You've done Platonic Stucky, but what about Platonic SteveSam. Reader is Steve and Sam's daughter. She's a supersoldier and making their way as a superhero like her dads. But unfortunately the public already knows their Steve's kid. So the internet has already dubbed them as "Miss America", much to her dismay.
Legacy
Dad!SamSteve & Fem!Reader
[A/N] I LOVED this request, so much fun to write. Hope you enjoy it lovely, thank you for the request â€ïž
Sam smiles at you âYou ready for this kid?â
You nod, adjusting your costume again âI look okay, right?â
âYou look amazing.â Steve reassures you âYouâre gonna knock âem dead.â
âThe newest Avenger.â Sam says proudly âYouâre gonna do amazing kiddo.â
Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers are your Dadsâ â youâd been born to a surrogate mother nineteen years ago. Steveâs sample had been used and when you were five years old theyâd discovered the super serum had transferred to your DNA too. Youâd never gotten sick as a child and they soon discovered why - youâd inherited your fatherâs super strength and enhanced abilities.
Neither of your Dadsâ had ever put pressure on you. They wanted you to forge your own path but youâd always looked up to them both, loving that they worked together to save the world and always tried to do the right thing. From the moment youâd learnt to toddle youâd wanted to be a superhero too. Your enhanced abilities and access to the Avengers Compound had definitely given you an advantage but your determination and perseverance had been your real strength.
Youâre being unveiled as the newest Avenger today at an event hosted by Tony. Initially Steve had offered to do it but you didnât want anything linking you to your Dadsâ. Reporters had spent years trying to find information on Steve and Samâs child but theyâd managed to keep your identity a secret and you intended to keep it that way. Whilst you were following in your Dadsâ footsteps you also wanted to forge your own identity as a super hero.
Tony had had your costume custom made and youâd strayed away from your Dadsâ iconic bright coloured costumes, taking more inspiration from Natasha and Yelena who wore dark but practical outfits with a touch of gold, as a nod to your superhero name âGolden Hopeâ.
Steve and Sam both give you proud smiles as they watch you nervously fix your hair for the hundredth time then Sam pulls you in for a hug âWe love you kiddo. We couldnât be prouder of you.â
You hug him back âIâm nervous. What if I say something stupid?â
âYou wonât.â Steve says reassuringly âAnd if you do just laugh it off and move on. Thereâll be a few press questions but Tony will be there the whole time looking out for you.â
You nod, clinging to Sam like a lifeline and he presses a kiss to the top of your head âYou got this kiddo. This is the easy stuff. Wait until weâre on our first mission and weâre checking in with you every few minutes.â
You laugh and then readjust your outfit again just as you hear Tony beginning his announcement. The conference is being held at the Avengers Compound with members of the press invited for the announcement â they would ask you a few questions and then youâd go to your official âWelcome Partyâ that evening.
â-Please put your hands together for the latest recruit to join the ranks of the Avengers â Golden Hope!â
You give one last nervous glance to your Dadsâ who smile back at you reassuringly before stepping out onto the stage and plastering a confident smile on your face as you walk to stand by Tony. You are officially the youngest Avenger to debut â Peter had been younger when heâd started out but hadnât officially joined the Avengers until he was in his twenties. At nineteen years old that made you the youngest in Avengers history.
Tony puts a hand on your shoulder and you force yourself to make eye contact with as many people as possible as you wave, the cameras flashing incessantly. You figure you can fake the bravery until you actually feel it. Steve and Sam had confessed to you that the publicity side of things was an unfortunate hassle that came with the job â Tony never seemed to mind though.
âThank you, thank you.â He announces âOur newest recruit is happy to take some questions from the audience.â He hands you the microphone and then points to a female reporter in the front row.
You smile â your first question as an Avenger. An opportunity to tell the world about the work you want to do and-
âThe internet has already dubbed you âMiss Americaâ, Iâm curious of your opinion on that nickname?â
You falter immediately, glancing at Tony who seems just as confused as you. You smile and clear your throat, trying to sound confident as you reply âWhy would they be dubbing me âMiss Americaâ?â
âGiven that youâre following in Steve Rogersâ footsteps and youâve inherited his enhanced abilities-â
âWell, Iâm not âMiss Americaâ. Iâm Golden Hope. Completely unrelated.â You smile politely âNext question?â
Tony points at someone else who stands up âIâm curious about the origins of your name, âGolden Hopeâ?â
You smile, feeling a stab of relief that the questions seem to have turned away from your Dadsâ and steer more towards you again. You explain how you took âGoldenâ from the sun and that you added âHopeâ as you wanted to be a ârayâ of hope for the world, particularly to other girls âI want all the young girls watching to know that being a superhero is for anybody.â You explain âThe Avengers might be very male-dominated at the moment but Iâm confident that we can change that.â
Tony points to another reporter who stands up âItâs interesting that you mention that being a superhero is for âanybodyâ because there have been a lot of accusations online that your position in the Avengers is due to nepotism rather than ability. There have been doubts based on your age-â
âNepotism?â You repeat âWhat do you mean by that?â
âWell, given your parents are Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, there has been some discussion online about how that has affected your place in the Avengers.â
You close your eyes for a moment, feeling a stab of anxiety and anger. Maybe it had been naĂŻve to hope that you could debut without anyone realising who your parents were but clearly someone had found it and spread it round the internet like wild fire. You hear Tonyâs voice âIf we could try and stick to relevant topics-â
âSome are saying that youâve had an unfair advantage. You have access to Avengers facilities and your parents have clearly been preparing you for this from a young age-â
âMy parents are not the reason Iâm stood here.â You say calmly âIâm here due to my own hard work and determination-â
âBut inheriting Captain Rogers enhanced abilities through the super serum has certainly given you an advantage Miss America-â
âItâs Golden Hope.â You say, hearing the childish quiver in your voice as you do so.
âMany believe nineteen is too young to debut as an Avenger. You canât even legally drink yet but you are expected to make decisions that could affect the lives of thousands. To be a police officer most applicants would expect you to be at least twenty-one-â
âI- Iâm not in charge of any major decisions yet but I will be taking on certain duties-â
âSome people on the internet are doubting your position in the team. You donât have any real world experience yet, itâs all been training based so far. And that the reason to debut you as an Avenger has more to do with your parents than your abilities.â
âY/N has received extensive training. Sheâs worked hard to be in this position and weâre satisfied she is more than qualified to officially join the Avengers.â Tony says, seeing the flustered look on your face âI would ask again that any questions are relevant to-â
Another reporter stands up and interrupts âMiss America, how involved have your Dadsâ been when assisting with your Avengers training?â
You donât even bother to correct the name this time but you feel tears prickling at your eyes as you answer as calmly as you can âI- I guess pretty involved, they-â
âWould it be reasonable to say they have pushed you down this career path? To continue their legacy?â
âI- What, no, this is something I wanted, they never-â
The questions are coming thicker and faster than you can keep up with and all of them are about Steve and Sam. The reporters continue to call out for âMiss Americaâ. You glance nervously at Tony who shoots a sympathetic look back at you before gesturing for you to leave the stage. The clamours grow louder as you walk away, the words âMiss Americaâ ringing in your ears.
