#mcu ff

You were stumbling into the bedroom, Tony guiding you without ever stopping the kiss. He had been on a dangerous mission for a couple of days and as soon as he came back home you two started making out. You just couldn’t keep your hands off of the other.

Tony pushes you onto the bed, crawling on top of you and starting to make out with you again. Greedy hands unbutton his shirt and Tony sits up to let it slide down his shoulders onto the floor. He pulls your shirt over your head and throws it to his on the floor before wrapping his arms around you and softly laying you back down on the bed. Tony unclasps your bra in the process and tosses it aside.

But then you put your hands on his chest and push him off of you. At first he looks like a lost puppy but you just smirk and push him down on the bed, straddling him. The smirk returns to his face and his hands wander up your body, admiring every curve, and finally landing on your breasts, kneading them softly.

A moan slips from your mouth and you lean down to kiss him once again. Then your own hands find his and cup them before pulling them away from your body and pinning them down on either side of his head. You look at him to see his reaction. Tony lets out a gasp, not expecting this but he clearly enjoys how you start to take control.

You smirk at him and lean down, brushing your lips up his neck all the way to his ear, whispering “Let me show you how much I missed you” Your words send a shiver down Tonys spine and he pushes his hip upwards to meet yours. But you quickly pull away and press down on his hands more, taunting him. “Ah, ah… You’re not in charge tonight”

With that you let go of his hands and lean towards the nightstand table, pulling out two silk ropes and starting to tie his hands to the bed frame. Tony grins like a child at Christmas and his other hand slaps your ass provokingly. You then start to tie up his other hand as well before kissing your way down his body to the hem of his jeans. You slowly start to unzip it while looking up at him. Tonys breath gets heavier as he looks down at you, taking things way to slow for his liking.

After a few minutes his jeans and boxers are finally gone but you don’t even think about giving him attention right now. Instead, you stand next to the bed, smirking down at him and starting to pull your own jeans down ever so slowly. Tony gets impatiently and he starts to slightly pull on the ropes at his hands. He wants you, but you are far from done playing with him.

Once you are completely naked you climb back onto the bed between his legs. Your hands start to rub up and down his thighs, and your face getting closer and closer to his cock. “Please, darling” Tony breaths out, wanting you to finally touch him.

“You want to feel my mouth around your cock?” You smirk at him as he nods quickly. First your tongue licks over his shaft, making him let out a soft moan. My hand wraps around his cock slowly and I start drag my tongue around his head a few times, making him tremble in anticipation. Then, I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, my lips sealed around it and Tony throws his head back into the pillow with a moan.

“That feels so good, baby” he whispers, making a wave of pride washing over you.

As you start to slightly bob your head another moan leaves Tonys lips and he bucks his hips, but you are quick to retrace your mouth from his member, making him whine at the loss. “That’s not how we are going to play tonight” you smirk and take his member in your mouth again. You let your tongue swirl around his head making Tony go wild. He starts to pull at the ropes around his wrists slightly but tries his best to contain his excitement, not wanting you to stop.

After a couple of minutes, you let go of his cock with a “plop” and smirk up at him. Tony is already a panting mess as you slowly crawl up his body. Your lips hover right over his as he opens his eyes to look at you. “Let me feel you pussy, baby” he asks softly, trying his best to not let his voice shake.

You sit up, straddling his cock perfectly with your pussy, your hands resting on his abs. “Beg for it”

Tony looks at you with pleading eyes. He doesn’t want to beg. In fact, he should be the one in charge right now, not you, not that he minds of course. But begging? Tony Stark doesn’t beg.

As he stays quiet you roll your hips on top of him, giving his cock some friction but not enough to satisfy him. His eyes roll back and he bites his lips. “Please…” he whispers, nearly inaudible.

“What was that?” you ask him again with a huge grin plastered all over your face, continuing to roll your hips.

“Please, please let me feel your pussy. Let me fill you up, baby, please”

That’s exactly what you wanted to hear and you finally give him what he wants, letting his cock slide into you inch after inch until he is completely buried inside your wet pussy. Your head falls back and you too let out a soft moan at the feeling of being stretched.

Tonys eyes roll back into his head as he is trying hard not to buck his hips up into you. “Oh god” He pants out, loving the feeling of your warm walls clenching around him.

After you are adjusted to his size you slowly start to rock your hips again, your hands still resting on his chest for support. The feeling of finally having him sends jolts of pleasure through your body and you start to moan softly. This makes Tony go crazy and all he wants is to pound into you right now. But all he can do is pulling at his restraints and starting to buck his hips up to meet yours. You are enjoying the feeling of his cock softly pounding into you way too much to stop him right now and so you just let him continue.

