#femreader mcu

Okay so, stark!reader who has always been daddy’s girl, gotten everything she might have wanted because Tony Stark was not about to be a carbon copy of his own father.

Stark!reader who got into engineering and mechanics due to living in her dad’s lab and overall having superheroes as her babysitters.

Stark!reader eventually got interested in karting and had her dad custom make her her very own go-kart. Tony also was the engineer-mechanic-strategist-sponsor shamelessly. (Stark Industries was plastered onto her gear even bigger than the HP on Scuderia Ferrari)

Stark!reader who ended up being quite good. And once she did start climbing up, had her favorite aunt Nat teach her how to ignore the boys bitching and complaining about a girl competing. (”Tasha you cant teach an eight year old to drop kick someone.”)

Stark!reader who crushed the Academy but was also worried she wouldnt get into F1 because there was barely a team that would have taken her seriously.

Stark!reader who (with the help of identity concealing professional Peter and master of sneaking into places Bucky), got into a team’s testing day of another driver and drove under C. Barton.

Stark!reader who would have gotten in trouble had she not been quite impressive and actually got a year contract.

Stark!reader who obviously had Stark Companies as her sponsor. Again. Nepo baby and proud.

Stark!reader who got her first podium on second weekend and first win on 9th race.

Stark!reader who, I can imagine, is teammates with another rookie maybe in Williams or Alpine or Racing Bulls. And gets along amazingly.

Stark!reader who has a teammate maybe her age or younger (like a little brother) who is equally amazed by her talent but also… ”you live with the avengers?!”

Stark!reader who obviously has her father’s sarcasm and confidence during press duties. Who also makes her own PR manager google ’covering gray hairs at 30’

Stark!Reader who one by one had a little tribute to each of her family member on her racing suit. Gray left sleeve, Arc reactor on the chest, green designs wrapping around her body, red-white-and-blue, design of ballet slippers dangling from her racing number on her back and bow and arrow symbol on her hip.

Stark!reader who definitely did not make her dad almost cry just a tiny bit when she had a special livery and ’I love you 3000’ on the back of her helmet.

Stark!reader who has Morgan on the paddock whenever the little menace wants to be.

Stark!reader who also secretly tries to convert Morgan to kart too. Pepper says it’s enough that one is in the air and other one drives at 300kph. They don’t need a third.

Overall Stark!reader who is the epitome of ”she’s just one girl! … that one girl is kicking our ass”

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Life was… weird.

Bucky liked to think so much shit had happened between the 40s and today that nothing should surprise him anymore.

Except reality-tv. (It was your fault he got hooked on)

He had been part of World War Two, got taken POW, rescued, fell off of a train and turned into a POW-slash-superassassin for 70 years. Fought his childhood best friend, spent years in hiding and on the run from the US government. Then half of the universe was snapped away by Thanos, brought back five years later.

People died, people left. Everything had been through the wringer like that t-shirt you refuse to throw out even though it resembles more of a rag than a piece of clothing.

So, yeah. Life right now shouldn’t be so weird.

Yet it also… was. He supposed it was the domecity. He went to work, tolerated Nikolai, actually somewhat enjoyed Ava’s and Yelena’s company and Bob… was just kind of there. Walker was just… no.

Then he’d come back from work, get flowers before going up to the right apartment and probably finding you either cooking, cleaning or doing whatever hobby you were currently hyperfixating on. Or all of them at the same time. Then you’d go on a tangeon on how ’Mark from HR’ is cheating on his wife with ’Taylor in management’ and you two would sip coffee and/or tea and have a proper gossip session over something so mundane

It was weird. But he liked to think it was good-weird for once.

The apartment smelt like cinnamon and something sweet and sticky. It was always like a hug coming over. Bucky didn’t want to push into your space but damn if he didn’t love coming over. To see you and your plants that switched out every few weeks because ”i cant keep them alive i swear flora hates me”.

You were humming.

Bucky had someone humming when he got home. What were the damn odds?

”Cinnamon rolls?”

”They’re not ready”, you chuckled and swatted his hand that looped around from the back. Bucky set the two coffee to-go cups down and pushed the flowers in front of your face.

He was down bad but he’d take it over that grin you always gave him at the sight. ”Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”

”How long did you rehearse that?” You took the boquet and moved over to cut the ends for the vase.

Bad move. Cinnamon rolls = unprotected.

”I don’t have to rehearse doll.”

”Mmmhmm.”

”Five minutes”, He plucked out a piece with an almost boy-ish grin, chewed on it very proud. ”I’m a quick learner, what can I say.”

You just shook your head with a chuckle. The white and blue-ish flowers sat pretty in the glass vase as you set it beside the window counter. Light shone through the ornament.

A sticky cinnamon roll piece appeared in front of you. ”Youre getting your arm dirty again.”

”’s gotten dirtier before.”

Small elbow to his abdomen for that. Although you couldn’t help the small amused smile and you took the piece.

Damn, you outdid yourself.

”Mark got busted.”

”Mhm, really?”

”We think so”, you leaned back a bit before turning around with an uptilt to your lips. ”No ring and Hailey-”

”H or T?”

”H. She lives in the same neighborhood. Swore she saw the wife pack up their sudan and drive off.”

”Tsk. Damn… good thing we dont have a sudan.”

You snickered at that and looked up at him. He felt like the luckiest man.

”We don’t even have a car”, your eyebrow lifted off a bit. His hands rubbed up and down your sides, and you had to stifle the giggles. Damn you and your ticklishness.

”Could get one.”

”We live in New York. In the capital of ’collateral damage’.”

Bucky made a faint face, ”true.”

You chuckled again as you leaned back against the counter. This was nice. Especially after the shittiest five years of your life you didnt even feel entitled to feel shit about. Since it happened to 50% of the whole universe too. (Your therapist would hate hearing that)

He reminded you every day you weren’t alone anymore. Undergrounds weren’t half a ghost town, shops werent just broken windows and people werent just hollow things.

Now it was flowers every other day, traffic that slowed you down everytime you tried to get to work and a very lovely (and stupidly handsome) man holding you firm.

”Got something for you”, you mused as you dugged into the backpocket of your jeans. Bucky felt the warm metal on his flesh hand, eyebrows raising a bit.

”Oh dont be surprised, you steal my cinnamon rolls and do your laundry here anyway.”

You curled his hand over the key. You had gotten a keychain to it, laminated veteran discount coupon. He huffed a bit. Very smart.

”Thank you.”

It was more than a thank you but you knew that. Thank you for opening up your home. And making cinnamon buns and kissing good morning and good night. And washing my arm in your washing machine.

You patted his chest a bit with a very self-proud smile. ”Gotta go my part for the society.” Side stepping him back to the now slightly nibbled cinnamon buns, you worked the white topping on.

”Your part for the society?”

”Yeah”. You grinned and licked the spoon. ”Taking care of the elders.”

Bucky blinked slowly a few times before pocketing the key. You yelped a laugh when he picked you up over his shoulder like you were a bag of feathers, let alone a sack of potatoes.

”Bucky!”

”Sorry can’t hear you, dollface. Bad hearing. Comes with the age.”

He walked across the open-space and towards the bedroom. You had changed the sheets, white with small florals on them. A framed picture of him and you was on the bedside table. His clothes mixed with yours on that one arm chair that’s sole purpose was I’ll put these away later.

Your smiles matched.

Yeah, he’ll take weird.

author -> thought i was out of my mcu phase then thunderbolts happened anyway here’s this

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