AvengersImagines

[A/N]: Goddess, I’m sorry for not answering the request earlier and there’s no excuse, not really. Anyway, I hope you enjoy what it turned out to be. 

Thank you for your patience!

Warning(s): Idk if I can call it angst...

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You had noidea why you were even doing this. It was ridiculous, really ridiculous, there was no way in the fiery pits of hell thatyou would ever be able to land a hit on either of them after all. But Natashahad insisted and when Natasha tells you to do something, you do it, or else.

Therefore,you were standing in your workout attire, hands bandaged and ready to go at thepunching bag in front of you, held by a Capitaine-lookingSteve, even now, half an hour after you had begun. You were uncomfortably awareof the line of sweat on your back, having gradually formed during Steve’sdemanding instructions.

Do it like this

No, not like that

No, you’re doing it wrong

Come on Y/N you can do it

Hisencouragement was sweet, but really unnecessary, and it only served to make youfeel even more useless and unworthy. You weren’t supposed to be fightinganything, you were a PR representative for goodness sake! And then there wasNatasha, the beautiful Russian that could probably punch a hole through cementif motivated enough. What were you compared to her? Even Pepper could flip aman twice her size over her shoulder like nobody’s business. You couldn’t helpbut think that you had no place here, not really.

You threw aweak, half-hearted punch that didn’t even rattle the bright red bag but hurtyour wrist, the sharp pain going unnoticed by your muddled mind. You didn’t seeSteve’s eyebrows furrowing in concern, couldn’t see the defeated expression onyour face, the way your shoulders trembled under the weight of theself-depreciating thoughts racing through your mind.

The blonde’smouth was half open when you felt cool metal curl around your forearm, drawingyour attention away from yourself.

“Wha?” Yousqueaked gracelessly, looking up into the cool blue eyes of the newest additionto the team and the man that had you drowning in work for nearly a monthbecause of his Winter Soldier escapades.

“The angleit wrong, continue like that and you’re going to break something.” He told youroughly, eyes never leaving yours as he repositioned your arm. Standing behindyou a hairsbreadth away, you could feel his body heat as he took hold of yourwrist, guiding you through the movement oncetwicethriceand a couple of more times before standing back, watching you do it, hoveringjust outside your vision while you continued punching robotically, completelydazed by the inconvenient man.

First of all, thank you for all the follows this blog has gotten and I really appreciate your support. A requested shoutout to @supernatural-marvel-imagines who’s got a pretty nice blog going for her and thank you for your kind words :)

Regarding the inbox, it’s open indefinintely and requests are always welcome. I’m open to doing other characters other than Avengers, in fact, most Marvel characters are fair game so send in some requests! 

[A/N]: This was requested by @amandulie ages ago and I’m sorry for the wait, sometimes my mind just runs away from me and I have to abandon projects for a while to catch up with it again :) 

Summary: An unorthodox meeting ends with Tony handling clean-up for someone he’s never met before. Fury was so going to hear about this.

Warnings: Gore (Just a bit), Swearing, Sexual stuff (but nothing explicit, just mentionings), Fem!reader

The soft classical music playing in the background did little to entertain the bored multi-billionaire lounging around at the bar. One would think as the owner of his company, he could be excused from his own parties but no, the board had set up compulsory events that required his presence. To maintain a healthy public image, they’d said.

So, he had come, at Pepper’s prompting. His CEO was merciless and didn’t tolerate his whining, secretly, he was endlessly turned on by her dominating presence in the office, especially when she wore that sensible but sexy outfit she usually did. Urgh, just thinking about it made him hot under the collar, ridiculous really with how many notches he already had on his bedpost.

And hello there, the mini-me down below made an appearance in the worst possible moment, causing the genius to grimace behind the rim of his scotch. “Jesus.” He breathed harshly and shifted uncomfortably, his grey pinstriped dress-pants feeling a bit too tight for comfort. Still, that Pepper could make him so needy without even being in the same fucking city had to say something about the depth of his affection for his former PA.

When it became obvious that thinking peaceful thoughts wouldn’t help with his little problem (Thanks a lot Bruce!), Tony made a break for the nearest bathroom, wrenching the door open without looking at the sign pinned to the mahogany door, locking it brusquely behind himself with a heavy sigh. Facing the door, he didn’t see the eyes sliding over his well-defined back, assessing and evaluating, sizing him up as a potential threat.

“Well, this is awkward.” The happy-go-lucky voice didn’t match the sight that greeted the Stark heir. The near naked woman was halfway through the motion of pulling the thin slippery thread tight over the fifth stitch in a row lacing up the once-gaping wound on her stomach.  

You’d only came halfway when the man had barged in on you (quite rudely if you did say so yourself), the familiar face making you involuntarily raise an eyebrow in disbelief. Tony Stark, self-proclaimed genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist was staring at her with equal amounts of shock and disgust, eyes flickering between your face, your stomach and the body lying in a pool of blood on the floor at your feet.

Sighing, you drew the needle through flesh once again without making a sound, eyes fixed on the superhero who’d caught you, literally, with your pants down. “Are you just going to stare all day or actually do something about that little problem in your pocket?” You asked boldly, a grin on your face, as you regarded Tony with a teasing slant of your eyes.

Brown eyes flickered to the gun lying innocently on the ceramic sink, looking out of place on the glimmering white porcelain, in the back of his mind, Tony noted that whoever cleaned this place probably had OCD, and whatever compassion he possessed went out to he or she because the mystery woman was going to make their life difficult what with all the bloodstains she was leaving everywhere. “I wasn’t expecting this when I came in search for an empty bathroom.” He admitted, wondering dimly if he should be more wary than he was currently feeling.

“Pff, no one ever does.” You laughed, two more stitches done, two to go before you could leave this shithole (and damn if the party wasn’t boring as hell!). Seeing the billionaire about to reach for the gun, you grabbed a throwing knife from your thigh high boot and gave it a threatening twirl.

