Marvel Preference- Their Favourite Body Part of Yours
Hair- Adam
Adam is fascinated by everything human about you, not just your actions but the way you look too. Your differences to his ‘perfection’ honestly make him blush, and your hair is definitely his favourite. He could watch you style, brush, wash and tame your hair all day
Eyes- Loki
Loki loves your eyes. They truly are the window to the soul, and Loki could get lost in yours forever. The way they can seduce him or make him bend to your every will. Your heated gaze tracking across his body pinning him to his place. The way they fill with softness and manage to manipulate him. Your eyes truly fascinate and enchant him
Lips- Pietro
Pietro has such a dirty mind and can’t help but love your lips. Sometimes he won’t hear what you’re saying because he’s too busy staring at them. Loves when you leave lipstick stains on him. Is a total creep and will watch you adamantly while you apply lip products. Will even beg for you to kiss him
Breasts- Sif
Being a warrior, Sif is usually around roughness and ridged forms all day, so being able to suck, touch and see your breasts, never fails to get her excited. The way they feel under touch and look in your dresses, brings her more joy then anything. She is no better then a man, and will stare all day
Stomach- Fandral
Fandral is a horny guy and likes all parts of you, but your stomach is his favourite. He isn’t 100% sure why; maybe it’s because it can be sexual, or it can be innocent. So close to your hips and waist that he loves to grab, but also his favourite place to lay while you play with his hair after a long day. Will stare when you reach up and your top rises up
Legs- Bob
Bob loves your legs. Loves when you put them on his lap while you watch tv. He loves kissing up them in the bedroom. He loves them in both a wholesome and naughty way. If you ever wear high heels and a dress, he may just cum in his pants
Hands- Eddie
Eddie craves your touch so much that his favourite part of you is your hands. Your hands bring both him and Venom so much comfort and peace. The way you stroke him hair, or even just the feel of his hand in yours. They also drive him wild because of how good your skilled hands and fingers can make him feel
Ass- Yelena
Yelena knows what she likes, and what she likes, is your ass. She is honestly shameless about it. There is rarely a moment when she isn’t touching, slapping or staring at it. She thanks god on days when you train together and you wear your tight workout pants
Thighs- Bucky
Bucky finds your thighs both comforting and sexy. He loves laying on them when you cuddle, but he also loves having them wrap around his head. Prefers cowgirl because it means he can grab onto them easier. Will beg you to train with him, but you know it’s just so you can wrap your thighs around him. Finds himself reaching for them when he’s anxious
Neck- Logan
Logan has an almost animalistic obsession with your neck. He’ll stare at it when you’re sweating and his mouth with go straight for it every time. He doesn’t necessarily light choking you, but his hand does always seem to find a way around your neck when you kiss. He will cover it in hickies because he’s a possessive bastard. Will also bury his face in your neck when you wake up together, feeling comforted by your warm skin and lovely smell
Summary: After years of heartache and pain to get to your special day, you and Natasha finally get your happy ending.
Warnings: Just lots of tear inducing fluff.
A/N: Did I cry writing this? YEAH MAYBE WHAT ABOUT IT!
I don’t feel weak but I do
Need sometimes for her to protect me
And reconnect me
To the beauty that I’m missin’
And in January we’re gettin’ married
The wind is harsh, whipping through your hair and stinging your face. The weatherman had predicted a much warmer day but this morning, nothing would get you down. You simply added another layer to your outfit as you walked up the steps to the chapel. You and your wife-to-be had split up this morning, not wanting to risk any bad luck before your big day, so you entered the large foyer by yourself.
Just around the corner was the room where you had placed your dress and all of your amenities for getting ready the day before. As soon as you stepped into the room your eyes found the long white dress which was hanging up near the vanity. It was perfect, having spoken to you the moment you put it on. You couldn’t wait for Natasha to see it. You just knew that her jaw was going to drop when she took in the sight of you in that beautiful dress. You were also incredibly excited to see what she had picked out as well.
There had been so many things that led you to this moment. A lot of the events that carried you to your wedding day were hard. Heart breaking even. Natasha had gone through a lot and so had you. That’s why you liked to think that this was your reward for sticking by one another’s sides through everything, good and bad.
