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Power Of Love Âť Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Odinson!Female Reader
Summary: You use your powers to get Bucky to fall in love with you.
Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, pet names
A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested thisđŠľ
Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator.
You stood across the room, watching Bucky. Not in a creepy way. More in an admiring way. You bit your bottom lip, wondering what it would be like to have him to yourself.
Youâre an Odinson, meaning youâre Thorâs younger sister and your biological mom is Aphrodite, which means you also have her powers.
You thought to yourself for a moment, trying to come up with a plan to get Bucky alone so you can use your powers on him and get him to fall in love with you.
âAre you new here?â Bucky asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.
âOh, no. Iâm here with my older brother.â You answered.
âWhoâs your older brother?â He asks.
âThor.â You answered.
âOh cool, I didnât know Thor had a younger sister.â He said. âIâm Sergeant James Barnes. Everyone I know calls me Bucky.â He introduces himself and held his hand out for you to shake.
âY/N Odinson.â You introduced yourself, shaking his hand.
âItâs nice to meet you, Y/N.â He smiles. âIâd love to stay and chat, but I have to get back to work.â He says.
âMaybe weâll see each other later?â You suggested with a hopeful smile.
âSounds good to me.â He says with a smile before walking away.
You watched Bucky walk away and thought to yourself. You just need to get Bucky alone long enough to use your powers on him without him knowing. Thatâs when something came to your mind, making you smile to yourself.
You walked around the compound, looking for Bucky. You eventually found him in the conference room. You walked in there and sat down next to him.
âIs there anything I can help you with?â You asked, pretending to be curious about what he was working on.
âNo, itâs ok. I got it.â Bucky says politely.
You put a hand on his right arm. Bucky stopped writing and looked at you.
âIs there something I can help you with?â He asks.
âNo.â You shook your head. âItâs just- youâre really fun to look at.â You say.
Bucky chuckles and blushes. You put a hand on his cheek, caressing it. You looked deep in his eyes, doing your thing. Meaning, youâre using your powers on him without him knowing it. You gazed in his eyes for a few more seconds before taking your hand off of his cheek.
âIâll see you later, Sarge.â You say seductively.
Bucky smiles and gave you a nod when you stood up and walked out of the conference room. He blinked a couple times, feeling different than he was a short moment ago. He shook his head and went back to work.
Bucky sat there, staring down at the papers on the table in front of him. He tapped the pen against the table, trying to regain his focus, but couldnât. He dropped the pen on the table and left the conference room to find you, leaving his work unattended. It didnât take long for him to find you. You were in the kitchen getting something to drink.
Bucky stood in the doorway of the kitchen, taking in your beauty for a moment. There was something about you that he couldnât quite wrap his mind around. While Bucky was staring at you, you turned around and found him staring at you. You smiled to yourself, thinking to yourself that your plan is working perfectly.
âDonât mind me, Sergeant.â You said. âI was just getting something to drink.â You tell him.
As you were walking past him, Bucky grabbed your arm before you could walk any further away. He pulled you back to him, pulling you in front of him. Bucky brought a hand up to your cheek, caressing it while staring down at you. You saw the look of love in his eyes. Thatâs when you knew that the love spell you put him under is working better than you expected.
âDo you need something, Bucky?â You asked.
âAs a matter of fact, I do.â Bucky answers. âYou.â He says.
Before you could say anything else, Buckyâs lips were on yours, kissing you passionately. His hands found their way to your waist and pulled you against the front of his body. Your hands found their way to his head, your fingers running through his hair. He pulled away, leaving the two of you breathless. He caught the way you bit your bottom lip as you stared up at him.
âSo you put a love spell on me, huh?â He says.
âIâve been waiting for you to catch on.â You said. âWanna know a little fun fact about me?â You asked.
Bucky nodded his head yes, waiting for you to tell him what it is.
âMy biological mom is Aphrodite, which means I have her powers.â You tell him.
âAphrodite like the Greek Goddess?â He asks.
âMhmm.â You answered with a hum. âShortly after we met earlier, I came up with a love spell to get you to fall in love with me.â You explained.
âYou didnât need to use a perfectly good love spell to get me to fall in love with you. I fell in love with you the second we met.â He admits.
You smile to yourself, happy that your plan and spell went according to plan. Even though Bucky told you that you didnât need to use a love spell on him, it still went perfectly well.
âHow about we go on a date tomorrow night.â Bucky suggests with a hopeful smile.
âIâm completely fine with that.â You almost whispered. âBut you have to ask my brother about it first. Thor is very protective of me.â You say.
âDoes this mean I can kiss you anytime I want?â He asks, already knowing the answer.