“Yeah no, don’t even think about it dude, even with my guts pilling to the floor, I can still bash a few heads, though you’re welcome to try.” You grin went razor sharp then and Tony wisely backed off. “Yeah, alright, of course you can.” He was still in shock, it was written clearly on his face and while intimidation seemed like a good option, you were too damn tired to be serious right now. Finishing up the stitching, you poked at the wound curiously before nodding in satisfaction before looking up at the man who had so rudely barged in on you.

“You know.” Tilting your head to the side as you methodically cleaned the needle and slid it into place in your gleaming silver watch that had miraculously escaped the bloodbath. “You still have a hard on.” The brazen comment made Tony choke on his saliva and absentmindedly, he couldn’t help but agree with the whisper in that back of his head that pointed out that Natasha would love this girl.

“I don’t exactly have experience with that sort of thing since I’m not a male and all, but I do know that, generally, people don’t jack-off in the same room as a dead body.” You continued, taking a moment to nudge the dead man with the toe of her strappy heels.

“It does take the fun out of it, the smell tends to be repulsive after a while.” Tony nodded, watching as you pulled the discarded dress over your head, the suspiciously unmarred midnight fabric concealing any possible bloodstain. “Sooo, what’d he do?” Best get information while he could and since the woman with the gun didn’t seem too concerned with him knowing, he decided to push a bit. It was his specialty after all.

“Hmm? Just some pedophile and rapist. I dunno, didn’t really read the specifics. He was my target, anyway.” Flippantly, you brushed your hair out with newly washed fingers and plucked the gun from the counter, sliding it into the thigh holster high up on your leg and Tony had to resist looking at the smooth expanse of soft skin you revealed while doing so. “He was an ass though, like a huge, skyscraper huge, ass.” You muttered before straightening up, throwing Tony a smile and looking honest-to-god normal, like you hadn’t just killed a man.

“Who sent-“ The raised eyebrow stopped him in his tracks, reminding him once again that you were the one in control here. “You ask a lot of questions, Mr. Stark.” Poking him pointedly in the chest, you pouted a bit as his expression turned indecipherable. “You Avengers, always poking your nose where it doesn’t belong. Who’d you think sent me?” And with that, you sidestepped the billionaire, patting him on the chest with a flirtatious wiggle of your fingers before you were gone, the door clicking shut in your wake.

Tony was left to clean up your mess, feeling a bit duped as he did so. He’d only wanted to go the the fuckin bathroom, now he had an international mercenary on his hands instead. Fuck. At least he got rid of his boner… Small mercies, small mercies…

Although, the SHIELD issued consultant ID with your face on in his pocket just might’ve made it worth it. There was only one way to find out.

But Fury was going to hear about this.

Warning(s): Light swearing I suppose

Summary: You and Sam always make breakfast for the rest of the team, the two of you are sick of it and decides to simply… stop.

Enjoy~

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Pans clattered in the kitchen as you entered the domain that was largely considered yours. Of course, you shared it with your favorite Avenger, but other than that? You owned this place. The curse following a particularly hard slam of the cupboards made you smile. There was nothing quite like Sam’s sarcastic morning mood.

Leaning your head tiredly on the doorframe, you let a lazy smile spread across your face. “You need any help in there Wilson?” A deadpan look was shot from across the room and your smile widened as you uncrossed your arms and shuffled into the pristinely white and grey area. Slinging an arm around Sam’s shoulder, you leaned on him as he crouched in front of the fridge.

“Get off, Cupcake. Your coffee is by the sink.” He muttered and you gave him an appreciative peck on the cheek as you stumbled your way over to the only brew that could truly wake you up in the mornings. Hopping up onto the counter, you planted your ass there for the next ten minutes as you nursed your drink.

The routine was in motion and you half-expected Sam to start pulling fresh produce from the fridge and ask you to move your ass but nothing happened except for the faint annoyed twitch of his brow before he shut the kitchen appliance with a sigh. And with that, you pondered dully on how easily he had surprised you.

“This sucks.” He said to himself more than you. Even so, you nodded, hiding a frown behind the rim of your mug. “I know.” You affirmed, pulling Sam out of his private thoughts and inviting him to share his troubles. Patting the space beside you, you gestured for him to join you in your morning-induced misery. Reaching behind you, deft fingers curled around the handle of a second cup, one embossed proudly with red wings; Sam’s red wings.

Handing the cup off, you stared at him with half-lidded eyes as he physically expressed his displeasure when his knuckles whitened around the fragile ceramic. “Easy there, don’t break it.” You cautioned and scooted closer to where he was leaning against the counter, his military training not allowing him to relax quite like you had a tendency to do.

Dark skinned fingers flexed as he drowned the coffee in one go, setting the cup down with a carefully measured slam. “There’s no food.” He grumbled and you blinked slowly, daintily setting your own cup aside much more gently than Sam had. “The fuckers ate it all.” Hiding a caffeine fueled giggle behind your hand, you twined your free fingers into the grey of his sweater.

Tensing, he frowned at you before relaxing again, his dark expression turning into a pout. “Then.” You said slowly, sliding down from the counter, steadying yourself on Sam’s arm when he made no move to help you. Shooting him a dirty look, you grabbed both cups and deposited them in the dishwasher. “Why don’t we go out for breakfast?” You asked with a tilt of your head.

It was Sam’s turn to blink in surprise before a grin made its way to his face. “I like the way you think.” He murmured and kicked off the counter to join you as you walked out the kitchen, his arm settling comfortably around your neck. “But you ain’t goin’ anywhere dressed like that, Cupcake.” He steered you back to your room after giving your baggy army sweater a long look. That was one of his, he noted, casually tugging you into your room.

Ten minutes later, the two of you were off the base, hijacking one of Tony’s fancy cars after you convinced FRIDAY to let you borrow it.

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The avengers were huddled around the dining room table, waiting impatiently for their food to be delivered. You and Sam had always been the ones to cook for the team, be it breakfast, lunch or dinner. None of them had ever questioned it, a stupid mistake apparently.

