Words: 506
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Other Relationships: Brother!Tony Stark & Sister!Reader
Request: “ Siblingxreader request! Could you write one where reader is tony's little sister and she is dating steve in secret but he caughts them getting steamy one night in the pool/jacuzzi etc! Thank you so much!” @theonethingforyouu
"[Y/N] are you sure we should be doing this?" Steve Rogers watched as you waded your way across the Stark Tower's hot top. He was standing outside the jacuzzi, glancing around the deck nervously.
"Relax, Rogers!" You told him as you sunk down in one of the hot tubs built in seats. "It was my inheritance too. I have just as much a right to this stuff as Tony does. C'mon!" You waved him over.
"That's not what I'm worried about." He sighed. Steve gave another frantic look over his shoulder before stepping into the hot tub.
"Oh yeah?" You smirked. "What are you worried about then, us getting caught together?"
"Actually, yeah." Steve nodded.
"Oh." You frowned. "I didn't realize we were a secret."
"We aren't!" He sighed. "It's just that...well, imagine if they found out like this."
"Like this?" You raised your eyebrows at him. "What exactly does that mean?" You rose to your feet and put your hands on your exposed hips.
"Aww don't look at me like that. You know what I'm talking about, Doll." He said. "People see me dressed like this, you dressed like that, both of us here...they might get the wrong idea."
"Are you saying," You began walking your fingertips up one of his muscular arms. "that you don't want to see me dressed like this?" You pulled his face down towards yours. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. Your lips found his.
"Hmm-Hmmm." You and Steve jumped apart at the sudden sound of someone clearing their throat. Your older brother was staring at you both in shock. "Please tell me that this is not what is it looks like." You and Steve exchanged a look.
"Okay," You inhaled deeply. You'd been preparing for this sort of fight since Captain America first caught your eye. "Tony, this is not what it looks like."
"Oh? Oh really?" Tony exclaimed. "Because it looks like you and Rogers were playing tonsil hockey."
"Well, I don't know if I would put it that way." You sighed. "But yes, Steve and I have been seeing each other and we were going to tell you I promise. But we needed to make sure that we clicked..."
"You don't have to explain yourself." Tony said, his mouth spreading into a broad grin. "Rogers is a good guy. I'm happy for you. Have a good night." He turned and started walking away.
"That's it?" You called after him. "No, I can't believe you've done this? No, that’s one of my teammates in there I can't afford to screw this up? Not even, Rogers that’s my kids sister over there?" Tony looked back at you with a shrug.
"You're a big girl, [Y/N]. You can make your own decisions." He started to walk back into the tower, looked at Steve in the last second. "Also, Rogers, that's my kid sister over there. Take care of her." He offered you both a friendly wink before going into the tower at last.
Words: 2,754
Pairing: Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff
Other Relationships: Brother!Bruce Banner & Sister!Reader
Request: “Hello! May I request a Burce and younger Sibling reader insert? The reader has come back from a mission with a twisted ankle, a bad cut on her hand and lip, and her head is bruised but she doesn't tell anyone. Until Natasha notices she acts strange at the party celebrating the success, and she asks Bruce to check up on her because the reader is his sister? Sorry if this is odd but thank you!” @awesomea353
It’s only a rolled ankle. You huffed as you followed your teammates into the Quinjet. You knew the others had survived much worse, it wasn’t worth troubling any of them over. Sure you were hobbling along with a strange gated step but it was nothing an ace bandage and a bag of ice couldn’t fix.
“Banner, you alright over there?” It took a minute for you to realize that Captain Rogers was talking to you and not your brother. (Who for the record had not even been on this particular mission.)
“Yeah.” You nodded before throwing yourself into the nearest seat.
“You should get that lip of yours looked at.” The Captain suggested before strapping himself into the pilot’s chair. “It looks like it might need stitches. Natasha?”
“On it.” The Black Widow responded. You were surprised Steve had noticed the cut on your lip but not the large gash on the back of your hand or your terrible limp. You decided to text your brother while you were thinking of it, he tended to worry and the last thing you needed was for him to hear from someone else that you’d hurt yourself.
“Mission’s over. We all made it out in one piece. Be home soon.”
