Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under pressure?
Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter. There are chapters with brutal and dark themes, please ready at your own discretion, warnings will be before each chaptetr!
Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader
Chapters are in chronological order.
All Is Fair-
Under The Gun
In Missions and Motives
In Secrets and Stolen Glances
In False Fronts and High Stakes
In Love and Luck
In Fires and Failure
In Blood and Brothers (Drabble)
In Death and Destruction
In Life and Death
In Blindsides and Broken Hearts
In Consequences and Cavalier
In Trials and Tribulations
In Faith and Falsehoods
In Vendettas and Verity
In History and Heartbreak
In Chaos and Confessions
In Ascension and Enlightenment
In Mistakes and Misery
In Gambits and Ghosts
In Saviors and Sovereignty
In Woes and Wounds
In Waltzes and Wishes (drabble)
In Decisions and Disgrace (drabble)
In Peace and Parallels
In Meetings and Mediation
In Tenacity and Tension
In Disasters and Deceit
In Sabotage and Sucker Punches (drabble)
In Saints and Sinners
In Dead-ends and Devotion
In Love...
Deuce
And War Epilogue Pt. 1
Chip and a Chair (Epilogue)
Continue the story with Bucky's series - Blood in the Water
Summary: The battle for earth has been won. But it cost earth’s best defender, your older brother, Tony Stark. One desperate plea to the cosmos sends you back to 2016 with all your memories and one objective: stop Thanos.
Warnings: Major character death (temporary), canon typical violence
A/N: So along with reposting my old stuff I’m gonna make a brand new fic!
he’s known this and been reminded of it too much throughout his life. teachers, tutors, his parents always muttered about how he spent too much time focused on himself to ever be able to care about anything else. he never let that affect him, but now, that truth is reflected in your tear-filled eyes.
tony stark was 21 when his parents died in an accident. but his sister? you were barely 16 when your world was changed forever.
the funerals passed quickly enough, but the grief is something that lingers much longer than the faded scent left on their clothes that you sometimes wear on nights you can’t sleep.
tony stark is not cut out for giving advice, especially when it comes to handling emotions. but that’s not what you’re looking for and he can see that in the way your hands shake and your lip trembles. you don’t want to feel your emotions anymore. and that’s something that tony does excel in.
wordlessly, he passes you a flashlight and asks for you to hold it for him as he builds. distant music plays and slowly but surely, the beam of the light stills as your breathing evens out.
months pass and tony sets up your own corner for you to join him in the lab when your thoughts get too loud. on the nights where your eyes seem more glazed over than normal and you don’t sarcastically complain about the mess in the lab, tony let’s you control the music.
tony stark might not be cut out for giving advice, but my god, that doesn’t stop him from trying his damn best to help his sister.
Steve Rogers X Stark!Reader, Tony Stark X Sister!Reader
Summary: Boy meets girl, boy treats her right, everyone could see it she was in love and so was he.
Warnings: Age gap.
Song: Boy Meets Girl by J. Hartley
Didn't know my buddy had a sister
Didn't know I'd get drunk and kiss her
Didn't know I'd even miss her
Steve looked up at the sound of the elevator opening. Then he saw you walking in with a suitcase. He stared shocked. He met you the night before at party Tony held.
"Hey there." You smirked at him.
"Hello." Steve smiled at you before taking a sip of his asgardian ale that Thor gave him.
"Y/n what's your name?" You sat down next to him.
"Steve. So what are you doing at a party like this." He looked around at the crowd.
"My brother forced me to come. What about you?" You asked taking a sip of your drink.
"Yeah, my buddy forced me to come." He said, looking down at his drink.
You stepped inside not noticing him sitting on the couch alone. You put your suitcase by the elevator then walked to the kitchen area.
"Hey Friday where's Tony?" You asked with a hum as you opened the fridge.
"He's in his lab." Steve spoke up.
"Ah!" You exclaimed jumping looking behind you. "Jesus! Don't do that!" You groaned.
"What are you doing here?" Steve asked.
"My brother. You didn't mention your an avenger?" You said grabbing a pop from the fridge before leaning on the counter looking at Steve.
"Your brother... Your brother is tony?" He asked.
"Oh! I see you two met!" Tony said walking in.
"Yeah.. Met." You smirked remembering last night.
"That's great! Well Steve, y/n is staying with us for a little while. She gets the room next to yours!" Tony said before hugging you.
How the hell would I know
I'd drive 600 miles to ohio
I did though, I did though
"Remind me why we're driving to Ohio?" Steve asked as he kept his eyes on the road.
"Because! I have a meeting there and I'm scared of flying." You said casually as you looked out the window.
"Oh of course. But couldn't you have gotten a driver? Your rich like tony."
"But then I wouldn't get to spend time with you." You smirked at him. You two weren't dating you became close and there was definitely more then friendship there but neither of you would admit it.
"I guess your right." Steve smirked.
"Ooh! We should stop for breakfast!" You said seeing a sign for a nearby IHOP.
"Okay." He said turning off the highway.
Boy meets girl, Boy treats her right
Boy she's gonna love you for the rest of your life
She'll build you up, when you break down
Steve was nervous as he knocked on your door. He was holding your favorite flower. You opened it, you had your hair in a towel and was wearing comfortable clothes, and a shirt he was almost sure was stolen from him.
"Hey Steve!" You smiled at him.
"Hi. This is for you, I was wonder if I could take you on a date tomorrow night?" He asked handing you the flower.
"Yes!" You smiled. He swore your smile could light up the darkest room.
"I'll meet you here at 5 then." Steve smiled.
"Okay. Thank you for the flowers."
She'll stand and applaud when there ain't no crowd
Boy meets girl, boy meets girl
Steve looked at you lovingly. It was your fourth date. This one was just spent at the tower watching movies. He let you pick one, which you told him was a master piece he has to watch. He found out that master piece is a kids movie called toy story.