They had been waiting for half an hour already when Bucky entered the room, freshly showered and alert, having just returned for his morning jog around the facility. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked, shooting Steve a patronizing look when he opened his mouth to scold him on his cursing. The blonde shut his trap with an audible click of teeth and Pietro, whom had long abandoned siting still, was the one who answered the assassin.

“We’re waiting for breakfast.” He answered and the furrow between Bucky’s brows alerted them all on his subtle disapproval. Crossing his arms, he raised a brow condescendingly. “I wasn’t aware we had employed cooks.” He told them flippantly, gaze steady as they all seemed to blanch. Natasha stood from her stool and strode purposely in the direction of the kitchen, returning a few seconds later with a note in hand.

Her lips were thin as she slapped the paper down onto the table, turning on her heel to follow Bucky’s example and escape the room.

In Sam’s messy scrawl, five inked words stood out starkly against the crisply white paper.

“Shit Y/N!”

“Drop the stone, NOW!” 

~Awkward pause~

[A/N]: This is a follow-up to War-zone requested by @nea90sweetie and I hope you like it :). It kind of went off track halfway through and I played around with several scenarios in my head before I decided on this one.  

Summary: The Avenger tries their hand at matchmaking but manages to push you just a bit too far. Bucky declares war and shit goes down. 

Warning(s): Language, Violence, restraints(?), Fluff.

Enjoy~

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Looking around the corner suspiciously, you searched the floor for any of your fellow Avenger’s. The room was empty (thank god) and you wasted no time in flinging yourself onto the couch of the newly renovated rec-room. Two weeks had passed since the water disaster and during that time, you had been accosted, shoved, locked into closets and even had a completely unplanned dip in Stark’s pool.

Enough was enough!

These things wouldn’t normally bother you, nope, a little excitement was just part of everyday life when living with hyped-up superheroes. The man trailing after you was even less amused and you had yet to see him without a scowl since the first few incidents. Because, no, the avengers seemed to be targeting more than you this time. In fact, they seemed to be targeting the two of you together.

Usually, that wouldn’t be much of a problem, and whoever was targeted would be swift to respond with some kind of retaliation. However, this time, it wasn’t quite that easy given that Bucky was a hard person to pin down and while you had been forced to attune to his moods this past few weeks (to prevent unwarranted conflict) you were afraid he was about to reach his breaking point.

Then of course there was the small issue of you having a bit of a crush on the moody assassin and that kind of shit didn’t bode well for future teamwork.

Bucky sat down on the end of the couch you were sprawled on, absentmindedly lifting your shins to situate them in his lap. Shooting him a smile you hoped didn’t look too adoring, you sighed and threw your head back, lips pinched together tightly.

“Yeah nope, we’ve got to do something about this.” You muttered and barely caught Bucky’s nod as you sat up, hands supporting your upper body. His metal hand came up to curl around the sole of your foot, stroking absently. Shivering slightly at the sensation, you had to collect your mental faculties before you could even think about continuing. Who knew the moody assassin was so touchy-feely…?

Either way, you threw him a genuine smile and was just about to say something when Tony came swaggering in, duked out in complete Iron Man regalia, the helmet off and under his arm. You blinked and almost flinched away from the man, untangling your feet and sitting straight up in the couch to get a better look at what the hell was going on.

“Tony? Off for a mission?” You asked lightly, standing up just in case you were called as well but the billionaire simply shook his head and gripped your shoulder, pushing you down on the couch harshly. Gasping for the air you had lost at the sudden move, you felt Bucky’s growl more than heard it, his entire frame rattling with the force of his displeasure. “Nope, relax Y/N, sit down take a deep breath there’s nothing to worry about.” He answered cheerily.

“Stark.” Bucky hissed ominously but was completely ignored as Tony sat beside you, pushing your more fragile self into the friggin’ lap of the winter soldier. “What the hell, Stark!” You demanded, agitation growing when you merely received an unapologetic look and a shrug in return, the red and gold frame of his armor shining in the sunlight filtering through the huge windows of the tower.

“Oh, sorry, I was just trying out my new upgrades.” He told the two of you, taking in your tense bodies with a hint of glee reflected in his deep brown eyes. Maneuvering yourself upright, you planted your ass on Bucky’s powerful thigh and lunged forward to push the annoying tin-can off and away. You never noticed the hand steadying you by the small of your back.

“Then go do so somewhere else! I’m getting tired of your shit Stark and please forward that to the rest of the team as well.” You ground out when the armor didn’t budge a single inch, locked in place no doubt. When Tony seemed to be about to open his mouth and spew some self-righteous crap, Bucky twisted around you and shoved the menace away from the both of you, a metallic clang filling the air as his metal arm connected with the armor.

Tony was left grinning goofily on the floor, looking after you as Bucky dragged you out of the room by the wrist.

At this rate, he would win the bet.

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Clint’s hanging from a rafter… Again. That was your first thought when you entered the dimly lit kitchen of the tower. Somehow, you had hoped to be alone for just a measly few minutes before you were inevitably disturbed by one of your tormentors. Prank sprees were not uncommon amongst the team but you didn’t really know what had you deserving of one. Of course, you weren’t innocent by any means (displacement of several items amongst other things proved that) but you couldn’t remember any recent transgression.

There was no time to think as a gunshot rang through the air, followed by a wet squelch as liquid fell to the floor around your feet. “What the fucking… BARTON!” You yelled, hair dripping water and a bruise already forming on your forehead. You grabbed a kitchen knife from its holder and threw the very sharp weapon at the fleeing hawk.

The knife bounced harmlessly off the far wall and you could hear the laughter ringing through the hallway Clint had disappeared into. Steve and Bucky was in the room seconds later, both searching for the origins of the sound. What they found however was not what they expected. Steve very nearly tripped on the knife imbedded in the floor and Bucky’s grin as he castigated the poor soldier about his expletives was golden.

It disappeared rather swiftly though when he found you crumpled on the floor, head buried in your hands, trying desperately to calm your breathing now that the adrenaline was gone. Tears were running down your cheeks unbidden and you felt pitiful in your current state, mentally berating yourself for being so affected by the team’s teasing.