You clipped the criss-cross straps of your seat into their respective buckles, leaned your head back and closed your eyes. You were exhausted and your forehead was throbbing, but Nat had sat down next to you and was patting your lip down with a cotton swab of rubbing alcohol. You willed yourself not to wince as the antiseptic stung.
“Better rest up Banner!” You recognized Clint’s voice over the whirl of the jet’s mechanics. “Tony’s gotta have a big bash planned for when we get back. He’s been working this lead for months.”
“And I couldn’t have done it without [Y/N]’s calculations. You drink on me tonight kid.” You knew without cracking open your eyes that Tony would be smirking at you when he gave your knee a reassuring tap. (Thankfully it was not the knee connected to the ankle you had sprained.)
“That cut’s pretty nasty, but I don’t think it needs stitches.” You opened your eyes and watched Natasha begin to pack away her medicine supplies. “Keep it clean and don’t let it get infected. And you let her sleep, Stark!” The former spy ordered the billionaire. “She’s been up for twenty hours straight. You slept on the way here.”
“Yup and I’m sleeping on the way back too.” Tony folded his arms over his chest and clunked his feet up on a nearby crate. “Talk to you in seven hours.” The Iron Man shut his eyes and you tucked away your bad hand before Natasha could see it.
In hindsight you realized that keeping your injuries from your friends was a stupid mistake. The Avengers truly were a team. You looked out for one another, you protected each other. These people were as much family to you as Bruce was. Perhaps that was why it was so important to you that you impressed them. You had to be tougher, stronger, than ever to even come close to their level. It certainly didn’t help they they all worried about you so much. You were one of the youngest Avengers and it seemed that nearly everyone thought of you as their kid sister. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes once more, wishing you know how to change the way they saw you.
You took a good look at your haggard appearance in your bathroom mirror back at the compound. Again you were surprised no one noticed just how bad you looked. Speaking in their defense they were for the most part as tired and beaten down as you. Still that bruise on your forehead had already started to purple and the cut on your hand was barely scabbing over. You checked the time. Just under two hours to make yourself presentable.
The bruises and cuts on your forehead were easy enough to hide. Although it stung when you dabbed a light layer of make up over your face, the worst of it was cosmetically gone. There would be no easy way to hide your hand other than to keep it from everyone’s view as much as possible. The wound was cleaned and wrapped which would have to do. You’re ankle would not be such an easy fix. You wrapped it in an ace bandage to keep it stiff, the limited motion seemed to stop it from hurting quite so much. You tried sneaking a bag of ice out of the kitchen, but Tony was already there setting up for his elaborate celebration so you settled for the recommended dose of some over the counter painkillers and your best forced smile.
“There she is, the girl of the hour!” Tony beamed as you worked towards the bar where most of the team was already gathered.
“Oh stop.” You waved him off with your undamaged hand. “I didn’t do anything you guys wouldn’t have done.” You decided to use that fact that everyone was standing by the bar to your advantage and seized the opportunity to sit down.
“Hey guys, can I talk to my sister alone of a minute?” Bruce asked. “I just want to…”
“Just want to make sure we didn’t damage the goods?” Tony chuckled. “You know she’s twenty-five right? She can handle herself out there.”
“She sure can!” Clint piped up. You should have seen the way she slid down the mountain! Riding on Cap’s shield, next thing I see is here jumping right off the thing like a bird! Thought for sure she’d broken her foot, but she rolled out of it like a pro.” You blushed uncomfortably under Clint’s unwarranted praise.
“Did you break your ankle?” Your brother waited until everyone had gone to ask.
“No, I didn’t break my ankle. What would give you that idea?” You asked him in a voice that was both childish and playful.
“Well for starters Natasha said you nearly passed out as soon as you got into the jet. Your face was covered in bruises and cuts which I noticed you mostly covered with make-up.” He raised an eyebrow of suspicion. “And based on that story that Clint just told, and the fact that your left pant leg is fitting you slightly snugger than the right. What’s going on! [Y/N]?”
“I didn’t break my ankle.” You insisted. “At least I don’t think so. Just sprained it.”
“Well why didn’t you go down to medical and have it looked at?” Your brother was looking at you with great concern.