Soon you start to move a bit faster, in time with the movement of his hips. It feels perfect for the both of you. Your clit is rubbing over his groin, covering it with your juices. Tony lifts his head to watch where the two of you meet and he licks his lips. “So wet for me baby. And I didn’t even do a thing”

His smirk makes you chuckle slightly, but you don’t stop your movements. Instead, you clench around him as a respond, making his head fall back onto the pillow with a groan. “You like it when I ride your cock, don’t you?” You ask him between deep breaths.

Tony nods “God yes, I want to touch you. I want to touch you so bad”

You just shake his head. “I’m in charge tonight” And continue to ride him a little bit faster.

“Please… Please, I want to touch your perfect breasts, your skin, your pussy, please, baby” He whines out. You rarely see Tony like this, a panting, whining mess underneath you, pleading for you. But you enjoy this sight very much.

“You are touching me, Tony. Down here” As you say this you lean back slightly, taking his balls in your hand and rolling them softly, just as he likes it. The new angle makes both of you moan a little more, getting closer and closer to the sweet release.

“Yeah, and you feel so good” Tony whines out, bucking his hips up with a bit more force this time, making you jolt in pleasure. As he sees your reaction Tony does it again. “You like that?”

You nod frantically, feeling a knot in your stomach growing. “Yes, yes! Tony…” You moaning out his name makes him pull harder at the restraints, continuing his movements and chasing his own high. You can feel that he is close too and you look right at him. “Cum. Cum for me” You say with shaky voice, feeling the knot in your stomach is about to explode.

Your words are everything he needs and after three more thrusts he feels hot ropes spilling into you, as he groans heavily. His release sends you over the edge as well, clenching around him and milking every single drop from his cock, while your movements slowly dye down.

As you both come down from your high you open your eyes to look at him again, a soft smile playing around your lips. Tony looks up at you too, still feeling your walls clenching around his cocks slightly, hot cum dripping out of you. He softly pulls at the silk ropes around his wrists and looks up at you with pleading eyes, wanting to finally touch you and hold you in his arms.

“I don’t know, kinda like you like that” you chuckle a bit which makes him whine a bit.

“Please. Don’t you want me to cuddle you?” He looks at you with puppy eyes, and you can’t resist this looks anymore. You lean over to free him from his chains and he immediately wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down against his chest. “This was amazing, baby” He softly whispers into your ear as your head rests on his shoulder.

“I may do it again” you respond.

“Oh, no way. Next round, I’m in charge” you can hear the smirk in his voice and you giggle.

you looked at sersi, at sprite and ikaris and kingo and thena and gilgamesh, biting the inside of your cheek. there were seven of you in your house right now, which meant you still had to find phastos, makkari, and druig. you were somewhat thrilled about seeing the former two friends, but facing druig...the male you had spent an eternity pining over...you weren’t so fond of the idea.

“does ajak know you stole that?” druig’s familiar accent made you turn around, eyes narrowing at the dark-haired eternal just before he snatched the red artifact from your hands. he pretended to be interested in the antique book, flipping through the yellowed pages as he dodged your incoming hands.

you shook your head, trying to take back the novel with little success. “no. and she doesn’t need to know, so don’t even think about telling her.”

druig looked at you, tilting his head to the side as he said, “my beautiful, beautiful y/n, i’m hurt that you think i’m a snitch.”

“you’re more a flirt than a snitch,” you muttered, letting your hands fall slack by your sides. “now please give me the damn book, druig.”

“what do i get in return?” the male questioned, the smirk on his face growing. he held the book to his chest as he waited for your answer.

you jutted a hip out and placed a hand on your hip, raising an eyebrow as you remarked, “a clear conscious. now give me the book, or i’m gonna-”

“or you’re gonna what?” druig jeered, daring you to finish the intended threat.

“or i’m going to tell ajak that you interfered with a fight today at a bar,” you said, nodding in confirmation.

druig’s eyebrows rose, and he took a few steps closer to you, amused at your pathetic warning. “am i supposed to be scared of that? ajak already knows i deal with their quarrels, love. it’s nothing new.”

you took your bottom lip between your teeth as you searched your mind for something else to say, and you had failed to notice that druig had practically cornered you against the stone wall.

“how about this; if i give the book back, you have to walk with me, first thing in the morning for three weeks. we wouldn’t be going far, just to the markets and stalls, maybe even the gardens if you’re up for it,” druig said, letting the offer hang in the air.

“deal,” you said almost immediately, grabbing the book from his outstretched hands without a second thought.

“i’ll go,” you decided, finally giving in to helping your friends. they needed you and you knew it. hanging up the hand towel, you asked, “who are we tracking down next?”

“someone i think you’d be rather excited to see,” you heard kingo muse from your dining table, taking a sip of the tea you had prepared earlier.

groaning, you massaged the bridge of your nose, wondering why the universe wasn’t on your side today. “why can’t we go get phastos instead?”