Your âWelcome Partyâ into the Avengers isnât exactly everything that youâd hoped for. The mood is relatively sombre given how badly the press interview had gone and although Tony tries his best to project some energy into the room it just isnât working. Youâve mostly been avoiding your own party anyway, finding a quiet corner of the compound to sit, your knees hugged to your chest as you scroll through your phone.
Although you have social media youâd never really bothered with it before but now youâre reading all the comments about your Avengers debut. Everything about you has been picked apart â youâre still being referred to as âMiss Americaâ, your own name of âGolden Hopeâ has been deemed âcringe and embarrassingâ, as has your outfit. Your appearance has also been picked apart, lots of posters calling you ugly whilst some comments from grown men go in such a different direction that it makes your skin crawl. Accusations of you being a ânepo babyâ are also popular, the internet seemingly unanimously agreeing that you donât deserve your position in the Avengers.
Your phone is suddenly pried from your hands and you look up to see your Dadsâ. Sam puts your phone in his pocket, giving you a small smile as he sits down next to you âRule number one of being an Avenger. Avoid social media at all costs.â
You sniffle, wiping at a tear that trickles down your cheek âIâve failed before Iâve even gotten started.â
Steve sighs, sitting on your other side and putting a comforting hand on your shoulder âKiddo, no, you havenât failed-â
âHow am I meant to be a beacon of hope for anybody when no one trusts me to do this job?â
âYou need to prove them wrong.â Sam says gently âLook⊠Weâre your Dadsâ. Have you had certain advantages that led you to this career? Yes. But youâve worked damn hard. And you know how protective we are of you. If we didnât think you could do this we wouldnât have let you join the Avengers.â
âWe know you feel a sense of responsibility based on your abilities. I know that feeling better than anyone.â Steve says âItâs great that you want to help people kiddo. You have a kind heart. When the world sees that⊠Theyâll adore you as much as we do.â
âNo they wonât.â
âNow the little girl I used to know wouldnât have had such a pessimistic attitude.â Sam says, his own hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear âWhat happened to that little girl who thought she could do absolutely anything, huh?â
You snort âShe got slaughtered by the press. I love you guys but I donât wanna be âMiss Americaâ.â
âYou like Stranger Things, right?â Sam asks. You nod âWell, Robinâs one of your favourite characters. Maya Hawkeâs a nepo baby. But sheâs a good actress, right?â
âI donât see-â
âYou go on your first mission and when you succeed, everyone will forget youâre our daughter. Youâll be you and youâll shine in your own way.â
You sniffle again, wiping at another tear on your face âYou really think so?â
Steve nods âWe know so. Youâre a hero Y/N. And youâre gonna show the world that you can do this.â
You feel a stab of determination at their words. Theyâre right. Yes, theyâre your Dadsâ and youâve had certain advantages but you still put in the work. Youâre not going to half-arse this. Youâve been training for years to be good enough to join the Avengers and youâre not going to let anyone destroy your dreams just as theyâre in your grasp. Youâre an Avenger now. And youâre going to be a damn good one.
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Hello peeps! I have just started my first ever fanfiction. I am about a quarter of the way through what will be a looong, multi-chapter slow burn fic featuring Steve Rogers x Female OC. But the narration style is such that it works as a Steve Rogers x Reader fic as well, for those of you who are looking for that. We get see inside both of their heads at different points in the story. I have just posted the first chapter on AO3 and I plan to update every weekend at least, barring any major interruptions. Please do check it out and let me know what you think!
Summary:
Stark has hired someone new to run the Avengers Tower Med Bay. After a late night encounter with the new Doc, Steve can't help but be drawn to the steady, competent woman. But will the Rogers charm (or lack thereof, if you ask Bucky) be able to break through her walls that are up high enough to park a heli-carrier behind?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A/N: I needed a break from the mama series for a bit. This was an idea that I came up with while dealing with some chores, and my adhd brain would NOT stop pestering me to write this down before I forgot it. I might make this into its own series, but itâs honestly a drabble more than anything. I also just really wanted to write a fight scene. Oh, and I did edit it so the name of the character is Wolf, not dog.Â
Pairing: Avengers x Werewolf! Reader
Location: Marvel > Avengers > Avengers Team > Oneshots
Warnings: Violence, language (?)
Words: 1.3k
Tagging: @tyler-t0t
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âYouâre joking.â I asked the man in front of me.
âI am not. You are to meet them, and see if they like you.â He replied.
It was difficult not to roll my eyes at the situation.Â
âFury, having them like me is something I can live without. Iâm back up, after all.â I told him.Â
He sighed, before pushing the folder in front of him to me. âI know.â
He got up and left me in the conference room, wondering if it was too late to get on my motorcycle and ride out of the state completely.Â
Heâd close the building up before I stepped foot into that garage anyway. I told myself, opening the massive folder and flipping through the various papers in it.
Avengers Initiative. Steve Rodgers. Carol Danvers. Tony Stark. Natasha Romanoff. James Barnes. Bruce Banner. Thor. King TâChalla. Scott Lang. Clint Barton. Wanda Maximoff. All to protect the world from larger-than-them fights. Bullshit.
I skimmed through the rest of the file, only taking time to read through Barnes and Romanoffâs profiles.
I finished skimming through the folder before closing it and getting up from the table. Stretching my limbs and bending backwards to pop my back never seemed so good. I had sat in that chair for nearly an hour as Fury told me about the Avengers and my role to partake today.Â
Shit, when was the meeting again?Â
I checked my phone for the time and was relieved to see I had fifteen minutes until I was âneededâ at the meeting.Â
Enough time for coffee, and maybe a bagel.Â
I grabbed the file and donned my leather jacket, checking all my pockets and weapons in case they were loose or had moved since I had sat down. After clearing that, I headed out of the room towards the cafeteria.Â
Bullshit. Iâm back up-they never need backup.Â
They were the Avengers for fuckâs sake, âEarthâs mightiest heroâs my assâ I grumbled to myself as I stalked down the hallway.Â
It took a decent amount of self control not to throw open the cafeteria door, mostly because last time I had to pay for it. Why the fuck are the doors so expenis-oh, pure steel. Enough to stop bullets. Right.Â
I cut off the thought as it appeared, and I headed to the coffee station in the back of the room, ignoring the looks I got as I walked past the tables.
