Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!reader (Avenger AU)
Contents: angst, phobia of heights due to past trauma, hint at smut if you squint, and a serious dose of fluff.
A/N: I think this might be the end of this drabble-series (see masterlist). Not that I’ll never write for Sam again because he’s absolutely awesome and I adore him (Captain America 2.0 for sure)...but this is probably the end of High Hopes et.al.
Leap of Faith – 2 of 2
“[Y/N]!”
Eyes closed against the wind whipping through your hair and pulling tears from your eyes as you plummet downwards.
“Hey, [Y/N]! Kiddo!”
The voice is soft and gentle, whispering in your ear until it somehow is the only thing you hear. And how could you not…it’s your dad’s voice and it’s just as calm and demanding as the day the plane went down. Dad. That’s it then. The wings failed, you’ve crashed and died on the hard ground after you leapt from the building’s roof and your brain just hasn’t realized yet.
“No, you’re not dead,” the disembodied voice of your dad promises, “high on adrenalin and stuff, but you’re alive.”
Oh. A hallucination? Then your mind kicks in, screaming at you to do something because people don’t tend to stay alive when plummeting towards the earth the way your stomach tells you you’re doing. Live. You need to live. There’s a life waiting full of plans and dreams and aspirations that barely have been voiced yet. There are people in that life whom you want to hold again…one of them in particular.
“That’s good, pumpkin, life can be beautiful…but you gotta work for it right now, okay?”
Maybe the wind has taken your ability to form a sentence with it as it cuts through your clothes in a world belonging to the living. Does it matter? As long as the heart is willing, will dad know?
It seems so, because he instructs you to look so far up that your back is arching, pull the knees to your chest and on his count.
“1…”
“…2…”
“…3!”
Kicking hard in front of you with both feet, there’s a sudden firmness under the soles of your boots. The pull that’s been dragging you down shifts, and while gravity still tugs at you it’s now fighting the direction your heading. It’s impossible not to open the eyes and watch the ground fall away beneath you.
“I did it!”
Cheers and praises dance into your ear through the tiny com-device wedged securely in place at the beginning of the mission. None of the voices are your dad’s.
…
Finishing a mission is a lot easier when the main objective has been sorted (in this case: bringing the intel to safety) mainly because Tony could bring in the big guns. The report goes on for dozens of pages, detailing every tactical manoeuvre and the reasoning behind them, most of which you’d not witnessed go down.
You’d come back to the place when it was all over and Clint complained about a sprained ankle plus you made sure to clean a nice cut Steve had gotten before the serum could heal him with the gravel inside the wound. By the time you chose to pay attention to the surroundings, the fires were almost out in the ruins.
Groaning, you down the rest of the coffee-slash-hot-choc mix. It’s gone cold, just like your brain. “Reports are boooooooring.”
“Sure are, babe,” Sam agrees gently, coming over to rub your shoulders, “take a break…I’ll gladly distract you.”
“Oh yeah?” Damn, that man has magic fingers. One of his thumbs has zoned in on a particularly nasty knot of tension near the shoulder blade and you can feel it all the way to your pinky…and that’s only some of the stuff his hands are good for.
“M-hmm,” the humming confirms, “I’ve got an idea I think you might like.”
Anything, Sam Wilson, as long as it includes you. Obediently, you let him turn the chair and then close your eyes as he asks. Your mind is bubbling over with scenarios that never would make their way into a mission report although it would spice it up.
There’s a rustle of clothes, a slight mutter coinciding with a dull snap you can’t identify. A deep breath warns you that he’s lowered himself before you alright and your legs already begin to become pliable from the expectation of his warm hands.
“Please, o-open your eyes, babe.”
The tremor in Sam’s voice is unexpected. Gone are hot daydreams, replaced by worry until you find him (kneeling, almost as expected) before you with a tiny cushion in his hands as the resting place of a ring (not expected). Silver, a trio of little white stones, and you know beyond a doubt where you’ve seen this ring before although it had two stones when your mother wore it and one when your grandmother in Austria got it as new from the man that became her husband and your grandfather.
You have to swallow hard. “…Sam…”
“Please?” His voice almost falters. “I’ve known for a long time, been planning something much more romantic, y’know…vacation, champagne, sunset…all that shit…then…you leapt off that damn building and my heart stopped.” He’s crying silently, an undefined concoction of sadness, fear, and love pouring from those warm eyes. “I don’t wanna wait…so please, [Y/N Y/L/N]…will y–“
“Yes!” You’re crying too, and it’s okay. Everything is okay.