“because we have to cross an ocean to get to him. druig, however, isn’t too far from here,” sersi said. ikaris nodded along with her.

you sighed deeply, crossing your arms over your chest. “well, then let’s get this reunion over with, i suppose.”

“it’s so humid,” sprite complained beside you, fanning herself with a hand as she walked. “it’s sticky and hot and i don’t like it.”

“jesus fucking christ, i couldn’t agree more,” you grumbled, smacking your arm for the fifth time in ten minutes. “these bugs are killing me. who knew immortality didn’t come with free mosquito passes.”

“it’s not so bad,” kingo tried to suggest, but as the words came out he swatted at his face, wriggling in his spot as he tried to dodge a bug you couldn’t see.

you watched as karun video-taped his boss flinging himself around, yelling at the videographer to help get the bugs off. sprite and sersi’s giggles filled your ears as you smiled in amusement. ikaris, however, told everyone to get a move on, his expression that of stone.

the laughs died down afterward, and everyone returned to finding the supposed village where druig lived, which happened to be smack dab in the middle of the amazon forest. the journey to where you were right now had not been a pleasant one, and you didn’t know how much you would miss running water and air conditioning until you stepped out of kingo’s private jet.

as the seven, well, eight of you, including karun, traveled deeper into the forest, you suddenly got the feeling of being followed, your stomach dropping and ears perking for any noise that wasn’t mother nature or someone you were traveling with.

stopping in your tracks, thena halted a few feet ahead of you, looking at you over her shoulder. “what’s wrong?”

her question made other people stop where they were, their attention turning to you.

“it’s nothing, i’m being paranoid,” you insisted, realizing that your subconscious was probably just trying to avoid anything to do with druig.

“no, what’s wrong?” gilgamesh asked, taking a step in your direction, stealing a glance at thena as he did.

hesitating, you said, “i feel like we’re being followed.” as the others exchanged glances you rushed to assure them that it was most likely nothing but your mind and body playing tricks on you. “it’s fine, though. i guess i’m just nervous to confront druig after so long.”

“remind me again why i have to do this every day for three weeks?” you whined to druig, kicking at the rocks that littered the sandstone path. “it’s only the second day and it’s just as boring as it was yesterday. you could’ve asked for anything else and you chose this.” you waved your arms in the air for emphasis.

druig chuckled at your clear boredom. “you wanted that book back, remember? and besides, i could use a little company on my walks.”

“who would’ve thought the ‘great druig’ ever got lonely,” you scoffed, finding what he had just told you hard to believe.

“it’s true!” druig exclaimed, shooting you a quick smile as he spoke. “plus, it’s nice to have someone to talk to, even if they are complaining the entire time.” a pointed look came your way.

“fine, fine. i will try to enjoy this,” you said, looking around as the sun started to peek over the tall buildings, basking the city in the morning light.

the rest of the walk into the marketplace was filled with arm-brushes and small talk, mostly druig teasing you about anything and everything. you started to enjoy his presence (more than you already had) and noticed how much you smiled around him, your stomach doing flips every time he flashed you a grin or even just said your name, liking the way it rolled off his tongue.

“oh this is absolutely beautiful,” you sighed, hand reaching out to touch the silver pendant that was hanging from a vendor’s stall. the woman who ran the stall was busy helping someone else, trying to sell a woven bracelet made from horse hair to a gruff-looking man.

druig smiled at the way your eyes lit up. “then get it. silver looks beautiful on your skin tone.”

“ i don’t know,” you said, retracting your hand from the necklace. “ajak said to stop spending my money on things i’d just lose the next day.”

“well, if you’re not going to buy it, then will you go grab us something to eat? i missed breakfast this morning,” druig asked, watching as you nodded and walked off in the direction of the food stalls.

as soon as he couldn’t see you anymore, druig reached for the pendant, taking it from its display station. he turned to the seller, watching as she happily told the man she had been talking to earlier to come back soon, and approached him with a smile.

“hello, i apologize for the wait, sir,” the sales-woman compensated, taking the piece of jewelry from his hands. “will this be all?”

druig nodded, and he quickly paid for the pendant, not wanting you to come back while he was purchasing the silver relic. after he had finished, parting ways with the sweet vendor, he went off looking for you, the necklace laced through a loop attached to his suit.

he found your back turned to him, chatting with a vendor as they handed you two skewers of grilled maize with a kind face.

“thank you so much,” he heard you say before he braced a hand on each of your shoulders, pulling you back just enough for him to get his head over your left shoulder, startling you.

“there you are, my dear,” druig mused as the faltered smile on your face returned back to its original one. “i got you something.”

“i actually got you something too, per request,” you said, following your companion to an open space. “i hope you like maize because it was the only option they had.”

as you went to hand him one of the two skewers you had purchased, he held up a hand. “hold on, i want to give you yours first.”