You had made your way to the venue an hour early to give yourself time to shake off your nerves. Sitting down in front of the vanity you rubbed a hand over your mouth, taking in the sight of your own face. The time seemed to fly past as it wasn’t long before your mother was knocking on the door. Turning in your chair, you gave her a smile.
“Hi baby!” She said cheerfully, letting herself in and making her way over to you to hug your neck. “How long have you been here alone?”
“Don’t worry, I haven’t been here for very long.” You lie.
“Okay, good. Well, mommy is here now! Let’s start getting you ready. Your sister and your friends should be here soon so nothing’s stopping us from going ahead with things.” You nod, positioning yourself in your chair so that she can start on your hair.
Soon the door was opening and closing again and again as people joined the party. Your sister and four of your friends filed into the room as you struggled to turn around and greet them with your mom’s hands in your hair. Each time you tried to face them she would straighten your head out so she could do what she needed to do, making you chuckle. All of the new people in the room put their things down before crowding around the mirror to get a look at you.
“You’re going to look beautiful.” Your sister gives you a proud smile.
“Are you saying I look ugly now?”
“What? No!” She protests but you cut her off with a rich laugh.
“I’m just teasing you!” You tell her, nudging her with an arm. She returns the gesture and your mom gives her an annoyed look as she jostles you around, quickly stopping her movements.
“I wonder what Natasha looks like!” One of your friends chimes in.
“I know! God, I’m so nervous. I know she’s going to look beautiful!” You say, feeling your breathing becoming heavier.
“If you know she’s going to look beautiful, why are you nervous?”
“I’m scared I’m gonna start blubbering like a little baby.” You laugh. This causes everyone in the room to giggle as well, all putting soft hands on you to calm your nerves. You’re so grateful for all of them. You couldn’t imagine this day without them there.
Soon your mother is finished with your hair and they all begin working on different parts of your makeup. One girl does your foundation and contour, the next does your eye shadow and liner, the next does your lips and blush. Finally they bring you your dress, all hands on deck for helping you into the thing. It’s a little tricky to slide into but the moment it’s on and you get to see the whole beautiful picture, your chest starts to tighten. This is all just a glorious reminder that it is the happiest day of your life. You’re finally marrying your precious Natasha. No one knew her like you did. She needed you as much as you needed her. You truly were one another’s other half.
When you glanced up at the clock, you knew it was time. You were swimming in a sea of your own emotions as you tried to calm yourself, realizing that you were in the final stretch. All that waiting and hurt. Now you were finally here. Everyone except your mother said goodbye and left the room, leaving the two of you alone.
“You look absolutely stunning. And Natasha will too. My beautiful girls. It’s all going to be okay. You two were made for each other. Now all that’s left is to walk down that aisle and make it official.” You nod, fighting back the tears. You give your mom a big old bear hug. The moment you pull away she walks you down the hall to where your father is standing outside the main doors that lead into the chapel. As he takes in the sight of you he lets out a shaky breath.
“You look lovely sweetheart. Are you ready?” As you take his arm you look between both of your parents, smiling widely.
“For this? I was born ready.” You say. As she finally gets the cue from you your mom sneaks away to a side door where she finally takes her seat. Natasha is already standing on the altar, clenching and unclenching her fists. It was almost time. Soon you’d be walking through those double doors in all of your splendor and glory. You’d be gliding your way down that aisle and when you two finally met again, you’d be getting married. God, she was terrified. Yet she had never been so ready for anything in all of her life. You were her rock. Her guiding light. She needed you so much more than words could possibly express. She was so ready to make you her wife.
The music began abruptly, prompting everyone to stand and face the double doors. As they opened that’s when the two of you saw each other. Your eyes locked as soon as you stepped into the room and they didn’t leave one another for a second. It’s like everyone else in the room disappeared, leaving you in a world where it was only you two forever. Your father had a hand on your arm as he walked you down the aisle. Happy faces abounded as you felt the eyes of all your friends and family following you up to the altar. Natasha was wearing a floor length dress that hugged her curves beautifully. There were pearls and beads and lace lining the edges of the dress that created an elegant pattern which was very fitting. When you really started to take her in your prediction came true and you began to cry. Seeing this she couldn’t help but laugh which made you laugh as well, trying to rub away some of your excess tears before you got to the altar.