@sylverminx submitted this one to me - alas tumblr will not let me tag them either, so if you can, please do!
YN pushed her Karambit knives into their sleeves at the back of her belt, sweeping the hair that had fallen out of her ponytail off her face.
“And that’s how it’s done.” She said, smiling up at the rest of the Avengers.
“Show off.” Tony said from inside his suit, landing next to a stunned Steve. Nat jokingly pushed at YN’s shoulder, winking at her counterpart.
“Pretty good.” Bucky noted, looking from the rest of the group to YN, his bright smile giving away his feelings for the newest addition.
“Save it for later.” Tony teased, leading the way back to the plane for some in the group. Steve broke off to make a call to home base, informing them of a job completed and a clean up required.
“Good, huh?” YN asked once the rest of the team were out of earshot. She had a smirk on her face, as she looked across to Bucky, his effortless confidence still strong as he smiled licked his lips and started walking.
“I could teach you a thing or two!”
YN’s mouth fell open as she watched him saunter off, she snorted to herself as an idea formed. She ran to catch up with him, snatching up the dagger he kept at his belt, and pushed herself to go faster as she heard him start to run after her.
Sam stood at the top of the ramp leading onto the Avenger’s plane, nodding to the tired team members as they joined him onboard. Steve clapped his friend on the shoulder and turned to see what he was looking at.
“Those two make me sick.” He said as Bucky slung YN over his shoulder and headed towards them.
“You’re just jealous.” Nat joked, as she walked past. Steve clapped his friend on the back, a little too hard, laughing while he headed for the cockpit. Sam grumbled as the new and deadly couple passed him, hitting the button for the hanger door to clunk close.
Request: could you maybe do number 164, but it's someone saying that about pietro maximoff and the reader? and maybe they bicker and tease each other a lot?
164. “Why can’t they see they’re meant for each other?”
Warnings: Cursing, arguing
Summary: Nothing is worse than loving the person that you hate. The rest of the Avengers team can’t stand to deal with yours and Pietro’s bickering any longer. They decide to help push you two in the right direction. Is talking enough to settle the tension between you two?
Masterlist
AN: Thank you for your request! I haven’t wrote a Pietro fic in so long so sorry if you don’t think I did him enough justice!! I really hope you enjoy it though!
There hasn’t been peace at the Avengers HQ ever since the Maximoff twins moved in. Well more specifically since the dreaded Pietro Maximoff moved in. Wanda was a doll and you loved her, but not Pietro. Just the sound of his name made your blood boil. It was like his job was to irritate you so much that you almost burst into flames.
Well, you were pyrokinetic but just the thought of Pietro made you lose control. He was always teasing and bothering you every little second he had. After enough time around each other the room would just turn into a screaming battle field. Everyone knew to not intervene, I mean you two were adults. Why couldn’t you handle any issues like one?
The rest of the team was getting exhausted of always hearing the both of your pointless arguments.
“Pietro I was watching that!”
“(Y/N), that’s my favorite mug!”
“Fuck off, Pietro, I’m using the elevator!”
“Stop being such a hot head!”
“Stop being a little spaz!”
Enough was enough! Everyone gathered in the conference room without you guys to discuss how to solve this issue. “Why can’t they see they’re meant for each other?”, Wanda sighed clearly annoyed by her brother’s behavior.
Everybody looked at her like she was crazy. “Wanda, they bite each other’s heads off after only being in the same room for 5 seconds”, Clint counter argued.
“Yeah, how are they ‘meant’ for each other?”, Sam questioned.
“Well”, Wanda looked guiltily at the group. “I may or may not have tapped into their thoughts once or twice.”
This sparked everyone’s interest. “Are they actually secretly in love?”, Tony smirked with a raised eyebrow.
“Uh”, Wanda looked around for some kind of escape. Everyone leaned in waiting for the answer. “Yes, Pietro is in love with (Y/N).”
Everyone gasped even though they knew it was coming. “How is that even possible?”, Clint said in disbelief.
“Yeah, they fight like they hate each other”, Steve said.
“Or they fight like an old married couple”, Tony suggested.
“Pietro has had feelings for her since he met her, but he is not good at showing his affection”, Wanda explained.
“Yeah I’ll say”, Sam teased.
Wanda rolled her eyes and continued, “Since Pietro never has had feelings like this before, he doesn’t know how to handle them. Instead of confronting (Y/N), he represses them and tries to convince himself that he hates her instead of loves her.”