You stood on your tippy toes and cupped his cheeks, kissing him passionately.
âDoes this answer your question, Sarge?â You asked against his lips, almost whispering.
âYes it does, doll.â He says softly, kissing you again.
Headcanons for being Thorâs child and longing for a Midgardian
Thor Odinson x child!reader
warnings:
a/n:
prompt: anon đ§: âhi!!! Can I reqs a thor odinson x daughter reader where reader is secretly crushing on a Midgardian girl. and you know how loki can basically read minds he figures it out eventually and everyday her and uncle loki sneak to Midgard to see this girl behind thors back, but funny thing is she's never had a crush before and this one being on a Midgardian girl she's like super confused. and one day thor catches them and she has to explain how she feels abt this girl to him and he's like "....welp i love a Midgardian woman too!" And she's like super relieved and thor goes and meets her(crush) and he's super sweet to her Then thor and uncle loki help her confess to this girl and one day y/n goes to her and just tells her how she feels and by this point they are like best friends so she's super nervous but the girl likes her too and she goes back home and screams to uncle loki abt how amazing she is and what had happened while loki is just laughing at her inexperience with partners.â
you were quite the rebel, you thought
asgardian royalty with a terrible secret: youâd fallen for a midgardian
and just how were you supposed to make that work, it was laughable
heimdall always made sure to cover for you when you made your âtripsâ
âbe sure to be back by supper, y/n. you know how your father getsâ -heimdall
âyes, yes, âwe must feast, my child!ââ -you mocked
âyouâd be surprised at how much you and him have in common, young oneâ -heimdall
âhe is my father, after all. iâd hope to be like him, although i fear iâm already quite more brave and strong than he could ever hope to beâ -you snarked
âbe gone, thorson/dottir, before you make me chuckleâ -heimdall
lol ur lil human partner made u chuckle for sure theyre so fragile
oh, and they didnât exactly know what you wereâŚas in a nordic âgodâ from the realm of asgard visiting midgard against your better judgement
âyour accent is so cute, what is it exactly?â -s/o
âuh, britâaustrâslavâitâs um, well i just grew up around, you know, that area with a bunch of different accents. bit of mutt.â -you
âoh, so like, youâre from new england?â -s/o
âthereâs a new england? what was wrong with the old one?â -you
yeah you were not so good at hiding that you clearly werenât from around there
but you were learning. slowly
meanwhile on asgard
ây/n, you have a strange look upon your faceâ -loki âmight i acquaint it toâŚlove?â
your eyes went wide and loki gave a mischievous smile that would normal shake you a bit, but this love kept you fearless
âoh, dont you give me that look, uncle. are you mad?â -you âah, what am i saying? âcourse you areâ
âoh do i have a look? no, this is just my normal faceâ -loki, sarcastically
âsee, that iâd believe. except youâre truly a menace when someone is happyâ -loki
ânot to you, oh never!â -loki âso tell me more?â
you rolled your eyes and left it to the imagination, as you werenât quite ready to let any details go yet
and even thor was starting to get suspicious
âmy child, you speak of this love yet i have not seen them! and why do i hear this from loki, am i not your father?â -thor
âyes, you are, but itâs not a big deal. letâs not get lost in the details. just young fascination, might be gone by tomorrowâ -you, desperately trying to throw off the trail
he gasps
âyou are lying to your own father!â -thor
âam notâ -you
âour lineage does not simply become fascinated one day and bored the next, who is this person you do not wish for me to know of?â -thor
Boyfriend Scenarios - HC - How they are as boyfriends. (Olf af. Trash warning.)
Shikamaru, Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, and Gaara.
How They Found Out - Part Two - HC - How your relationship ended up being revealed.
Sasuke, Naruto, Shikamaru, and Kakashi.
Children - HC - How many kids they have and how they are with them.
Naruto Uzumaki, Sasuke Uchiha, Shikamaru Nara, Kakashi Hatake, and Madara Uchiha.
Iâll Take You In - HC - They bring home a baby.
Kakashi Hatake, Sasuke Uchiha, Shikamaru Nara, Naruto Uzumaki, and Gaara.
Blind - HC - How they handle their partner losing their sight due to the effects of the Mangekyo Sharingan.
Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Madara Uchiha, and Hashirama Senju.
How Theyâd Do You - HC - How they are in bed.
Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Madara Uchiha, and Naruto Uzumaki.
One Bed - HC - Classic one bed trope.
Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, and Shikamaru Nara.
Hate - HC - Hate is a strong word, but it's also a very fragile one.
Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, and Sasuke Uchiha.
Unplanned - HC - Pregnancy scenarios 'cause I can.
Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, and Kakashi Hatake
Preferences - HC - Body type preferences
Sasuke Uchiha, Shikamaru Nara, Naruto Uzumaki, and Kakashi Hatake.
Sasuke Uchiha
Iâm Ready Now - HC - You and Sasuke are long-term friends. He's finally decided he's ready to be with you, but you had no idea what had been motivating him all along.
Kakashi Hatake
Shock - Part Two - Two Shot - An uninvited guest on Kakashiâs doorstep might be a little trouble, but it's worth it in the end.
So..? - HC - Kakashi finally musters up the courage to ask you out.
Retire - HC - You need some convincing to leave ANBU.
Madara Uchiha
Get Over It - HC - You're the Hokage's assistant just trying to do your job.
Avatar The Last Airbender
Zuko
Arranged Marriage - HC - Caught up in his personal conflict, Zuko completely neglects his marriage.
Robes - HC - Your relationship with Zuko and how your friends found out.
My Hero Academia
And Suddenly - HC - They proposition you for a baby.
Shouta Aizawa, Touya Todoroki / Dabi, and Katsuki Bakugou
Aizawa Shouta
There For You - HC - Aizawa steps up after Oboroâs death, but panics when things get a bit too real.
Bakugou Katsuki
Dream Girl - Drabble - If you were to ask what his dream girl was like.
And Suddenly - HC - They proposition you for a baby.
Sukuna Ryomen, Gojo Satoru, and Geto Suguru
First Love - Drabble - You meet your first love again after so much time apart.
Non-specified character
Satoru Gojo
Haunted - HC - Yuuji swears he's being haunted by the ghost of a little girl.
âNewâ Best friend! Satoru - HC - Sometimes kissing can lead to a little something more.
SatoSugo
Remember - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - HC - You get a second chance to save him, but for right now you can only enjoy the fact that he's still here.
Suguru Geto
Yours - One Shot - One bed trope with Geto
Ryomen Sukuna
Mary On A Cross - Blurb - Idol! Sukuna HC
Soul - HC - Sukuna meets the reincarnation of the only person he's ever loved.
Summary: Youâre Thorâs daughter and may have a teeny tiny crush on your classmate and fellow Avenger, Peter Parker.
Word count: 3k
Warnings: Action and fluff! Thereâs a fight scene and a minor injury, but itâs nothing too gruesome. Also like one swear word? Otherwise just fluff.
A/N: This is my first piece of writing in...a year and a half? Ish? Iâm nervous to post it but I really like how it turned out! It was requested and I love the concept and had a great time writing it, so thank you anon! I hope you like it too :D
âPlease, Y/N, Iâm begging⌠There are ways to escape a building that donât involve leaping from the fifty-third floor.âÂ
You scoff loudly. âPeter, I can fly,â you remind him. You stretch your hands above your head and let out a muffled groan as your muscles tense and flex, the tension of the previous battle draining away as you walk into the Avengers compound, your companion following just behind.
âAnd?â Peter squeaks. You glance to your friend and feel a little bad when you see the concern in his eyes. âYou could still get hurt.â His eyes narrow. âLook- you still have glass in your hair!âÂ
You bat clumsily at your head, hands scraping through your messy locks. âGot it?âÂ
âNope.âÂ
You pause abruptly, irritation causing you to furrow your eyebrows. âStupid glass,â you mutter. Youâd already spent several minutes picking shards from your hair, and several hours more regretting your choice to dive through that window. Not that youâd ever admit that to Peter.Â
âDo you want me to get it?â Peter asks, voice gentle. Heâs eyeing a spot just above your left temple.
You sigh, deflated and defeated. âYeah, please.â You bow your head.
Peter shifts a little closer, and for the first time you become truly aware of the circumstances.
Now seventeen, Peterâs shoulders have filled out and he stands full and stocky, the worn reds and blues of his spidey suit clinging to the definition of his arms and chest. When you move your gaze up, you see ashy black lines clinging to his jaw, and a bit of soot nestled up against his ear. The wildness of his brown hair as it sticks up in all directions really adds to the whole just-escaped-from-battle look he has going on.Â
You smile quietly as you feel his fingers knock through your hair, and remain silently still as he works his magic.Â
Maybe you have a tiny crush on Peter. Maybe. But youâre both seniors at Midtown, and youâre both also superheroes who have to work together, so itâs complicated. Far too complicated.Â
But that doesnât mean you canât admire him.
âGot it,â Peter says. Heâs part way through bringing his hands back from your hair when thereâs a sudden burst of noise, and from around the corner comes two all-too-familiar figures.