Once you were there you leaned over and gave your father a kiss on the cheek before turning back to your stunning Natasha. She outstretched her hands and you gladly took them in your own, your tears having subsided now. All you could feel were her warm battle scarred hands resting in yours. The preacher began to speak, saying all the right words and carrying out the ceremony effortlessly. You repeated the things that you needed to repeat and listened when Natasha spoke in turn. Her voice was like a song to you.
In the middle of the ceremony it was time to say your vows. She didn’t need a slip of paper or a notebook, neither did you. You both knew exactly what you wanted to say to the other. First was Natasha.
“My Y/N. This day has been a long time coming. I have waited impatiently for years now for the right time, the right day, the right gap in our hectic lives. That day is finally here and it’s even more beautiful than I imagined. I knew when I saw you walk through those doors that I would fall in love with you all over again and I was right. If it weren’t for you I might not be alive today. You have saved me again and again. You save me every day when you wake me up with a kiss, you save me with your sweet words and your heart, you save me by being you. Thank you for trusting me, for giving me your love, and for receiving all the love I have to give. It’s been a long journey to get to this point and even now we’re just getting started. We’ve got the rest of our lives to love and live and grow together. And I can’t wait.”
As soon as she finishes you lean in and kiss her tenderly. Everyone lets out light hearted chuckles and small encouragements as the preacher prompts you to pull away. “It’s not time for that just yet.”
“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” You say with a smile. Now it was your turn. “My darling. My light. My love. My sun, my moon, and my stars. My Natasha. Life has taken us both on very different paths. Yet despite the fact that we come from different places, we found each other. We saw one another’s flaws and strengths and differences and we decided that we wanted each other no matter what. That is the spirit that I am here in today. In the spirit of differences. We will never be the same and thank god we’re not. Because I get to see so many beautiful sides of you that I fall in love with time and time again. You light a fire in me every day and you make me want to be a better person. I see you save the world every day and it reminds me that you are my hero. Not because you save lives for a living but because of your inner strength and beauty. You inspire me with every breath you take and I am so excited for a lifetime of being inspired by you.”
The crowd coos as the two of you stare longingly into each other’s eyes. The preacher continues with the ceremony, finishing things up as the two of you continue to hold onto the other’s hands. “Y/N L/N, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do.” The words sound delicious in your mouth.
“Natasha Romanoff, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” She rubs a thumb over the back of your hand.
“I do.” The preacher exchanges a smile between you both.
“You may now kiss the bride.” He jokes and you both hold onto each other’s faces as you press your lips together, kissing one another deeply and fully. As you do the people in the chapel all stand and clap, cheering loudly. You can’t help but smile against her lips.
Once you both pulled away you felt like brand new people. The world seemed to be just a bit brighter and more beautiful. The two of you walked down the aisle hand in hand as the people around you continued to clap. Once you were out in the hallway you pulled her body against yours, kissing her tenderly again. She held you firmly as you both molded to one another. “Why thank you Mrs. Romanoff.”
“No thank you Mrs. Romanoff.” You reply, loving the way your new name sounds in her mouth. The two of you had decided a long time ago that you would take her last name and you were so glad that you had when the words came out of her mouth.
“I love you so much my love.” She caressed a hand down your cheek.
“I love you too baby.” You replied, closing your eyes as she touched you gently. It was all you could do not to cry at the feel of her. This was the beginning of your forever and you couldn’t wait to enjoy every second of married life with your gorgeous new wife.
You both moved for the doors, heading outside to the car so you could drive to the reception venue. The ride was short and you both clung onto each other the whole way there. Everyone else started to file in shortly after the two of you as you both sat at the head table. You smiled and greeted all of your guests as they shuffled inside and found their seats which were positioned around the dance floor.
Everything at the reception went wonderfully. It began with a slow dance between you and your wife. The music had come on over the speakers as the two of you moved for the dance floor. The lights were already dimmed as you held each other close, spinning around the floor effortlessly. The feel of her body against your own warmed your entire being as you slid your hand across her waist while you danced. When the song ended the two of you stayed locked there for a while, foreheads pressed against each other’s while the guests clapped.