And then arms were around you and the familiar, comforting, scent of your favorite assassin washed over you, even stronger than usual curtesy of the shower he had just taken. “Shh, Doll, breathe.” He asked, pulling you closer, settling your ear against his heart like he used to with Steve when the man was still prone to asthma attacks.

Gradually, you regained your senses enough to relax against the only person that didn’t seem to want you ill. “What happened, doll?” Bucky asked softly and you buried your head in his black t-shirt, hiding your face and hoping it would somehow help quell the copious amounts of embarrassment flooding through you.

“I-I, breakfast… He-Clint… Headshot…” You managed to choke out between your heavy pants. Thankfully, Bucky understood enough of it to piece together what happened. He knew they’d both been harassed by the rest of the team for several days now and his own temper was on the verge of snapping.

“Why are they doing this, James?” You asked, wide vulnerable eyes gazing up at him, glassy with tears.

Snap.

The snap of the gun he’d been holding was audible and reflected his inner feelings rather well. The remains of the handgun fell to the floor, two pieces of a whole landing a few inches from the other. Steve, who had been watching the exchange with a concerned expression stepped up, his winter soldier senses tingling as Bucky rose painfully slowly from his crouch, dragging you up with him.

“Buck-“ Steve began but as harshly and violently cut off by his friend. Bucky’s metal hand was fisted in the fabric of Steve’s shirt holding him still while his other arm was wrapped securely around you. Convulsively, his flesh hand flexed on your hip as he attempted to regain his bearings.

“What.-“ He hissed, pausing only to tangle his fingers in your hair and press your head into his shoulder when you hiccupped. “-The hell is going on, huh, Stevie?” He didn’t ask rather than demand because the Winter Soldier asked for nothing, he took it. That he had retained some semblance of control was impressive if he did say so himself, especially when he could feel your tears through his nightshirt.

“Now wait a minute-“ Steve cut himself off when all he got in reply was a harsh glare that spoke more of the deadly assassin than his friend from the forties. Tensing, he backed up a step, Bucky letting go of his shirt when he did, the metal arm twitching for his thigh where Steve knew his friend kept a spare few kunai daggers. God help him, this was serious.

“Ok, ok. Just don’t flip out, alright.” He pleaded but Bucky’s lips just thinned at the plea, because if Steve asked that of him, whatever was going on had the potential to make him ‘flip out’, and that didn’t bode well for anyone involved. “The others made a bet on who could get the two of you together.” Steve’s words were meek an so completely not-him that you turned your head to the side to glance at him then up at Bucky whose eyes were shadowed by his bangs.

“So they decided to… abuse us?” He asked harshly, blue eyes glinting dangerously as they regarded Steve with an intensity that would make a lesser man run for the hills. Steve flinched at his tone and his phrasing, backing up another step, just in case his friend decided to get violent. The atmosphere around the three of you was frosty and tense, Bucky’s frame still as he waited for Steve’s answer.

“If it means anything, Banner, Vision and I took no part in the betting pool.” He grimaced and your lips thinned at the implications that everyone else was part of it. Taking a step away from the ex-assassin, you nodded in thanks to Steve before tugging on Bucky’s arm, hoping to distract him from the dark thoughts reflected in his eyes. “C’mon James, I think we have some covert-ops to plan, right?”

You glanced up to see the super-soldier staring at you softly, his lips tugging up into another one of those oh-my-god-he’s-smiling! Smiles, leaving you breathless for a scant second before you were ushered out of the room, trailing after the assassin as he led you to his room. Barnes stopped in the doorway, abruptly spinning on his heel, catching you around the waist when you very nearly tripped over yourself in your haste to stop your momentum and shot one last look at Steve (one decidedly less hostile).

“This means war.” He said coolly, scowling at nothing before continuing out the door, you having to jog to keep up with his long strides.

Steve gulped.

Quicksilver

The speedster didn’t know what hit him as he was shot in the back with enough tranquilizer to keep an elephant out of it for a good few hours. Bucky didn’t want to take any chances when it came to the speedy man, he had successfully ‘walked off’ a dozen bullets through his vitals so there was no knowing how long the effects of the tranqs would last.

Given your proclivity for sniper rifles, he had situated you in a cozy spot just above the gym area, waiting in the shadows for you to strike. The firearm was (thankfully) silenced and the shot was made easily as the silver haired Sokovian took a water break from running (quite literally) tracks in the floor.

Bucky easily slung the body over his shoulder, taking it away from the scene of the crime.

Scarlet Witch

Once Quicksilver was out of the way, the two of you had to act quickly, else Wanda notice something off with her brother. Their mental bond was strong and you had no doubt she knew what had happened to her brother the second Speedy Gonzales was out of the game.

Hesitatingly, you had let Bucky take care of her, the man not wanting you to be harmed in the inevitable crossfire. You listened to the battle from outside the room, standing guard in case any of the others would happen to want access to the pool.

Minutes later, Bucky strode out of the room with the witch carried over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You had zero clue how he had managed to incapacitate the powerful avenger but you didn’t ask.

You didn’t dare.

Black Widow

Natasha was next on your list and you were carefully armed with a new set of ICER guns for this particular fight. Sure Bucky knew he could take the Widow out, but by now, she would be expecting it. The redhead always seemed to know what was going on in the tower and you both suspected she knew what you were doing.

In the end, Bucky challenged Nat to a spar on the grounds that you could learn from watching two masters of the art go at it. You knew she was expecting something but being shot point blank in the back by you was not one of them.

Silently, you thanked Coulson and his team of nerds for their brilliant invention. At least this way, Natasha wouldn’t be too mad at you when she woke up.

Falcon

The winged avenger was next and surprisingly, he would prove to be the most prepared of all of them. “Meh, I knew you would catch onto us sooner or later.” He told the two of you from the air where he was safely floating, smirking at you. You could practically hear the gears grinding in Bucky’s head as he planned the capture of the colored man.

In the end, he huffed and retreated inside, only to return less than a minute later with a long rope attached to a grappling hook. Sam took one look at the weapon before looping in the air and yelling something akin to: “No way in hell, man!” Only to be yanked out of the air after Bucky’s second throw of the hook.

