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Peter & Bruce have not once interacted in the MCU prior to BND yet Iβm still so emotional over this since Iβm SO invested in the domestic! Avengers fics. It just makes this ten times sadder for us diehard domestic! Avengers enjoyers. The only thing missing is Y/n Stark.
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watching a nhl hockey game (go Wild!) whilst reading kinky smutty heated rivalry fanfic is a very fun experience - i like to imagine that im infecting these maga hockey players with thoughts of gay sex through my phone<3
(Not even close to who I usually write for, but before the Olympics, my tiktok fyp was full of the hockey player that saw ghosts and tumbled all over the ice. Then heroes turned to zeroes real quick, and still have strong mixed feelings towards all of it. I'm writing this more out of frustration than anything else. Thanks for entraining my therapy session to myself.)
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Quinn sighed and knocked on a well too familiar door. It open to you with your arms crossed, leaned on the frame. He heard the sound of skates on ice from the living room tv. "What game are you watching?" He questioned, his attempt to keep things friendly. "The Mighty Ducks. I'm not having my son watch sexists gold medalists not be held accountable. So, only fictional hockey players, especially when one of the best players defends a girl who plays with them. Even twelve-year-olds in the ninety's realized that." His mouth opened, you quickly removed the chance for him to speak. "No. Don't tell me, it wasn't your fault. You support the women's hockey team, and yet you can't even apologize." You sassed and tried not to enjoy the humiliation on his face. He ran his hand through his brown curls. "Does he-" "No. I'm not making my son hate his dad when he's not even in the third grade. I am making sure he learns lessons about a lot of things that his father hasn't understood." Quinn stood there silently with his hands in his pockets.
You made two steps back to let him in. "Bryce," you call over your shoulder, "your father is here." The seven-year-old came running up to the front door. "Daddy!" He exclaimed and hugged Quinn's leg, your ex-husband still in shock over your words. Quinn's hand mindlessly ruffling Bryce's hair. "Can we go to the game, please?!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
Bryce looked at both of you, unsure of which answer to believe. Quinn looked back at you, "Why can't he go?" You huffed before you knelt in front of your son, "Why don't you go make sure you have everything for this weekend, especially that you have enough books." "But-" "Go, please." Bryce ran off to his room while you stood straight again.
"He can go when his dad apologizes and not just privately either. His father was once a captain, he should know how to act like a leader and do the right thing." The last words came out of gritted. "Bryce shouldn't be punished." "No, he shouldn't. He deserves better, but I'm working with what I got. It's not just him I'm worried about." You yelled in a whisper.
"Mom, I can't find my-" Bryce walked into the scene, the tension even obvious to him. "I'm not going to the game, am I?" He questioned in a soft tone and looked down at his untied shoes. The same sad dark brown eyes as his father. You got on his level, "Remember how we talked about how sometimes people take their anger out on the wrong people?" He nodded. "I think something like that would happen if you went to the game." Bryce sucked in his bottom lip, his attempt of trying not to be upset. "Hey," using a soft touch to raise his face to look at you, "You can go to the practice though." You gave him a small smile and rubbed your nose against his. "Really?"
Both of you looked to Quinn, "If your dad says it's okay." Father and son shared the same full mouth smile. "Always okay with me." Bryce made a quick dash to his room and came back with his bag and skates around his neck. "You ready to go, Bryce?" Quinn grinned. "Yeah!"
When Bryce was partway down the staircase away from your apartment, you grabbed Quinn's arm. "Apologize, even if it's just on your behalf, and he can go to any home game. Be the change that's many people want to see. Everyone was so happy when both teams were coming home with gold..." You sighed, "Some people won't forgive after so long, but I know some will as long as it's truly acknowledged. Don't just do it for me and Bryce. Do it as if we had a girl instead and she learned what happened cause that's what all the girls and women watching and wanting to do something big with themselves too."
(Please be kind, I do understand why people are having incredibly strong feelings towards this issue. It has been one that has bothered me as well. I haven't posted anything as political as this and felt like it was worth sharing. Might delete later. Thank you.)
okay but like what if Tony somehow came back from the dead but because he was dead the spell didnt work on him, so he comes back and heβs like βwhereβs underoos?β And everyone else is so confused but heβs just stressing out more and more, and Tonyβs just like βwhereβs my goddamn son?β And then one day he sees Peter and Peter just breaks down and Tonyβs sitting there thinking βwhat happened to you kid?β And then idk they fix it or something??