Being the person I am, having a reputation can be a dangerous thing, yet I tried to stay in good graces of everyone. The only time I wasnât polite or made an effort not to snap at anyone is when I knew it would impact my life with S.H.I.E.L.D.Â
While I was born into Hydra as an experiment, I became a part of S.H.I.E.L.D nearly seven years ago when my plane had crashed and I was captured. My abilities made me a prize possession of the agency, and once I proved myself useful it was only a matter of gaining trust from others.
I grabbed a disposable coffee cup and poured some (thankfully) hot coffee into it, before snapping on the lid. I checked the time and was really, really, disappointed that I did not in fact, have enough time to get a bagel.
I headed out of the cafeteria and out of view of the stares, and made my way upstairs and to the conference room.Â
The one thing I did not like about the conference rooms were the pure glass walls-you could shade them, but no one even bothered to hide the fact that not just the original Avengers were there, but all of them. I lost track of all the faces I saw.
I took a large sip of my coffee before taking a deep breath and pushing open the door to the room.Â
âIâm glad you could join us, Ms. (L/N).â Fury spoke with a tone of indifference. I did notice the gleam in his eye-surprise. He was surprised that I actually went through with this.Â
I nodded to him, before taking off my jacket and draping it across the chair at the foot of the table.Â
Steve Rodgers, otherwise known as the defacto âLeaderâ of the Avengers came around to me, holding out his hand.
âSteve Rodgers, but you can call me Steveâ He told me, I stifly shook his hand.
â(F/N) (L/N), but you can call me Wolf.â I replied, before taking my hand away and tucking it into my pocket. He walked back around to his spot, and everyone took their seats besides Fury and I.
âMs. (L/N), otherwise known as Wolf, is the new applicant for this position.â Fury told everyone, handing out a stack of folders to everyone.
âAnd her test?â Natasha Romanoff asked him as she got her folder.
Fury just nodded, finishing passing out the folders before standing at the head of the table again.
I heard the door open behind me, and sensed the four men before I saw them.Â
All well built, no main identifying features other than a faint remembrance as the top of the fighterâs guild last year. All wore the same suits, all looked clean, and all looked nervous. One stood at my left, another at my right, and two behind me.
âFury.â I spoke in a warning tone. I had no idea what the hell was about to happen, but I didnât like it.Â
âWorried?â He asked me, raising his eyebrow.
âNot for myself. Youâve seen me fight, are you sure you are willing to risk their lives to prove a point?â I asked him, with venom coating my final words.
He smiled at me, before nodding. The man at my left side shifted nervously.
âYou could have let me go into a small battle with them, yet you decided that unleashing me in a closed room with four men would prove your point?â I told him as I set my coffee down.
âNo weapons, no deathâ He replied.
I nodded, before widening my stance. I knew the men would only attack on his command, and I would honor that.
He nodded, and all at once the men leapt for me.
I ducked low and as one of the men behind me made to grab my shoulder, I grabbed his arm and threw him on the table. Everyone stood up in shock, papers scattering and chairs rollin gin every direction.
I twisted his arm and went left as the man on my right came at me. I twirled, ducking the left manâs fist as he swung at me.
The other man behind me grabbed my arm, and I turned and kicked him with all my force into the widow behind him. It spider-webbed, but didnât break. Another man grabbed me around the stomach and I shook him off of me, before turning around and punching him square in the face.
He cursed at me and held his nose, his blood running through his fingers and staining his white undershirt. I snarled at him, before roundhousing him in the face.
Luckily I dodged the other man coming at me, and he shoulder-checked the other man at the window, borderline breaking it.Â
I dragged him off of the other man, and slammed my head against his, breaking his nose. I then swung a right hook into his jaw, rendering him unconscious and only the man at the window to deal with.
I turned towards him, as he stood taller, both fists up, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
âYouâre just Furyâs lapdog, born to take orders!â He yelled at me. I stood still for a matter of three seconds as he started to realize that he truely, royally, fucked up.
I approached him with a deadly calm that made my head swim.Â
âI belong to no one.â I snarled at him, before kicking him into the window, finally breaking it and sending him falling to his death thirty six stories below.
I turned towards Fury, wiping the blood off my hands, and growled
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!avengers!reader (any race)
WC: 6.2k
Summary: When Stark Industries hires you to work with the Avengers, Bucky Barnes is assigned as your partner. The two of you don't see eye to eye, to say the least, but that all changes after one fateful night at a Tony Stark Party.
Warnings: swearing, descriptions of violence, description of injury, enemies to lovers, oral (f receiving), smut (p in v)
A/N: This is too long to be a one-shot,, it kinda very much got away from me but I figured I'd still add it to this series! I hope you all enjoy, please let me know what you think <3
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âGod damnit, Y/N, we donât have time for this shit,â Buckyâs harsh whisper carries across the room to where you are working.
âItâs fine, Barnes. You did your sniper shit; now itâs time for me to do my shit.â You continued picking the hidden lock in the ornate wooden desk. You grumble under your breath about how much of a dick heâs being and work your lock picking keys into the mechanism.
After a bit of wiggling, you hear a click. You turn the keys, and the sound of a drawer popping open above you confirms your suspicions. You slide out from under the desk and open the newly discovered drawer. Inside is a laptop, and judging by how much they had tried to hide it, that is what you have been looking for. You grab the computer and shoot a glare at Bucky. He is always doubting your abilities. âLetâs go, old man,â you say shortly, putting the laptop in your backpack and shouldering it on. Bucky rolls his eyes and starts leading the way back to the window you both had climbed in through earlier. His strides are longer, so he quickly gets farther away from you. You donât bother trying to catch up.
Shots ring out from behind you, and you duck, grabbing your gun. You fire back, keeping behind a wall for shelter while Bucky continues on, already around the corner and probably far enough to not think anything of the shots. You are still too preoccupied with the agent attacking you to call for his help.
You quickly run out of ammo. You make a show of dropping your weapon and beg the man with your eyes to let you live. He does exactly what you want. The man approaches you, a wicked grin growing on his face. Your hand creeps slowly to the hilt of your knife at your waist. You let him get closer, waiting for the perfect moment. Right as he presses the trigger, you dive and stab the man in the leg, right in his IT band. He howls in pain and tries to shoot you again, but you are quicker, and you push the knife into his side. The man falls with a loud thud just as Bucky comes running back down the hall for you.