âOh- what do we have here?â You can practically hear the smirk in Tony Starkâs voice as he swaggers forward.
Peter quickly snatches his hands back, jumping away from you as if heâs just been caught doing something incredibly sinful.Â
âI told you,â Thorâs voice bellows. âTwo young ones like these. Keep them together enough and⌠Well, I told you.â His eyes flick to you, a loose grin on his face.Â
âShut up, dad,â you mutter. Embarrassment flames the apples of your cheeks as you scowl at Thor.Â
âOi.â Tony and Thor are in front of you now, and Thorâs got his arms crossed. âIâm just saying.â You receive an affectionate scruff of your head from your father.Â
âNo canoodling on official Avengers business,â Tony chimes in, voice lilted with tease. âDonât tell me Iâm going to have to start separating you both now.â
You groan, exasperated beyond belief. Youâre tired, sore, and dirty from spending the last two hours fighting off New Yorkâs newest threat, and now youâre dealing with this. âGoodbye,â you say, and grab Peterâs arm before he can complain. You drag him away from Thor and Tony and across to your room, slamming the door behind you as pointedly as possible. âThey are so annoying!â You groan, resting your forehead against the cool wood.Â
âThey call us immature.âÂ
Your and Peterâs laughs mingle in the air, and you turn to meet his tired gaze. His cheeks are flushed and his lips a cherry red, and you find yourself momentarily losing your breath as you take in just how cute he is.Â
âI should go shower,â you say, after a moment of looking. Peter nods his head.
âYeah, me too.â He scratches at his arm, looking down at his feet. âSee you in class tomorrow?âÂ
You nod, moving away from the door so he can shuffle past you. âDefinitely.â
Peterâs hand rests on the doorknob for a moment of indecision, before he blurts- âNo more spontaneous jumping out of windows, yeah? Youâll give me a heart attack.âÂ
You grin. âBut it makes my cape look cool!â You protest.
âI donât care!â Peterâs laughing, but heâs still frowning. âYouâre my partner- you- you have to be safe.âÂ
You feel your heart melt. His eyes are round and soft and flooded with concern, and heâs staring at you bashfully. âIâll be safe,â you promise. Youâre starting to feel a little guilty now. âBesides, if ever Iâm not safe, Iâm pretty sure I know someone whoâll be near that can save me.â
Peter tilts his head to the side. âWho, Thor?â
âNo, silly.â You reach out and push his shoulder, rolling your eyes. âYou!â
His cheeks flame. âOhâŚâÂ
âUnless you donât want to save me?â You tease, rocking back on your heels. He looks frazzled, and you canât help but swoon slightly as he runs a frustrated hand through his hair.
âNo, no. Iâll save you.â Peter finally twists the doorknob and steps aside, preparing to head out. He looks up to you, a mischievous grin on his face. âMy life would be pretty boring if you werenât around to keep it interesting.â He raises a hand in a friendly wave as he walks away. âSee ya tomorrow!âÂ
âBye!â
You quickly shut your door and immediately press your back against the wood, sliding down until youâre resting on the floor with your knees pulled to your chest. You groan quietly, hands fisting your hair as you try to calm your racing heart.Â
âGod damnit,â you mutter. You close your eyes and all you see is Peter and his stupidly cute lopsided smile floating behind your eyelids. You sigh, and open your eyes to instead stare up at the ceiling.Â
Maybe your crush is growing a little out of control.Â
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Itâs the following week when it happens again.Â
One moment youâre sat in maths class, mindlessly scrawling the answers to the pop quiz (turns out Midtown is a breeze compared to the education you got on Asgard), and the next the hairs on the back of your neck are standing on end as a cold feeling of dread sweeps through you. Your eyes dart up, finding Peterâs from two rows of desks away, and a moment later the both of you leave the room without a word.
âWhat is it?â You ask him, digging through your bag as the two of you walk quickly down the corridor of the school. Luckily no oneâs around to gawk as you pull out your sword and quickly change out your jumper for your cape.
âLooks like itâs those Chitauri scrappers again.âÂ
Youâre at the end of the corridor now, and you peer out of the window to see Peterâs right: in the distance you recognise the same glowing purple light from the battle the week before. You eye the staircase to your right, and realise youâre on the fourth floor of the school.