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The whole team heard your tirade of anger and bustling footsteps ascending towards the main area. "Easy killer, what did Barnes do?" Tony tried to make you smile. The rest of the team looking uneasily at the scene you started to make. "Tell me where Barnes is." You teeth nearly grinding together. Within the two micro-seconds that Tony didn't answer, you snapped your head at Steve. "Where is he?" "I don't-" "Oh, cut the crap, Steven. Where is he?" Steve glanced at Sam, "I'm staying out of this. Don't look at me." He raised his hands in surrender. You started to walk towards the over century old man when Tony's hand grabbed your shoulder.
"Hold on. Before you go off and kill a former assassin, want to tell us why we're on the man hunt for him, hmm? Seem reasonable?" Tony questioned. You rolled your eyes and pushed pass Tony. He waited until you were going down the stairs. "Alright, who wants to follow her? Cause as much as I love Robo-Cop, we need him around." He joked. When no one volunteered, Tony sighed. "Hey, Peter!" He called and eager steps came following through. "Yeah! What's up, Mr. Stark!?" "Go see what Ms. Killer is going to do to Terminator." "BARNES!" They all heard your yell echo up the stairs. "I don't think it'll be anything good." Peter commented.
Two pairs of loafers, one man's and one female's. A black belt. Haphazardly discarded scarf. A leather skirt, the zipper barely undone.
"I'm sorry, why is there a trail of clothes heading to the elevator?" Tony questioned the entire group on the main level. "Tony, that question should be asked in your direction." Nat countered. "Well, obviously, since I'm the one asking, I'm not the cause." He argued then looked around. "No..." he nodded towards Nat, "no," towards Bruce, "definitely not." He pointed to Steve. "We're missing some humans." He then added. "Tony-" Steve sighed. "I just want to make sure whoever made the mess... cleans it up."
There was soft padding of socked feet on the stairs.
Quietly, you grabbed your disregarded clothes in your oversized sweatshirt and cotton shorts. "Not my first guest," Tony admitted. "Had some fun last night, did we?" Nat asked with a smirk. Heat grew to your cheeks. You stumbled on your words, "I...it was... really warm in here last night...and-" You pulled your skirt and shoes up to your chest, "I'm bringing these back to my room." You nearly spirited back up the stairs.
The whole team then stared at the remaining pair of shoes and belt. "Friday! Tell me who's shoes these are."
~~~
A "family dinner" was announced by Steve in the group chat not but a half hour after you left the main living space.
You sat at the dining table feeling like an angsty teen. You looked down at your plate and picked at it, just an attempt to avoid eye contact with anyone, especially him.
Steve softly nudged your elbow and lowered his head to just meet your eyes. "You okay?" His voice so soft. A brief nod and a quirk of a corner of a lip was all he got in return. "It's not a bad thing. We've all done - " He met your eyes again, realized what he was actually spoken about, and cleared his throat and started to feel cumbersome situation as well. "Yes, dad, I know," you teased him in a mere whisper. Steve really was like a parent to you on the team. You glanced upward with your eyelashes to the man you thought the opposite of and quickly brought them to your plate.
"I have a missing pair of men shoes found in the living room today." Tony simply announced as if it happened on an everyday occurrence. He pulled them out from the floor by his chair. "Anyone want to claim them?" You wanted to melt under the table. "I mean, I already know who they belong to, but I just wanted to see if you'll volunteer to grab them first." Glances were exchanged, and "not me" were muttered between the table. He stood.
At that moment, Bucky stood up and grabbed the shoes from Tony's grasp. "Oh, don't forget this either," he then bent down again to retrieve the belt, "need it to keep your pants on, Barnes."
Steve turned towards back to you with speed that would've given the average man whip lash. A furry of emotions flew through you at the identical speed. You tossed your napkin on your plate, glared at Tony, and quickly left the table. To the elevator, up to your room, and when the door closed behind you, you slid down it. Utterly defeated and ashamed. Now, Bucky will never want to see you again. That's what you get.