After that everything erupted into magnificent chaos. The DJ started up the party track and guests began making their way for the dance floor. Soon enough there was practically no one still sitting, including you and Natasha. You mingled around the floor as you greeted your friends and family. You watched with a laugh as your side of the guests became awestruck at the sight of the Avengers on the dance floor with them. Practically everyone came up to the two of you to offer their congratulations and you both received them with grace and a smile. All the while you two never left each other’s side.
As the night finally began to wind down you and Natasha readied yourselves to head off for the honeymoon. Thanks to Director Fury, her boss, you had been given a free trip to Rome. While Natasha’s job was dangerous, it sometimes had its perks. The guests all formed a line down the sidewalk to watch the two of you depart, waving and saying their goodbyes plus their final congratulations until you were both loaded up into the car and driving for the airport.
“I can’t wait to take you away from all this craziness. To be alone with you. To get a chance to travel for something other than work.” She says the last line jokingly. “But mostly I’m looking forward to sharing a bed with my new wife.” You blushed as she said this, conjuring images in your mind of the steamy nights to come.
“I can’t wait either, my darling wife.” You pulled her in for another tender kiss before snuggling into her side, watching the world whiz by as you settled into the idea of your new life with Natasha.
Little Things They Do To Show They Love You (Marvel Preference)
Agatha Harkness: She’ll perform small, simple spells that just make your life a tiny bit easier. Like if she sees you struggle to reach something, she’ll magically bring it down for you.
Ayesha: Listen. Honestly, it may feel like the bare minimum, but Ayesha doesn’t really listen to anyone, yet somehow she makes time to listen to you and remembers seemingly inconsequential details in the things you tell her.
Bruce Banner: Housework. He knows you sometimes dread certain chores and he’ll do them for you any chance he gets because he knows it can upset you if chores, especially your most hated ones, start piling up.
Everett Ross: Everett cooks, and also leaves little notes around the house for you to find. Bonus points for having a lunch you take to work, which he’s usually able to sneak one of said notes into, making all your coworkers jealous of how lucky you got to be with such a thoughtful guy.
Hela: She creates things for you. Though her powers are meant to kill and destroy, she make a conscious effort to try and make things for you, whether it’s something she crafted with her own two hands, or something of a more magical variety.
Helmut Zemo: Zemo leaves you sweets. Turkish delights of course, but also any other sweet treat that he knows is a favorite of yours. He’ll place one on your pillow before you come to bed and fill your coat pockets with them because he knows they bring a smile to your face.
Jeri Hogarth: Jeri stops working. She’s always overworking, but she finds time to set aside to spend with you. Real, quality time, not like it’s just something else to cross off her to do list.
Kilgrave: Kilgrave gives you a quiet day. He speaks as minimally as possible, while letting you choose what to do that day with him. It’s a monumental task for him, really and it’s immensely difficult for him not to use his power and influence.
Loki Laufeyson: He plays games with you. Board games, video games, etc. He does fancy a good game, and despite his intense urge to, he doesn’t even attempt to cheat, turning the odds in his favor. He has though, on occasion, turned the odds in your favor when you’ve had a really bad day.
May Parker: May is always passing by, giving you a kiss on the cheek as she does, or squeezes your hand before you leave for something that you’re particularly nervous for. Just small physical signs of affection to let you know she’s there and she cares.
Natasha Romanoff: She happily runs errands for you when your life gets too busy or overwhelming. No matter if it’s one thing or twenty, she’s happy to run out and get whatever you need for you to take some of the stress off of your shoulders.
Pepper Potts: Pepper organizes for you. She knows just how you like things and makes sure it’s all as it should be on a regular basis so you can keep your life in relative order.
Stephen Strange: Stephen provides you transport for wherever you need to go. He even offers to portal you to a remote location of your choosing whenever things get too stressful.
Steve Rogers: Steve cleans. He’s not really a neat freak or anything, but maybe it’s the old fashioned guy in him that makes him think that you both should have a nice and tidy place to come home to to help you relax.