âY/N, I--â
âOh look, my knight in shining armor,â you say sarcastically, forcing the bile thatâs rising in your throat back down. You wipe off your blade and push past Bucky. The window is still open from when youâd done the climb into the building, so you maneuver yourself out onto the siding and climb down. You are seething. How could he have left you like that?
Youâve been partners with Bucky for a few months, and missions have always been touch and go. The two of you are constantly bickering, picking on each other, and fighting about how to do stuff.
You only tolerate the man because Tony had quite the vision for you and the Winter Soldier. The whole idea was that Bucky would do his sniper spy stuff, and youâd go in and sneak around looking for hard drives or whatever you needed from that mission. So far, all your missions have been successful, but you canât get past the smug look on that assholeâs face.
You stalk off to the car; a black SUV parked a few blocks from the building. You sit in the passengerâs seat, waiting for Bucky. He finally gets in the car, and you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. It's palpable how pissed both of you are.
The drive back is unbearable, and the second you arrive at the Tower, you go your separate ways. You arenât an Avenger, so you donât live in the same wing as Bucky, and you are incredibly thankful for that.
Your neighbor, Lee, always makes sure to check on you after missions. You donât know what youâd do without them. Lee knocks on your door 30 minutes after you get back, giving you enough time to change out of your tactical gear and into a pair of sweatpants with a comfy shirt. They donât bother waiting for you to open the door; they know itâll be unlocked.
âHowâd it go today with the old guy?â They ask, placing a bottle and two shot glasses down on your counter. You huff out a laugh as you head over to them.
âIt sucked.â Lee pours two heaping shots of tequila and offers you one. You take it and tap glasses with Lee before downing the shot. Itâs a tradition. A few shots after a tough mission always make you feel better. âHe left me alone while I was getting shot at. What kind of partner does that?â Lee shakes their head and pours another shot for the two of you.
âIâm sorry, Y/N. Why donât you just ask to get reassigned? I get it was Tonyâs idea and all, but if you two donât work well together, it isnât worth it.â You take the shot and wipe at your mouth, scanning the kitchen for a chaser.
âThatâs the thing, we do well together on the missions. If you ignore the bickering, we actually are a great team. We just donât get along very well the rest of the time.â Lee nods but doesnât really believe you.
âHeâs also not so not so bad to look at,â Lee says quickly before taking a shot. Your jaw drops, but you have to agree.
âI mean, youâre right but donât tell anyone,â you laugh loudly and try to push the image of Bucky out of your head.
He frequents your thoughts, images of him working out, taking down an agent, or literally just standing there looking like a fucking greek god. âJesus, Lee, please donât tell anyone.â You take your last shot and shake your head at Lee. They laugh along with you; your secretâs safe with them.
Itâs getting late, and you have to debrief with Steve and Bucky in the morning about the mission. You canât afford to be late or hungover for that. Lee heads out, and you make your way to bed, still pissed with Bucky.
âYou did what?â Steve shouts after hearing about Bucky leaving you to deal with an attacker alone. Bucky just stares at you, lips pressed into a thin line. He doesnât speak, but he doesnât need to. His eyes say it all.
âItâs fine,â you say, standing abruptly from your chair. You canât sit still anymore. âIâm fine. Nothing happened. Just donât do it again.â The first part of your statement, you say directly to Steve. The second part, you spit at Bucky. It just fuels the fire.
âItâs not like Iâd do that on purpose,â Bucky says, his voice getting louder.
âBut you also didnât come back for me. You were going to leave me there!â Steve looks between the two of you like he is watching a tennis match.
âI came back, Y/N! What else was I supposed to do? Magically sense that he was there and kill him for you?â You roll your eyes and open your mouth to respond, but before you can, he is speaking over you. âYouâre a big girl,â he says, voice dripping with vitriol. âYou can handle yourself. If you canât, maybe you should rethink your profession.â He storms out of the room, letting the sting of his words settle.
Two weeks later, you are put on another mission with Bucky. Itâs simple-- well, it was supposed to be. Everything is going wrong. There are more agents in the building than you originally planned for, and there are too many people guarding the hard drive you are after. You and Bucky are outnumbered. You take down as many of them as you can, but they just keep coming. While both of you and Bucky had called for backup, no one was coming to save you. You are in it alone.
The brief for the mission had been tense; you hadnât spoken to each other since that day he told you to get a new job. He had no idea how much it hurt to hear him say that, literally the day before you had been defending him to Lee, and he just tore you down in an instant.
Ever since Tony had recruited you, youâd felt like you werenât meant to be there. You didnât have super strength, you werenât bitten by anything, and as far as you knew, you hadnât been injected with any super cool hero goo. You were just really good at stealing shit. It isnât a superpower. It isnât even something people could appreciate. But Tony saw something in you, so you had to believe that you were there for a reason.
Searing pain in your leg brings your thoughts back to the present moment. You dive out of the way and press yourself as tightly as possible behind a shelving unit, seeking cover from the onslaught of gunfire you are taking. Bucky is firing back, but his eyes are searching for you. He finds you pushing back against the wall, pressing on your leg. Blood seeps from your fingers out onto the floor. The click of his gun alerts him to the fact that he is out of ammo. He crouches down next to you, checking for more but comes up empty.
âAre you okay?â Bucky asks quietly, giving you a once over. He pulls a knife out of his pocket and flips it through his fingers. You nod and reach for your own knife, feeling it in your waistband.
âHelp me up,â you say through gritted teeth, trying to push yourself up. Bucky shakes his head, but the men are approaching. You donât have time to argue with him. âRight, Iâm a big girl. Iâll just do it myself.â Bucky rolls his eyes, but he doesnât have time for a snarky remark. The men are firing again. You force the pain in your leg out of your head and focus on the task at hand.
You pull the knife from your waistband and wait for the perfect moment to jump into the fight Bucky had started. The two of you make quick work of the agents, stabbing and slashing at them expertly. Once all the agents are down, pain floods your body. You have done a good job of pushing it away, but you donât have the energy to keep it up. You fall back against the wall and press your hand to your gunshot wound.
âAre you gonna be able to get out?â Bucky asks, gesturing to the 8 flights of stairs youâll have to descend to get out of the building.
âIâll be fine,â you grunt, pushing off the wall and stumbling a bit. âBig girl, remember?â You walk past him, dragging your leg a bit. The thought of making the trek down the stairs makes you want to throw up, but you canât let Bucky know that. He waits behind you, only walking down the stairs once you have gone.
âLet me carry you,â he mumbles, voice horse. You stop walking and face him, trying to keep your weight off your leg.
âHell no,â you huff, laughing a bit at the proposition.