“oh,” you said simply. “alright. but what do i do about the food in my hands?”

druig laughed at your question. “just hold it, darling. and close your eyes too.”

giving him a skeptical look, you hesitantly shut your lids. “this is making me nervous, druig, i don’t like it.”

“calm down,” he assured with a smile you couldn’t see, stepping behind you and unclasping the necklace before reaching his arms around the base of your neck. you jumped at the foreign feeling, groaning when druig laughed.

“what are you doing to me?” you questioned, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. druig stayed quiet, and let the pendant rest against your chest as he clasped it around your neck, grinning as you let out an, “oh.”

“you can open your eyes now,” he told you, watching as you turned to face him, looking down at the new piece of jewelry on your neck. his mouth started to turn downwards when you didn’t react immediately. “what’s wrong? do you not like it?”

“no, no, it’s not that,” you promised, looking back up at him. “it’s just that...no one’s ever done anything like this for me. druig, thank you, i love it.”

nodding, druig smiled again. “good, i’m glad you like it. now,” he reached out and took one of the skewers from you, “i can take that.”

“still be on guard, though,” ikaris warned, scanning the trees around you all before continuing any further. in silence, you all followed him, everyone’s eyes on the forest.

not much longer, sprite pointed out a roof up ahead, and soon, later, you all stepped into a small village. the one that belonged to druig, you weren’t exactly sure.

the eight of you all started to look around, karun filming while kingo narrated and pointed at the buildings. you, though, walked up to a pair of children playing with straw-made dolls, gaining their attention to ask a few questions.

when the little girl on the right looked up at you, a joyful smile splaying on her lips, the easing expression on your face dropped as you stared at familiar gold eyes.

he’s here, you realized instantly, your throat starting to close up. walking backward, you looked around you, at the same pair of eyes that everyone in the village shared. what threw you off, even more than you already were, was that they were all staring at the strangers in their home, or, more specifically, you.

“oh, fuck me,” you cursed under your breath, flinching when a set of pale-colored doors opened to your left, revealing the person you really had no intention of seeing again before this whole fiasco started.

walking out with a smug smile, druig locked eyes with you. “well look who finally decided to come visit.”

too dumbfounded to speak, you heard someone cough on your right when only stillness remained in the air. realizing it was sprite, you felt her nudge your shoulder, silently urging you to say something.

“we, uh, we need your help,” you managed to say, standing a little straighter. the awkwardness in the air felt absolutely suffocating.

“you’re gonna have to make me,” druig challenged, looking up at ikaris, daring the taller male to make a move on him.

beside phastos, you watched in horror at what was happening. with the screams and shouts and gunshots, you couldn’t tell if you were more scared of the genocide happening around you or the threats exchanged within your family.

you understood why druig wanted to end the wars and issues between the humans, but you also knew that they needed to sort it out on their own. after all, you were just sent here to protect them from the deviants, not assist them in their relationships with each other.

ikaris took a step back from druig with a scoff, looking back at ajak, hoping she would somehow handle the situation.

“i’m ending this,” you heard druig say to no one in particular, stepping up to the edge of the temple, eyes already burning a bright gold. you didn’t have to see the swords and other weapons drop to know that they did.

as druig started to descend down the steps, you called out to him, rushing to where he had once been. he looked back up at you, eyes no longer the blue you had come to adore over centuries together.

“don’t go,” you pleaded, not knowing what else to say to get him to stay. you knew you couldn’t follow him to wherever he was going, not wanting to interfere with human affairs. it felt wrong, no matter how much you hated to see it. you’d grown accustomed to ignoring the human problems, and you wondered why druig hadn’t.

he extended a hand. “come with me.”

tears started to stream down your cheeks as you shook your head, taking a step back. you couldn’t just abandon your family.

“come with me,” druig repeated, the words strained. he reached out his hand further, silently begging you to take it. when you only shook your head again, he let his arm fall back to his side. he opened his mouth to speak when you cut him off.

“don’t even think about trying to control me druig, or, i swear it, there will be nothing but hatred for you in my heart,” you practically seethed, stomping out the option entirely. you continued to stare at him, not sure whether you should be angry or sad and awaiting his next move.

he reached out once more, but only to touch the silver pendant hanging at your neck, his luminous eyes flickering from it to your face before he turned away and started to descend down the steps once more. you watched him with longing eyes, leaning against the stone pillar beside you.

a choked sob escaped your lips as you grasped the pendant, ripping it from your throat and tossing it on the blood-stained floor.

“i’m sorry, you expect me to just drop everything and come help you put a celestial being to sleep?” druig scoffed, shaking his head at the absurdity of ikaris’ request.

sersi sighed, standing from her spot on a wooden bench. “look, i know it seems difficult, but it can be done.”