"Stop staring at me!" You laughed looking up at him from where you head laid on his chest.
"I'm sorry you're just so beautiful." Steve smiling leaning down to kiss you.
"Well I knew that." You rolled your eyes putting your attention on the tv once again. His eyes stayed focus on you, how your smile grew everytime Buzz acted like he wasn't a toy.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" He blurted out. Your eyes met his and stayed there for what seemed like forever before you sat up and finally answered.
"Yes!" You exclaimed wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him.
I was scared a hell to even ask her
To pack up her life
And move to Nashville
She did though, yeah she did though
You were getting tired of living with your brother and the avengers and Steve could tell. To be honest he agreed. He loved the team but you two have been dating a year, were now sharing a room at the tower. He thinks it's ready for the next step.
"We should get our own place." Steve suggested after you finished complaining about Tony.
"You'd want to move out of the tower? I've been scared to mention it." You said as you looked at him.
"Of course! Maybe we could move to Brooklyn?" He suggested.
"Yeah. That would be nice. An apartment of our own." You smiled at the idea. "Let's do it!"
"How are we going to tell Tony and Bucky though?" Steve asked. "And the rest of the team."
"We could do what I did when I moved out the first time." You suggested.
"Oh what did you do?"
"I left him a note and found my own place." You said shrugging.
"We're not doing that."
"Fine we'll just hold a team meeting." You said rolling your eyes, he laughed pulling you into his side.
"There you go." He kissed you before resting his head on yours.
"So should we start looking?"
"Yeah probably."
"We should look for apartments out of Brooklyn too though maybe Manhattan? That's where I'm from." You asked.
"As long as your happy I'm happy."
Since her daddy's passed away I was
Terrified to get her brother's okay
I did though
and he said though
Steve was nervous about this. Since your dad died when you were still in high school he was going to be asking Tony for his blessing to marry you. He just didn't know what he'd say. You two have been dating for three years now and have been living together for two.
"Tony, can we talk?" Steve asked walking into the lab where Tony was.
"Sure capsicle what can I do for you?" Tony asked him. Steve sat down next to him.
"I want to ask Y/n to marry me." Steve said. Tony looked at him. They stared at each other for a few minutes.
"Why are you telling me this?" Tony asked after a while.
"I want your blessing please."
"You have it. You've had it." Tony stated.
"Really?"
"You think I would've let you date my sister if I didn't think you were right for her?" Tony asked rolling his eyes.
"Oh. Thank your Tony." Steve smiled.
"Yeah, yeah welcome to the family or whatever."
Boy meets girl, Boy treats her right
Boy she's gonna love you for the rest of your life
Steve shuffled nervously from behind you. He took one deep breath then tapped your shoulder and dropped on one knee.
"Oh. My. God." You gasped starting down at him.
"Y/n Stark will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife?" Steve asked you pulling the ring box out.
"Yes!!!" You screamed hugging him. He wrapped his arms around you smiling ear to ear.
"Try the ring on." He said after kissing you.
"It fits!" You said looking down at the ring on your finger. "It's so beautiful." You smiled.
"Just like you." He kissed you again.
She'll build you up, when you break down
She'll stand and applaud when there ain't no crowd
Boy meets girl, boy meets girl
You were currently home alone as Steve was on a mission. You were planning a bit of a surprise for him. You noticed you missed your period and decided to take a pregnancy test, and found that your pregnant. You're super excited to tell Steve but he's not here so you have time to do something creative to tell him. The two of you have been married for 3 years, together 7 years. It was time, so you've been trying for a baby for around 7 months and finally you saw two pink lines.
"Sweetheart? I'm home?" Steve shouted.
"Baby!" You said coming out of the kitchen and giving him a hug.
"Oh I missed you." He sighed happily before giving you a kiss. This mission was 4 days long.
"I missed you too! And I have big news!" You said pulling from the hug.
"What is it?"
"We're having a baby!"
Nine months no time to go
She said he's coming right now here at home
I'll never forget laying 6 pounds 6 ounces on her chest
I said Boy meet girl
"It's a boy!" The doctor exclaimed holding a crying newborn before handing the baby to a nurse who wiped him off then set him on your chest.
"Aw." You cooed.
"What are you going to name the little one?" The nurse asked you.
"Uh me and his dad were thinking James but we're not too sure. He came a little early after all." You said softly looking down at your little bundle of joy.
"I'm here I'm here!" The door opened and Steve came running in. "Oh sweetheart I'm so sorry I was late- fury made us go to shield after the mission an-"
"It's fine just come meet your son." You said smiling.
"Oh he's so precious." Steve cooed.
"You can hold him after we give him a bit of a check up." The nurse told him.
"Oh of course."
"So what should we name him?"
"Well first name is definitely James right?" He asked you smiling.
"Yes middle name should be..." You thought for a second.
"Anthony." Steve suggested.
"James Anthony Rogers... I like it." You said before the nurse came back.
"Dad here's your son." She handed James to him.
"Hi there Champ. I'm your daddy." He cooed. "Yeah buddy." He couldn't believe it he's a dad.
"He has your eyes."
boy treat her right
Boy she's gonna love you for the rest of your life
She'll build you up, when you break down
"Come on buddy!" You said. "You can do it come to mommy."
"No walk to daddy." Steve countered. The one year old looked around before taking a step. He stumbled before landing in the lap of Tony.
"James!"
"Hi there Kiddo." Tony laughed lifting the baby to rest him on his lap. "I'm his favorite."
"You are a traitor." Steve said jokingly to his son.
"He really is he should've come to me I should be his favorite uncle!" Bucky whined.