âWell, I doubt you could hate me more than you already do, so deal with it, I guess.â He passes you quickly on the stairs and goes to your side, sliding one arm behind your knees and the other on your back.
âBucky, donât--â
âYouâre too slow on your own. I donât want to be in this place longer than we need to be.â You canât squirm out of his grip, and you canât think of a witty response, so you just hold onto him as he carries you out.
Youâve never been this close to Bucky. You can smell his pine body wash mixed with his sweat; it is intoxicating. Finally, the two of you reach the bottom floor, but Bucky doesnât set you down. He walks you all the way to the jet, putting you down in the co-pilot chair. A weird tension falls over the two of you, but it is different than the one that had been present earlier.
âThanks,â you grumble, pushing through your bag, looking for your medkit.
âWeâd still be up there if I hadnât carried you,â he replies curtly as he readies the jet for takeoff. You find a large roll of gauze and wrap it around your leg to apply pressure. You donât have the skills to do anything better, so thatâll have to do until you get back to the Tower. You try to get some sleep on the ride home. Itâs about a two-hour flight, but every time you shut your eyes, you feel Bucky staring at you. After about 30 minutes, you get fed up with it.
âCan I help you?â You ask somewhat groggily. You turn your head and look at Bucky, raising your eyebrows to emphasize the question.
âI was just checking to see if youâre okay; I thought thatâs what you wanted.â He huffs a little bit and focuses back on the flight.
âGod, youâre infuriating,â you mumble, turning in your seat, so your back is to the man. The rest of the trip is spent in silence, and you can finally fall asleep.
âHey, Y/N,â Bucky says gently, shaking your shoulder a bit to wake you. âWeâre back.â You rub your eyes, trying to shake the sleep from your body.
âOkay.â You push yourself up from the chair but immediately fall, crumpling into Buckyâs body. He catches you and holds you up, but you try to push away.
âYou canât walk,â he says, pulling you back into his arms. Without asking, he picks you up and starts to carry you off the jet. Neither of you speaks, and the silence that falls over you is surprisingly comfortable. All you hear is the sounds of his heavy boots on the steel floor and the soft whirring of his metal arm in his jacket. You rest your head on his shoulder, and Bucky inhales sharply, holding his breath. He carries you into the elevator and down to the medical wing, dropping you off gently onto one of the open beds.
âThanks,â you say to him somewhat awkwardly. One of the doctors walks over and quickly starts treating your wounds. You shoo Bucky away, not wanting him to be around for when you had to take off your pants. He makes himself scarce but canât help but pace outside in the hallway until you are discharged. It is a quick fix, and youâll be back on your feet soon, so you are able to hobble your way back to your room all on your own. A message from Tony on your phone alerts you to at least two weeks of desk work, but then youâll be back in the field just in time for his next lavish party.
You have a love-hate relationship with Tonyâs parties. You like getting drunk, but you donât like the whole interacting with other people thing. Normally, most agents donât go to the parties, it tends to just be the Avengers and the higher-ups, but since you are partners with an Avenger, you have to make an appearance. Tony insists that you and Bucky make your rounds and talk to all the important people. You will tolerate it, hooking your arm around Buckyâs, smiling and nodding along to what the man says to everyone. The second you are done with everything, you and Bucky will go your separate ways.
Thatâs the plan for tonightâs party as well. Get in, get drunk, get out.
Easy.
Lee helps you get dressed; they love doing your hair and makeup. You decide to wear a short lavender satin dress with a low back, the fabric pooling just at the base of your spine. It is a bit more skin than you are used to showing, but you donât have many dress options. Youâre somewhat wary of showing off your stitched-up wound, but itâs healing nicely, and you are set to get the stitches out in a few days. You slip on a pair of heels and take a shot with Lee for good luck before heading out. Perks of living in the Tower: no commute home.
You make your way to the 50th floor where the party is being held and are greeted by the loud sounds of dancing, mingling, and music. Stepping out of the elevator, you immediately look for the bar. You make a b-line for it and order yourself a vodka soda, taking it from the bartender, thankfully. A hand on your lower back makes you shiver, and you spin around to face the owner of the hand. Bucky.
âYou look nice,â he says, leaning in close. You continue to sip at your drink and roll your eyes.
âThanks, Grandpa,â you reply.
Suddenly, Tonyâs voice pierces through the noise of the party, and you and Bucky visibly cringe. âAh, my favorite broody pair. Whatâre you two doing hiding out over here? You know the rules, make your rounds and then get shit-faced.â He claps the two of you on the shoulders and you down the rest of your drink, earning a scoff from Tony.
You set down your glass and try to link arms with Bucky, but he has different plans. His hand slides into place on your lower back, gloved fingers reaching to your waist. You inhale sharply, but heâs already walking and pushing you lightly to stay next to him.
The two of you make your rounds, talking to investors and big-shot corporate people, but you can barely focus on anything other than Buckyâs hand pressing against your skin. Even through the leather gloves, you can feel the heat of his hand.
Finally, the two of you make your way back to the bar, but Buckyâs hand doesnât leave your skin. He orders you another drink which you sip at, trying to ignore how close Bucky is standing to you.
âWhy are you so grumpy tonight, doll,â he asks somewhat sarcastically. You lean against the bar and look up at him, glaring a bit.
âIâm not grumpy; I just donât like parties. Weâve been to enough of âem together. You should know that by now.â You down the rest of your drink and motion to the bartender for another.
âIf you hate âem so much, why do you dress up so nice?â You scoff; he keeps complimenting you. Itâs weird.
âBecause if I didnât, Tony would have my head.â The bartender brings you a new glass, and you push the ice around with one of the little black straws.
âAnd here I thought you were doing it all for me.â He laughs and presses a little firmer on your waist with his fingers. You huff a little and shift your footing. âAw, am I ruffling your feathers, pretty girl?â
âWhatâre you playing at, Barnes,â you ask, sipping your drink and trying to ignore how much you like it when he calls you that.
âAm I not allowed to compliment you?â He smirks, and you know youâve been caught.
âItâs just that youâve never been all that nice to me, so itâs just--â you take a sip as you try to find the word. âNew, I guess.â Bucky laughs and sips his own drink, which you think is kind of weird considering the man canât get drunk. The song changes to something more upbeat, and a woman makes her way to the bar.
âHey, Buck,â she says, putting a well-manicured hand on his arm. âYou wanna dance?â Bucky looks uncomfortable but forces a smile and walks out to the floor with her. You shiver in the absence of his hand on your back but push the feeling from your mind. So what? Buckyâs a dick, and you donât care what he thinks or who he dances with.
