmeg?"
"Magician. Secret"
"Oooh, I know"
"I bet you don't"
"I bet I do"
"Yeah Martha Stewart? What's my secret to culinary excellence?"
She rolled her eyes before leaning in, lips brushing your ear, breath hot against your skin.
"Love"
"Love?"
"Love"
"Not exactly an ingredient, but sure"
She smiled, dipped down and captured your lips in a kiss. The moment grew heated, your arms looping around her neck and she walked you backwards until you hit the bench. You pulled back, hopping onto the bench and tugging her back in by the collar of her faded old pajama shirt. One of her hands rested on your hip, the other disappearing. After a moment, she pulled back, breathless and triumphant.
"What's with that look?" You panted.
"This?" she pointed to her face "Oh, nothing. I just discovered your secret ingredient"
"Oh yeah? Go on, I'll give you three guesses" You grinned smugly.
"Hmm" she pretended to think "Vanilla?"
"Nope"
"Salt?"
"Nope"
"Well I just don't know, is it maybe…." she whipped her hand out, revealing a small bottle "A dab of hot sauce?"
You gasped, playfully snatching the bottle from her hand with a pout.
"That's cheating!"
"No. It's called being resourceful"
"Oh, resourceful? How about you try and be resourceful and find yourself your own hot chocolate?"
"You wouldn't do that to me"
"Oh, wouldn't I?"
"You, you're a- a-"
"A what?"
"A- an evil elf!"
"Evil? Oh yeah, that'll earn you a hot chocolate"
"So now I have to earn it?"
"Well I'm not just giving it away"
"You're not?" she fake pouted, puppy eyes at the ready.
"Well, maybe for a very special customer"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah" You checked the time "I'd better go out and find her before it gets too late"
You slid off the counter, slipping just by her before she grabbed your wrist, yanking you back against her chest.
"You" she paused for a kiss "Are" Another kiss "A" One more kiss "Menace"
"Feel like teaching me a lesson?"
"After" A kiss "The hot chocolate"
"Wow, you really want hot chocolate, don't you?" You chuckled.
"Hey, it's your fault for making it smell so delicious"
"You think it smells good? You should taste it"
"That's kinda what I've been trying to do"
"And here I thought you just liked me, shoulda known it was all for your own gain"
"My own gain? Sweetheart, I think you're getting something out of it"
"Maybe just a little bit of something" You grinned, slipping out of her hold and over to the stove "Here" You extended a mug "Taste away"
She took a sip, her face stern and emotionless.
"You didn't make this"
"Yes I did"
"No, nu uh, This is amazing-"
"Thank you"
"Last time you made toast I couldn't see through the smoke"
"Well that was a long time ago, I've learned since then"
"It was last Tuesday"
"And look, it's Monday already, so much time has passed"
"You learned to make this in the past couple of days, without setting a fire?"
"Yuppers"
"How?"
"Magic"
"Magic?"
"Magic……and a few gallons of milk at 3am"
"3am?!"
"I didn't want you to find out. It was a surprise"
"It surprises me that you didn't set me on fire while I slept"
"I'm not that bad"
"Do I have to remind you of when you tried to make eyeball cupcakes for Halloween?"
"Relax. The fire department got here in time"
She opened and closed her mouth, stopping to wrap her arms around you and place a gentle kiss to your forehead.
"I love you"
"I love you too" Your arms wound around her, your head resting on her shoulder as you let out a sleepy yawn.
"3am, huh?"
"Mhm. Worth it though"
"Yes, it's very tasty hot chocolate"
"Not that"
"Then what? You've been up for hours making it"
"Your face"
"My face is always here"
"I know that smartass" You paused, yawning again, eyes growing heavy "I mean, your face lit up. It was small, but I still loved it"
"My face always lights up around you, magic hot chocolate or not"
Your lips quirked up weakly against the old cotton, your grip tightening just a little.
"Baby" she started, a hand running up and down your back "Do you want to go back to bed"
"God yes"
She laughed lightly, guiding you back to your room, but not before checking that the stove was off. The fire department only just got there in time, she didn't want a repeat.
a/n: sorry to swap this to hcs but i couldnt find a canon compliant way to write this since gamora after thanos's death isn't the same gamora (+ reconnecting is very story-esque <3). BUT its a longer gif imagine if that helps!
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“You want us to go find y/n?!” Nebula pulled away from Gamora’s grasp on her arm as the plan was presented. “Y/N wants nothing to do with us! I’m not going to spend my time tracking them down across the galaxy.” Her protests didn’t faze her sister. They stood opposite of each other on the starship without a word for several moments before Gamora sighed.
“We don’t have to track them. I know where y/n is.” Gamora revealed, Nebula’s pitch black eyes grew wider at the realization.
“Where is y/n?!” Nebula shouted. “Are they safe?”
“We’re about to find out.” Gamora reached out and squeezed Nebula’s hand as she shifted uncomfortably. Nebula worried for you, but she needed to save herself and without you in the picture, there was less for her to protect herself from. “Peter is flying us to y/n’s new home. The Guardians got the intel while we were on a mission. I want y/n to be with us, we can protect them.”
“I…agree. I don’t like y/n being alone. But they can take care of themselves. When will we arrive?” Nebula’s voice softened, gaze shifted out the window.
“We arrive in the planet’s atmosphere in the next few minutes. I didn’t mean to mislead you, I just didn’t think you’d help.” Gamora’s admittance weighed heavy on Nebula’s heart.
“Of course I would have. I’d do anything to save y/n. I just didn’t think we’d ever find them.”
The Milano landed on your planet, Guardians pooling out of it as they assessed the new terrain. Gamora knew you didn’t work far from the spaceport. A bar for tourists—hiding in plain sight. And she was about to blow your cover with the rest of them. “Are you sure about this, Gamora? What if y/n just wants to be left alone?” Peter asked as they headed your way.
“Thanos will find them. I owe it to y/n to keep them safe.” Gamora reasoned.
“Yeah, but weren’t you all trained together? Y/N can probably take care of themself.” Peter’s line of questioning didn’t sit right with the sisters, and Nebula made that clear.
“No one asked you.” Nebula growled as they navigated the busy streets. A cue for the rest of the crew to keep their thoughts to themselves. Gamora finally reached the door of your bar and paused, rarely afraid but not ready for this confrontation. They left you alone, now here to make amends. To be a family the way a family should.
You perked your head up at the sound of the door opening—the bar was dark and the day was bright, you only saw silhouettes. “Welcome in.” You cheerily greeted until the door shut and your eyes adjusted. “Gamora?” You saw your sister’s green complexion, followed by Nebula’s blue and purple. “Nebula?” You dropped your rag and grabbed the gun you stashed under the counter, quickly aiming it at your sisters. “I’m not going back. Not without a fight!”
“Wait, wait, wait! We’re not with Thanos! Look, we’re just outlaws. All of us!” Peter panicked, throwing his hands in the air and running in front of your sisters. “We came here to…Gamora, help me out here.” She gently nudged him aside and walked past, Nebula in tow.
“We want to help you. And stop Thanos.” She explained, getting close enough to lower your gun. “I can’t keep running from this—letting him hurt others.” Nebula glared as if she wasn’t quite on board and you could see there was still a rift. Adding you to the mix might make it worse.
“I think you should come with us. They…can take care of you.” Nebula added timidly, uncomfortable by the emotion.
“I think I can take care of myself. So unless you want a drink, you can leave.” You warned and Peter, Rocket, and Drax all sat down.