âRace you?â You offer, hands already on the window sill. You jerk up the glass panes and feel the cool afternoon breeze rush onto you. The feeling of the wind on your skin is like no other - being the daughter of Thor, the God of Thunder, certainly has its perks.Â
Peter grabs your shoulder just before youâre ready to launch out into the city. Heâs traded his clothes for his suit, but his face is still there, a deep worried line between his eyebrows, his mouth pursed with worry. âBe safe.âÂ
His hand is on your shoulder, and heâs looking at you with such care and adoration that you just canât help yourself. As if youâre two opposing magnets, suddenly his arms are around you and your mouth is on his, your lips connecting in a hot kiss. You melt into his body as you grab at his hair, his mouth feeling so good against yours. It feels like it lasts a blissful, wonderful infinity, but you know itâs only a few stolen seconds before you pull away. Thereâs a moment of silence, of you looking at him, and him looking at you, his head tilted a little to the side, and you know that a line in your friendship has been crossed. But is that such a bad thing?
âLast one there is a loser,â you say, after a moment. Thereâs a smile fixed to your face so strongly that you doubt you could drop it, even if you tried. You reach up and ruffle his hair before turning your back on him and launching yourself out of the window.Â
Wind rushes past your face as you soar across the city, happy laughter escaping your mouth. Your sword hangs off your belt as you do a few spins through the air, just because you can, and you have to concentrate extremely hard in order to calm down from your unbelievable high as you approach the dangerous scrappers. The last time youâd had a run in with them, theyâd scarpered before you and Peter could apprehend them, taking with them several thousands of dollars worth of alien weapons. Today, you canât afford to let them get away.Â
When youâre nearer the action zone, things pull into focus. It doesnât look good. There are around twenty scrappers spread down the busy high street, but unlike last time, they are now equipped with the dangerous Chituari technology that theyâd stolen from Tonyâs lab. They have blasters of all shapes and sizes, and you can already see scorches on the side of buildings and rubble littering the streets. Though some of the Avenger team have already arrived, the civilians havenât yet been cleared, and you feel your heart sink as you notice how near some of them are to the danger.
The communication device youâve got shoved in your ear buzzes to life now youâre in the vicinity of the team, and itâs only a moment later that you get your instruction. âY/N, clear the street with Peter. Weâve got this for now,â comes the stressed bark of Ironman. You mutter an affirmative agreement and quickly swoop down, landing on the street with a loud thump.
You begin scattering the crowd, using your sword to offer a barrier from any flying debris and laser beams that might harm the screaming people. After about a minute of your work, Peter shows up, swinging from between the towering buildings of the city before landing next to you. You hear him get similar instructions and look to him, flashing him a quick smile.
âI beat you,â you yell, voice rising above the noise. You continue to usher the civilians out of the street.
Peter scoffs, his voice static through your earpiece as he swings around, roping back the bricks and scaffolding that threaten to topple onto the street. âBarely,â he responds, breathless.Â
The both of you work together until the street is cleared and all that remains is around ten of the scrappers. Theyâve made some considerable damage, even with the Avenger team slowly taking them down. You survey the scene before shooting up into the sky and stretching out your hands. Time to do some real work.
Closing your eyes, you concentrate for a moment on the sky, imagining the power seeping from the clouds into your hands, building, building, building, untilâŚ
With a crack of thunder, you blast a large pile of their weaponry with a lightning bolt, causing a few of the scrappers to fly through the air, crashing into the ground where they remain motionless. You hear a few whoops in your earpiece and smile, but only for a moment, because a second later, youâre being shot at by four remaining canons, their dangerous purple strikes skimming uncomfortably close to you.
âShit,â you mutter, zipping away. They seem intent to pull you from the sky, and with each second, you feel the strikes getting nearer to your skin. As youâre forced to concentrate on dodging them, getting in only the occasional blast at the ground, you hear the static voice of Tony in your ear again.
âYou alright being our live bait up there?â He asks. âWe have a game plan. Distract them.âÂ
âYeah, yeah,â you say, pausing to curse as you feel a blast graze your side. âJust hurry.â Theyâre getting angry now, and you watch as the scrappers focus in on you, seemingly oblivious to the rest of your team on the ground who are slowly approaching them and picking off the weaker outer members.
You continue to pirouette in the sky, doing your best to be a distracting force. After a few minutes alone, you feel the air shift and look behind you to see youâve been joined by your father. âI can do this by myself,â you say, not unkindly. You watch him shrug.
âLooked like fun up here. Finally some challenge.â
And you work back to back, combining your strength as Gods of the Sky to pinpoint the few remaining scrappers on the ground, just as the ground team swing into action. Before you know it, thereâs only one guy left, and heâs glaring up at you with such piercing hatred in his eyes that you feel a little scared. He has one final shot with his canon before heâs webbed up by Peter, but much to your horror, the blinding purple light of his weapon pierces into your leg and you tumble from the sky, pain ricocheting through your body as you curse. Too blinded by agony, you wait for the inevitable collision with the dusty concrete, eyes screwed shut.Â
It never comes.