You hid your face in your knees and only wanted to go back to last night where there was only utter bliss before, during, and after the miscellaneous clothing scattered.
A soft knock interrupted your tears and dreams. "Go away!" You yelled. "It's just me," Steve replied, and you could tell his dad tone was getting stronger. You ignored him and stayed exactly where you were. "Tony shouldn't have done that. I thought he wasn't going to -" he sighed as you just felt more humiliated. "C...can you come out or let me in?" His voice polite and desperate in wanting to help you. You wanted nothing from him. When there once again no response, "I...find me when you want to talk." His footsteps descended.
You trudged yourself into your bed after a half hour. Another soft knock. An eye roll and a sigh were all you could manage back. No words came through, just another gentle knock. You wanted to yell but knew there was no point. Steve already tried to talk to you. Why is he trying again so soon?
The door opened. You curled deeper into yourself. A hand lifted the blanket, and a body joined you. At first, you flinched at the contact, but then relaxed when his scent hit your nostrils. "I'm sorry," you mumble to Bucky.
"Why are you apologizing?"
Your eyes fluttered open at his response. He looked content almost entirely relaxed. "I'm not sorry for what we did." He added, his body got closer to yours. You gazed into his blue eyes, words adrift from your head. His head dipped and your lips united.
Bucky discovers he knows the April centerfold pin up of Stars and Stripes. Somehow, she begins to write letters and exclusives when word gets to her that the Brooklyn soldier re-discovers her. Then the moral upheaval tour comes to his camps.
no y/n used
p*rn with some plot at the ending
~April 1943~
"Barnes, get a load of the centerfold in the Stars and Stripes. Even says she from Brooklyn." One of the men in his unit exclaimed and tossed him the magazine already began to be well loved. At first, Bucky rolled his eyes, just because he was from the same didn't mean he knew every dame from there.
He flipped to the pages. He knew that smile and those eyes. The body and shape...wow...that was all new to him. Bucky never got to see above a girl's knees unless he managed to catch a quick glance during fast dancing. Damn, he was memorized. "Don't forget to share, Serg!" One of the boys teased.
Bucky kept the issue. He could only imagine having you really in his lap on the nights he needed to feel something beyond the fear of going into battle again the next day. Bucky remembered the lucky evenings he was able to walk you home from school and the dance halls. However, he was never given more than a quick kiss on a cheek and your teasing grin when you walked into your building's door. Always leaving him wanting more but never giving into his wants.
"Sergeant James Barnes!" Mail. He bolted to the man handing out letters and small packages. He glanced over the multiple envelopes. His mother, sister, Steve, and one more. The cursive was one he only saw in small scraps of paper before. Ah, hell, it was his centerfold.
Dear James, I heard that you are one of soldiers that are fond of my work. Don't think that I don't remember those nights by my doorstep. Quite the opposite actually.
His body nearly shook when he kept reading. It was addicting. His eyes couldn't read fast enough.
I thought I'd leave a couple of my unseen works with my favorite loyal soldier.
The blue eyes peaked down at the photos you sent to him. He felt his cock stiffen. "Care to share with the class, Barnes?" One of the neighboring soldiers asked him. Bucky blinked out of his concentration. "Just letters from Mom and Steve," he cleared his throat and walked off to one of the bunks.
~~November 1943~~
Six months past. Six more letters came. More photos along with them. All safely tucked away in the same Stars and Stripes mag.
Lunch hour came and the other soldiers were teasing their superior. "Haven't seen my April edition of Stars and Stripes, have you, Barnes? You were the last one I gave it to." "Did you here that some of the pin-ups are going on a tour?" "Yeah, stopping here this week." Bucky nearly choked on his food. "April edition, included." "Have to keep the... moral... up some how." "A-April, you said?" Bucky needed that confirmation. Not once had it been mentioned in your letters. "Yeah, Jan through April and September." Wheels were turning and wires were clicking in his brain. He left his food and went to his bed. "Someone gotta make sure he looks better than the rest of us." "Has to try a lot harder than that."