“oh, i’m aware it can be done, but you can’t just drop on a person that their entire existence is a lie and that they need to help protect a place they’ve been wanting to leave for so long,” druig said, eyebrows raised.

from your spot in the back, resting against the wall and propping a leg up on the bench, you watched intently as everything unfolded. after you had said the first words to him, you intended to say no more. you wanted to avoid directly speaking to druig for as long as you possibly could. you didn’t want him toying with your feelings again; you didn’t know if you could handle it a second time.

“and what about you?” the sudden question pointed your way snapped you back into reality, head whipping in the direction the voice had come from. you slouched back against the wall when you realized it was druig, trying your best to look disinterested.

“what about me?” you asked, feeling everyone’s eyes on you both. damn this whole situation, you thought as druig grew closer, his footsteps growing louder as he walked.

he looked you up and down, trying to decipher what had changed. obviously, you still looked similar, but there was also something else. possibly the way you held yourself, or even the tight-fitting pants and camisole you wore, exposing more skin than you ever would have the last time he saw you. he also noted the way your fingers played with the necklace that rested against your collarbone. it was a habit of yours when you grew nervous or unsure. and to say that he didn’t immediately recognize the pendant would have been a lie.

“you’re really okay going against a full-blown celestial?” druig asked, eyes locked with yours as he placed his hands in his pockets.

the question made you stand from your spot defensively, and as you stepped up to druig, the air in the room shifted. “yes, i would. and i had already told the others along the way here that you probably wouldn’t help us, that you couldn’t care less about the people on this planet unless they were under your control. it seems i may have been right; some people don’t change, even after a few decades holed up in some hideaway village, pretending to be in a utopia.”

the words spilled from your lips quicker than you would have liked, and, when you finished, the smirk on the eternal’s face was gone.

“you’re insufferable, druig,” you seethed, turning on your heel and making a beeline for the door, your face still twisted in anger.

ikaris stepped in front of the door, placing an open palm on your shoulder in an attempt to stop you. “we have things we need to discuss-”

“then discuss them without me,” you snapped, pushing his hand off and walking outside, back into the muggy air. as the door shut, the villagers nearest to the church stopped and watched you go into the forest, their yellow eyes glowing. you ignored them, walking further and further, cursing druig and all that he had put you through.

after you had decided you’d gone far enough, you sat down on a large tree root, threading your fingers through your hair in frustration. the sounds of the forest - the rustle of the trees, birds chirping, etc. - calmed you down as you focused solely on them, head swarming with thoughts of druig and arishem and the emergence.

the snap of a twig behind you made you jump to your feet, summoning your power as you fixed into a defensive stance. you scoffed when you were faced with druig. his change of attire didn’t go unnoticed by you. figuring he must’ve grown too hot in the long-sleeve he had on previously, he was sporting a light grey shirt with cut-off sleeves, strong arms on display.

“how did you find me?” you asked harshly, standing a little straighter in his presence.

“my love, i don’t think you mean it, but your thoughts are very loud,” he said as you turned your back to him and sat down again.

his footsteps grew closer and you shook your head at his words. “stop it. stop with the pet names and the sweet words, druig.” he sat down next to you, leaving a few inches between your thighs. “don’t talk to me like we’re a couple and you’re madly in love with me. we haven’t seen each other in centuries, druig, and the last time we did you left me heartbroken atop an aztec temple. so, stop it.”

the silence that followed afterward hung heavy in the air as druig let your words sink in. he could hear your thoughts; the violently bitter ones replaced by words of instant regret and worry.

“please,” you whispered, fiddling with your necklace yet again, finally looking over at druig. “don’t flirt with me if you don’t intend to actually do something with it.”

the wind rustled your hair as you stared at the forest floor once again, willing you to keep all the pent-up frustration at bay; the last thing you wanted was for druig to see you start crying. clasping your hands together you said, “aren’t you going to say anything? i know you didn’t just walk out here to sit by me and bite your tongue.”

“you’re right, i didn’t,” druig said, rotating himself so he had a better view of you. “i came out here to, essentially, tell you that i do love you, that i do want a relationship, and that, a couple of centuries ago, i was too scared to admit that to myself so i left, hoping the feelings would trample themselves out with time.

“but they didn’t,” he went on, his accent thick as he spoke. “as i spent my time alone, in solitude, away from the rest of the world, i realized how much i had come to love and cherish you. i had, unbeknownst to my consciousness, become dependant on you. i revolted at the idea, until today, when i could hear, feel, you enter my village, my space. i could sense the uncertainty in you when your eyes landed on me after so long...and when i saw you, i think i fell in love all over again.” a short pause. “in the end, i always knew my feelings were inevitable.”

you blinked at druig’s words, astounded at what he had said, at what he had just confessed to you. this side of him was new; his vulnerability made you cautious. “why didn’t you ever come looking for me if you felt this way?”