“SHIT!” he cried as he hit the ground, losing consciousness as he fell flat on his face. You caught Bucky’s metal wrist as he moved to collect the incapacitated man, a stormy expression on his face.

“Four down, three to go, yeah?” You told him with a meek smile. His blue eyes softened and he leaned down to press his forehead to yours, chuckling slightly at your wince as he irritated the bruise on your head.

In the end, you got no reply, only the rumbling lion-like purr of the assassin washing over you.

It was strangely reassuring

Thor

The Asgardian prince was next, his hulking form easily secured as Bucky jabbed a specially made drug into his neck by syringe. When you asked what kind of formula could keep an Asgardian down, he simply shrugged and said; “Hydra has many secrets.”

You wondered absently if you should be worried.

Iron Man

This time, it was your turn to attempt a strike. Not because Bucky was incapable, no (besides, you had a hard time thinking Bucky was incapable of most anything), but because Tony had been proven to let down his guard more easily around women. Well, women that weren’t Natasha.

All it took on your part was a flirtatious wink and a grin for Tony’s smile to become predatory as he watched you watching him working on his suits. It was an unfamiliar game you didn’t know and it took no time before you found yourself pinned to one of his work tables, face flushed beetroot red as Tony caged you with his arms playfully.

The genius stiffened above you then, the barrel of a gun pressed tightly to his temple. And of course, in his usual suaveness, he greeted the assassin glaring at him with a mischievous smile and a deliberate “Howdy, cowboy.” The statement really didn’t fit the situation.

He was shot on the spot, Bucky scowling down at the unconscious body.

Good riddance.

Hawkeye

For lack of better options, you had to wait with the hawk for last because the man was nearly impossible to find. After his little stunt that morning, he had been a ghost, retreating to one of his secret hideouts in the ventilation systems.

Had it not been for a stroke of genius, the chances of either of you finding him would’ve been pretty slim. Luckily, FRIDAY gleefully told you his location, her cackling catching you off guard. Who knew Tony had the balls to create a sadistic AI?

The hawk was done in by a point blank headshot curtesy of a grinning Bucky and the expression the super-soldier wore the moment he extracted your revenge for you would forever be imprinted in your memory.

Not to mention that he did it with an ICER arrow from the hawk’s own stash.

~

You sat snuggled up to your sergeant on the couch of the living area, eyes intent on the wide flat-screen of the TV, fingers laced with his metal ones in his lap. The famous theme song of Titanic played softly through the room as you watched the credits roll with a sigh.

Leaning your head to the side, you chanced a glance up at your partner in crime only to find him staring down at you with an adoring tilt of his lips. “What?” You asked, cheeks coloring as your mind flew through some rather colorful imaginations on what that look might mean. “Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow in a ‘what do you mean’ gesture. Used to his less vocal ways of communicating, you poked him in the chest. “What’s that look?” You pursed your lips slightly, missing how his eyes flickered down to watch the movement.

“What look.” You crinkled your nose at him when he bumped your foreheads together, it was a gesture that had become more and more familiar to you the past couple of weeks and you were secretly thrilled by the intimacy of it. His eyes were intent on your own and you poked him again, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. The action was mirrored by Bucky and his hand rose to trail patterns on your collarbones. “That look.” You answered breathlessly, all too aware of how close he was.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Oh, that was so obviously the Bucky Barnes from the forties and you had little time to think before he pressed his lips to yours softly. The kiss was short and sweet, the assassin catching your bottom lip between his as he pulled away, tugging slightly at it with his teeth.

A breathless ‘oh’ escaped you as he pulled you close, shifting on the couch to lay down comfortably on his back, you draped on top of him. Both of his arms came up to wind around you waist to stop you from moving around too much, not that you would.

Contently, you laid your cheek on his chest and let sleep take you away, not giving a second thought to your absent teammates.

Bucky watched you for a few minutes before laying back with a smile.

Victory had never tasted sweeter.

-

In the basement level of the tower, a bulletproof and hulk-secure glass cylinder sat innocently in the center of an otherwise abandoned floor. In it sat seven dazed superheroes, hog-tied together AND individually with extra reinforced rope Bucky had somehow pulled out of his ass.

Steve watched them come to with a faintly amused expression on his face.

“To be fair, I did warn you about Buck’s overprotective tendencies.” He laughed at the raging faces of his teammates, and he was sure, had it not been for the gags decorating their faces, they would be quite vocal in their outrage.

Turning from the four superheroes, he grinned at the grey concrete wall, careful not the let them see it.

[A/N]: fem!reader in this fic (at least a bit more obviously). Sorry about the slightly condescending outlook on the unnamed male in this one but unfortunately, my fingers ran away from me.

Warnings: Slight language, Slight non-con

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Humming to yourself, you mentally debated on whether to buy the plain cornflakes or the fruit loops. On one hand, the cornflakes were less sugary and better for your health, but the endless complaints that you would no doubt hear from the other Avenger’s wasn’t something you ever wanted to deal with. (Who knew assassins were so keen on sugar in the mornings?)

On the other hand, you knew both Steve and Bucky preferred the plain cornflakes, not used to the ridiculously sugary products of the modern day. But even you could admit to wanting the fruit loops, not that there was much of a chance of you getting your hands on them before they were consumed by the others. Woe is me, you thought sarcastically, such a first world dilemma.

You pondered a moment more before sighing and simply threw both packages into the cart, grabbing two more before you were satisfied. Doing grocery shopping for the avengers was always a shore, and it needed to be done more than once a week because the men in the tower all had bottomless pits for stomachs, no really, they had.

Abandoning the aisle, you grabbed some bread as you walked past, not deigning to think about the reactions of your teammates. They could deal, goddamit. Continuing to hum as you pushed the half-full cart, you unconsciously swayed your hips to the beat of the song blaring from your earbuds, ignoring all the looks your carefree behavior garnered.

