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Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bruce x Reader

Request: Welcome to tumblr! I’d like to request a Reader x Bruce Avengers fic where the reader is the only one who can keep him calm enough to prevent the other guy from coming out. A little smut would be nice, too. ;D

Word Count:

Warnings: None

Reader Gender: Female

Author: Charlie

You nimbly jumped down from the ledge of the building, wearily shaking your sweat-soaked hair out of your face as you tested your limbs for any injuries you might have missed in the heat of battle. Nothing serious, you noted to your satisfaction. The usual bumps and scratches that came from a hard day’s work, but nothing seemed to be broken. You counted that as a success.

Scanning the wreckage of what had once been a five story apartment building – oops… – you began to look for the other members of your team. You had been separated from them when the building had started to come down and with the dust still hanging thick and constricting in the air, you could barely see a few feet in front of your face.

“Cap?” you managed to choke out, stumbling blindly towards the general sounds of voices. “Tony? …Bruce?” You gripped a section of the fallen wall to keep yourself upright as your legs threatened to give out beneath you from exhaustion, but pressed on anyway. You wouldn’t rest until you knew the others were alright.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice from a distance away, off to your left. You looked up, squinting through the grime to see a familiar blond head coming towards you. “Y/N?!”

“Thor!” The surge of warm relief you had initially felt to see him evaporated as you got close enough to see the expression on his face. “What is it?” Your body immediately snapped back into action mode as adrenaline flooded your veins and your mind began racing through the possibilities of what could have happened.

The god shook his head, uncharacteristically out of breath – doing nothing to help your spiking worry. “Your presence is required.” At your confused look, he elaborated grimly. “Bruce.”

Oh, shit… You didn’t need any more explanation than that. “Lead the way,” you commanded briskly, taking off after him despite your weary body’s complaints.

Thor easily led you around the wreckage, dodging rubble and the few small flames that licked around its edges. You ducked under a low-hanging beam, thinking somewhere in the back of your mind that he seemed to be making a point to avoid the worst of it. And a good thing, too, or you didn’t know how you’d hold up.

Finally, the smoke started to clear and the largest pieces of debris seemed to be behind you. You must have come down right in the middle of the wreck, and Thor’s path had led you out. But there wasn’t a lot of time to process the observation, as you were quickly reminded of your more pressing concern. The scene you entered wasn’t an unfamiliar one by any means, but that never stopped the sick pit that formed in your stomach each time.

Cap was holding the perimeter, keeping the few straggling civilians back and herding them away. They stared, frozen and panicking, and to be fair, you really couldn’t blame them. Clint and Tony were the second line of defense, but rather than focusing their attentions outward, they were looking in, to where Natasha was desperately trying to reason with the center of attention – Bruce. Or, rather, not Bruce right now. Hulk.

You always hated seeing him like this, you thought, swallowing hard as you crept cautiously closer, hands raised in front of you in a peaceful, calming gesture. The monster snarled, baring his teeth at you, and you fell back a little. Okay, okay… too fast. Too fast. You knew Bruce would never do anything purposefully to hurt you, but the problem was, Bruce wasn’t exactly ‘home’ at the moment. And you trusted the green thousand pound creature with veins bulging with raw fury a whole lot less.

“Easy, easy…” you murmured as you slowly began to approach again. Natasha sent you a worried look. Normally, you would have waited a little longer before making another attempt with Hulk, but with civilians still in the vicinity, just barely held off by Thor and Cap, you didn’t think you had that much of a choice.

“Y/N…” she started, sparing you another glance.

You shook your head. “I know what I’m doing, Nat,” you assured her, though you didn’t take your eyes off the Hulk, keeping your gaze steady. “He trusts me. He’s in there.” The monster snarled again, and this time you were close enough to feel the mighty gust of wind his lungs let out. You swallowed hard, hoping you wouldn’t regret your recklessness, but keeping your voice calm. “Right, Bruce?”

Hulk’s head swiveled between you and Natasha as he growled low in his throat, posture changing to be slightly defensive. He must have felt that the two of you were trying to hem him in, to trap him. And that was bad news. When it came to ‘fight or flight,’ Hulk was definitely more of a ‘fight’ kinda guy. Good as you and Natasha were, you really didn’t think another big battle was in anyone’s best interests.

“Natasha,” you hissed out of the corner of your mouth, making a fast decision. “Fall back.”

She turned to you, surprised. “But- Y/N-”

You shook your head. You didn’t have time to explain. “Cover me with Clint and Tony. He trusts me. I’ll be okay.” Your voice came out sure and strong. Man, you were good. For a moment, you almost had yourself convinced.

Slowly, Natasha nodded, backing up. “Careful,” she warned.

You snorted. Duh.

And then you were alone with the Hulk as she left your field of vision. The green beast towered over you, snarling in fury, but you refused to back down. He was more than just a monster, you knew. Your boyfriend was still in there somewhere, and you’d be damned if you couldn’t bring him back from the brink.

“Bruce,” you started softly, reaching out a tentative hand. “Bruce, c’mon. It’s me. Y/N. You know me.” Your voice trembled just a little, and you swallowed hard to steady it and center yourself. “Fight’s over. We got ‘em. You’re safe.”

A low growl nearly had you stepping back. Hulk’s hands tightened into fists as he sized you up. The rage in his green eyes made you flinch back, but you managed to keep your cool, hand still outstretched. “C’mon, big guy,” you murmured soothingly. “Come back to me.”

Hulk took a threatening step toward you, and this time you did step back. But you kept your hand out, because you knew- you knew you could do this. No- that wasn’t right. Bruce could do this. Bruce was the one who was really fighting this thing, you were just there to help him along, be the light to guide him out of the darkness of his fury. “Y/N…” Natasha started worriedly, but you cut her off with an almost unnoticeable shake of your head.

“I know you can hear me, Bruce,” you said, fighting down the fear that threatened to rise up and overwhelm you. This was what you did, this was your job. No, this was your life. It was who you were. You faced danger every day and beat it. You’d never let it stop you before, and you sure as hell weren’t about to start to. “Please, just listen to me. Listen to my voice, follow my words, don’t-”

The blow came out of nowhere, and if you hadn’t anticipated it coming and moved with your usual lightning reflexes, you’re sure you would have broken something. As it was, even the glancing blow sent you flying backwards, a startled cry of pain tearing itself from your lips. 

Natasha ran to your side, hands flitting close to your body as she checkedd for injuries. You shook your head again. You didn’t think anything was seriously wrong, and this wasn’t the time for it anyway. You wouldn’t be safe until the Hulk was gone and Bruce was back. 

“Get back, Nat,” you ordered her shakily. “Just get the hell back.”

“But Y/N-” 

“I’m the only one who stands half a chance at this,” you snapped. “You being here is just going to make him feel threatened and make my job harder. Now get. The hell. Back.”

Technically Natasha was still your superior. She could order you to retreat, and then you would have a choice to stay and disobey a direct command or leave her to try and fail to bring Bruce back. For a moment, you thought she was about to, and then she slowly nodded, respect in her gaze. The band around your chest loosened some as she helped you up and then took a step backwards. “Thank you,” you breathed, although you weren’t sure she heard it. “Thank you.”