You watch him dance with the scantily clad woman. She wraps herself around him, grinding against him, but his gaze isnât on her but instead staring straight ahead. His jaw is tense, and his hands never touch her, only hover above her skin. You still hate the sight, but since when did you care?
âY/N, right?â You tear your gaze away from Bucky and the woman, shifting it to the man who has approached you. It takes you a moment to remember his name, but after a few seconds, it comes to you.
âYeah, Jon?â He nods and gives you a not-so-subtle once over, eyes lingering on your exposed skin.
âHow about a dance?â You feel eyes on you, and over Jonâs shoulder, you can see Bucky staring daggers in your direction. Itâs enough motivation for you to accept the invitation.
âIâd love to dance.â You grab Jonâs hand and pull him out onto the dance floor, still within Buckyâs line of sight.
You press yourself against Jon, who is happy to hold you close. You arenât dancing as sexily as the woman with Bucky, but itâs enough to piss him off. Jon is pretty into it until Bucky approaches. He grabs your arm and pulls you away from Jon, much to your dance partnerâs dismay. Jon makes no attempt to fight for you, though, and makes his way over to Buckyâs abandoned dance partner. You try to wiggle out of Buckyâs grip, but there is no escaping him. He pulls you into the elevator and jabs at one of the buttons.
âWhat the hell was that?â He asks, still holding onto your arm. His grip is tight. Itâll probably leave a bruise.
âThe fuck, Bucky, I was just dancing,â you say, noticing that Bucky has pressed the button for the top floor. âWhy are we going to the Avengers floor?â The doors open, and he drags you out and into the main room. Itâs deserted since everyone is down at the party. Itâs strange for it to be so quiet.
âI just wanted somewhere quiet to talk,â he replies, releasing your arm. You rub at the skin he had been holding onto. Itâs sore from his grip.
âYou couldâve just said that. I wouldâve gone with you.â He scoffs a bit and rolls his eyes at you.
âYou hate listening to me; we both know that.â Heâs right; you do hate listening to him. But what you hate more is when heâs right.
âOh come on, Buck, whatâs wrong?â You ask, leaning your back against the wall. Bucky paces around in front of you, obviously thinking about something.
âWhat were you doing with that guy?â He takes his gloves off and tosses them onto a table a few feet away.
âWe were just dancing; what were you doing with that girl?â You ask, voice a bit higher-pitched than you hoped it would be.
âShe was dancing. I was too busy watching your display with that Jon guy.â He takes a few steps toward you, standing close again. You can smell his cologne; it makes your knees weak. âYou donât seriously like that guy, do you?â You donât, but you kind of like how messed up Bucky is over this.
âSo what if I do? Itâs not like Iâm with anyone right now.â Bucky shrugs off his suit jacket and drops it unceremoniously to the ground. Youâll never admit it, but he looks really good like that. The disheveled assassin look is very hot.
âYou think that guy knows how to treat you, right? How to take care of you?â His voice drops toward the end of the statement, and he steps closer. He is inches from you, close enough to touch.
âOh, and you think you do? Thatâs real funny, Buck.â He places his metal arm next to your head, leaning against the wall.
âWho says I donât? Itâs not like youâve given me a chance to show you.â You suck in a breath; his face is so close to yours. It feels like his eyes are about to swallow you whole.
âWhat dâyou mean? Youâre always so mean to me. You hated me from the second I got here.â You feel yourself deflate a little at the thought of meeting Bucky, having him reject you instantly. He had even asked Tony for a new partner in front of you on that first day.
âIâve never hated you, Y/N, itâs just--â He licks his lips as he thinks of what to say next. âIâve never worked with someone other than Steve.â You donât like his explanation. âI didnât wanna hurt you or put you in a bad spot. Plus, youâre so cute when youâre all worked up.â You drop your eyes, unable to stare into his anymore. Bucky chuckles, stepping one of his feet in between yours.
âYou shouldâve told me you didnât hate me,â you say, voice a bit raspy. âMaybe I wouldâve been nicer.â You know that you probably still wouldâve been snarky; itâs just the kind of person you are.
âI didnât think Iâd like you as much as I did,â he says, bringing his flesh hand up to brush a piece of hair out of your face. âSo I kept it up, hoping that youâd distance yourself from me. Iâm not much of a people person.â His hand comes to rest at the nape of your neck, thumb pressing gently at your jaw.
âSo what, is this your big confession?â You say, trying to hide your nervous excitement. Youâd never said it out loud, but youâve always had a bit of a crush on the man. You like how he teases you, and sure sometimes he takes it a bit far, but so have you. It isnât a one-sided thing, but the day he told you to get a new job had been a new level. You really thought heâd hated you.
âSure,â he says, and before you can respond, he presses his lips to yours. You gasp a bit against the kiss, but he angles your head with his hand to fit against him better. The kiss is hot, passionate, and full of everything youâve been feeling for the past few months as his partner.
Your hands wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His hands find their way to your back, arching it off the wall. You moan softly into the kiss, face heating. You didn't mean to make that noise.
âGod, if you wanted me that bad, you just had to say so,â Bucky says against your lips. He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He holds you close, supporting your hips and back with his strong hands. Bucky walks you to his room, kicking the door open. He tosses you down onto his bed, and you land with a little squeal.
Heâs on you in an instant. Kissing you, hands tangling in your once-styled hair. Your hands roam all over him, feeling his build through his thin shirt. Eventually, your fingers find the buttons on the front of his shirt. You make quick work of them and pull the fabric from his body, and he happily discards it on the ground. Bucky stares down at you, eyes hungry and dark. He looks like a fucking god, and it makes you want him that much more. His hands run up your legs, pushing your dress up and up until your panties are exposed.
His hand grazes over your gunshot wound, and immediately the fire inside you is doused. Bucky sees it, and you can tell his focus is entirely on your stitched-up flesh. His fingers trace the bandage; itâs something Banner had come up with. The stitches and bandages are clear, so observing the woundâs healing is easier. At this moment, though, you wish Bucky couldnât see the damage to your leg.
âBuck,â you whisper, placing a hand over his, covering your stitches. âWhereâd you go?â You ask quietly. Itâs something he asks you when he catches you spacing out on the jet. You say it in an attempt to make him smile, but all he does is shake his head.
âThis is my fault,â he says quietly. You push yourself up to sit and reach a hand up to Buckyâs face. He leans his head into your hand, but his eyes stay on your leg.
âI donât blame you, Buck. Itâs part of the job; you did what you could.â His eyes flit back to yours, and you see the storm clouds rolling in his usually bright blue eyes. Before that moment, you hadnât gotten around to mentioning that you donât hold a grudge about that day youâd been ambushed.