Thor Odinson: He learns from you. Anything earth related he doesn’t quite understand, he lets you, and only you, teach him about it. It’s a sign of his utmost trust in you not to steer him wrong and also a great way to spend time together.
Tony Stark: Tony buys you things. It’s an easy and obvious go to for him, but his gifts, while occasionally frivolous, are often quite thoughtful as well. That thing you need for your collection that’s always way too much money to justify ever buying for yourself? Tony has it on your shelf the next morning.
Their S/O With Fire Powers (Marvel Universe Preference)
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor Odinson, Charles Xavier, Wade Wilson, Bucky Barnes
Requested by @charliedakotariley
A/N: I wrote this in a more general way, of them reacting to their fire powers, although I tried to incorporate that specific idea you requested with the marshmallows. Enjoy!
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Steve
Steve had no idea about your powers even if you had been dating for a while. Then, one day that you were in the middle of a battlefield, you saved the day. He thought you were there because you knew how to fight, so he was very surprised when you suddenly blasted fire through your hands at your enemies and he kind of smiles to himself. “Here I was, trying to protect you all day... maybe you should be the one protecting me”
Tony
You were just hanging out, sitting together while you worked on different things and you were staring to get a little bored. A part of you wanted to have a little fun and surprise Tony while the other just wanted to break the monotony. So you picked up a bag of your favorite marshmallows and started roasting them with your fire powers, much to Tony’s shock. “So... you’ve been able to do that... like, all the time?”
Thor
Thor didn’t know about your powers either, so he was pleasantly surprised when you first used them in front of him in the most useful way. After that moment, Thor has always been very amused about your powers, excitedly calling you ‘the god of fire!’ and bragging about how amazing and powerful you are, also joking around a little bit. “No one should bother my fiery Y/N, or else they’ll suffer your wrath!”
Charles
Charles had followed your progress regarding your powers, and has even helped you how to control them and use them. After a long time of trial and error and a learning curve, you finally became in control and he always watches you with a fond smile whenever you use your powers in front of him. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N, look how far you’ve come, how in control you are”
Wade
Wade thinks your powers are awesome and is always asking you to use them in the most stupid of ways. His hot cocoa got cold? Why don’t you touch it so it heats up? That jerk looked at you the wrong way and crossed the line? Burn him just a little bit. Or just for fun, to see the extent of your power and how cool it is. “Your powers are so fucking awesome! Just remind me not to make you mad, ever”
Bucky
Bucky appreciates and admires your powers, but all the more so how you treat them. Despite having fire powers and sometimes using them very casually for every day things, you have a very level head and hardly ever lose your temper, so he’s always showing you how he feels about it. “You’re so great, Y/N, you have such great powers and you use them so responsibly, to help people”
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A/N: Not all characters, so of course I’m willing to do multiple parts of this!
Clint:
You got too confident and tried something he explicitly told you not to try. Nonetheless, he blames himself. He should’ve known you weren’t going to listen to him and should’ve prevented this. So when he sees you fall to the ground, your knees buckling, he rushes to your side.
“Y/N! Fuck!”
“It’s okay,” you said trying to get back up.
You failed miserably, your arm giving in under your weight.
“Fuck!” you said.
“It’s ok, it’s ok, just stay down.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. You told me I wasn’t ready.”
“It’s alright, it’s just a few bruises and cuts. You probably hit your head when you fell, that’s why you’re dizzy.”
“How bad is it?”
“You’ll survive,” he said smiling, “Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Did I at least look badass?”
“Right now, not really. While doing the thing I explicitly said you should not try? A bit, yeah,” he said smiling.
“Cool!”
“No, not cool! But we’ll work on it. Now, come on.”
You tried to take a few steps but stumbled as you were still dizzy. He wrapped an arm around your waist, helping you reach the infirmary.
He’s very careful when cleaning your cuts and bandaging your wounds.
“It will sting a bit, just a heads up,” he said before using an alcohol wipe on your forehead.
“A bit!” you say wincing, “when do you think we can go back to training?”
“Now, slow down. We still need to put band-aids on those cuts and ice on your bruises. They could use a little help to heal quicker.”