A growl from the creature in front of you reminded you that you hadn’t nearly won the battle yet. “Bruce, d-don’t- don’t do this,” you managed as the beast advanced, looming to take up more and more of your field off view. “Please, it’s me, you remember. You have to remember.” 

The beast took another step, and then another, and then you were less than a foot apart. A strange look passed over his face as he stared at your hand, now trembling but still stretched out for him expectantly. Then he looked up from your hand to your face and his eyes softened. The fury slowly ebbed away, replaced by recognition.

A large green hand slowly came down to envelop yours, tiny and fragile in comparison.

“Bruce?” you asked quietly, warmth curling in your chest as you reached out with your other hand, running it along the back of his giant knuckles. “That you?”

As if in answer, the massive hand started to shrink in yours, green skin slowly fading to pale white. You rushed forward to support Bruce as his knees trembled and gave out so he sank into your arms. “I gotcha, Bruce,” you sighed in relief, running a hand through the man’s dark curls. “I gotcha.”

“Y/N…” Bruce managed as you lowered him to the ground to sit. “Y/N…” His eyes, mercifully, beautifully dark, met yours, full of love and trust and affection and soft concern – all the things the Hulk wasn’t. It would never cease to amaze you how different the two were. One you feared, the other you loved.

“I’m right here,” you answered, managing a shaky smile. “We did it. It’s over now.”

A soft, uncalloused hand reached up to gently prod the shoulder where you had taken the blow. “I’m so sorry,” Bruce said, swallowing hard as he forced the words out. “I didn’t mean… I never meant to hurt you, Y/N.”

“It wasn’t you,” you reminded him, trying to hide the wince you gave at the pressure. “It was the thing. It was him, Bruce, not you. You would never, I know that.”

Guilt still shone in his eyes, but he was too drained to argue. The man gave a weary sigh, leaning in to your touch. He was on the ground now, but still pressed heavily on your shoulder for support where you knelt beside him. “Thank you,” was all he said, fighting to get the words out clearly, without slurring. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” you smiled gently. “’s what I’m here for.”

Your team had gathered around the two of you, making a protective circle against the stares of the civilians. You glanced up at the assembled faces, all weary, bruised, and streaked with ash and grit. “Bruce,” Cap greeted, tired relief in his tone. “Welcome back.” He directed a grateful nod at you, and you had to smile.

“You alright?” Natasha asked, eyeing your side appraisingly. 

“I’ll be fine,” you assured her. “Getting knocked around’s all part of the job description, and nothing’s broken, just a bruise or two.”

She nodded, accepting your answer, and by your side, you could feel Bruce relax as well with the second reassurance that you weren’t seriously hurt. You knew that was one of his biggest fears, accidentally hurting those he loved when he changed. 

Those he loved. 

You.

Thank you so much!

Request: Can I have some Mycroft x reader, good god there needs to be more of it…. Sorry to say this but I don’t really have plot, can it be really fluffy though please?

Word Count: 1712

Pairing: Mycroft X Reader

Author/Note: Abaddon- So this is a first date fic, it’s pretty short, but the request wasn’t that specific, so its not like I missed anything out haha. As it wasn't specified which series it was about, I picked Elementary because it’s my favourite :/ I hope you enjoy it either way :)

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Why did you agree to this?! What the hell were you thinking?!

Those were the thoughts rushing through your head as you sat at the table in a cafe in New York, you knee bouncing as you waited for the other person who would be joining you.

Why you’d ever agreed to let Joan set you up on a date was beyond you, let alone the fact that you’d actually turned up after finding out who the mystery guy was.

Mycroft Holmes, the infamous brother of Sherlock who you’d heard so much of from Joan, your best friend and house mate.

You’d been living in the Brownstone for almost a year with Joan and Sherlock, helping them solve crimes with the NYPD, and developing some excellent deductive skills yourself.

To begin with, you’d only moved in with them temporarily as you’d moved to New York from England and had no where to stay as the flat you had been living in burned down. You’d known Joan from a gap year you’d taken in the states, where you’d often visited one of her patients. You and her had quickly become friends and kept in touch when you returned to England. You hadn’t been home long before the states were calling to you again, and you’d jumped on a plane and moved your whole life to New York to start fresh.

After moving in for a while, it had become apparent that like Joan, you worked well with Sherlock, and the three of you had quickly become an excellent team.

Apparently Joan thought that you needed something else too as she hadn’t stopped hounding you about this mysterious guy that she thought you’d like. It had taken some convincing, but eventually you agreed. She only told you that day who he actually was, leaving you no time to back out.

Though that didn’t appear to matter as Mycroft had yet to make an appearance.

Glancing down at your watch, you saw that he was only five minutes late, hardly worth worrying about yet… Still, you found yourself digging your phone out of your pocket and dialling Joan’s number, growling when you got her voicemail.

“Joan Watson, if you have only set us up because we’re both British, I am going to kill you. This isn’t funny!” You hissed into your phone, glancing around again before continuing. “I think I’ve been stood up, which is wonderful. When I get home I’m going to kill you for making me agree to this. I’m creative, I’m sure I could find a way to get away with it. No one would know it was me, Joanie. I’m going to kill you, and then I’m going to kill mysel-oh! Got to go!” You snapped as you ended the call, noticing the blonde guy standing beside you, looking faintly amused as he looked down at you, probably having heard every word that you’d just uttered into your phone.

You started to smile nervously, getting to your feet to leave when he opened his mouth and spoke. “Y/N?”

Oh god, let the ground open up and swallow you now…

Instead of bolting to save yourself the humiliation of explaining the phone call he obviously had just heard, you stuck your hand out and nodded. “Mycroft, I assume?”

He smiled and took your hand, surprising you when he brought it to his lips and kissed it instead of shaking it, never taking his eyes from yours.

When he released your hand you sat down, blushing deeply.

“I’m terribly sorry I’m late. The traffic was horrendous! I hope you weren’t waiting too long?”

You managed to shake your head in reply, probably looking like you were having a stroke, but he was just smiling at you as he sat down opposite you.

You were definitely going to kill Joan. She’d failed to mention how charming the older Holmes brother was.

He was still watching you carefully, his eyes just as calculating as Sherlock’s, not missing a thing.

You still had yet to say anything closely resembling normal, but you were too nervous and embarrassed all of a sudden; a fact that Mycroft picked up on pretty quickly. “Y/N, you look terrified of me. May I assume my brother has been telling you horror stories about me?” He teased, earning a small smile from you. “I can assure you that most are probably not true. Though from what I’ve heard about you from Joan, I doubt you’d be afraid even if they were…”

Feeling a little braver, you leaned forward and wrapped your hands around your coffee cup as you met his gaze. “What do you mean?”

He smirked and gestured to you. “You work along side my brother, and that is a scary enough job in itself, but you also regularly come face to face with serial killers and murderers, and from what I’ve been told, you hardly bat an eyelid. May I ask what it is about me that has you so on edge if you don’t mind?”

Smirking at him, you sat back and took a sip of your coffee before answering, feeling a lot more confident all of a sudden.

“It’s not that I’m afraid of you, Mr Holmes. Quite the opposite. It’s just usually when I plan on killing someone, I don’t leave any witnesses. But you’ve heard my plan now and I’m afraid I must kill you. Nothing personal, you understand?” You eyed him over your coffee cup and saw that he was fighting back a smile now.