“because i was afraid you would turn me away,” druig answered honestly, the yearning clear in his eyes as he looked at you. “after what i did that night...i would understand if you told me to fuck off and never even look your way again-”

“no, that’s out of the question,” you interrupted, shaking your head at him. “druig, i still harbor feelings for you; hell, i don’t think they ever left, hence the reason i still wear this god-forsaken pendant. you can have me, druig. i will gladly call you mine, but if you break my heart again, there will be no third time.”

you took his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together as you talked to him truthfully.

druig’s eyes flashed from you to your locked hands. “and i am okay with that.” the tug of a smile on his lips. “i will try not to be too mean in our time together.”

you felt the same pull on the corners of your mouth at his attempt to ease things over. giving his hand a squeeze, you said, “good. because although i tend to like bad boys, they at least have to have a soft spot for me.”

“oh?” druig’s eyebrows rose. “you like them in all black and clad in a leather jacket?”

pretending to give some thought to it, you nodded. “yes! preferably with some muscle too. not too much or too little, though.”

druig scoffed, standing from his spot as he shook his head in fake disbelief. “alright i’m done with this conversation.”

as his hand started to slip from yours, you tugged him forward, using his body weight to pull yourself up. “wait! i’ll come back with you.”

adjusting your hand in druig’s, you stepped over the root you both had been sitting on previously, leading the mind-controlling male back to the village center. as you walked back the way you had come, the sudden stillness from earlier filled the air. the birds and bugs had gone silent, and the wind settled between the trees.

druig halted, forcing you to do the same, his eyes glowing as you summoned your own power for the second time that day. “what is it?”

“i don’t know, everything’s normal at the village, something must have-” a shrilling cry sliced through the air, cutting druig off as a crash echoed in the distance.

“Morgan?” Bucky frowned, as the girl tried to speed past him. It was not wise for anyone to allow the mischievous child run around the compound alone, she always got up to nothing but trouble, and there was such a glazing in her brown eyes.

She didn’t spare him a glance, instead, she bolted, causing the super soldier to sigh. He would have went after her if there weren’t already footsteps recurring from the path that she had just came from; it was his father. It so happened that there was a bundle of joy in his arms, crying like the sudden crack of dawn.

“What were you going to do, wait another five years to tell everyone about this one, Stark?” Bucky asked with a chuckle, though the cries from the infant muted at the sound of his voice. The child wiggled in Tony’s grasp, trying her utmost to reach out for the vibranium armed hero.

“She’s not my daughter, if she was, I think me and you would be having conversations.” Tony’s words spurred a frown to combust out onto Barnes’ face, and the billionaire sighed, shifting the baby so that the baby was in Bucky’s arms.

The child cooed up at him, her eyes were a baby blue, sure to avert possibly into a different colour once she grew elder. “Look, I didn’t ask if I could hold her, she’s cute, but why do you-“

“Morgan did it.” Tony willingly blamed his own daughter. With her various experimentations, she was definitely taking after him. He’d be sure to keep this one quiet from Pepper, otherwise he was almost certain that he’d be banned from bringing Morgan on expeditions to the compound.

“I though y/n was supposed to be watching her.” Stated the enhanced soldier, cocking his head at the information that he recalled. He promptly remembered you abandoning him half way through training the newbie recruits, because Happy was dropping Morgan off, and you had offered watch over her, despite the associate being there.

“She was, and now you’re going to have to watch over her.” Tony pointed specifically to the child in his arms, and that was when realisation hit Bucky. He gulped, breathing through his nose to calm himself, as all the pieces clicked perfectly together.

This was not just a child - it was you. As he gazed down at you, he could finally see the pouted expression that would fixate upon your face when you paid attention to him when you were drunk, there was a glazing over your eyes as you raised your small and innocent hands, scraping down the stubble of his chin, as you curled further into his arms.

“I am going to kill you.” He steadily spoke, huffing as Sam went to walk past, but stopped himself when he saw the bundle of joy that was content in the brooding soldier’s arms. 

“What the hell! Did you and y/n have a baby or something without telling anyone?” Oh, how he wished those were the circumstances, and if the pair of you were to ever have a child together, then he would be impartial to the idea of doing so.

"This is not my child, it's y/n, thanks to Stark over there." He bounced you in his arms, he even felt a small dribble of spit seep through his shirt, but he didn't mind, not as his icy glare was intently prized upon the philanthropist.

"Hey, it was my daughter's fault, not mine!" Tony excused himself from the blame, holding his palm against his chest, as he received as such. Sam ogled at him for a second, before returning his attention back into Bucky, and little you.