"Okay calm down boys these weren't even his first steps." You rolled your eyes grabbing your son cooing at him as you left the room.
"Wait those werent his first steps?" Tony asked confused.
"He walked to me yesterday, those were his first steps." Steve shrugged before following you out of the room.
"Why didn't you tell me my godson took his first steps!" Bucky shouted.
She'll stand and applaud when there ain't no crowd
warnings: couple of bullet wounds, reckless reader, passive aggressiveness, maybe a swear, some gay shit
based on the prompt:
“Yeah I just thought I’d take a day off. You know, that whole mental health thing or whatever.”
“You’ve been missing for two months.”
hope you enjoy xoxo
Walking into her empty apartment, Y/N Stark couldn’t help but think of the redhead she used to share the space with. The two weren’t dating, no, Natasha was very adamant about that, but over the years of knowing each other, Nat gradually found herself spending time in the young woman’s space, spending a few wine-soaked nights with wandering hands, until she was a few stray socks away from being moved in. Now, the place seemed so empty. Tossing her duffel onto the couch, Y/N thought back on the night she last saw Nat.
The two were sitting on the oversized couch, practically on top of each other, exhausted after a mission that lasted a little too long, and had a few too many close calls. “Thought I almost lost you back there,” Nat said, not quite meeting Y/N’s eyes.
Y/N just laughed half-heartedly, “Oh, you wish. Can’t pin this Stark down no matter how hard you try.”
“Y/N, you were shot twice.”
“Psh...no biggie.”
Nat sat up abruptly, nearly causing the injured woman to crash to the floor, “I’m not kidding, Y/N. You need to be more careful. Next time it happens you won’t be so lucky.”
Y/N gazed at the floor before turning to the other woman, brows furrowed, “Maybe not. Maybe if someone gave me a reason to think twice before jumping in front of a bullet, I’d be more careful.”
Agitated, Nat scoffs, “What are you trying to say?”
“You know exactly what I’m trying to say, Nat,” Y/N exclaimed.
Even though Nat did, in fact, know what Y/N was trying to say, she stood rigidly and said, “Nope.”
“Just admit it. You love me.”
“You know I can’t.”
After shedding a few tears and angrily wiping them away, Y/N slowly stood up, wincing at the pain shooting from her abdomen. “Well,” she breathed out, “get back to me when you can.” With that, Y/N left for her and her older brother’s shared lab, and when she came back a few hours later, Nat was gone.
That was just over two months ago, but Y/N was still beating herself up for not doing more, for leaving her apartment, for not expressing her own love for the guarded women with a monologue that would put Shakespeare to shame. But there was nothing she could do to change that now, and--
Someone else is in her apartment.
The sound was faint, but Y/N’s trained ear heard the quiet shuffling coming from her bedroom down the hall. Lightly stepping over to her coffee table, Y/N grabs the gun strapped underneath, checking for a round in the chamber, and slowly moves down the hall, gun drawn. Pushing the cracked door open, Y/N lets out a sigh of relief when she sees the familiar red hair. Nat turns toward Y/N, gives her a weak smile, and says softly, “Hey.”
“...hey? That’s all you have to say? Hey? What are you doing here, Nat,” Y/N exclaims.
Nat turns back to the bed and looks at her half-unpacked suitcase, “I just thought I’d take a day off. You know, that whole mental health thing or whatever.”
“You’ve been gone for two months. No text, no call, no ‘hey, it’s me, Nat, I’m not dead or being held against my own will--’” Y/N immediately softens when she hears quiet sniffling from Natasha, “seriously, Nat, talk to me.”
“I always thought I’d be alone in the world, my training prepared me for that. And then your brother came along, and you came with him. I just,” Nat pauses, turning back to Y/N, “I wasn’t ready for you. You took everything I had learned and shred it to pieces. I didn’t know what to do, and I wasn’t fair to you.”
Taking a step forward, Y/N reaches out to grab Nat’s hand, “You could have just told me, I would have understood if you just said you needed time.”
“I know,” Nat sighs, “and I’m sorry. I want to be with you, and I realize that I was with you, I just couldn’t bring myself to accept it.”
Nat looks at Y/N, waiting for a response, and is caught off guard when Y/N suddenly closes the gap between them, pulling Nat in for a kiss. After a few seconds of bliss, Y/N pulls away, hands resting on Nat’s flushed cheeks, “If you even think about pulling that shit again, I’m gonna kick your ass.”
Smiling, Nat tugs Y/N in for another kiss, mumbling against her lips, “I think I can deal with that.”
Ship: Clint Barton x Stark!Sister, Tony Stark x Stark!Sister (brotherly/platonic role) Loki x Stark!Sister (platonic) Natasha x Stark!Sister (platonic)
Warnings: Language, a few moments of an unhealthy relationship, a tiny bit of violence
A/N: This was requested by @stellastyless, I hope you like it!! I’ve never done a fic focused on Clint as a major character, so I hope I portrayed him well 🥺 This was my first request, I hope I didn’t let you down, darling! This one is not reader-insert due to a requested character!
✨ Masterlist ✨
Katanas: twin swords
Scabbard: sheath for swords
As the younger sister of Tony Stark, you spent the last few years of your life with the superhero team called the Avengers. You had your brother’s personality and where he excelled in the sciences, you excelled in fighting. You weren’t an enhanced individual nor did you have a special suit like many of the other members of the team, but with your agility, intelligence, and skill with your katanas, you were a valuable member to the team. You got along with the Avengers pretty well, except for one person: Clint Barton. To put it nicely, you had an interesting relationship with the archer known as Hawkeye. Truthfully? You considered each other rivals.