“Completely. Though I am curious if there is any way in which I can persuade you to spare my life today?”

Smiling, you put your cup down and looked him over. “I’m sure something can be arranged.”

Five hours later, you and Mycroft were leaving a restaurant, having not tired of each other’s companies all day.

He was exceptional, just as his brother was, and you were beginning to debate not killing your best friend after all.

You hadn’t laughed that much in a while, and it was refreshing. Especially with all the things you saw in a week.

When eventually you made it to the Brownstone, you paused on the doorstep, turning around to face Mycroft. “Do… Would you like to come inside?” You offered, not quite ready for the day to be over yet, but Mycroft shook his head and smiled sadly.

“Better if I didn’t. I can’t imagine Sherlock would not be overly fond of the idea of me in his house…”

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his hand and pulled him along with you as you unlocked the door and stepped inside, calling out to the others. “I’m home!”

There was the sound of footsteps and Sherlock’s voice coming towards you. “Y/N! I was starting to think my brother had sacrificed you in some dark ritu-Fatty.” He stopped as he stepped into the hall and saw his brother behind you.

Mycroft nodded at his brother. “Sherlock. Pleasure as always.”

Sherlock’s eyes travelled from his brother to you, probably waiting for an explanation, but you finished shrugging off your jacket and walked passed him, your hand once again in Mycrofts. “Play nice,” you warned.

You found Joan in the living room, and she smiled brightly as she saw you and Mycroft together, getting to her feet to greet you both.

She quickly hugged the pair of you and smiled. “Mycroft, it’s so good to see you again!”

Sherlock made a sound that suggested he didn’t agree, but a quick glare from you had him holding his hands up in surrender. No doubt that Joan had probably warned him before you got home to play nice about Mycroft. Though that didn’t stop him from sinking into an arm chair and staring at his brother as if he was convinced staring at him for long enough, he might just disappear.

Clearing your throat, you offered Mycroft a drink, but he shook his head and looked at the clock on the mantelpiece. “I’m afraid not. I didn’t imagine we’d be out quite so long today, and I have a meeting in an hour that I have to get ready for.”

Before you could speak, Sherlock was on his feet and walking towards his brother. “What a shame. Shall I show you to the door?”

“SHERLOCK!” You and Joan both shouted in unison, glaring at his rudeness. Grumbling a little to himself, he backed off, but you’d had enough of him and walked Mycroft to the door yourself.

When he was out of the door, you closed it behind you both, crossing your arms over your chest in the chilly evening breeze, noticing the darkening skies and smiling a little.

“I’m sorry about Sherlock,” you started, but Mycroft held up a hand to stop you.

“Y/N, I’ve known Sherlock a very long time. I know my brother and he believes he is protecting you, which I cannot complain about. I have enjoyed myself immensely today, and if you would have me, I would be delighted to take you out on a second date?”

Smiling, you nodded your head. “I’d like that a lot.”

He smiled back at you and took your hand, bringing it to his lips once more and kissing it. You smiled at him, but when he released your hand, you suddenly felt brave and took a step forward, stretching up on your tiptoes to lightly kiss him on the mouth. When his hands settled on your hips you smiled as you suddenly felt warm all over.

When you took a step back, you were still smiling and Mycroft was staring at you like he hadn’t been expecting the kiss, but was glad it happened. He quickly snapped out of it and stepped back, smiling now as he looked away, and for a moment you were sure that he was blushing. How the tables had turned from the beginning.

“It’s been an absolute pleasure, Miss Y/N. Until next time,” he grinned as he stepped away, walking away.

You were still beaming as you went back inside and closed the door, leaning against it for a moment, your eyes closed as you replayed the events of the day. You were glad that you had gone, no matter how ambushed you had felt that morning.

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-Supernatural

-Harry Potter

-Doctor Who

-LOTR/the Hobbit

-Sherlock

-Marvel

-Hunger games

-Divergent

-Les Mis

-Once upon a time

-OITNB

-Skulduggery Pleasant

-Hawaii five-0

-The Walking Dead

-Percy Jackson

-The Last Of Us

-Maximum Ride

-Star Wars

-Shadowhunters

-Grimm

-Jurassic Park

-Jurassic World

-Pride and Prejudice and Zombies

-Pirates of the Caribbean

-The 100

-The Kingsman

-Sleepy Hollow (Series)

-Orphan Black

-Maze Runner

-Jen Lawrence

-Samantha Barks

-Carrie Hope Fletcher

-The Lunar Chronicles

-The 5th Wave

-Delirium

-Hush Hush

-Matched

-Throne of Glass

-Game of Thrones

-Boondock Saints

-Resident Evil

-Transformers

-Star Trek Movies

- Black Dagger Brotherhood

-Final Fantasy VII

-Gears of War

-Devil May Cry

-YuYu Hakusho

-YuGiOh

-Attack on Titan

Request: None. I was bored and wanted to write some Hawkeye :) Word count:1887 (I know, I managed not to ramble on for half a century.) Pairing: Hawkeye x Reader Warning: NDE, Angst? Swearing like once? Author: Abaddon Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It was bad.

It was very very bad.

Your legs gave out from beneath you and you hit the ground hard, a gasp escaping your lips.

Looking down, you moved your hands away from the wound in your abdomen, seeing the blood that spilled out and you knew that you weren’t walking away from this one.

Collapsing onto your back you coughed and reached for your ear piece, clicking the button so you could talk to the only person that mattered at that moment.

“Clint,” you started, waiting for a reply which came seconds later, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Y/N. Everything okay?”

You almost laughed. Nothing was okay. But you couldn’t tell him that. He had a mission to complete. You’d done your part and you knew if he knew you were hurt, he’d come for you.

So swallowing your pain, you tried to make your voice sound normal.

“Yeah, everything’s fine baby. How about with you? You get the guy yet?”

You tried to move a little, but that caused a pain so intense that you must have blacked out for a moment as you didn’t hear his reply.

“…Y/N?”

Gasping a little at the pain, you answered, hoping he hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, sorry. Bad signal… Repeat that?”

There was a long silence, and you just knew he had heard.

“Y/N what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” There was no smile in his voice now and you could just picture him standing now, staring into space as he waited for your reply.

Applying more pressure to your wound, you tried not to black out again as you answered, your voice steadier than you felt.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just…” You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you as you accidentally moved again.

“Y/N!”

Sighing, you let your head fall back to the ground and took a few deep breaths before you could compose yourself enough to speak again.

“Clint… Stay focused on the mission… It’s more…”

“Y/N, where are you?!” He demanded and you allowed your eyes to flutter closed as a tear fell from them at the fear in his voice.

“Y/N! How bad is it? What is your position?!” He yelled, but you ignored it and said what you needed to say as you could feel yourself beginning to drift.

“Clint, look, I need to say something… Before…”

His shout cut you off.

“NO! Don’t say that! I’m coming to get you! You’re going to be fine!” He growled, but you knew he wasn’t going to make it on time, and you didn’t want him to compromise the mission.

“Clint… Baby, you… You aren’t gonna make… make it. J..Just listen…” Your voice was compromised by the sobs you were trying to hold back.

When he didn’t say anything more, you tried for a small smile as you uttered your final words.