Bucky read word for word every letter. He looked at every exclusive photo. There it was, one from the third set you sent him, Can't wait to see you. He thought nothing of it when it came. Hell, barely even looked at the back of the photos for you handwriting. He felt like an idiot and needed to prepare for you.
Traded all his cigarettes for the supplies he thought he could use or more like...need.
Took extra care of his appearance.
Made sure there was no actions he could do that would take away the privilege.
Nothing to stop him from you.
~~The Holy day came. The small stage constructed. The new vehicles entering and exiting the camp. Photographers setting up their equipment. Everything in between.
Then, the girls. Had to be at least ten. He only recognized the curls of the back of your head to get his attention. Bucky broke into a small jog, going up to the group of dolls. You turned to him before he got the chance. "Hi, soldier," your smirk a little too familiar to his brain. "I'll catch up with you later," she told the girls and walked away from the group, making him follow you without having to say or do anything else. Like a loyal little pup he was; not just wanting any treat you could offer but also make you feel so good knowing he was yours.
"Take me where I can give you a special showing, Sargent Barnes." You whisper into his ear. "Yes, ma'am," he accepted his order and walked you into the rarely charted territory of the woods behind the camp. Little did you know, he already set up a somewhat bed with a sheet and blanket. "You went beyond the call of duty, soldier. Should get a metal for that." You spoke with amazement and started to kiss him.
It took a minute before the two of you were on top of the blanket, lips still connected. His hands wandered your body slowly as if he was trying to memorize every curve and divot. You softly moan into his lips and grinded into him. His lips pulled away and his eyes looked into yours for the next order. Willing to accept whatever you said. You stroked his recently shaven cheek, "How about...you make a show for me before I put on mine for you." You voice oozed with lust. Bucky nodded under you before you rolled off of him.
Eagerly, you watched Bucky begin to unbutton his uniform top. You swore and rolled your head back when you saw the muscles he hid from you for so long. "Now," you started when he grabbed the waist band of his pants, "slower." You flicked your eyes up to his face and back down to his hands. "We want this to last," you added and your own hand began to explore your body. A whimper turn groan came from the soldier. "Don't pout, you'll get your turn."
He took his instruction. Unbuttoned. Unzipped. His cock being able to start to breathe. Pants down. "No," you stopped him when his digits started on his white boxers. "That's my job." You summoned him over by you with a single finger.
You gently pulled out his stiff member and gave it a couple of quick strokes. Bucky whimpered when you stopped and released your hand. Your lips replaced your previous grip. "Fuck, doll," he moaned as your tongue traveled. His breath hitching every now and again before you pulled off with a pop.
His pleading blue eyes up at you. "Thought you wanted a show too." You winked at him before standing. You gave him a true show with taking off your top, pulling off your shirt. Leaving only in your bra and underwear.
"Now, where were we? Hmm?" You asked as you throttled him. When he didn't answer you fast enough, you leaned down to his ear. "I believe it was your turn to use your tongue, soldier." He rolled the two of you over before beginning to kiss from your neck downward. He reached your panties and looked up for your approval. You quickly nodded before he nearly ripped them off. Bucky then kissed from your knees upwards. Started gentle and soft before slowly turning up the toughness. Your fingers tangled in and gripping onto his hair, encouraging him the whole way.
At some point, you flipped back on top of him. His cock deep inside you. Riding him as if it was your only purpose in life while he thrusted up into you as if it was his. His hands finding his favorite parts of your body. The high that both of you needed from each other finally hitting the forefront.
You collapsed on him, panting, "Fuck, now I know I am serving my country."
Protective Bucky Barnes vs your abusive drunk brother
Warnings: Alcoholic, verbal and physical abuse. Bucky Barnes
Something made Bucky stop his intoxicating touches and movements. When he separated himself from you, you tried to pull him back into you, he didn't budge. Your eyes tried to explore his while they attempted to find what disrupt your evening. "Hey," you gently stroked his cheek to have him look back down on you, "come back to me." You whispered to him. Then, you heard what he had been aware of this whole time. Your drunk brother. You groaned and laid down on the bed in defeat.