Your personalities were too similar, both fought for dominance. Every sarcastic remark and sassy quip you made knew how to rub Clint the wrong way. You were just as stubborn as your older brother, the true mark of a Stark, and your temper wasn’t much better. Tony figured it would take some for the two of you to learn to tolerate each other, but even after years of working together, the love-hate relationship you two shared leaned very close towards hatred more than love. And god forbid you two disagree on anything.
“Tonight!”
“Tomorrow!”
“Tonight!” You slammed your palm on the table, brown eyes narrowed as you held eye contact with Clint.
“My god, does it matter? It’s literally movie night, it isn’t that serious.” Tony groaned. “Brucey, I know I said I’m sober, but they’re about to drive me to drinking again.”
***
“I told you to go left!” Clint’s voice sounded through the comms, and you rolled your eyes. You lifted your hand to your ear, speaking.
“I’m sorry, Cap. I must have missed the debriefing where we decided Clint was the boss of me.” The sarcasm dripped from your tongue and you heard the familiar strangled groan fill your ears.
“Can we continue the lovers spat later, please? Maybe at a time we aren’t on a battlefield? Barton, Romanoff needs covering. Stark, board the quinjet, I’ve sent my coordinates to Banner. He’s waiting for you, I’ll need backup. Can we handle that?”
“On it.”
***
On the other end of your relationship, you had each other’s backs. No one was allowed to beat on Barton except for you and vice versa. You two were both skilled with your weapons, and you often trained together. You were the first person he’d come to after a mission, and you did the same. During weekly movie nights, you always found yourself settled into the couch beside him, a blanket draped over both of your laps, sharing a bowl of popcorn. Quit hogging the popcorn, you ass! To mend Tony’s ego, you sometimes sat beside your brother, but your gaze was often drawn to Clint. The peaceful moments between you two were seldom, but much enjoyed- by you two and everyone else in the compound.
“Damn. You made it back after all.” You stood in the hangar, hands on your hips as you watched the battered team come out of the jet.
“Couldn’t leave my favorite Stark without giving her this.” Clint reached in his pocket and you watched as he pulled his hand out, showing you his middle finger. You shot him a glare, but the playful smirk on your lips showed your true emotions.
“Tones, take him back wherever you came from. I enjoyed the silence without him.” Tony’s laughter followed and he stepped ahead of Clint, pulling you into his arms. You hugged him back tightly, sticking your tongue out at Clint who lightly brushed shoulders with you as he walked into the compound.
***
“Barton.” Your voice echoed through the empty living room, your footsteps silent as you approached the man sitting on the couch. “You were supposed to meet me outside half an hour ago. I didn’t get dolled up,” you gestured to your outfit consisting of athletic shorts and a sports bra, “to be stood up.”
“Sorry.” Clint wringed his hands together, brows slightly furrowed in a grimace as he looked up at you. “Hands have been killing me lately, nothing’s been helping.” You frowned and silently sat on the floor in front of him. You took his left hand in yours and gently rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. “What are you-”
“What’s it look like? Massaging your hands.” You gave him a ‘duh’ expression, applying light pressure as you massaged each knuckle and down his hand. “You may be one of the best archers I’ve ever met, but you aren’t immune to wear and tear on the old joints. It’s not a cure by any means, but it can temporarily help ease the pressure in your hands.” You explained as you continued, switching to his right hand a few moments later.
“Aww, you do care.” Clint teased. He paused for a second before speaking again. “Thank you, by the way. You didn’t have to do this.”
“I know.” You offered him a small smile before looking back down. “But it won’t be nearly as fun annoying you if you’re in too much pain to fight me back.”
“You truly are something else, Stark.”
***
You two also worked together on missions fluidly, as if you were one. You could anticipate his moves before he even made them, and he brought in different perspectives that you never would have seen. You often took the lead in missions, and Clint trusted your decisions- these things made Fury partner you up together more often than not. You were on another mission now, collecting information on a possible new weapon of mass destruction being created by one of the few remaining HYDRA bases.
“There’s our guy.” Clint’s voice spoke through your comms and you brushed your hair over your shoulder, speaking into the earpiece.
“Copy that. I’ll give you the signal once it’s safe for you to pass.” You held your head high as you walked to the HYDRA agent standing guard, clad in a disguise made to look like the HYDRA uniform. You were there to distract the agent guarding the hall while Clint gathered all the files regarding the new weapon.
“Excuse me! What are you doing down here?” The agent took in your face. “I haven’t seen you before.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, standing inches away from him. “I’ve been at a different base for most of my time here. My director sent me here, and I had to learn from the best.” You rested your hand on his arm, sending him a smile. “You’re Spiel, right?”
“You’ve heard of me?” His accent was thick and his brows were furrowed.
“Of course! We all have. The moment I found out you were working where I was, I insisted that I get to learn from someone who was the best, and everyone says that would be you.” The agent’s lips curved into a smug smile, and you knew you had him distracted as he turned to face you. You sent the subtle signal to Clint, and Clint silently made his way down the hall and into the room with the new HYDRA files. You continued to flirt with the agent and minutes later, you heard the archer’s voice faintly through your earpiece.
“I’ve got the files we need. I’ll meet you at the extraction point, I’m stepping in if I don’t see you in five.” You looked up at the guard, noticing how much closer he got during your conversation. You tried to excuse yourself, giving him some bullshit excuse, stopping as his hand grabbed your shoulder.
“How about we meet for drinks tomorrow night? I’d love to hear all the stories you’ve heard about me.” The arrogant smirk on his face made you want to scoff, but you gave him an award winning smile.
“Why not tonight?” The man opened his mouth to speak, stopping when you both heard Clint’s voice.
“There you are, darling!” You could see the fire in Clint’s eyes and you assumed it was from how close the guard was to you. Recognition took over the guard’s face and he began to call for backup as Clint grabbed him, knocked him out, and let his body slide down the wall. “Sweet dreams.” And with that, Clint walked out of the base with you and you boarded the quinjet, going back to the compound you called home.