“I love you… And I’m s…so so proud to have known and… worked along side you…”

With that you let go of whatever had been keeping you awake and allowed yourself to fade into unconsciousness’ warm embrace.

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Hawkeye was running.

As soon as he heard that gasp of pain he had been headed for you in the foreign base, shooting any stray enemy soldiers as he sprinted for where you’d been told to secure.

As he ran, he heard the Cap’s voice come over his earpiece.

He’d already tried to contact you after your final goodbye, but you had stopped responding and the tight grip of fear was around his heart as he ran to you. Was he too late?

“Barton, we all heard all that. The target is secure, we’re all on our way to your location now. Just get to her…”

Hawkeye didn’t even reply. He was nearly there. You were in the next door.

He ran through but came to a sudden stop, his legs almost giving out right there.

You were laying on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding your unmoving form.

His bow fell from his hand at the sight, and he tried to move closer to you, but he made it two steps before he turned on his heel, his hands coming to his head as his entire world crashed in around him.

A strange whining noise was coming from him as he looked back over at you and the way you didn’t move. He expected you to sit up and grin at him, to say it was all a joke. You were fine and just getting back for all the close calls you’d had to wait through, wondering if he’d make it.

But you didn’t move. You just lay there.

“She… She’s just…” He broke off as a rough sob made his breath desert him.

He rushed to your side, unable to just stand there for any longer, his hands shaking as they reached out to you.

He didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t.

You couldn’t be gone. You were the one who was supposed to chew your thumbnail down as you watched him sleep in medical, ready to yell at him when he woke up, but then you’d kiss him and order a pizza or something, and you’d be okay again as you were both alright.

He saw the wound on your stomach and flinched, instead turning his gaze to your face.

You looked so peaceful, and he could almost believe you were sleeping…

He heard as the other avengers arrived, all hanging back as they saw him kneeling in a pool of your blood, brushing your hair back off your pale forehead.

No one wanted to come closer, but as his closest friend, Nat started slowly towards her friend, her vision blurring as she fought back tears.

Clint didn’t care who came then. He couldn’t fathom being in any more pain than he was at that moment.

Your head rested in his lap as he stroked your face with shaking hands, his thumb brushing over your lips gently, thinking about how you’d never kiss him again.

Nat reached out to him, and his hand froze as a frown crossed his face.

“Clint…”

He ignored his longest friend and stared at your face.

“She’s not gone…” He breathed, but Nat just squeezed his shoulder a little to comfort him.

“Clint… Come on, we should…”

But Hawkeye was having none of it.

“NO! SHE’S STILL BREATHING! GET THE FUCKING JET!” He yelled, quickly scooping you into his arms and standing up.

Nat was already moving, running back to the others, a few of whom had already set off for the jet.

“Come on, Y/N, you hold on. You hold on now! You hear me?!”

You didn’t reply, but you still breathed quietly, so he didn’t slow as he ran along side the Cap, who was holding his bow as they raced to meet the only hope for your survival.

Once onboard, Clint placed you down on the bench and moved aside to let Bruce get a look at your wound.

“She’s lost a lot of blood! I can sew her up but she’s not going to survive for long unless we can get her some blood…”

Tony was already walking towards the back of the jet, ready to fly to the nearest hospital and steal what you needed, but then Hawkeye looked up from where he was clutching your hand, his suit covered in your blood.

“Take mine!”

Brace paused for a second from his stitched and looked up at Hawkeye, his eyes troubled.

“Do you know her blood type…”

Hawkeye was already tearing the various straps off his arms and holding his arm out.

“Universal donor. Take it!” He yelled, and to Bruce’s credit, he didn’t hesitate as he nodded to Nat, and she grabbed various tools and supplies.

Hawkeye didn’t even feel the pain as she injected his arm, he was too busy holding your hand tight and whispering to you, telling you to hold on…

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You were being watched.

You could feel someone’s gaze on you, and if you weren’t in so much pain, you would have attempted to reach for a weapon before opening your eyes, but you could hardly move.

Opening your eyes, you had to blink a few times to get used to the bright light, and then see the figure sitting in the chair next to you, his feet perched on the edge of your hospital bed and his eyes bloodshot as he stared at you over the top of his knees.

“Clint…” You tried, but your throat was so dry and you ended up coughing, your sore abdomen complaining at the movement.

Immediatelly Clint was there, offering you some water with a straw.

You gladly took a gulp and then moved back.

He put the cup aside and then returned to just staring at you, looking lost for words. A first in the entire time you’d known him.

“It’s rude to stare,” you smirked, but instead of a matching grin from your beloved, you saw his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and then spoke with a thick voice.

“I thought I lost you…”

You had never heard his voice sound so broken before, and that sound alone was almost enough to stop your heart then and there.

Now it was your turn to be lost for words.

You hadn’t meant to hurt him, but you could see he was. He looked exhausted, and you knew that he wouldn’t have slept. You could guarantee he was only clean and in fresh clothes because someone, probably Nat, would have made him.

You were just about to apologise when Clint exhaled heavily and sat on the bed beside you, leaning over you and saying nothing as he took your face between his hands and kissed you.

Unexpected but never unwelcome, you kissed him back, reaching up to touch his back, or at least trying to as the small movement caused you enough pain that you whimpered.

You almost died of embarrassment, but Clint just pulled back and looked at you with concern, his hands and eyes checking over your body like a nervous mother.

“Did I…”

You shook your head and groaned, clutching the bandaged wound and attempting to control yourself.

Clint got up and ran to the door, yelling something outside, and quickly a nurse rushed in behind him.

A few moments later and you had some killer pain killers dulling the pain and you and Clint were alone once more.

He hovered around you for a few more minutes, looking anxious until you eventually told him to sit down and stop worrying.

He pretended to be reluctant, but you made room for him on the bed beside you, and he got under the covers, his arms circling you and pulling you into his chest while he flicked on the TV with a remote, switching on an old action movie before calling someone to bring a pizza.

20 minutes later and the rest of the avengers crammed into the medical bay, a pizza as requested, and smiles on their faces as they were happy you were awake.

Or at least you were…

We actually don’t write self harm on this blog, sorry. We do understand that fics where characters help the reader through tough times can be helpful to some people, but it’s a very fine line to walk in writing an inspirational story and writing one that romanticizes severe mental illness. No judgement on you, just explaining why we don’t take those requests.

This also stands for requests containing suicide, eating disorders, and rape. If you have something you think is on the line, send it in and we’ll accept or reject it, but fics that contain any of these graphically are automatically out.

Abaddon     ¬ Rewriting Old hobbit request

Anna     ¬ Could you do a Crowleyxreader?Where she slowly developed feelings for him every time the boys have to summon him for info. Crowley then convinced the reader to turn dark and become queen of hell, and she’s just a complete badass and Crowley loves it. She runs hell with him and the boys fear her and become her enemy. She has a soft spot for Crowley and calls him Fergus all the time and he doesn’t mind. Maybe a glimpse into the future and how conniving their daughter is(Like Amara or child!lilith)

Bella     ¬ Request here.