“It’s just a sprained ankle Bruce.” You huffed. “Did you harass Natasha like this when she broke her finger last month?”
“As a matter of fact I did.” He promised. “Because I love her, [Y/N]. Almost as much as I love my kid sister.” He gave you a playful shove on the shoulder.
“I wouldn’t mind having her as a sister.” You teased. “It seems she does a pretty good job of taking care of us both.” You looked across the room where you knew Natasha would be pretending to talk to Clint. She always did that when she had something up her sleeve. The two spy friends would be go off in the corner and watch their target all while pretending to have a casual conversation. You waved at her so that she knew no harm was done. She seemed satisfied with this response and turned her eyes away from you both.
“Well maybe she will be your sister someday.” Bruce smirked, drawing your attention back to him.
“Really?” You beamed. “I honestly do like her.”
“Well then you should go down to medical, because I can’t have my sister standing up in my wedding with a sprained ankle or possibly worse if you don’t get it taken care of.”
“All right, all right.” You rolled your eyes. “But you’re going to have to help me down there because truthfully, I’ve already taken some medicine and this still hurts like hell.” You smirked, glad you didn’t have to hide your pain now.
“Anything for you little Sis.” Bruce offered out an arm to help you get off the stool.
Words: 549
Cast Of Characters: Tony Stark & Sibling!Reader
Request: “Im gonna ask of course with Tony Stark lol. I love the sibling idea though ! How about Tony stops reader from going on a dangerous mission. The rest I leave for you. THANK YOU !” @tonystarksgirl
“Okay, Barton up into the jet, yup Romanov ready to go?” Your older brother was standing a the ramp of the Quinjet watching as each of the Avengers climbed aboard. It was a ritual of his that he’d done for as long as anyone could remember. He seemed to be under the impression that if he didn’t check to make sure each and every team member was accounted for they would be left behind. You thought maybe you could sneak past him if you walked closely behind Steve, whose super soldier build should have hind your slight frame easily. You thought wrong.
“Hang on, Hang on.” Tony stepped forward. Steve looked up from the tablet in his hands, confused.
“Something wrong, Stark?” The captain asked.
“I don’t know yet.” Your brother replied. “[Y/N], where do you think you’re going?” Steve looked over his shoulder and saw you standing behind him. The captain decided he did not want to be in the middle of yet another Stark sibling rivalry so he ducked out of Tony’s field of vision and continued on into the jet.
“I’m getting on the jet with the rest of the team.” You explained, adjusting your fingerless gloves.
“Absolutely not!” Tony scoffed. “You have to stay here.”
“Why? Everyone else is going.” You said, gesturing at the jet.
“No, not everyone.” Your older brother disagreed. “Peter’s hanging back today too.”
“Peter’s fifteen! I’m thirty-five, Tony.” You rolled your eye and continued walking.
“Hang on there little sis.” Tony reached out at grabbed your arm gently. “I’m invoking the Protection Pact.”
“No come on! Not now!” You groaned. When you were very little you and Tony made a promise. You promised to always look out for each other and at all times. Part of this promise meant that if for whatever reason one if you thought the other one was putting themselves in danger, you’d say a simple phrase and they’d have to stop. No matter the circumstances.
“No matter what. Those are the rules.” Your brother reminded, as if you had forgotten.
“We’re not kids anymore, Tony.” You argued.
“It doesn’t matter.” He countered. “It didn’t matter when I wanted to go cliff diving in Mexico and it didn’t matter when you wanted to eat the street sushi in Jamaica. A promise is a promise [Y/N]. Stay here with Parker, for me?”
You looked into your brother’s eyes, eyes that usually mirror your own, but right now they were large and round with fear. Wherever the team was going would be dangerous, so dangerous that even Tony was afraid. You knew that if Your brother was already this worried he’d never be able to stay focused on the mission. He’d be too busy worrying about where you were the entire time. You had to hang back for both your sakes.
“Fine.” You sighed. “But I call dibs on the next dangerous mission.” You folded your arms over your chest insistently.
“Sure, sure. Do me a favor? Help Spiderkid with his homework while we’re gone? Please, for your big bro?”
“You owe me!” You called over your shoulder. You ran down the ramp and back into the tower.