Stopping in front of the spices, you plucked some off the shelves, putting them in the cart with a considering expression. Scouring the shelves for the pepper, you wondered where the hell it was. The store had recently been remodeled and it left you a bit confused. Hopefully, your helpers had better coordination than you had. Snorting a laugh, you couldn’t help but imagine your boys haplessly lost and frantic. Not likely, you giggled and shook your head, consequently catching sight of the pepper on the top shelf.

Just your luck, you grumbled. Of course the pepper (one of the most used spices in, like, the world), had to be of the highest shelf, (absurd, really). Gritting your teeth you balanced on your tip-toes and did your absolute best to reach the stupid spice. Alas, it was to no avail and you almost gave up when a foreign body pressed up against your own, causing you to tense.

A decidedly unfamiliar hand reached up from behind you and grabbed the blaster pepper before whoever had dared do something quite so bold stepped back from you. Whirling around, you had half a mind to put whoever in his place right then and there but the words died in your throat as you got a face-full of the glass bottle the pepper was contained in.

“Wha!” You exclaimed in surprise before snatching the bottle away, irritation washing over you. What the hell, who did that anyway? Rude, anyone? Ignoring your internal rambling, you focused sharp eyes on the perpetrator, glaring at him fiercely.

The man was mildly attractive, and you could tell that he was fully aware of his good looks by the arrogant slant of his eyes. Scoffing in your head, you looked him over critically before tapping your foot to the ground in irritation. He had nothing on your boys. A slight blush surfaced on your cheeks at the thought of them being yours, and you couldn’t quite stop the silly smile from tilting your lips heavenward.

Wrong decision apparently because the man who had been attempting to feel you up (read: Molest you) was grinning smugly at you. “Hello pretty lady, you’re on my list to do tonight.” He smiled smarmily and looped an arm around you, squeezing your bum as he went. In your horrified state, you could do little but recoil and make a disgusted sound that the perv seemed to take as an encouragement.

“Get off me!” You shrieked,  mildly traumatized, pushing against his arm but unfortunately the guy was ripped and you didn’t even have a chance. A few passerby shoppers gave the two of you a strange look but did nothing to intervene. Cowards, all of them… you groused and just as you made yourself ready to take drastic measures, you caught sight of your two chaperones, both looking primed for murder as they followed the movement of the perv’s hand as it snaked upupup and just barely brushed the underside of your breast.

Inwardly, you took notice of the bloodlust permeating the air from down the aisle.

Before he could get any more ahead of himself you stomped your foot down hard on his toes and the despicable man jumped back from you, pushing you back and into the shelves behind you with a mighty shove.

A pained whimper graced your lips unbidden and not two seconds later you were in familiar arms, concerned blue eyes scouring your frame for any visible injuries. “Steve, James.” You breathed in relief as your eyes connected with Bucky’s blue-grey and the feeling of safety and warmth just seemed to wash over you as they both formed a protective wall between yourself and the pervert.

“Doll.” Bucky’s rough voice sent shivers down your spine and you could feel the anger reverberating off of him as he took your face in both hands and kissed your forehead, calming both you and himself and preventing a bloodbath at the same time. Steve was even more tightly coiled than Bucky and you was almost afraid that he would strain something with how hard he was posturing. A silly notion, you knew, what with the super serum and everything.

The male that had publically made a fool of himself didn’t seem to realize the situation he was in and he whipped back on you to tear you a new one. “You bitch! The hell do you think you’re doing?!” He asked harshly and raised a hand to punctuate his statement with a blow. The blow, however, came to his pride as his wrist was caught mid-air by Bucky’s metal hand, the gleaming vibranium concealed by the dark long sleeved shirt he was wearing paired with a single glove on his inorganic appendage. “Back off.” Steve demanded in his Cap-voice and you pressed yourself back against his chest, the closer to his warm body, the safer you felt.

A burst of confidence rose inside you, surrounded by the safety of you beau’s. “Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t believe you’ve met my boys.” You sassed him off and the tightening of Steve’s arms around you let you know that he was proud of your fighting back, if a bit unsteadily. Meanwhile, Bucky was squeezing the wrist just a tad too hard and a small but deafening crack was heard before he let go, leaving the man clutching at his appendage pitifully.

“I’m going to sue you lady, you and your stupid boy-toys.” He hissed before fleeing the aisle with his tail between his legs. You blinked after him with frightened eyes, but your trepidation subsided as both your boys caged you in between them, hushing you softly and wiping at the tears you weren’t even aware of before Bucky scooped you up and carried you out of the building, Steve hot on his heels.

Imagine: Teaming up with Bucky against Clint and Natasha in a water fight.

Warnings: Slight language, Violence(sort of)

Enjoy~

You didn’t know how it started, really, you didn’t. Somewhere between relaxing on the couch in a flimsy summer dress and the others leaving to do whatever. One thing was clear though, leaving a bunch of assassins without anything to do was hazardous to your health, something you were experiencing right now, pressed up against the one and only James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, hiding for your life as Natasha prowled the corridor just outside the supply closet the two of you were snugly hidden in. Given the soldier’s antisocial tendencies, you were surprised he had even bothered involving you.

Awkwardly, you shifted away from the former sergeant and immediately winced as a pointy shelf dug itself into your spine. Silently, Bucky tugged you back against him and clasped his hand (the non-metal one) over your mouth, silencing any protest you might’ve had. Giving you a hooded look, Bucky opened the door, the danger gone with the redhead and let you out (like a real-friggin-gentleman, too, ugh!) and held a finger to his lips to signal you keeping your mouth shut.

Clasping his hand when offered, the ex-hydra assassin led you through the winding corridors of the tower and into a better position for the game they were playing. Pressing a sniper-rifle into your hands you took a moment to flail, not knowing what the hell you were supposed to do with it.

Because if assassins having a water-balloon fight wasn’t enough, Tony just had to design weapons (harmless of course) that accommodated mini-water-balloon sized ammo. How he managed to do that, you’d never know. But since it was Tony we’re talking about, just about everything is possible.