———
“Barton! Can I talk to you for a minute?” Steve asked as he walked into the gym. Clint looked up at Steve and nodded. Clint walked over and stopped in front of him.
“What’s up, Cap?”
“I was wondering if you’d like to teach Stella archery. She’s expressed interest in learning, and I thought you could teach her. If you don’t want to, I can find someone who will teach her.” Steve added when he sensed hesitation in Clint’s body language.
“No, no, no. I can handle it. Besides, bringing someone new in?” Clint shook his head. “I can teach her.”
“Great. I’ll go tell her while you get ready.” As Steve walked off, Clint sighed to himself.
“What have you gotten yourself into?”
———
“Okay, Stella.” Clint spoke and stood beside you. “Nock the bow.” You felt for the notch in the arrow and lined it up with the bow. “Good. Now, draw.” You lifted the bow into position, pulling the bowstring back. “Wait.” You rolled your eyes as Clint stopped you again.
“You sure are saying wait a lot, but I don’t see you helping me.” You snapped, your frustration evident. You had been practicing with Clint for what felt like hours, but every time you went to release the arrow, you were stopped. “Can you help me? Please?” Clint’s face softened at your ‘please’ and he walked over immediately.
“Here.” Clint’s chest was so close to your back, you could feel the heat radiating off him. His hands rested on yours, guiding your hands into the correct position. Your hands tingled at the touch and while it felt odd, it also felt sort of nice? “Now, release.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding before releasing the arrow. Bullseye.
“I did it!” You threw your arms around Clint, surprising yourself and him. Clint hesitated before hugging you back, smiling wide.
“You did amazing, Stella.” Clint hugged you tight once more before letting you go. He opened his mouth to speak again but his gaze drifted towards Natasha a few feet away. Natasha was sparring with Steve and Clint glanced at Stella again. “I’ll be right back, Stark.” Stella watched as Clint walked to Natasha and you felt a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach. You shook your head and faced the targets and tried to focus on your archery practice. After your gaze repeatedly went to Clint, you sighed and walked over to Clint and Natasha.
“Nat. Can I borrow Barton for a minute?” You called out as Natasha took a drink from her water bottle. She waved her hand, sending Clint over with you. “Sorry for stealing you. I think I need some more help.” Your tone was apologetic and Clint smiled at you.
“Of course, Stel. Let’s try again.”
———
Everyone thought you and Clint had made progress during your archery lessons, but the peace was very short-lived. You sat on a bench in Tony’s workshop, hands gesturing wildly as you talked about the fight you and Clint had after a mission the other day.
“I swear, it's like you have a death wish!” Clint paced as you sat on a bed in the med bay, getting a wound in your side treated. “I told you to stay put, but you didn’t. And now look at you!”
“I’m fine, Clint.” The nonchalant tone in your voice only furthered Clint’s anger. “I moved out of the way in time, and I don’t need you or anyone else babysitting me. I get enough of that from Tony, thank you.”
“Clearly not enough, or you wouldn’t be here. What if you hadn’t moved? What if you would have been alone? You could have died, Stark.”
“But I didn’t, Barton. So calm the hell down.” Clint stormed out after that, and you didn’t see him for the rest of the day.
And let’s not forget the fist-fight he recently got in because of you.
“Clint! Get off him!” You jumped off the barstool, Natasha and you pulling Clint off a man at the other end of the bar. Natasha sent the man a glare cold enough to freeze a desert and he scampered away, blood dripping from his nose and eye swollen shut. You grabbed Clint’s arm, dragging him out through the back of the bar. “What the hell was that?”
“He was being a damn pervert. The black eye ought to teach him a lesson if the bloody nose doesn’t.” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair.
“I heard him, I know he deserved it. But you can’t just start fights with every drunk in a bar that makes inappropriate comments about me, Nat, or anyone. They aren’t worth it.” You looked down at his hands and frowned. “Those need to be disinfected and wrapped when we’re back. Let’s get Red and we can leave.”
***
Natasha wrapped Clint’s hands, letting him rant as she listened silently. When he stopped, she spoke.
“You like her.” Clint’s eyes widened and he stammered.
“W-what are you talking about? Me and Stella? As if.” Clint protested and Natasha shook her head fondly, smirking to herself.
“You’ve never been in a bar fight for me.” Natasha said.
“You can handle yourself.” Clint responded.
“And she can’t?” Natasha countered.
“I didn’t say that!” Clint exclaimed.
“You kind of did.” Clint groaned and stood up.
“You’re impossible. I’m going to bed.” Natasha sent him an over-friendly wave and Clint shot her the middle finger as he left.
“Clueless, the both of them. Completely and utterly clueless.”
———
“Tony! Are you even listening?” You groaned, your brother’s gaze never leaving his project.
“I’ll be honest, I tuned out everything after ‘Barton.’ But on the bright side, your ranting makes great background noise.” Tony held up the finished product, wincing at the glare you were sending him. “I know you’re frustrated, kid. Have you talked to him about it?” You paused for a moment before scoffing, and you hopped off the bench.
“Talking, yeah. That fixes everything.” You walked towards the door.
“Stella.” You stopped as Tony called out your name. “I’m serious. Maybe he doesn’t see that he’s acting like a babysitter more than your teammate. Consider talking to him. If that doesn’t work, I’m sure Reindeer Games has ideas.” You rolled your eyes at the nickname your brother gave Loki.
“Loki always has ideas.” You stepped out of the lab, calling out a goodbye to Tony as you walked to the elevator. “FRI, to Loki’s floor, please.”