Cate     ¬ I’d like to request a Captain America fic, if that’s alright :) I have an idea just not the talent and motivation to write it myself. After Steve wakes up in the twenty first century he likes to wander New York a lot (Pre Winter Soldier) and maybe frequents the readers cafe/bookstore/place of business and one day they just start talking and really click and end up going on a date, maybe to an 40s themed dance? IDK, just something fluffy and cute :) Work your magic!

Fandom: The Walking Dead Request: Awesome! It's a TWD/Daryl request and I think a great opportunity for some quality Daryl banter ;) Basically the reader used to be a high profile model which she never felt the need to tell the group about. But on a run with Daryl he finds a display for a high end brand that had ads of the reader that are very revealing (I see the Tom Ford Velvet Orchid ad but you can switch it up) and some full face close up pictures and Daryl promises to kept it a secret but teases her? Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Word Count: 1026 Notes: So this was my first attempt at a request! I hope the anon that sent it is happy with the way it turned out and that the rest of you find it entertaining. :]

Fandom: Marvel

Request: Could I request a marvel oneshot? Pietro maximoff x reader. She has angel wings that are bullet proof(had help from tony stark). Meets him when they're getting Lokis scepter. And at the vibrainium fight Pietro flies into when he grabs thors hammer and he also prevents Wanda from the mind thing, And she saves him at the final battle by protecting him from the bullets. Lots of fluff and comebacks to His whity comments. Feelings are admitted and stuff. I'm so sorry it's long, it was a dream I had😅

Pairing: Pietro X Reader

Word Count: 4996

Author: Abaddon- So this might get a little shite towards the end, but in my defence it is 3am and I have been writing for hours and my brain is currently turned to mush. But I hope thats just me being too harsh on my own work and it’s actually good! So enjoy!

Translations:

îngerul meu - My angel

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Trees. Fucking trees everywhere. And bullets. And flying HYDRA guys being tossed around by Gods, Hulks and other Avengers.

It was hard enough navigating your way through the trees with a 13ft wingspan, but it was made only worse when Stark shot passed you, almost hitting one of your wings as he rushed to be the first to arrive at the base where the scepter was possibly being hid.

"Watch it, I'm flying here!" You snapped as you shot after him, snatching a gun from the arms of a HYDRA soldier as you punched him off the watch tower he was shooting from.

Then you decided it would be easier to fly above the trees, so you shot up and then started heading for the base ahead, almost catching Tony before he suddenly bounced off a force field surrounding the whole place, and you had to snap your wings open to come to a sudden stop.

"Shit!" He yelled, his voice coming through your ear piece loud and clear.

Before you could laugh at him, Steve's voice replied.

"Language," he warned and you snorted a laugh, hearing him ask JARVIS a question, but you were too busy flying around the building, looking for a way in, just as Stark was doing.

It didn't take long for JARVIS to find a weakness and then Tony to take the defences down.

And just like that, you were in.

Well... Stark was. You'd been called back to help the others with an Enhanced that had shown up.

"Clint's hit!"

"Shit. How bad?" You asked as you landed on your feet in the woods, but before you could hear the reply, you were taken off your feet as something blurred past you.

Snapping your wings out, you managed to land on your feet, only then for the blur to return, hitting you in the chest with what felt like an arm, and sending you flipping over your head.

This time you landed in a crouch and kept your wings tucked in close to your body as you waited and listened.

This time when the blur came, you managed to snap one of your wings out low and trip them.

When they tripped head first into the snow, you quickly walked over to them, your wings out and making you look a lot bigger and threatening, especially with the gun you had pointed at his chest.

The blur turned out to be an attractive guy with dyed blonde hair, worn out trainers and a cocky smirk.

He almost seemed unbothered by the fact you had a gun pointed at his face, but just as you were about to ask him what he was smirking at, he moved, and in the time it took for you to blink, you were suddenly on the floor, the gun now pointed at your face as the guy leaned over you, still smirking.

"You didn't see that coming?" He grinned, tossing the weapon far away before winking at you and running away, leaving you stunned on the floor for a second before you got to your feet, wondering why he didn't kill you when he had the chance.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you took a run up as you launched yourself into the air, returning to the fight.

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Mission completed.

You had got Loki's scepter and the whole team was back in the ship on the way back to the Avengers tower. Barton was injured but moaning enough that you knew he was going to be fine. Lucky for the "Quick Little Bastard", as your friend had named the guy who had pointed a gun at you.

You were sitting beside Natasha, explaining what had happened when you had gone up against the male Enhanced.

"... But then he just threw it away and let me go... He could have killed me, but he just winked at me... That cocky bastard..."

Nat just laughed at you, continuing to check your wings over for any damage, even though you knew they'd be fine. Bulletproof wings were pretty tough, even if they looked and felt soft and fluffy.

You remained quiet for a moment, thinking about the two enhanced you had come across in the base.

"So I'm not the only successful experiment now then? HYDRA have managed at least twice more..."

You saw some of the looks the other Avengers shot you, knowing that it was a touchy subject for you.

You'd been an unwilling test subject for HYDRA, and they were responsible for your bulletproof wings. Just thinking about them, your wings gave a shudder and you let them disappear, leaving you with the appearance of a normal human.

That was all you had been until HYDRA had kidnapped you and experimented on you, using the Scepter and other methods, until your entire DNA had been modified and suddenly you had wings, strong and real enough that you could fly, but also able to disappear from existence, something Thor understood as he had seen it in other worlds.

The Avengers had rescued you a few years ago, but at the time you were all but useless.

Your wings were frail and broken, the complete opposite to your spirit however, and that was how Tony had known you would one day join their team.

He had been the one who helped you strengthen your wings and then learn to fly, as he was always there to catch you.

Over your time together, he had become the older brother you'd never had, mentoring you and constantly watching your back.

Of course, there were times when you could gladly punch him in the face, and one of them came when you were all stuffing your faces on pizza later that night, and you were talking about Pietro Maximoff, the guy who had stolen your gun.

"Did you get his number? Because while you were busy flirting with the enemy, I was capturing Loki's sceptre..."

Glowering at him, you ignored his smirk and went to say something, but then the others were jumping in, not wanting the pair of you to get started on your usual bickering.

Sitting back in your chair, you behaved, your mind straying to the guy you'd met in the forest, and the realisation that he could have killed you, and even if he was the enemy, you owed him for letting you live...

You were distracted from your thoughts when you looked up to see Clint walk in front of you, his hand reaching for Mjolnir.

Naturally when Clint failed to lift it, the others had to give it a go, and so began a trend of failures until eventually Thor turned to you.

"Y/N! Are you worthy?" He boomed with a challenging grin plastered across his face.

Smirking back at him, you stood up and was just reaching out for the hammer when you heard a high pitched noise that had you reaching to cover your ears.

Turning around you saw Tony's suit looking like it had gone through a blender.

"Ultron," Banner breathed and you turned to him, confused as to what the hell was going on.

You'd heard them mention Ultron before, and that was what distracted you from the rest of the conversation until suddenly other robots crashed through the walls and we're flying at the group of you.

Automatically your wings snapped out, protecting some of the others from shots from the robots, but then you launched yourself into the air, catching one by the throat and slamming it into the ceiling, but as it didn't feel pain, it didn't stop it from grabbing your arms and throwing you down.

Your wings slowed your decent, but you had to tuck them in to dodge Cap's shield on its way to another.