In the next room, Oscar rummaged through everything. "If we just stay in here, he won't bother us." You stated and sat back up. Bucky, at first, tried to give all his attention to you. However, when the slurs of your name came from the next room, it all tumbled like a block tower. The swearing came next, both out of your brother's mouth and in your head. Despite that though, you still adored your older brother...when he wasn't in the state that he was in presently. He was a gem when he was sober and did everything he could for you. That was far and few in between for the past few years now. Bucky only knew the drunken half.
The bedroom door rattled before it few open. A sloshed and weathered version of Oscar stood there, a nearly empty bottle in his hand. "Dad isn't going to walk you down the aisle if you keep up with what your doing," he motioned between the pair of you with his bottle before he took a swig. You gritted your teeth. He doesn't mean it. He knows what he says isn't true. "You're going to turn my sister into the neighborhood bike, Barnes. You proud of that?" He smirked and leaned on the door frame, barely able to keep his stance. That smirk and the smell of whiskey brought on the next actions.
Bucky slammed Oscar up against the wall. All your brother did was laugh in his face. "Go ahead, hit me. That's what tough guys like you do, isn't it?"
"You don't talk to her like that." The words gritted out of Bucky's teeth, his muscles tense. "Or what, Bucky? 'm just sayin' the truth." Anger grew from the pits of Bucky's stomach. "Your the neighborhood drunk, who can barely keep a job, so you can only stay with your sister." Oscar's head went back with laughter, "See, now you're gettin' it, Barnes. Now, say some'ing about my sweet sis and we'll all take turns."
It took everything in Bucky's self-control not to beat your brother more senseless than he already was. "If you had even an idea of how-" You smashed the bottle that was your brother's into the garbage that broke their starring contest to look at you. "Temper, li'l sister, temper." Oscar hiccupped. "Let him go, he's drunk. He doesn't know what he is saying." You spoke as calmly as you could manage. "Aww, li'l sis!" Standin' up for me against 'is big bad man." He mockingly cooed at you. Bucky did let him go, Oscar then slid down the wall. "You deserve better than him living here, doll." Bucky said. You couldn't manage to get a response out while you helped your brother stand and began to walk him down the hall.
"'member when I was the best big brother?" You brother softly smiled up at you when you managed to get his feet on the bed. "Yeah that's the problem. You haven't been lately." You mindlessly spoke to him. He laughed as if what you said was a joke. "You used to run to me for every'ing!" His laugh began to fade. "Now, you go to that...Barnes." You rolled your eyes, "You'd be friends if you were sober. He takes -" You tumbled on the ground, holding your cheek. Bucky was in the room in a second and grabbed you. "He hurt you?" He whisper pained. You shook your head and attempted to stop the tears. "He didn't mean to." Oscar stumbled out of bed. Bucky gently let you go and threw your brother to the ground. He only threw a couple of blows before he lifted Oscar by the shirt, made him make eye contact, "You touch her again like that, and there'll be hell to pay."
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Peter Parker x GN!Reader
minimum use of y/n
AU: Steve agreed to sign the Sokovia Accords
"Tony, I can't just -" "Well, you have to, Rogers!" You listened to the argument from the second floor. You muttered your own predictions to the argument. They were pretty close to the real words that the men yelled at each other. Every time Steve and Tony argued after Steve signed the Accords, it's been like this. "What are you doing?" Peter asked, a little too loud for your ease-dropping liking. "Shh," you shushed him and pulled him close to you. "I'm trying to listen," you told him and peered over your shoulder where you get a glimpse of the two men still fighting. "Were they always like this?" You were only living in the compound a few years longer than Peter, but it still made you forget how much he missed. "Not entirely, little squabbles, but never almost constant like it has been." There was a strong silence between the two of you for a while. "Why don't we give them something else to talk about rather than the state of the world?" Peter offered. You quirked your eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?"