“Well that’s one way to get a lady”, Natasha said sarcastically.
“So what about (Y/N)?”, Steve asked.
“She had feelings for him until he started acting up. She is frustrated with her emotions towards him and is upset as to why he’s always so hostile towards her. (Y/N) is hurt so she takes it back out on him.”
“Ah the complicated love hate situation”, Tony rubbed his chin.
“You kids these days are so complicated, just admit your feelings!”, Clint groaned and slumped back into his chair.
“Let’s lock them in the gym together”, Tony proposed.
“Oh I don’t know, Tony”, Steve said worried.
“Hey, that room was made fireproof for (Y/N), and it was made to handle fighting. Also, may I add that it is soundproof?”, Tony raised an eyebrow.
Everybody mumbled but ended up agreeing with one another that this was the only option. You and Pietro had no idea what was coming.
You were watching tv when you got a text from Nat to meet you in the training room. Honestly, you really didn’t want to get up but you knew better than to argue with her, so you got up and dragged yourself down there.
While at the same time Wanda convinced Pietro to meet her in the training room. You both walked into the room at the same time from the two different entry ways. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sight of him, and Pietro rolled his eyes at you.
“What are you doing here?”, Pietro said with disgust.
“I was told to come here by Natasha, what are you doing here?!”, you said already feeling the anger building.
“Wanda said she wanted to show me something”, he crossed his arms defensively.
“You’re lying!”, you accused him. “You knew I was coming here, so you came to ruin MY day. Just like always.”
He was taken back by you. “ME ruin your day?”, he laughed. “You have completely ruined my life”, Pietro was now shouting.
You gasped at such a thing. “I ruined your life?!”, you now matched his volume. “I WAS HERE FIRST. YOU RUINED MY LIFE BY COMING HERE THINKING YOU COULD BE AN AVENGER WITH AN ATTITUDE LIKE THAT!”
“YOU ARE SUCH AN ENTITLED, BITCH. JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE MORE EXPERIENCE DOESN’T MEAN YOU ARE BETTER THAN ME!”, Pietro was now slowly making his way towards you.
“IT DOES PIETRO!”, now you walked towards him. “ALL I EVER WAS, WAS NICE TO YOU. I WELCOMED YOU AND FORGAVE YOU FOR WHAT YOU AND WANDA HAVE DONE. AND THIS-”, you through your arms in front of you. “THIS IS WHAT I GET BACK IN RETURN?!”, you were now chest to chest with Pietro yelling at him with all the emotion you had. “YOU TREATED ME LIKE SHIT FOR NO REASON”, now you were pushing him back. “YOU’VE HURT ME IN MORE WAYS THAN I CAN COUNT, AND TO THINK I HAD FEELINGS FOR YOU!” You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t realized what you just said.
“I-”, before you could cover up what you had said Pietro grabbed your face and brought your lips to his.
You didn’t want to kiss him back but you just melted into him. Your brain was just filled with static, you couldn’t think or move. Your heart was racing even faster than before, and butterflies filled your stomach.
Pietro’s hands were shaking with nervousness. He loved you, he was an awful person for trying to push you away like that. But now may be the only time for him to make a move so he took the opportunity before it was gone. His lips tingled when they touched yours. After all the times imagining what kissing you felt like, he never thought it would be this amazing. He pulled away to look at you.
His light blue eyes, met yours and he could feel all the pain that he had put you through. Pietro was filled with regret, and rested his forehead against yours. “I’m so sorry for acting like this. I just didn’t know how to handle my feelings.”
You ran your hands through his silver hair and pulled his head back so you could look him in the eyes. “How long have you-”, Pietro cut you off.
“Ever since I saw you, I knew I loved you”, he said with genuineness. He shook his head in embarrassment and let go of you. “I’m so stupid for treating you like I did. I just didn’t think I deserved someone like you.” His back was turned towards you.
You came up and gave him a loving hug, “Pietro we all make mistakes. All you had to do was talk to me.”
“I know, I’m sorry. Can we start over?”, he unwrapped your arms from around him and turned around. With an outstretched hand he said, “Hi, my name is Pietro Maximoff.”
You smiled and took his hand. “(Y/N) (L/N).”
“I know we just met, but would you go on a date with me?”, Pietro said sheepishly.
Your smile grew even wider and you couldn’t help but giggle, “I would love to.”
“I’ll… pick you up at 6?”, Pietro suggested.
“Okay”, you laughed.
With that he ran away in a blink of an eye leaving you there breathless.