“As you wish, Ms. Stark.” As you made your way up to Loki’s room to continue the conversation you started with Tony, you knew you had to talk to Clint sooner or later. Later will have to work, you thought as you walked into Loki’s bedroom. Early the next morning, unknown to you and Clint, your brother and best friends were scheming in the living room.
***
“As much as I hate the idea of my sister dating Legolas, their game of who can be more oblivious is really getting old.” Tony spoke before he took a drink of coffee, sat on the couch with Natasha and Loki.
“We’ve tried everything.” Natasha leaned back against the couch, frustrated. “We’ve had them train exclusively with each other. They always go on missions together, and we’ve left them alone in the compound more times than I can count. They’re both too stubborn to make the first move.” A lightbulb went off in Loki’s head, and he spoke up.
“There is one thing we could do.” Loki explained his plan, and the three agreed to execute it as soon as possible.
———
“Anthony Edward Stark, you asshole! Let me out of this damn room!” You pounded against the door, FRIDAY’s voice responding.
“I apologize, Miss Stark. The room has been soundproofed, no one can hear you.” You cursed up at the ceiling.
“The second I’m out of here, I’m kicking his ass.” You grumbled and Clint rolled his eyes.
“Listen, I’m not happy about this either, but yelling isn’t doing anything. Neither is your complaining. Can we just talk so they can let us out?” You spun towards Clint, an anger in your eyes he hadn’t seen in a long time.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to be irritated without your approval. I’ll be sure to schedule it next time.” Clint stalked towards you, neither of you backing down.
“Why are you always so difficult?”
“I could ask you the same question, Barton.”
“Because you act like a child, Stark!”
“You make me act that way!”
“And there we go again.” Clint’s eyes narrowed. “Why can’t you accept responsibility instead of pushing the blame onto everyone else?” You growled, going to shove his chest but his hands wrapped around your wrists, stopping you. Your strength wavered when you spoke again.
“Why can’t you treat me like we’re equals?” Clint froze, surprised at the 180 you had made. “You act like you’re above me, like I really am some child you have to babysit instead of an equal member of the team.”
“I… I didn’t know you felt that way. I never meant to make you feel like that, and I’m sorry for treating you like I was above you. I’ve never considered you to be below me, Stella. You’re such an important part of this team, and you’re important to me- us. You’re important to all of us.” Clint had calmed down by now, and you stood inches apart.
“I know you didn’t mean to. I just, it frustrated me that you treated me like I was a kid. Because I really like you, and I thought you hated me.” Your eyes widened when you realized your slip-up. “I didn’t mean to say that. Or didn’t mean that. You know how I get when I get worked up, I go on and on and-” You were cut off by Clint’s lips meeting yours, and you melted into his touch as you kissed him back. You two were interrupted by the sounds of Natasha and Loki cheering over the intercom, and your brother making sounds of disgust. You laughed and looked up at Clint.
“I really like you too, Stella. If our meddling friends let us out, we can change and maybe go out for dinner?” The door clicked open and you two ran out of the room, off to your rooms to get ready for your first of many dates.
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Series Summary: Spin-off to All is Fair. Mob syndicates are yours and your partner's specialty. They don't call you the Sharks for nothing. There is blood in the water in New York City, not only is know Mob affiliate Steve Rogers missing, but the two other Mob bosses died in a huge shootout last year. It is up to you and your partner to uncover the truth, but not all is as it seems.
Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter. There are chapters with brutal and dark themes, please read at your own discretion, warnings will be before each chapter!
Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under the pressure?
Series Warning: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.
Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! Emotional trauma, Bad language words, SMUT!
Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader
Word count: 2.8K
A/N: I am fuckinnnnnn tired, but the chapter is finished and it makes me happy to make yall happy sooo here ya go! The Holiday season really fucks me up... as always, likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome! Anyhow, enjoy!💕
Your phone woke you from your dreams, you groaned as you silenced the shrill ringing. You brought the small bright screen to your face, your eyes straining to adjust in the darkness. Several messages littered your screen, some from Zemo, a couple from Loki, but the newest one was from Wade:
‘Need 2 move on targets 2nite b4 its too l8’
You rolled your eyes, you hated when he used shorthand. He was right though, you still needed to meet with him to go over the intel he had found, and make your move before you missed your window of opportunity.
You respond, letting him know you will meet with him soon, first you need to shower and get dressed. Locking your phone you place it back on your nightstand before turning over to see Steve sleeping peacefully next to you. A content sigh leaves your lips as your fingertips trace lightly along the smooth plains of his face. Rolling over you begin to rise from the bed, but his strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back against him, then under him, forearms caging you. His chiseled torso looming above yours.
“Going somewhere, sweetheart?” His voice is rough from sleep, a playful glint shining in his eyes.
Rolling your eyes, you lean up to peck his lips, “Yes… I have business to attend to and I am in need of a shower–”
His lips seal over yours, cutting you off, your eyes flutter shut, hands slipping to caress his face. You pull away gently, a smile splitting your lips.
Groaning he places his head in the crook of your neck, his beard tickling the sensitive skin as he kisses down your shoulder, then back up your neck. Sighing you stop his ascent, holding his face above yours, “The city is in flames.”
He breaks from your hold, nuzzling your neck, breathing against your skin, “Mmm. Let it burn.”
“Steve…” You warn.
When he pulls away again, his eyes are clouded in thought, his gaze far away. You place your hands on both sides of his face, your forehead pressed against his, “Hey. Come back to me…” he blinks, the fogginess fades. A sad smile lifts your lips, “there you are… Listen, I have to do this, it's important.”
He shakes his head lightly.
“Please, let me handle this…” you swallow hard, “Let me fix this.” Your eyes meet his, pleading him to understand.
He nods slowly, “The moment this is all over, you are mine.”