It took a few days, but the plan was set. The next time Tony and Steve started to raise their voices at each other, you and Peter found an excuse to be in the next room over. With the two youngest Avengers nearby, the two heads became just like parents. They didn't want to argue with the kids hearing. Slowly, the two of you got closer. It was all part of the plan. You two would build major LEGO creations in different parts of the Tower to cover most spaces. The tension between the whole team was lighter. When it wasn't LEGO building, you two would find a board game to play and have the competition be a little louder than needed at times. It made the two of you smirk whenever Steve tried to remind the two of you it was just a game and not to take it too seriously. One more crisis averted at a time. "Have you noticed they have spent a lot of time together recently?" Tony asked the older man. "They're team building." Steve would shrug it off. "You know, I think there's something more to it that we're not seeing." Tony added. The gears in his head started to turn. "They don't have any bad intentions to it." Steve commented. "You're right. We just keep an eye on it until more serious things go on."
A week would go by, Peter groaned as he heard the news followed by the two team leaders verbalize their concerns. You turned your body to him, "Do we need to turn up the dial?" Peter sighed, "I don't know, is the plan even working?" "Remember when we were building the Tower and Nat pointed out how they needed to act more like us?" You smirked a little at the memory. "Yeah, okay, I guess you're right. What do you have in mind?" Peter agreed. Down the stairs to the kitchen, the pair of you would hold hands until Steve or Tony would notice, then your hands released from one another. You talked about school, current projects the two of you dreaded coming due soon. Your hands at first awkward and sweaty. Peter did something to really catch their attention when they kept arguing. "Do we get to go on the mission, Mr. Stark?!" His voice excited and jumpy.
"NO!" "YES!" It took them both a second to realize who they were talking to. Steve sighed in defeat. "No, it's too dangerous." "Thank you, that's what I needed to hear." Tony bragged. "But-" You interjected. "Nope, you heard Cap. No mission for you two." You let go of Peter's hand and flipped Tony off. "Yeah, yeah, I know you hate me." He waived the two of you away. You rolled your eyes. "C'mon, Peter, let's go." The silent victory spreading warmth inside your stomach.
Tony interchangeably pointed fingers at the two of you as you walked away. Steve was a little less observant than Tony when it came to PDA. Tony rolled his eyes at the Cap-sickle, "Didn't notice the interwind fingers?" "There's bigger issues in the world." Tony raised his eyebrows, "I want to worry about the issues in this tower before we worry about the world." Steve started to walk away from him, "I'm not to worried about it. The kids aren't doing anything bad." "Until the kids have a kid!" Tony called after him. Cap paused, sighed, hands on his hips, before he turned back to him. "What do you want to do about it?"
~~
"You and Y/n have been getting chummy," Tony mentioned to Peter as the elder was tweaking the newest suit. Peter played dumb. "W-what? No, we just like to hang out. Everyone else here is like a hundred years old." Tony pulled away from his work. "Cap is a hundred. The rest of the team besides Thor is much younger." "Right...sorry," he mumbled. "Just make sure the two of you don't do anything stupid." Tony commented.
Meanwhile, you were in the gym with Steve. For a half hour, you could tell that he wanted to say something to you, but couldn't manage to find the words. "So Peter," Cap finally managed to get out when the two of you shared a bench for a water break. "What about him?" Very casual. Steve flustered, "You two....seem to have been spending... some time together." You couldn't help but laugh at him for his awkward-dad likeness. "We're just friends. Nothing to worry about," you giggled again, "Peter and me? No. No. You and Nat hang out a lot-" "Okay, I got it." He smirks a little. "Happy we're on the same page, Cap." You shook your head before returning to your workout.
It was all part of the game...until it wasn't.
"I haven't seen them fight lately," Peter whispered to you during one of Tony's parties. "I know, isn't it great!" You started to beam but then something dawned on you and your smile slowly faded. "But Peter," your fingers touched the outside of his, "what if I don't I want..." "Oh thank God," Peter, somehow knew exactly what you wanted to say, whispered back and leaned dangerously close to you. You immediately finished the small distance and lips met for the first time. It wasn't a quick meeting either. You hands found both sides of his face and his found the small of your back, he pulled you dangerously close.
A very noticeable throat cleaning sound not once but twice finally broke the spell on both your lips. Tony and Steve, arms crossed, staring at the pair of you. "Mom and Dad don't look too happy," Peter muttered in your ear. "Anything you'd like to share with the class?" The shorter asked. "Great party, Mr. Stark. Have a good night!" Peter grinned and pulled you away from all eyes and ears.