He came forwards, reaching his hand towards you, keening as you went to grasp his. As you did so, a smile broke out upon the man’s face, until it contorted into a sharp frown, the noise of a yelp escaping from his lips. “That little bitch bit me.”

“Language.” Steve rounded the corner, his golden brows raising when he saw the infant contently resting in his best friend’s arms. “Did you and y/n have a baby without telling us?”

“That’s what I said!” Sam beckoned to the blonde, as he averted a strong gaze to you and your normal sized partner. "Until she bit me, it reminds me of that time that I tried to steal her fries."

"I don't see why your complaining." Bucky rolled his eyes, bracing you up straighter so that your forehead was pressed lightly against his shoulder. "I'm the one whose partner is an actual child."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam rolled his eyes in reference to how you were beforehand, before Steve cut in, directing his leading tone towards the men that were stood idly by.

"What actually happened?" Tony found his enquiry to be an opportunity to avert the fault from himself; how lucky indeed was it that Steve asked such a thing.

"Technically it's your fault capsicle. Morgan found your prototype of your unsuccessful time machine. As you can see, she turned into a baby, much like Lang. And if you want to push the blame off of yourself, blame these two for their asses disappearing."

"Hey, if I wanted to disappear, I wouldn't have made such a dramatic exit. I'd have just left for my sister's." Crossing his arms, Sam shook his head at the man that was not wearing his iron suit. He was unable to take any responsibility, unless it was for his genius brain wave of creating the true transportation for the time heist.

"Well I'm going to keep that noted for any future repercussions." Oh, how Wilson regretting mentioning that now.

"You left it out, within your daughter's reach." Bucky quirked his brow, as he prepared to head towards the storage of the private laboratory that was shared between the two science bros.

"Technically, that was the big green guy." Bucky vouched not to listen to Stark, instead, he continued to walk, leaving the three other men in his rear view, though for the most part, he could still hear them bickering.

"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change."

"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change." Tony mimicked Steve, thus only proving his point. He was certainly a man that enjoyed pressing people's buttons, it was a shining attribute of the once playboy, and god, did it annoy the hell out of Barnes.

As he entered the laboratory, he found the lab to be in a state of havoc. "Hey, it wasn't me this time." Scott laughed, as he used an extinguisher against the frayed machine, that was blubbering sparks from its ruined exterior.

"Smash!" A small green child, wearing glasses that were far too big for him, ran across the room, followed shortly by a child with long blonde hair wrapped up in a red cape, as though it were some kind of makeshift diaper.

"Explain." Bucky bluntly stated, clenching his jaw, as he cooed lightly at your cries that pierced the air. He bounced you in his arms, not quite certain of what he was supposed to do.

In his time, there wasn't exactly an education system to teach the men going to war how to parent, or even care for a child. A part of him panicked; it was you, he hated seeing you cry in general, but now he couldn't attempt to find out the cause for your falling tears.

"Aw is that y/n?" The man half dressed in his ant man suit asked, a bright smile on his face, as he reached out to hold you. To say Bucky was hesitant to pass you to him was an understatement. "I have a daughter, I've looked after a baby before."

"From jail?" The white wolf asked, as he heard a crash exhibit from the connecting room, obviously being the fault of the two most destructive avengers, or at least, their little versions. Being aged down was definitely certification for trouble, everyone knew that.

"Okay I wasn't in there for that long." Scott reassured him, he picked up a bottle of milk from the table, handing it to the metal armed man, whom had never fed a child before. He found himself, cautiously, keeping a watchful eye, passing you over to the former criminal, intently watching every movement that the man made.

Lange simply fed you. "Always thought you and y/n would have a cute baby, imagine its- oh yeah, well after all that stuff that happened with vision and SWORD, we thought it best to destroy any technology that was recovered from the old base. This part survived, and well, I went into its- okay, you don't want to hear the science, but basically Thor insisted he could break it with his hammer, albeit whilst I was inside of it, and it sent energy around the room that turned them into pubescent children."

"I can see that it did nothing to you. And I thought Morgan did it.”

"I was so relieved, lucky I- wait, was that an insult?" Bucky remained primitively silent, and that answered Scott's question. The hero sighed, as you finished nursing, and your arms reached for Bucky, to whom he passed you to. “And I lied...”

He literally blamed a five year old for the screw up of grown men. Tony was going to thrive off this information, whence he knew that his daughter was in fact not the culprit.

"What do we do now?" He was eager to find a cure for this betrothed science. Those whom were responsible for your decrease in age, well, one was running around the compound, and the other, well, he was even younger than Morgan currently.

"You could wait twenty years, I mean you two already have quite a big age gap, and please don't kill me. I'm not sure that Cap would approve, I am a vital source to the team!"

"I'm not going to kill you tic tac. Or at least not at least until we fix these three."