Jumping back into the air, you distracted the one you'd attacked before, long enough for Tony to jump over the balcony and onto it's back, attacking it's neck with something.

You were about to help him when you saw Nat and Banner jump over the bar as another open fired on them, so you changed direction and tackled it from the side, your shoulder screaming in pain as you made a mental note to never rugby tackle anything made of metal, ever again.

After that it didn't take long for the team to take the remainder of the robots down, swiftly followed by Ultron.

Then it was just you and the rest of the Avengers in the room, standing amongst pieces of broken robots and glass, one thing clear to everyone.

Stark had fucked up.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX It didn't take long to figure out Ultrons next move, and that was how you found yourself on board a ship at a salvage yard on the African Coast.

You arrived just in time to see the new and improved Ultron cut off a dudes arm and kick him down the stairs, leaving just him and...

You almost blew your cover when you saw the Maximoff twins with him.

Stark got the attention of the three of them while the other Avengers got into position around the ship, but you flanked Stark along side the Cap and Thor.

You felt the gaze of Pietro, or Quicksilver, as his file had informed you, and briefly looked over at him, sizing him up, determined that this time around, he wasn't going to get the best of you.

Unlike before, Pietro wasn't smirking at you, and instead was glaring at the man in front of you.

You wanted to step in front of Tony and glare back at the twins, but you saw such pain in their eyes that you hesitated for a moment, your wings twitching a little as you stopped them from launching you forward.

Pietro caught the movement and his gaze returned to you, somehow softer than before and you knew that whatever beef he had with Stark didn't stretch to you.

His attention moved from you when Cap spoke.

"You two can still walk away from this."

For a moment you thought that he had caught the way you and Pietro were staring at each other and meant the two of you, but then Wanda spoke and you realised he meant the twins.

You felt the blush rise on your cheeks and saw the slight ghost of a smirk on Pietro's lips as he realised it too.

You didn't know what was going on between you and the smug bastard, but he didn't feel like an enemy to you, and deep down you knew that it was more than the fact that he let you live that day.

You were just about to raise your hand to flip him off when suddenly Ultron acted, attacking Tony and sending the rest of your group into attack mode.

As you jumped at Ultron, you saw the blur out of the corner of your eye, heading away, and you knew that whatever was going on between the two of you would have to wait until Ultron was neutralised.

The slight distraction cost you and Ultron backhanded you so hard that you crashed into the opposite bridge and then hit the ground hard, landing on two men with guns who had open fired.

Not giving yourself time to check for injuries, you quickly took down the third gunman with a high kick to the throat.

Gunfire sounded from behind you, and automatically you had your wings around yourself, protecting you from the bullets as you ran at your attacker.

Your wings were large enough to protect all of you when required... Well mostly.

You had one weak spot. One spot that your wings didn't cover, and it was near the bottom of your back, where the upside down V shape of your wings left it unguarded against attack.

Tony had tried to make you armour for the small weak spot, but it had limited your movements when fighting and flying, so you'd just learned to never have your back to the enemy.

Giving yourself a second to check for any damage, you took a breath and then got back into the fight, jumping high into the air, you wings just snapping out when suddenly someone flew through the railings above you and collided with you, knocking you both out of the air.

You felt the air rush out of you as you landed hard on some boxes, the groan of the person who had knocked you down, drawing your attention.

Looking over, you saw Pietro sprawled beside you, giving you a slight smile just as you brought your fist back and then snapped it forward, connecting with his collarbone instead of his face as he saw it coming and managed to partially move.

Quickly you got to you feet, your wings tucked in close to your body as you and Pietro slowly circled each other.

You watched his every move, ready for any giveaway as to what he was gonna do.

He could move that fast that you needed any warning you could get.

He was still smirking at you, even after you had hit him, and you wondered if there was something seriously wrong with him.

Without warning, he moved at you, and you braced for the hit, surprised when you felt nothing.

He was still there, his smirk even bigger now, so you moved at him, attempting to punch him in the face again, but he just stepped aside, taunting you as he moved around you.

"Too slow, Y/N. You know they call me Quicksilver for a reason, yes?"

Gritting your teeth, you snapped a wing out, catching him in the face and knocking him down momentarily.

"Yeah, well they don't call me the Archangel just for my heavenly good looks, you know?"

Pietro chuckled as he got back to his feet, once again facing you.

This time you both moved together, and no words were exchanged as you threw punches and kicks that he easily stepped out of the way of, almost playfully.

He didn't hit you, even though you tried to to him, which only made your frustration grow.

Finally after he stepped under a particularly fast punch, moving behind you as his fingers trailed along your cheek, tucking a stray bit of hair behind your ear, you growled at him.

"Are we dancing or fighting?!" You demanded, sick of being unable to hit him.

He chuckled and moved close to you so fast that you had no time to react as he suddenly spun you around and dipped you backwards so that the ends of your hair touched the ground.

"With a beautiful woman like you? I'd much rather dance," he whispered in your ear.

Hating yourself for the way you grabbed him to stop from falling, you once again went to hit him, but he stood you up and moved back once again.

Instead of wasting your time with attempting to fight him, you attempted to reason with him.

"Clearly you possess some good judgement... Yet still you chose to work with Ultron?"

His grin faded at your words and he stood completely still as he met your gaze.

"You fight with Stark. Tell me how he is any better?"

You knew the story of what had happened to the twins parents... How they blamed Tony for it. For building the bombs that destroyed their lives.

In a way, you could see their point, but it wasn't his fault entirely...

"He's not that same man anymore... He saved me... I was experimented on, just as you were. But unlike you, I didn't want to be there... I was kidnapped from my home... and Tony saved me. He helped me become who I am today. I owe him my life..."

Pietro looked like he was going to say something, but then he was suddenly looking passed you and shouting as he held a hand out.

"WANDA NO!"

Whirling around, you saw that the female twin had been about to do something to you with the red mist in her hands, but Pietro had stopped her.

"Wanda" narrowed her eyes at you before returning her gaze to her brother, a question in her eyes, but she stepped back, returning to the fight.

Speaking of...

You'd wasted enough time with Pietro.

You couldn't beat him, but there was plenty of other guys around to fight.

Just about to launch yourself up, you paused and turned back to Pietro.

"You've let me live twice now. I owe you. So let me try to save you... Stop this with Ultron. Walk away while you can... You and your sister aren't evil. You don't have to listen to him... You could come with me ..."

He looked up at your offer and opened his mouth to say something, but then you saw as his eyes focused on something else and he was suddenly gone, just a blur in the corner of your eye.

Turning, you saw what had happened as Clint was suddenly crashing through a window and Pietro was scooping his sister up into his arms, giving you one final lingering look before he turned and ran.

He didn't come back to the fight after that, though it came in over your headset that his sister had got to Banner.

Looking around, you saw that most of the team was down thanks to the Scarlet Witch's mind tricks, so as you were fine, you took a running leap into the air and flew outside, responding to Starks call for help.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It had been a bad day.

The team had taken a hit with the mind games the Witch was playing, and on the flight back, no one was up for small talk.

You walked around checking on everyone while Tony and Clint spoke at the front of the air craft.

Kneeling down beside Banner, you handed him a cup of tea and gave him a small smile.

He didn't return it, though he nodded his thanks for the tea.