Instead, you feel chords of tight stringy material wrap around your body, and swing away from the ground. A moment later, youâre gently lowered to the road, and meet it with a soft oomph. You pry your eyes open and see layers of white sticky spider web wrapped around your entire body, and let out a watery laugh between the tears of pain.Â
âThis- This is gonna take me so long to get off,â you whine, clenching and unclenching your fists as youâre surrounded by the rest of the team. Your head lulls to the side, and your eyes find Peter, whoâs now crouching by your head. At your feet, you see Tony, and feel a cold pressure on your leg as one of his machines gets to work stitching you up. Wincing bravely through the pain, you look pleadingly to Peter.
âI can help you,â he says, face white with worry. He keeps glancing to your leg. âUh- that- that was really impressive,â he mutters, forcing his gaze to your eyes. Grasping the importance for distraction, he clears his throat. âUntil the point where you got blasted out the sky, that is,â he adds.Â
You laugh, the noise slightly strangled but still alight with appreciation. âIt was epic,â you agree. âDid you get them all?âÂ
Peter nods, his fluffy hair shifting in the wind. âYep. Got all the weapons too. Theyâre taking them all into custody now.â You look back and see Thor roughly shoving the remaining conscious men into the back of a van.Â
âThatâs your leg bandaged,â Tony announces. You look down and see him looking at you, arms crossed. âTry to stay off it for a few days. I know how you Asgardians are, so please, make sure to rest-â
Before heâs finished talking, youâre already on your feet, shaking out your leg as you marvel at his handiwork. It feels like brand new, the pain now just a distant throb.Â
âThanks,â you say, beaming.
âRest it,â he threatens, shaking his finger at you before moving off to help the others.
And then itâs just you and Peter, alone in the middle of the carnage of the street, a pocket of serenity amidst the chaos.Â
âThanks for saving me,â you say, a little shy, now. You wouldâve been fine if youâd crashed straight into the hard concrete, but youâre feeling particularly smitten now as you look at Peter, his face still pinched with an element of stress, but more relaxed now youâre up and about.Â
ââS okay. Said Iâd save you, didnât I?â He replies. He reaches out and pulls at some of the stringy web that still covers your body, and winces. âThis might take a bit of work, though.â
You laugh, and stretch your hand out to where his is resting on your side. Your fingers wrap around his and you slowly intertwine them, a tentative movement until he pushes in against you, connecting your palms and squeezing your hand warmly.
âWe make a pretty good team,â you say, swallowing nervously. You meet his eyes, his brown eyes warm and inviting, and feel your heart pulse in your chest.
âWe do,â he agrees. He steps a little closer, cheeks blooming with a rosy pink. âMaybe we should work together again sometime.âÂ
You nod. Heâs directly in front of you now, your hands still laced together. After a moment of just looking, you lean in and press a soft kiss to his waiting lips, your bodies slotting together gently, perfectly. Itâs just a small kiss, but in the seconds that span out afterwards, your foreheads press together, and his breath fans out across your face. Your eyes are closed, and for a moment, you feel everything slotting together.Â
âOi!â Thereâs a holler from the end of the street, and you peel back from Peter to see your dad glaring at you. âStop that.â
You laugh lightly. âGo away!â You respond, and quickly tug Peter in the opposite direction. âTheyâre going to be so annoying about this, arenât they?â You mutter, jerking your head back in the direction of the team, whose eyes burn into your backs as you and Peter hurry away.
âYep.â Peter rolls his eyes. âGuess weâll just have to deal with it.â
You nod your head slowly, your heart feeling lighter than ever before. âI guess we will.âÂ
And what follows may or may not have involved a secluded alley and lots of kissing, but youâd never tell.Â
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Request: Can I request Reader being Loki and Thorâs little sister and them reacting to her having a crush on Cap? If not, itâs totally fine! Thank you and I love your writing so much! âşď¸Â
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Having grown up with your brothers on Asgard, letâs just say that you would be incredibly close to both of them. You three had spent many nights telling scary stories in the same bed, and days playing hide and seek near the Rainbow Bridge, much to Heimdallâs âdelightâ, and so had a very tight bond.
Therefore, it also goes without saying that both of your brothers would be extremely overprotective, in their own special, differing ways.
Training to become an Avenger had been hard work, and to finish off your bouting sessions with Nat with a nice cup of tea and chat provided to you by an intrigued and almost overly affectionate and kind Steve made your heart flutter.
He just knew straight away.
You were so beautiful, and smart, and not afraid to correct him when he was wrong. Plus, you were the only one he would allow to call him âgrandpaâ without an eye roll.