He makes it a point to explain everything he does just so you know what to do if you ever get hurt on a solo mission.
Even if you want to go back to training as soon as possible, he always finds a way to keep you distracted long enough for you to heal properly.
Strange:
He takes every precaution to ensure you won’t hurt anyone or yourself while training. You mostly train in the mirror dimension to make sure you don’t destroy anything as well or end up getting hurt by your own collateral damage. But he forgot that you could hurt yourself by pushing your limits too far.
“Strange…?” you asked, worry in your voice.
“What’s going on?” he said touching down from where he’s been levitating.
“Is… is it supposed to burn?” you said, looking down at your hands.
“Is what supposed to burn? Y/N?” he asked, now coming towards you, “Y/N, talk to me.”
Your hands were burning so badly. Your vision got blurry and you started falling. Strange caught you before you could hit the ground, sitting down with you, your head on his chest.
“My hands,” you finally said, your voice shaking, “they’re burning…”
“That last blast was a lot, it’s just residual energy, you’re okay,” said Strange trying to keep you and himself calm.
This was one of his biggest fears, you getting hurt, but more specifically your hands getting hurt when he could prevent it.
“It’s not!” you screamed, “it won’t go away like it usually does! Strange do something… please,” you said now pleading, tears in your eyes.
He placed both hands on yours and mumbled something. The burning slowly went away, only leaving a tickling sensation in your fingertips. You sighed, resting back your head on Strange.
“Thanks,” you whispered.
“Next time, you take things slower? This happened because you tried too quickly to do something you couldn’t completely control. Energy got stuck in your hands and couldn’t get out. I’ll teach you how to disperse it in your body like I just did, but promise you’ll warn me next time you try something like that?”
“Sure.”
All that left you exhausted and Strange knew it. He carried you into your room and let you rest for a while. He will use teaching you the new spell as an excuse to keep you from training for a while. He’ll pretend that it’s to give you time to get back on your feet but truthfully, it’s because he got really scared of something bad happening and could use the break himself.
Tony:
It took everything for him to train with you. You had to beg for weeks. He always found an excuse. He had meetings, conferences, missions, villains to defeat. One time he even completely disappeared for a few days before coming back with a nice tan. You even began to doubt his excuses were true.
“I have to learn physico-chemistry of cold plasma by tomorrow,” he said.
“That’s not even a real thing,” you grumbled.
But he eventually agreed. While he was more experienced than you, he treated you as an equal and didn’t hold back. He was not aiming to hurt you, on the contrary, but he wanted this to be as realistic as possible. You got a few good hits in but had to fall back. As you turned around, ready to dodge the next wave of attacks, your foot caught on something and the blast hit you square in the chest. You fell hard on your back, your breath cut by the impact. You laid there for a second trying to breathe again.
“Y/N?” he asked.
You didn’t answer. You could barely breathe, how could he expect you to answer. But this was Tony Stark. You had to get back up, you couldn’t look weak in front of him.
“You okay?” he called again, this time closer.
You shut your eyes and bit your lower lip trying to get the pain to leave your body. As if it was that easy. You tried to get up but quickly gave up.
“Y/N, are you… shit, this is exactly why I didn’t want to train…”
“I’m fine,” you said, opening your eyes, “Just taking a little break.”
You tried to smile, but the pain was too much.
“A break, uh? Maybe I’ll take one with you then,” he said lying next to you.
It took a minute but you finally got your breathing under control.
“You okay, kid,” he asked.
“Think so,” you said.
“Now, come on,” he said getting up and offering you a hand, “We’re getting you checked out.”
“I feel fine,” you said, yet still winced as you got up.
“Y/N, don’t… see this is why I train alone! So stuff like this doesn’t happen!”
He looked away from you. You could see tears in his eyes.
“But… I’m okay…” you said before painfully taking a few steps toward him.
You hugged him, carefully resting your head on his shoulder.
“I’ll be okay, this wasn’t your fault,” you added, whispering.
“I-…” he started pushing you away from him, “let’s get you checked out and then will grab something to eat. Burgers?”