It was obvious what was wrong with him. He had lost control because of the witch and almost leveled a town.

Stark had stopped him, but you knew that Banner was going to hold onto the guilt for that one for a while.

Leaving him, you went to the front to sit with Clint, looking at the coordinates he was heading for and frowning.

You knew where it was, and what was there... But most of the others didn't.

You didn't  bother arguing with your friend though. If he had decided already, you knew he wasn't going to change his mind, so you sat back and watched the skies as you flew.

A few hours later and you were in Barton's house, helping out his wife, Laura, while talking to her about the mission that had gone so wrong.

"I had him, L. He was gonna come with me... I just needed another minute..." You explained, knowing that if you'd managed to convince him, they never would have gone after Banner.

Laura could see what you were thinking and she touched your arm as she spoke.

"No. You don't get to blame yourself for what happened. They chose to release the Hulk, so they are to blame for the events that followed, and no one else..."

You didn't want to listen to her, but then another voice was chiming in from the doorway. Steve.

"She's right, Y/N. It's not your fault. The twins have made their choice now. They aren't going to walk away from this willingly. You can't save everybody..."

Instead of answering him and starting an argument, you stayed silent.

You didn't want to listen to them. You had seen the look in Pietro's eyes. You knew that he wasn't a monster. You could save them. You just needed a chance...

Laura must have seen the look on your face as when Steve left the two of you alone together, she spoke to you without looking up from the veg she was chopping.

"This Pietro... Is he cute?" She asked innocently, and you shrugged, even as you felt the blush creeping up your neck.

Laura looked at you for all of two seconds before bursting out laughing.

"Stop! That's not relevant!" You whined to your friend.

She just kept laughing.

"Of course it is. You like him! That's so adorable! If not slightly messed up... I mean, even if he's cute, he is still fighting for Ultron..."

You nodded, the grin fading as you thought about it.

Maybe he was a little cute, but that wasn't why you kept trying to save him...

He was good. And you just hoped that he wasn't going to realise that when it was too late.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The next time you saw the Maximoff twins, they were helping Captain America fight Ultron on a train.

You flew in too slow to catch Ultron, but you helped Pietro get people out of the way of the train.

Now that you were both in the open, you discovered that you could fly almost as fast as he could run, which made your job more of a competition as you hurried to get people out of the way.

When the train finally came to a stop, you were both bent double, catching your breaths.

Steve made his way to Pietro, and almost without thinking, you stepped in his path and put a hand on his chest.

He looked at you for a long second before giving you a small nod and then continuing towards Pietro. This time you let him go, knowing he was at least willing to use his words, and both twins had some explaining to do...

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Okay. This was it. The final showdown with Ultron.

The city was flying, soon to be falling, unless you and your team could stop it. Tony was working on that while the rest of you took down the many versions of Ultron while evacuating the people who lived in the city.

You don't know what would have happened if Fury hadn't have shown up with an escape plan.

Tucking in your wings, you dropped fast, first first, straight on top of an Ultron bot and crushing it beneath you before you soared up again, pulling put your guns and shooting at others as you flew around, trying to guide civilians safely onto the ships to be taken to safety.

Wanda was protecting the core, while Tony and Thor worked on destroying the city once everyone was clear. The rest of you were tasked with clearing it, but so far everything seemed... Okay.

It actually looked like you were winning. Everyone was alright and most of the city people had been saved.

It was looking like you could see a glimpse of the end. You were going to win. Everyone was safe.

You were standing across the court to Pietro and you offered him a triumphant grin, just about to call out to him...

But then you heard the unmistakable sound of bullets hitting the ground.

The world seemed to slow down as you looked around and saw the aircraft flying towards you, bullets ripping up the floor in front of it, heading directly for...

NO

Barton was directly in the path of the bullets, and you knew that he wouldn't have time to run, especially with the child in his arms. The only person who could get out of the way fast enough was...

You saw Pietro realise Barton wouldn't make it at the same time you did, and you knew what he would do before he even twitched, which was how you found yourself already propelling yourself forward when he moved.

The world seemed to snap back to normal time just as you threw your wings out around him, your arms grabbing onto him from behind as you felt the bullets hit.

Then the danger was gone, and you let him go, stepping backwards and looking at both him and Barton with the kid, checking that all three people were okay before you noticed Pietro staring at you, his mouth slightly open as he realised that you had saved him.

A small smile started at the edge of his mouth as he thought about thanking you, but you only just managed to have grin back at him before you stumbled back and your knees buckled.

You would have hit the ground, but he had moved and you were now cradled in his arms as you sucked in a breath through your teeth and gripped his hand tightly.

His smile was gone as he realised that somehow your bulletproof wings had failed you.

"îngerul meu... What have you done?" He whispered as he brought his hand up from around your body and saw the blood that covered it.

You tried not to look at it, and instead stared into his eyes, trying to block out the pain in your back.

Barton and Steve had ran to you when you'd collapsed, but even as you saw them calling for help, you knew it was pointless.

You'd broken your only rule, to never put your back to the enemy... But you'd broken it to save him, and now you were paying the price.

Most of the bullets had harmlessly bounced off your wings, but you had felt as two of them had shredded through the vulnerable space between your wings, causing enough damage that you knew you didn't have long left.

Already your vision was starting to fade at the edges, but you managed to keep your eyes open for long enough to see the first tears fall from Pietro's eyes and land on your chest.

"You didn't see that coming?" You choked out, managing one final grin before your grip on his hand went slack and the world went dark to you.

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Needless to say, after having two bullets tear through your body and kill you, you were a little pissed when the next thing you felt was pain.

Surely the upside to being dead is that it doesn't hurt?

Focusing on the pain helped you become aware of other things around you.

All you saw was black, but you could smell something almost metallic, and there were numerous sounds around you, including an annoying beeping, and the sound of fabric rustling in the wind.

After a moment you realised why it was dark and opened your eyes.

The immediate onslaught of light had you quickly screwing your eyes shut once more and jerking slightly, trying to protect yourself from it.

After a second you gingerly reopened your eyes, allowing them time to adjust to the brightly lit room you were in.

It only took you a few seconds to establish where you were, as you had been there before with some of the others.

The medical bay in the Avengers tower.

So you were alive? That was a good start.

Looking around the room, you realised that you weren't alone.

Pietro Maximoff was asleep in the chair next to you, still wearing the torn shirt from where he had been shot in the arm.

How long had it been?

You debated waking him for a moment, but then you didn't need to as his eyes flew open and he was on his feet, quickly looking around the room, ready to fight off some invisible threat, until he seemed to realise where he was, at which point he turned back to you.

When he saw that you were awake, he was immediately at your side, his hand holding onto your own, reminding you of how he had held you before.

"You're awake, îngerul meu," he murmured as he leant over and surprised you by pressing a kiss to your forehead.

When he pulled back, you frowned a little.

"What happened? I didn't think I was gonna make it off that rock..."

Pietro didn't stop staring at you as he answered after a sigh.

"You almost didn't. After you... Saved me... You died. Wanda and some doctors managed to bring you back, and when you were ready, you were returned here. You've been out for 3 days now... I was starting to worry you'd never wake up," he admitted with a small laugh, and you smirked at him.