The two of you would spend endless nights up in the Avengers Towers, just talking about your time growing up on another planet, and his time as a super soldier in the army, including the multiple number of times he punched Hitler, until the two of you woke up with you resting on his chest and his thick arms snug around your shoulders.
When Thor and Loki found the two of you, there would be very different reactions.
Thor would constantly slide into the kitchen when he sees you alone with Cap, trying to act as the humans call, a âwingmanâ. He would find it hilarious, the heart eyes you and Steve were giving each other, and he would grab your arm, pouring out confidents such as âisnât my little sister just adorable! Sheâs going to be the best avenger, sheâs so smart!â, leaving you a blushing mess as Steve just smiles and nods.
However, he also likes to play little tricks on you too. Sometimes, when you get too close to Steve during a mission, heâll summon some unexpected thunder to crack in the sky and bursts out laughing when Steve jumps away from your sides.
He gets an earful from you later, but you always know he has your best interests at heart.
Loki would be far more dramatic in his ways.
You try often to teach Steve how to dance, seeing as youâve been brought up with royalty and know a thing or two about the matter.
You donât expect the force with which he pulls you snug against his chest, your shoulders bumping together and hips hitting off one another before melting together, his arm snaking expertly around your waist, his feet starting the guide the two of you to the music in a long familiar dance.
The next thing you know, though, Steve has fallen onto the floor on his bottom with a yelp, a long snake slithering around his feet.
âLoki, not again!â
When Loki reaslises, however, how deeply in love you are with Steve Rogers, Loki would go to talk to him privately, and make sure he knows how many ways he can curse him if you are ever hurt.
A/N: Honestly, I love this series so much. I wasnât expecting to have this part up so soon, but I finished and thought why not? TAGS ARE OPEN!!!
Warnings: Nothing except for a cliff-hanger.
Pairing: Look in the tags!
Summary: A simple question for Tony has led Y/N on a wild goose chase and brings about a secret no one knew.Â
3rd Person POV
Beep Beep Beep.
The computer in the lab beeped as the dna was plugged into the system. Taking notice of the abnormal phenomenon Tony Stark examined the machine with curiosity. The data was intriguing, Y/N was far from normal.
Y/N POV
The tower loomed in the air as we approached, eager to put everything away. The elevator ride up to my floor was uneventful, except for Clint almost falling on his face. Exiting the elevator we all headed towards my room. The girls had promised to help me organize everything, and had dragged Clint along as well.
âWow, this looks really good Y/N.â Entering the room Natasha took in the decoration style of my room.
 Setting the bags I was holding on to the bed I turned and faced Natasha, âThanks.â
Seeing the task in front of us, we all looked to each other and decided we were going to need snacks. With Wanda getting candy from Tonyâs secret stash, Natasha on chip duty, and Clint on sodas, I headed to find some popcorn. Thinking Tony probably had a supply somewhere, or at least knew where it should be I headed down to his lab.
âHey Tony!â Deciding to engage in small talk rather than just start out with a question.
Tony seemed to hesitate as he turned around to face me, âI was looking for you. Have you seen Loki by any chance?â
âNo, why?â Why would Tony be looking for me and then ask where Loki would be?
âBecause I have something to tell you both,â Tony turned around and began to fiddle with one of his computers, telling me the conversation was over.
Deciding that the best course of action would be to find Loki I set off on a scavenger hunt around the compound. Trudging back to the elevator I pressed the button that I thought would take me to the floor that the library was on. Walking into the kitchen I found Natasha halfway in a cupboard. She was probably searching for more chips.
âHey Natasha, have you seen Loki?â The redhead nearly smacked her head on the top of the cupboard as she flipped to see me in an overly dramatic fashion.
âNo, why? You should stay away from him, heâs dangerous. He tried to take over New York. Not to metion he killed 80 people in two days.â Protective fear ran in her eyes in a near motherly fashion as she warned me of the potential danger of the Asgardian Prince.
âTony wants to talk to us.â I gave her all the information I knew about the situation, not that it was much. I chose to ignore the spitfire of words that erupted from her mouth in an attempt to spare a fight.
âLast I saw he was in the Library, try there. But be careful.â At this she went back to looking for chips as I walked towards the elevator yet again. I hope this isn't what the day holds.
Thinking back on the tour I received upon my arrival I hopelessly searched for the library. Why are there so many hallways in this place? Or am I just going in circles. Everything looks the same, and there are no signs on the doors. My internal navigation system wasn't always the best, and this place was like a maze.