Shit happens. Itâs impossible to be everywhere all at once. You know that.
âIâm a shitty partner,â he says with a dry chuckle. You know he doesnât mean for it to be funny, but you laugh a little anyways. He stares at you in surprise, but you ignore the look. Instead, you push yourself to sit up. You crawl on top of him and push his chest back, so he hits the mattress with a little oof .
Bucky watches as you lean over him and press gentle kisses to his forehead, nose, cheeks, jaw, and collar bones. His eyes are wide with disbelief, and honestly, if you werenât right here kissing him, youâd have a hard time believing it too.
Without realizing it, youâve begun to focus your affection on his left shoulder, where skin meets metal. Youâve heard Bucky talk about how much his arm affects him. Itâs a constant reminder of his past, of the person he tries so hard not to be anymore.
You show him how beautiful you think it is.
âDonât talk about my partner that way,â you mumble against his skin. Though the words are quiet, you know Bucky has heard them. You continue kissing down his abdomen, planting one on each rib, on that little trail of hair that leads below his belt. As youâre about to unbutton his pants, Bucky grabs you and pulls you back up, so youâre face to face with him. You can feel his cock pressed against your center, and you shiver at the pleasant pressure it provides.
Bucky grips your hips tightly, and the pressure makes you want him even more.
âFuck,â he mutters, shifting your hips to grind against him ever so slightly. Something snaps in him, and you practically see the shift. Buckyâs fingers find the edge of your dress and tug it up off of you before discarding it on the floor.
His eyes take in every inch of your exposed skin. Your first instinct is to cover up, but under Buckyâs gaze, you feel confident. You give Bucky a smile, and he flashes one right back, though his is much more mischievous than yours.
Before you get a chance to ask him of his plans, Bucky flips the two of you over, so heâs got you caged between his arms. He kisses you briefly on your lips before trailing his mouth down your body, nipping at your skin as he moves. When he settles between your legs, he looks like a man starved. Bucky whispers something to himself that you canât hear then spreads his tongue along your core. His breath is hot on your sensitive skin, and you canât help but grip his hair in your fingers.
He works you expertly, bringing you to your peak after only a few moments. No one has ever made you feel this way. Your thoughts swim; you can only think of Bucky and his talented tongue.
âPlease, Buck,â you groan, not even sure why youâre begging. You know heâs going to give it to you; heâs going to make you come. And he does, he picks up his pace, focusing on what makes you squirm, and with a final tug on his hair, you come undone. Pleasure washes over you, and you moan loudly, not caring who hears.
When Bucky kisses his way back up your body, you feel warmth spread through your body. He smiles at you again, and you tug him down to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips, and it spurs you on.
âCan I fuck you?â He asks through gritted teeth. His question takes you by surprise, but you nod a few times, put in a trance by his eyes. They shine so brightly. He kisses you again quickly before grabbing a condom out of the nightstand drawer. Bucky mutters to himself under his breath as he rolls the condom then lines himself up with you. He swears under his breath, and all you can do is stare up at him.
âPlease,â you whisper, gripping his arm tightly.
You watch him roll the condom over himself and try not to groan at the sight. You canât believe that less than an hour ago, you were convinced he hated your guts.
Bucky positions himself between your legs, and the sight takes your breath away. âFuck,â you whisper as he pushes into you. Bucky huffs out a laugh at your reaction; he canât seem to get enough. He leans in to kiss you, reassuring you as he pushes into you. The stretch is perfect, and he fills you better than anything you couldâve imagined.
âYouâre so fucking perfect,â he whispers against your lips. You canât formulate words, so your reply is a jumbled mess of whimpers and moans. Bucky grins into the kiss, threading his fingers into your hair. Bucky uses the grip to hold you still as he ravages your mouth. His teeth scrape your lips, and you moan at the action, not bothered by how loud you are. He rocks into you, not pulling out but just keeping himself seated deep inside of you.
Your brain feels like itâs short-circuiting as electricity courses through you. Bucky sets a deep, steady pace that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. No one has ever fucked you like Bucky is now; you didnât know people could even be this good at it.
Somehow, Bucky can read you like a book. He kisses your lips sweetly and whispers that you donât need to talk. Just let him do all the work. Youâre not even sure you can move even if you want to.
Your hands wander over his back and shoulders, feeling his skin and scars. They explore his shoulder, the mechanism fusing skin and metal, and a shiver travels down Buckyâs spine. It spurs him to move faster, and waves of pleasure wash over you.
You get closer and closer to your release, the way Bucky is working your body, hitting all the right spots, is perfect. Thereâs just enough friction against your clit to make you see stars, and as you near your orgasm, Bucky kisses down your neck, sucking on the soft spot just below your jaw.
âOh my god, Bucky,â you whimper, sucking in a breath. âIâm so close,â your voice is barely audible, but he can still hear you.
âI know, I know,â he comforts, pressing you further into the mattress. âI need you to come for me. You gonna do that?â You nod your head quickly, screwing your eyes shut. âNeedta hear the magic word.â Frustration creeps into your thoughts, but it doesnât stick around long. You want to come more than you want to pick a fight.
âYes, Bucky,â you say through a groan. âPlease.â The word flips a switch, and Bucky changes his approach, his pace speeds up, and his metal fingers find your clit. Your eyes flutter open for just long enough to see Buckyâs bright blues flash.
âAtta girl.â You canât hold eye contact for long, your orgasm washes over you, and you lose any coherent thoughts in your mind. Bucky follows you a few moments later, collapsing on top of you once heâs spent.
When you finally come out of your post-orgasm haze, you find yourself combing your fingers through Buckyâs hair. He is tracing shapes on your abdomen and legs, tickling you but not in an uncomfortable way.
âDo we have to pretend to hate each other tomorrow?â You ask quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace that has easily fallen over the two of you.
Bucky shakes his head. âNo, they probably already know.â You furrow your brow and stick your hand out, feeling around for your phone. You find it shoved under a pillow, but youâre not sure how it got there.
You unlock it and find a few texts, but the one that stands out is from Lee, âCanât say I didnât see it coming⊠I expect a full report ASAP ;)â You roll your eyes and toss your phone toward the edge of the bed. Explaining everything can come later. Figuring out your feelings can wait.
Right now, all that matters is the feeling of Buckyâs skin on yours, of his whispered words on your lips.
Easy.
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Steve has a crush on the reader (and he spoils the reader because he likes him) but he isn't out and the only person who knows is Tony, so one day during one of Tony's big party's Steve and Tony have a big argument and Tony outs him to everyone and he tells everyone he also has a crush on the reader so Steve runs to his room but the male reader follows him and they have a nice talk and the reader says he also has a crush on Steve so they kinda cuddle and make out.