Giving Bucky a confused look, he looked at you intensely for a moment before taking the gun again and painstakingly slowly went through the movements of loading and reloading the gun, guiding your hands through the sequence a second time before disappearing from your side. Frantically, you looked around for the assassin but couldn’t seem to find him anywhere. The door to the rec-room opened slowly and Clint peeked inside, his water-gun raised threateningly.

You held your breath as he scoured the room with those hawk-eyes of his and a stilted shriek left you as you felt a weight press against your upper back and arms. Luckily for you, the vibranium of Bucky’s left arm was a sufficient sound dampener and Clint didn’t notice a thing.

“Shh, calm down.” The winter soldier murmured lowly in your ear, his breath hot on the side of your face. Trembling slightly (because of more things than one), you focused on your breathing, the reassuring scent of Bucky calming your frayed nerves, if only a little. Sensing your calm, Bucky adjusted your grip on the rifle and nudged you into a better laying position for firing. “Just aim and I’ll do the rest.” He breathed and you did as told, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you zeroed in on the wannabe Legolas as he filled some more ammo by the bar, his back to you.

“That’s great, doll. Be ready to move.” A reassuring squeeze of your hand and Clint stumbled forward at the force of the balloon hitting him straight in the back, a second following less than half a minute later. The archer whipped around only to hear the slight rustling form the vents as you and Bucky retreated, not wanting to risk being spotted.

Team Barnes: 2

Team Barton: 0

Muffling your giggles with your hand, you thought back on the stupefied look on Clint’s face and had to suppress a second round of hysterical laughter. The rifle was strapped to your back, swaying slightly as you moved, being that the straps were adjusted for Bucky’s large frame. Sharing a smile with the assassin, you only had a second to duck down as a balloon was thrown at you with deadly accuracy, heart in your throat. Hadn’t it been for Bucky’s enhanced reflexes, both of you would be soaking wet. And judging by the wetness of your partner’s metal arm, he hadn’t been able to dodge the blow completely.

Natasha was standing tensely at the other end of the corridor, both guns raised, along with an eyebrow at your involvement in their little game. Then a cattish smirk rose on her face and you could just see the plotting going on behind those sharp eyes of hers. Twitching slightly, you snatched a gun from your partner’s belt, the automatic smoothly firing off a volley of five compressed water balloons, none of which hit the sly SHIELD agent.

Then Natasha was gone and you slumped a bit, unconcerned with the surprised look Bucky gave your aggressiveness. “She’s planning something, I could see it.” You muttered in consternation, a bit disappointment at your most recent epic failure.

A cool palm settled on your head and you looked up at the soldier with a pout. Sure, you weren’t an assassin, nor were you an agent of any kind, but you knew how to handle the basic gun, and you sure as hell knew how to hit a target with stunning precision. But of course, Natasha would slip away, the perfect spy, you thought.

“Don’t worry, Doll, we’ll get her.” You were thankful for his reassurance, and your heart warmed when he said we, instead of I. The emotion disappeared rather quickly though as you were both sprayed by water from above, Clint using his high-pressure water gun to nail them both while they were distracted.

“Hahaha! Thanks for the idea, suckers!” You could hear from the vents but the gloating stopped rather quickly when the archer noticed the water grenade rolling innocently from the opening of the ventilation system. “Oh Shi-!” You didn’t hear anymore as you ran away from the site. Honestly, Bucky was a genius.

Team Barnes: 3

Team Barton: 3

The two teams had been at an impasse for a while now, either side only scoring a few points every now and again. With both sides having an equal amounts of points, neither dared make a move, not wanting to give the enemy the upper hand. Which was the only reason Bucky and you were lounging in the former’s room, waiting for a chance to strike back.

The others would be arriving back anytime now and you had to be finished by then. Considering the entire tower looking like a warzone, you could only speculate in the eruption that was bound to happen when Steve and Tony caught the culprits. But never mind that, you couldn’t bring yourself to care when you were having so much fun.

Fiddling with the sniper-rifle Bucky had shoved you in the beginning of the game, you attempted to force the stubborn straps to shorten but the stupid thing was stuck. Sighing, you gave up, throwing your hands in the air dramatically. “I give up, it doesn’t budge.” You grumbled and gave the rifle in your lap a consternated look.

Bucky’s quiet presence sidled up to you form the side, plucking the gun from your hands and looped the straps around your arms, the dangling weapon resting against your back. With a decidedly powerful tug, he tightened the harness around your arms with the hint of a smile on his lips. Blushing brightly, you watched his fingers work, leaving you breathless and pondering. Gosh, so much power, your inner consciousness nearly melted at the possibilities and you had to quickly suppress the images suddenly flooding your mind, least you do something embarrassing.

Jolting out of your thoughts at the distant sound on a landing quinjet, you shared a glance with the sergeant and you both took off in the direction of the rec-room, the final rendezvous point and the site of the final showdown. The couches and furniture had been spread across the room to make for good hiding places. The two arrived to both Clint and Natasha ready to rumble, having a running start, Bucky snatched you from your feet and slid, back to the floor, past the balloons being shot from their opponents, and in behind an overturned table.

Catching your breath, you threw one of the grenades Bucky had equipped you with some hours before, landing a hit on both Clint and Natasha. Sharing a grin with your partner, you set to work, aiming to win.

“What the hell is going on here?!” Tony’s shrill voice made them all stop, dropping the weapon they were holding, as per the agreement. Completely drenched, Natasha leaned casually against the soaked couch, her hip jutting out a bit to the side. “Calm down Stark, we were just having a bit of fun.” She told him with a razor sharp grin that had you shying away behind Bucky’s towering frame.

“FUN?!” His voice was weirdly high-pitched in a way that really didn’t suit him. “It looks like a fucking war-zone in here!” He ranted but none of them paid him any mind, nor did they think much of the other Avenger’s subsequent gaping at the state of the room.

“FRIDAY, the score?” Clint asked with a smug smirk, his eyes intent upon you and Bucky. You shifted slightly in anticipation and neither of you noticed the fact that you were holding hands. Both Steve and Natasha did though and the glimmer of victory was reflected in the former KGB-agent’s eyes as she surveyed the two of you like a cat that caught the canary.