Yelena:
You couldn’t really tell if she was happy or not to train with you. Not that you had to convince her. You had grown really close to one another since you met and had hoped she would say yes, as you were eager to learn from her. And she did, she agreed right away, but still, you couldn’t tell how she felt about it.
The training was going well. She showed you a few new moves and you had no problems learning them. You even managed to use them against her. This probably hurt her ego, as she doubled down on the attacks. Nothing too dangerous, but you could feel the pressure rising. Both of you wanted to show off to the other by trying more and more complicated hits.
Then it happened. She hit you right in the face, making you lose balance and stumbled. As you tried to shake the dizziness away, she landed another blow right in your ribs. You rolled away, trying to avoid any more hits.
“What,” she said, “Tired?”
You closed your eyes moaning, you could feel your side throbbing.
“Come on, Y/N! I know you got more in you. You did good when you did the jab and then the kick and the other kick. You can still do good. Get up!”
You actually liked that she was still pushing you to continue. If this had been a real fight, you would at least need to get up and get to safety. You could help but smile at the thought of you two, out there, fighting side by side.
You sat up, feeling around your ribs. Not broken, thankfully.
“Y/N? Please get up…” Yelena said, now closer to you.
“I… I’m alright,” you said, looking up at her.
“Y/N, I am so so sorry…” she said but then stopped.
You couldn’t tell if it was only worry or if she was actually about to cry.
“I swear, Yelena,” you said, “I’m okay, but are you?
“We need to get you fixed,” she said holding out a hand, not answering your question.
“If we get me fixed, will you be okay?” you asked taking her hand and getting up.
Steve is so happy when he first meets your puppy. He's never been able to have a pet before because of how sick he used to be, so he's going to take time to cherish this. He likes going on walks with them (is that going to replace his morning runs?) and his heart melts whenever he greets them.
At first, Bucky is scared because your puppy is just so small and he was afraid of hurting them. But when your puppy just keeps coming back to him, he's so touched and he can't help but notice how cute they are. He only touches then with his arm (not his metal one), and there would be times where he let's your puppy walk all over his lap. He's really protective of your puppy and he's like, *tiny pup, most protect*.
Tony completely spoils your puppy; toys, beds, expensive food, basically everything, even if you say he doesn't need to buy all this stuff. He makes a disgusted noise when you puppy starts licking him and tries shooing them away (only to make your puppy angry at him and bite his shoes).
Sam teases you about you paying more attention to your puppy than him, and saying their your little bodyguard. He likes to tease your puppy (causing them to bite his fingers) and thinks it's cute making them a little mad, until they end up ripping up all his stuff...
Scott is overly exicted and spends most of his time playing with them, along with Cassie. Since he's hyper, he will play with them until he's all tired out, and will take a nap with them only for you to wake him up scold Scott for not cleaning up the mess that was made.
Peter doesn't know if he should cry or just be overly exicted, but he's kind of doing both. He's always wanted a puppy as a kid, so this is a big thing for him. He's loves petting them and playing with them. But you did scold Peter one time for forgetting for leaving his web shooters out and the puppy got stuck webs...
Bruce is also a little nervous at first, but he soon learns to love them. Everyone thinks it's adorable how a guy who turns into the Hulk can have his heart easily melt as soon as he sees a small puppy, and how he just likes to hug them to calm down
Thor thinks your puppy is so small and adorable, immediately picking them up and holding them. He has never seen these 'Midgardian pets' before, so you're going to have to teach him some stuff. No, Thor, you can't feed the puppy everything. No, Thor, you can't toss the puppy up in the air like a baby!
Loki isn't a big fan of dogs, but he will let it pass. He looks grumpy whenever your puppy will try to get his attention or tug at his clothes, but he doesn't admit to you how he thinks that they're so cute. He teases you and how your puppy reminds him of you, so happy and innocent.
Pietro is just so exicted, especially since he never got to have any pets he wanted as a kid. He plays with your puppy nonstop, but you have to remind him not to play too rough with them. He does everything with them and there will never be a time where they're not together. Pietro is also really protective of your puppy and always looks after them.
Bucky: when I was 7 I had a crush on a girl in my school and didn't know how to deal with it, so I wrote her a letter that just said 'get out of my school'