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 Steve Rogers x Male reader
Headcanons
You didnât specify how the reader and Steve knows each other, so Iâm making him a fellow avenger. You guys can imagine yourselves what abilities he has and whatnot.
Sorry itâs not a long imagine, I just struggle to write them, and I enjoy writing headcanons a lot more.
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-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â When you and Steve first met, it was during the attack on New York. Back then Steve didnât have time to think too deeply about the fluttering feeling he got when he was around you.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â When you fought side by side during the invasion, he would get hot in the face, and he felt his stomach go into knots.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Itâs after some self-discovery that he realizes what heâs feeling, and he keeps it to himself since it was shameful during his time.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Steve feels he canât tell you, but he still tries to show he cares by giving you gifts and ends up spoiling you in a way. You end up accepting his gifts and maybe giving him something in return.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Tony ends up figuring it out when Steve asks him about your interests and what kind of things to get you.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â You gain feelings for Steve too, but think he has no interest because of the time heâs from. Maybe you donât want to confess for the same reason.
  -         One day, Tony is holding a charity party or something like it.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Steve and Tony end up arguing over something, it could really just be anything. Maybe Tony is kinda drunk and ends up outing Steve.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Steve is horrified and canât talk, and before he can shut Tony up, heâs told everyone how Steve feels about you.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Youâre shocked quiet, and stare at Steve because he likes you back, but he thinks your disgusted by it and runs away.
 -         You unfreeze and run after him, and since the party is probably held at the tower you have to use the elevator up to Steveâs floor.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Steve has hidden himself in his room when you get to his floor, since thereâs only one elevator you had to go after him.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â You knock on the door, trying to make him let you in. You have to make sure what Tony said was true, because if it was a joke, youâd be heartbroken.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Steve doesnât want to open the door, but after you stay there knocking for a long time, he unlocks it and opens the door.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â You ask if you can come inside, because you want to talk to him. He seems scared, because he expects you to yell at him or similar, but he lets you in.
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-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â He looks like heâs been crying, and he wonât look you in the eye.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Youâre both quiet and canât seem to know what to say, but he starts quietly apologizing, saying that he didnât mean to make you uncomfortable or make you hate him.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Your shocked because its true, he does like you back. When he keeps apologizing you surge forward, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â You kiss for a while, before you both pull back.
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-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â He freezes for a moment, and he doesnât know what to do with his hands. But he starts kissing you back and places his hands on your waist.
-         âSo, you⊠you like me too?â Steve stutters, red in the face and avoiding eye contact again.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â You nod, âof course, I just didnât say anything because I thought you wouldnât like me back, and I didnât want to lose youâ.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â The two of you go back to kissing, and end up on his bed.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â The both of you are filled with butterflies and blushing, and the kissing gets kinda steamy.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â You end up cuddling up close and turning on the tv in the room, and watching a movie, sneaking kisses every now and then.
-Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Youâd have to deal with Tony tomorrow, for outing Steve like that, but for now the two of you didnât care about the outside world, just eachother.
Prompts - 239 - âYou canât watch Willy Wonka without massive amounts of junk food.â
As Thor began spending more time on Earth the two of you had grown closer and you had taken it upon yourself to introduce the God to all the movies, shows, songs...pretty much everything he was clueless about.
There was a long list but it was fun, watching as Thor followed you around, listening to every word you said. Tony had compared him to a golden retriever once and honestly you could see it.
Today you werenât feeling so great as you headed down to the kitchen. You had been away on a mission for the past three days. It had taken a toll on you and today you were feeling the extent of the job.
âY/N!â Thor exclaimed as you walked into the room, his whole face lighting up. Despite how you were feeling you couldnât help the smile that spread across your face as you saw him. He had been visiting Asgard for a week and you had missed him dearly.
âHi Thor.â You greeted, willingly going into his open arms and resting your head against his chest as he held you close, seeing that you needed the comfort right now.
âIs everything ok?â He asked after you pulled away after a minute or two.
âYeah, it was just a rough mission.â Thor nodded sympathetically, he had had many rough missions and knew how draining they could be.
âHow about we spend the day watching some more of those movies?â Thor suggested, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as he did so. You smiled up at the God softly as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. âHow about the one about the chocolate factory? I was rather intrigued by that.â
âWilly Wonka?â You asked with a laugh as Thor nodded excitedly. âSure but we have to go to the store first.â
âThe store?â Thor asked as he followed you into the elevator.
âOf course,â You told him seriously, âYou canât watch Willy Wonka without massive amounts of junk food.â
âOh, of course.â Thor said, mirroring your serious tone.
It wasnât long before the two of you burst into laughter.
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Shopping with Thor was an...interesting experience to say the least.
The man attracted everybody's attention immediately, looking so out of place in the supermarket. He was a sweetheart to everyone that approached him and was always quick to take pictures or sign things for the fans.
Once that was done, Thor turned into a child excited by everything in the store, he wanted to look at everything, wanted to buy everything. Before you were halfway around whatever store you were at heâd always asked you half a million questions.
You thought it was endearing though, the way the God was so easily pleased. He managed to find joy in such human things, grocery shopping, walking around the park, driving in a car. The way he saw the Earth, describing its beauty to you when the two of you sat on the roof of the compound looking up at the stars made you pause before looking around and appreciating the world around you.
âSo what food do we need then?â Thor asked as the two of you stopped in front of a wide selection of candy.
âAll of it.â You replied with a grin and quickly the two of you were filling up the cart with a sickening amount of candy.
âAre you certain this is a good idea?â Thor laughed as the pair of you checked out.
âProbably not but itâs the proper way to experience Willy Wonka, Thor.â You rolled your eyes fondly as Thor grabbed the bags before you could and the two of you headed back to the tower.
-
The two of you went your separate ways once you were back at the tower, you went to your room to change back into some comfy pyjamas whilst Thor went to his room to do the same whilst having JARVIS set the movie up in the room.
Once youâd changed you quickly made your way down to Thorâs room, smiling as you saw him already in the bed with the covers drawn back and the movie waiting to be played. You paused just to take in the scene before Thor was patting the bed and you went over, happily tucking yourself under his arm, letting him pull you against his chest and wrap the blanket around the both of you.
As the movie played Thor happily chatted away, asking you all sorts of questions which you answered with a smile on your face. When Thorâs attention was fully on the movie, his fingers trailed across your waist unconsciously and honestly, even with the stomach ache that was already starting to develop, there was nowhere else youâd rather be.
âThank you.â You whispered before leaning up to kiss his jaw. Thor didnât reply with words, he just pulled you closer and kissed your head.