âHello Lady Y/N, may I assist you? You appear lost.â The god of thunder asked me as he appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
âHave you seen your brother anywhere? Tony wants to talk to us.â I added the last part in in case Thor was going to go off like Natasha did, I wasnât in the mood for a lecture from a god, or just a lecture in general.
âI do believe I last saw him in his room. Would you like me to escort you?â I nodded my head instead of actually using words, figuring he got the idea.
âWonderful.â With that he motioned and we began to walk.
The walk was short and full of silence. To be honest, I never would have found my way if Thor hadnât been walking me. Having approached the door, Thor took it upon himself to knock.
âWhat do you want?â The accented voice of the asgardian prince called out from inside of his room.
âThe Man of Iron wishes to speak with you.â Thorâs voice boomed like thunder on the empty hallway.
âTell Stark I decline.â The nerve of some people, I didn't spend so much time just to get a half-hearted response of dismissal.
Using my magic to open the door I bust straight in, seething with pent up rage. âLook here, I just spent the better part of 15 minutes chasing you down so that Tony can tell us whatever he needs to. I had plans, and my new friends are probably wondering where I am. So you just need to suck it up buttercup and come with me down to the lab.â
âFeisty. Letâs go.â Loki immediately walked out the door, not even waiting for me to follow.
The walk to the lab was quiet, with the two asguardians giving each other wary glares. The tension was high, and I was afraid it could snap of itâs own free will. Finally reaching the lab doors we all walked through, or attempted to. I wasnât paying attention to where I was going and ran straight into the glass sliding door. Brushing myself off from the fall I stood back up again, ignoring the pain. No way was I looking weak in front of the avengers.
The commotion caused Tony to look at us, realizing we had arrived. âHey Thor, I got this from here. It doesn't really concern you so feel free to leave. Actually, just leaveâ
With a curt nod Thor left the room, leaving Tony, Loki, and me alone in the lab. Gesturing to chairs Loki and I sat down, while Tony paced nervously around the computers in front of him. Seemingly at a loss for what to say.
âI have something to tell you, and itâs going to change your lives forever.â Wringing his hands as one would a wet dish towel Tony seemed to ponder over the next words to leave his mouth, as if he didn't just drop a big cliff-hangar on us.
âWell out with it. You canât just say that and leave us hanging.â Loki impatiently pointed out, and I had to agree.
Pulling up something on his computer, Tony began to explain. âSo, I was putting Y/Nâs DNA into the system and there was an anomaly. Her DNA matched another resident of the tower. That resident was you, Loki.â Tony took a deep breath as he waited for us to understand what he had implied.
âWhat does that mean?â The asgardian prince asked out loud while I pondered in my head the implications of this bombshell.
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Peter Q:
He woke up one morning to the sound of clattering in the bathroom
In a lazy haze, he fumbled with the door handle and pushed it open cautiously, a hand hovering over the element gun that he kept in his belt at all times
Behind the door, his daughter stood at the bathroom sink, cheap plastic gloves on her hands and a paintbrush coated with a thick purple dye was balanced on the basin.
Peter blinked, then blinked again and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â
His daughter looked at him and then slowly panned her eyes to the wall where her mind began racing with excuses. âUhhhhh.â
âI canât believe you would- I just- how could you-â he let out a frustrated groan and ran his hands down his face.
He looked at his daughter, the look of bewilderment in her eyes made him sigh.
âOkay fine, Iâll help you finish up but you and I are going to have a serious talk about this rebellious phase of yours, young lady.â
Spoiler alert: they never did have that talk
Thor:
He was supposed to be training his daughter today in preparation for yet another ceremony in honour of Asgard.
However, she was nowhere to be found. Heâd searched practically everywhere - the training arena, the kitchens, nearly every room in the castle.
Eventually, he caught up with her when he found out outside in the outskirts of the castleâs garden, the area was so far out that no one bothered to tend to it anymore
She was obviously frustrated, he could tell by her body language and the way that parts of her armour had been thrown on the ground.
Around her, trees lay there; torn from their roots and tossed about like twigs.
He stood a good 10 metres away from her as she let out a yell, charging towards a bigger and thicker tree. She struggled to do much to it, however, it was becoming dangerously loose.
She gave up, huffed, and kicked the trunk. The tree shook violently but stayed rooted in its place.
âYou didnât turn up to training,â Thor spoke as he watched his daughter slump down on the ground, hands curled into tiny fists.
âWhatâs the point if I canât excel in what I already do?â She sighed.Â
Thor sat down beside his daughter. The sun was rising over the castle, casting colours of orange and pink across the sky. He placed a firm hand on her shoulder. âGive yourself time.âÂ