“Team Barton scored thirty-four points during the entirety of the game while Team Barnes scored fourty-one.” The slightly accented voice of FRIDAY made Clint fall down on the wet couch with a dramatic sigh only overpowered by the awkward squelched as the two bodies met.

“YES!” You cried, throwing your fist up in victory before whirling around to face Bucky who was watching you with an honest-to-god smile on his face. Bouncing on your feet, you threw your arms around his neck and drew him into a hug that had him crouching slightly. Laughing, you drew back only to press a kiss to his stubbly cheek with glimmering eyes. “We actually won, James!” You cheered and you barely noticed the other avenger’s knowing looks as Bucky threaded his arms around your back, tentatively hugging you back, careful not to press too hard with his metal arm.

Imagine: Whenever Thor and Steve decide to practice their fighting skills on one another, it occasionally gets a bit personal and intense because they’re both in love with you.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries and violence

Enjoy~

“Really, guys?” You sighed with a deadpan, eyes trailing over your teammate’s bruised and bloody frames. The disappointment in your eyes was palpable, designed solely to make the two men feel bad. Why they kept doing this was a mystery to you and honestly, you thought this petty rivalry was a bit silly.

Unfortunately for you, both men were stubborn as mules and every time Thor would visit the tower (which was becoming much more frequent, now that you thought about it), they would brawl in the tower’s gym. Which left you, as the team’s designated healer, to patch them back up.

“I apologize for the inconvenience, lady Y/N.” Thor murmured dejectedly and you sighed, reaching out a hand to tilt his head to the side, inspecting the forming bruises on his cheek, taking note of the small cut just under his eyebrow. He’d have one hell of a shiner tomorrow. You grimaced at the damage and withdrew your hand, turning the tap of the basin in Tony’s spacious bathroom, the water coming forward in a rush of sound.

“I get the testing your skills part, I really do.” And you did, you invited Natasha to spar at least twice a week, preferring to keep your skills sharp. And while the two of you had something similar to a rivalry, it didn’t reach nearly the levels this was rising to.

“But the macho male dominance thing just seems silly. There’s nothing around here to compete about.” You told them distractedly, the water swirling above your hands, ready to be used. Splitting the liquid equally between your hands, you settled one on each superhero’s shoulder, eyes closed. The healing process demanded your complete concentration and you’d loathe to mess something up. 

Given your minute lack of sight, you completely missed the heated glances the two men shot you, nor did you see the glare they shared between one another.

The redhead in the doorway shook her head in exasperation and had to restrain herself from banging her head into the wall.

How freaking oblivious could a person be?

Hello~

[A/N]: First Avengers imagine, and of course I had to pick Hawkeye, because I love all the underrated characters in fandoms. Meh...

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”What the hell?”

The customary phrase came from none other than Steve, the paragon of virtue. You took a second to compute the curse before giving the super soldier a sly glance.

“Language, Steve” You mocked and Steve slumped a bit, incensed that no one could seem to forget his slip-up. Honestly, one time…-

“But seriously, what’s going on here, were are the others?” You asked, glancing around the room to see if you could spot them. The two of you had been on a mission and had just gotten back from the debriefing only to find an empty tower.

“Friday, what is going on here?” Steve asked in his cap-voice, that you had come to call it. He only ever used it on missions and when he was worried, given the circumstances, you deduced that he was worried. The sassy AI was nowhere to be heard and the anxiety bubbling up in your stomach couldn’t be quelled.

Your gun was in your hand a second later, the captain holding his shield tensely. Your posturing didn’t last for long, and you relaxed into an easy slouch when Loki stepped out of the doorway that led to the kitchen.

You did however arch a brow when you spotted six small balls of fluff pouncing at the mischievous god’s heels. The kittens bounced harmlessly off the metal of Loki’s armor and the disgruntled hisses could be heard echoing around the stillness.

“Oh my goodness, Loki! What did you do?” You questioned with a tired sigh and a wave towards the creatures that you vaguely recognized. Grimacing at the possibility, you squatted down and held your hand out to the furry little critters. The sandy blonde one seemed to perk up as he spotted you and immediately sashayed over, unmistakable blue eyes staring up at you unblinkingly as he rubbed his fragile little body along your hand. Never once stopping his prowling, you found yourself with a handful of fluff as he settled comfortably in the crook of your neck.

Rolling your eyes at your boyfriend’s affectionate behavior, you turned to Loki for an explanation, an eyebrow arched high.

“They annoyed me.” The god simply stated and flounced over to the couch, dropping into it gracefully with a put-upon expression twisting his –admittedly– handsome features.

The sharp kitten-snort coming from your shoulder distracted you from your incredulity and you looked down at your assassin-boyfriend-turned-kitten and gave him a deadpan look. “Yeah, I know” you muttered and was rewarded by an affectionate headbutt to the underside of your chin.

You shook your head and threw your hands into the air, leaving Steve to do his patented reprimanding, taking your kitten and stalking out of the room. The purring at your nape was a tiny bit distracting and you cupped a hand around the kitten to prevent him from falling to his death. You were rewarded by a series of tickling kitten-licks to your throat and you giggled softly in response.

The kitten was all nice and cuddly and you had always wanted a pet. Tony’s ‘no pets’ policy hindered that though and you glanced down at Clint with a speculative expression. “You put Loki up to this, didn’t you?” The wide innocent eyes looking up at you confirmed your theory and you laughed at the prank. With a wistful sigh, you let your tired body slump down onto the bed, Clint holding on for dear life with his underdeveloped kitten-claws. 

Clutching the small body to yourself, you blinked the black spots form your vision and the next moment found yourself in the toned arms of your fully human boyfriend. “Hey.” You murmured, too exhausted to care at the moment. Giving the man a sloppy kiss to the cheek, you burrowed in his warmth and let sleep take you to the land of dreams. Barely, you heard the quietly murmured; “Welcome home, babe”. Feeling Clint’s lips lingering on your forehead, you gave a content sigh and drifted off. 

However nice kitten-Clint proved to be, you much preferred the real thing.