A smile plays on your lips, if only it was that easy, you don’t have the heart to break his hope, so you nod in agreement, “After I finish this, I’m all yours.”
His eyes slip shut, his jaw clenching, “Promise me, Angel.”
Your heart feels like lead in your chest, but you agree, “I Promise.”
Rising from the bed, he offers you his hand, pulling you toward your bathroom he begins to shed what little clothing he still wears. His navy sweats hang low on his hips, he pulls you against him. His chest is bare and warm, your fingers splay against the taught muscles as his hands find the hem of your night-shirt, lifting it off your body. The cool air kissing your skin as his eyes rake over you.
Walking the two of you towards your shower, he flicks on the water before hooking his thumbs into your underwear, kneeling as he slips them off you.
Your brows scrunch, “Steve, what are you doing?”
He stands again, peppering your lips with his, his whispers meeting your ears between kisses, “You said we needed a shower.”
You pull away, raising a brow, “No, I said I need a shower.”
“Same thing.” he shrugs, his eyes softening when they meet yours, they are so vibrant and alive, like the first time you ever met him in the casino elevator. You want to get lost in them, dive beneath the surface, and drown in him. He smirks, tucking your hair behind your ear, his fingers gently grazing the spade tattoo, you shiver. “Besides, you better get used to this, we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”
Damn right you do, but a sinking feeling gnaws at your heart, how much time did you truly have to try and make it up? Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you chuckle as he fumbles to strip himself of his pants, whisking you into the shower, the warm water trickling down your skin. He allows you the time to properly clean your hair and body, but he is oddly quiet. When you finish, you turn to him, your head tilting at his lost expression, stepping closer your hand softly caresses his cheek.
“Stevie?”
His eyes slowly rake over your body before locking with yours.
“Forget this city.” there is a resolve in his voice as it meets your ears, a fire in his eyes, your heart squeezing in your chest, your brows knit together.
One of his hands covers yours against his cheek, the other pulling you against him, “I mean it. We can run, right now.” His eyes frantically searched yours, “No one needs to know, we can disappear, just me and you, never look back.” There under his resolve, you hear the brokenness he is fighting to hide. With each passing moment that you don’t agree, you can see the hope fading from his eyes.
Swallowing hard, you shake your head, “I can’t.” you drop his gaze, “I’m sorry, I have to fix this, to ensure you are safe.” you feel the tears prick your eyes, as they settle over his still healing wound, your hand grazes it softly. Guilt slicing through you at the sight, “I’m so sorry...”
He lifts your chin so your eyes meet his again, “Don’t be,” his lips tilt upward, but there is still a great sadness haunting his eyes. “I’m a big target, kinda hard to miss…” his thumb swipes the tears that tumble down your cheeks.
Biting your lip you shake your head again, “It's my fault… I–”
He silences you, crushing his lips over yours in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, it's all consuming, as if you were the oxygen he needed to survive. His hands fall from your face to slip across your skin, causing goosebumps to break out across your body, one snakes around your thigh, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist, the other on your lower back, pressing you impossibly closer. He spins you, caging you against the wall, the sensation of the icy tile against your back, and his warm chest causes a shudder to ripple through you, a moan slipping past your lips.
A growl rumbles in his chest as his hardened length slips against your center, your breath catching in your throat. His hand on your thigh slips up into your hair, pulling your head back, so he can watch your face contort in pleasure as he spears into you slowly. Your eyes slip shut as he starts his agonizingly slow pace, you can feel all of him, each little roll of his hips, the way his head rubs just where you need him. He is taking his time with you, being so gentle it’s almost painful, he has you writhing against the wall. Your nails digging into his arms and back, his thrusts hard and slow, like he is learning you all over again. Burning you into his memory, his lips pepper onto your skin, kissing and nipping at the slick flesh of your neck and chest.
Both of you are slowly descending into madness, he knows what you need as he slips one hand between your bodies, expertly applying pressure as he circles your bud. A particularly harsh thrust has you careening over the edge, vision bursting with white spots as you clench around him, your back arching off the wall. His lips seal around one breast, his thrusts now faster, the rhythm failing as he chases his high. He releases your breast, truly pornographic sounds echo off the tiles as he buries his head in your neck. Both his hands wrap around your waist to steady you as he shoves deeper one last time before he finally stills, warmth spreading inside you, the two of you breathing heavily, he presses his forehead to yours.
“Swear to me, you’ll come back. That we will be together.”
“Yes.” you breathe against his lips.
“Swear it.” His grip on your hips tightens almost painfully, the broken plea leaving his lips.
“I swear.”
—
Wade walked into the downstairs office where you were lounging in the desk chair your feet propped up on the desk. Your gaze locked on Steve in the training area, the sound of punches landing on vinyl echoes as the office door opens.
Wade’s eyes follow yours as Steve stops his assault on the bag. Wade turns in time to watch Steve’s eyes meet yours. There is a light in his eyes, a happiness that seems out of place given the current circumstances.
The door clicks shut, Wade leans against it, waiting for you to acknowledge him, when you don’t he sighs loudly. Only then do you pull your attention to him, a distant look in your eyes.
He clicks his tongue, “Let me guess. You made a promise you can’t keep.”
The look you give him tells him all he needs to know, you don’t even try to deny it.
Your brows knit together, “Is it bad to give him hope?”
Wade walks closer, sitting next to your feet on the desk, “False hope can do more damage than an honest truth, no matter how painful.”
Your mouth quirks to the side as you chew your bottom lip, “Who says it’s false?”
Wade shoots you an apathetic look, your name leaving his lips softly, “You know the dead cannot mix with the living.”
Your gaze falls, fingers idly fidgeting as you lift your gaze back out to Steve, “Don’t tell him.”