"Takes more than a few bullets to keep me down..."

This time he didn't laugh, and his face grew serious as he looked away from you, staring out of the window as he seemed to search for his next words.

"Why?" He asked, so quietly that you weren't sure if you'd even heard him to begin with. But then you figured out what his question meant.

Why had you sacrificed yourself to save him?

Taking a deep breath, you sighed before shrugging.

"I don't know. I mean, I knew you were going to save them, but I didn't want you to die... And I'm partially bulletproof, so at least I could save all of you... And usually myself... But I made a mistake... You make me reckless," you frowned, mock punching his arm to get him to look at you.

"I don't know if it's because I nearly died or whatever, but I feel now is a good time to tell you that..."

You didn't need to finish though.

Pietro was on the same page, and used his super speed to instantly have his lips a breath away from yours, where he hesitated long enough to speak.

"îngerul meu I know. Believe me, I know."

And then he closed the gap between your mouths, gently pressing his lips to yours.

"You owe me $20, Cap!"

Tony's voice from the doorway had you separating for a second as you looked over at him, blushing deeply, but also glad to see him.

Of course, he would still be there later, and you and Pietro were only just...

As if he could read your thoughts, Pietro was suddenly a blur as he slammed the door shut and locked it before returning to your side in a second.

You grinned at him as you heard Tony outside the door, shouting to the others that they owed him money. You and Pietro were into each other. He'd called it.

Rolling your eyes at him, you smirked and tuned out, pulling Pietro back down for another kiss.

Request:  So, I just found y'all blog and I’d like to make a request. (Do y'all remember Andy Gallagher from Season 2? He’s one of my favorite side characters!) Anyways, I was wondering if y'all could write a fic about him? Maybe where a guy is flirting with you in the diner and it’s late and Andy comes in to save the day by controlling his mind. And maybe he offers to take the reader home? It’s alright if you can’t write him; I can request something else. But thank you anyways! :D Have a nice day!

Word Count: 1158 

Warnings: Almost sexual assault but… 

Author’note: Anna - First oneshot posted, I hope it isn’t too crap…

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“Oh god” you sighed in your head. He was coming through the door again. Same time as every week, Tuesdays at 7:42pm he rolls in and always ALWAYS winks at you. Creep. Just your luck it would be your turn to take orders too.

You stand up on your skates and glide over to his table, trying desperately to look elegant and confident but in reality attempting to keep down nausea at the sight of this pasty, sweaty man with his eyes boring into you, while also watching out for the legs, bags and feet of the hordes of other customers around the tables. It was lucky it was busy today, no school tomorrow so all the teenagers are in, meaning that I can’t be kept by HIM too long.

“Hello, what can I get you” you said with your sweetest smile. Flirting = tips after all, and you really needed to get that brake light fixed. You noted he hadn’t even picked up the menu, as per, and yet he swiftly replied with “A coke, 2 hamburgers both without any sauce, chips with a quarter cup of cheese on, and large stack of pancakes with syrup”, proving his obsessiveness with this place.

“Coming right up.” You twirled around to face the bar again, big mistake since when you turned your head to smile at him (politeness is key) he was full on staring at your butt. Another complaint will be going in about the length of these skirts then.

You thought you’d be safe when you finally got back behind the counter and served other people but the whole time his eye was on you. “You’re just paranoid” said Sheila, the chef, every time we closed up on Tuesdays, “what’s an old man like him going to do to you really, let him dream, lovey”. She hadn’t served him though, you could feel the strength he had, the power he was wielding, who knew what he could actually do.

“Trash is full, Y/N” Sheila shouted out of the cubby-hole. Ew. Dumpster time.

5 minutes, 1,000 shuffling steps, and 3 bags later, you were standing outside, leaning on the wall by the dumpsters trying to catch your breath. There was a weird vibe in the air, you could sense something was not as it usually was… Was someone out here?

“Hello?” you whispered before you could stop yourself. Stupid, stupid, who greets their possible murderer waiting down the dark alley. You’re dead, Y/N, idiot.

“Hello” came a voice beside you.

You jumped what felt like 10 feet into the air, screaming at the top of your lungs, before feeling a hand being placed roughly over your mouth.

“Ssh! Don’t want to spoil our fun before it’s started do you, Y/N?” How did he know your name? What was happening? What was he going to do? You should really have gone to those free self-defence classes advertised at the Y.

“Let’s walk.” the voice said, turning towards the edge of the forest. Who opens a diner on the edge of a forest, it’s biting me in the ass now. You twisted out of his grasp, on the verge of running back to the diner, when you felt the hand clasp around your wrist, pulling you back down the alley.

“Don’t you want to be with me, darling? Were all those secret smiles fake, did they not mean anything to you, was I mistaken?” It was him. The creep from the diner. Every Tuesday he’d smile and wink… every Tuesday he’d tip and wave… every single Tuesday… he was waiting for his opportunity. He was waiting for you.

He grabbed you, held you down, he was so strong, so heavy on top of you, you could feel him crushing you… and then relief. The weight was gone. He was gone.

You sat up and looked forward… he was still there. But… he wasn’t moving towards me. He was walking away while still facing me, his face placid.

“Can’t get him to turn around, sorry, he’s a big bloke” said a voice on your other side. You scrambled away but heard “no, no, I’m trying to help you, I’m saving you, see?” immediately as you moved.

You looked slowly at this new face, saw a mop of dark hair, a hoody, a surfer’s necklace and a slight 5 o’clock shadow. He smiled encouragingly, holding out his jacket. “Put this on, it’ll help”. You made to shy away but felt a weird feeling come over you. You nodded slowly, then held out your hand. How were you doing that? You tried to pull it back before the jacket was laid on it but it wouldn’t budge.

“What are you doing? What are you?” you whispered shakily. This man seemed friendly enough, not sleezy like the flirty bloke but you still couldn’t trust him… Or, yes, you could. He was your friend, Andy. You remembered Andy. No, no friend, boyfriend.

“I’m sorry, I’m such an idiot” you said.

“No, no, it’s fine, big trauma. Are you hurt? Can you stand? Have you got your phone?” The answer to all three was yes, which pleased him. “Let’s get you home.”

Out of nowhere you said “Your/Address”. Why? Andy was your boyfriend, he would know where you lived… right?

Something still wasn’t right with the night, the difference in the air was still noticeable, even though you felt safe with Andy. He was holding your waist and hand, walking you slowly back to your house. Perfectly safe then.

Soon you were at your door, “all too soon” your head said, and made to give Andy back his coat.

“No, no, keep it” he replied, backing away to show complete refusal. “You need it more than I do.”

“Thank you” you said absentmindedly as you tried to remember the passcode to get into the building. It seemed to have slipped out.

Andy leaned over, typed in the code and squeezed your hand. “Goodnight” he said simply and turned away.

“Goodnight” you whispered back.

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You woke up late the next morning, with the sun shining through your white curtains. You must have been tired the night before, you couldn’t remember getting into bed. In fact, you couldn’t remember any of last night. How bizarre… Did you go out? Eh, probably, and a friend probably brought you home.

You stood up and looked at the end of your bed. That wasn’t your jacket. Oh god, you thought, I bet I wore something really slinky and froze so someone had to give me their jacket. Girl perks obviously, you smiled.