His heart aches for you, nothing has gone right for you, out of everyone here, you’ve lost the most. As your friend it pains him to watch the sadness roll into your eyes, he nods slowly, “It’s not my place, kid.”
You swallow, and as if he had imagined the past five minutes, you stand from your seat, your normal, terrifying persona is back in place. Calm and collected, as if the man you would die for and life you deserve isn’t just out of reach.
Your eyes slide to his, “You wanted to talk about the intel?”
The change in demeanor gave Wade whiplash, but he would never call attention to it, “Yeah, let’s go upstairs, Zemo has more he wants to inform us on.”
—
The three of you enter Zemo’s office, Steve’s hand rests on your lower back as he ushers you through the doors. Zemo is sitting at his desk, a deep frown creasing his brow as he stares at his phone. In the corner, by the bookshelves sits Loki, his head propped on his hand, deep in thought, he doesn't even acknowledge you as you walk in.
Zemo greets the three of you without looking up, his hand raised, offering a new phone, “Mr. Rogers, I assume your men would like to be informed of your current state.”
Steve lingers for a moment, his hand sliding to grasp your waist briefly as he moves to accept the phone, thanking him. Steve nods to you and Wade, “I'll only be a moment.”
You give him a soft smile as he heads back out onto the main casino floor, you can already hear one of his men pickup as the door shuts. You turn your attention back to Zemo, who is now leaning back in his chair, loosening his tie, before steepling his hands on the desk in front of him. He sighs heavily, his eyes weary as he takes you and Wade in.
“I have set up a meeting between Steve and your brother at the ‘Lumerian’, a private room has been reserved. I want you there Wraith, we need both of these men to settle this, otherwise none of us will survive what's to come.”
“Yessir.”
“Sweep the building, ensure your brother hasn’t set any traps or brought backup. As of right now your only order is to ensure Rogers stays alive at all costs. Is that understood?”
You exhale, “Yessir.”
“Good. Желать, (zhelat, obsession.) you are with Laufeyson, his personal security for the time being.”
Wade eyes Loki, whose attention is finally on the three of you. Wade looks to you, then to Zemo, “Sir, permission to brief her?”
Zemo gestures to you, nodding, “You have the floor.”
Wade straightens, “The phone you gave me a few months back happened to be quite fruitful. As it turns out, Francis happens to be half of the four horsemen–”
You scowl, “The four horsemen?” your eyes flicker to Zemo, “They were exiled for their brutality, their methods are downright barbaric! How the hell have they been operating here, under our noses?!”
Zemo nods in agreement, “It would seem they have had help. Laufeyson knows their whereabouts, he will find out where they will be tonight. Then you and Желать (Zhelat) will take care of them.”
Wade clears his throat, “They also happen to be the ones responsible for your museum, and for beating up Steve’s kid. There have been murmurs of one of them being responsible for your parents’ accident…”
Anger flares within you, no wonder Peter had been so brutalized, the Four Horsemen were downright cruel in their punishments, fucking sadists. If they were responsible for your parents death, you were going to rip them apart when you got your hands on them.
Wade places his hand on your shoulder, giving you a knowing look, “Loki and I will contact you with the address, the minute we locate them.”
“It will just be the two of you. Заря and Удача (Zarya/Dawn, Udacha/fortune) are out of town, you won't have any backup.” Zemo gives the two of you a pointed look, “I don’t care how it's done, I want them gone. Then we will make our final move on our mutual friend.”
You give Wade a vicious grin, “Don’t start without me.”
He gives a grin that matches yours, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Keep him alive Желат (zhelat), you are dismissed.”
Wade nods as he and Loki head for the doors. Loki walks towards you first, the door to the office opens as Steve walks in. Loki grasps your gloved hand, placing a kiss to your knuckles, “Goodluck darling. Give ‘em hell.” He turns toward the door, stopping and turning to you one last time, his eyes meeting yours as Steve stops beside you, you can feel Steve watching the two of you. Loki gives you a camera worthy smile, “Goodbye Death Darling, it was a pleasure doing business with you.”
You couldn’t help but feel like his parting words held a stifling amount of finality—
“Wraith…”
Zemo pulled your attention back to him, “Did you ever receive blood from Steve or Barnes?”
Your brows rose then furrowed, what kind of question was that, “I’m sorry sir? I don't–”
Zemo’s eyes met yours, pursing his lips before letting go of a long breath, “Your blood work came back from the night we pulled you out of the bay.” he paused, you could see him trying to find the right words for what he was about to say. Your stomach dropped, you didn’t like where this was going.
—
When Steve arrives at the Lemurian Star, he arrives alone. You had convinced him to drop you off a block away so you could ensure it was safe for him to arrive. He sat in the driver’s seat in front of the restaurant, he didn’t know what to expect from this meeting. The last time he had seen your brother, he had tried his damndest to kill him, Steve’s hand lightly grazed the wound under his shirt, and Tony damn near succeeded.
Taking a deep breath he centered himself, there were obviously bigger fish, he and Tony would need to set aside their differences, if not for your sake, for the sake of surviving.
Steve didn’t know who to trust, Loki and his brother felt slimy, he didn’t know if he could trust his own men, Bucky had proven he couldn't. And he didn’t necessarily trust Zemo or the other Aces, but he trusted you. After everything, you had saved his life, risking yours in the process, betraying your own brother, for him.
He knew Bucky thought he was insane for even considering trusting you, but at this point, if you were to truly be his demise, he would gladly die at your hands…
No.
Neither of you were going to die, this was going to blow over and then the two of you would leave this damn city behind for good. He would give you the life you deserved, maybe settle down have a few—
Ding
His phone vibrated in his hand, the little notification lighting up his screen:
Angel: Clear. It’s just Tony. Third floor.
Steve leaned his head back against the headrest, taking another deep breath.