"Phew." Scott wiped his brow, blowing air from his mouth. "Wait thre- oh yeah, the little guy carrying the hammer that is bigger than himself, and the

"Okay, we need someone smarter." Bucky sighed heavily, as he hugged you in thought. "You tried hitting it again with the hammer?"

"Oh my god, I could be worthy!" Gasped Scott, running off to the next room, only to come back limping, a pained expression on his face. "Little Asguardian bastard hit me!"

Bucky contained his smirk, and instead passed you to Lang, venturing into the other part of the lab, finding that Bruce was asleep, a blob of snot hanging from his nose, he could see the hammer in the middle of the room, almost as though it were waiting for him to attempt grabbing the handle, and Thor was-

The minuscule god jumped from one of the shelves, wrapping his arms around the front of Bucky’s neck, as he put all his weight on the super soldier’s back. In all practicality, Thor was strangling him, and Bucky tapped his arm, trying to convince him to let go.

“I know who Noobmaster69 is.” Thor quirked his head, lessening his hold, as he promptly awaited his now older friend to continue. “It’s, its- his name is Wade Wilson.”

“Wilson!” No, gosh no. Bucky stood completely, making sure to keep Thor in the vicinity, he needed him to be so so that he could reverse the affects on the son of Odin.

“Not Sam. Wade.” He had never met the man before, but god did he seem like a dick. When the pair of you were getting a taxi, the driver Dopinder just could not shut up about his friend, who liked to wear red, and had a kink for unicorns.

Wade certainly sounded like a weird one, but right now, his pass time was getting Thor to pick up that hammer. “Where can I find this Wade?” It practically left his mouth as a hiss, if the imagery and proven death supposed otherwise, he’d possibly think it was Loki instead.

“I will tell you, if you pick up that hammer, and hit it against that old machine. Got it buddy?”

“It’s name is Stormbreaker!” Bellowed the norseman, who tried to slide off his back, but Bucky kept a hold of his legs, refraining him from going anywhere. “Get peter to do it, I don’t want to play that game anymore!”

“Uuh, hi Mr Barnes...” That voice, oh he knew it, and the majority of the time it irritated him, he was Tony's little pet. “And, baby avengers?”

“Don’t ask kid.” Peter nodded, as he went to reach for a spanner. “Can you pick the hammer up, are you worthy?”

“Am I worthy?” He wondered aloud, his eyes fixated on the hammer, as he stepped towards it, holding his hand out, and clasping his palm around the handle, it feeling weightless in his grip, as he picked it up without effort. “Oh my god (it’s Robert Downey Junior)!”

“Great, now take it out there, I’ll deal with these two. And don’t do anything yet.” He was certainly feeling like a sergeant, throwing all the orders to the others, Peter complied, carrying the hammer as though it were an empty duffel.

“Can I try?” Instantly, after Peter passing it to him, Scott had such hope, until the force of gravity hit, and it fell on his foot, causing a light scream to ripple through his throat. “Get it off, get it off!”

Peter did so, as Bucky kept Thor on his shoulders, and grabbed a hold of Bruce’s chubby little ankle, dragging him into the other room. “Shit he’s heavy.” He saw that you were sat in the grand spinny chair, making Bucky relived that you weren’t in Lang’s arms as he attempted to have a moment of worthiness.

“What’d you do, go all Winter soldier on his ass and knock him out?!” Half screamed the prodigy of Hank Pym.

“Of course not, I think Thor did it.”

“Oh yeah, blame the kid because I did the same.”

“Put your suit from Stark on kid, unless you want to become a fetus.” Bucky ignored Scott for the moment,

“I got Hope to send her outfit, it will stretch to accommodate you, but I also think it would hug your shape nicely.”

“That was fast.” Muttered Peter, and Bucky shook his head, eyeing the outfit with weird eyes.

“I’m crazy, but not crazy enough to wear that.” Sighing, he grasped it in his hands, walking to the other room to squeeze into it. He noticed you watching, and thus he turned the chair around so that you couldn’t see anything. Little did he realise until he came out, that you had spun it around again, and was giggling. “Don’t laugh at me, or you won’t be allowed to see it when you’re returned to normal.”

A pout settled on your small lips, and it appeared as though you were getting ready to cry again, but before you could do so, a distraction intervened. An uninvited, and confusing one.

“Stop. Can I just say, that is some cruel declaration for the both of you, you’re my fave ship, after me and Hugh Jackman of course, but he doesn’t even know that this version of me exists.” A newfound imposter called out, his arms raised in the air. Leather gloves crinkled as he twitched his fingers, his white eyes freaking Scott the fuck out. “May I join you on this journey? I read about you guys in comics. And can I just say, I want to see these hunks and that hottie all grown up.”

“You want to see me go Winter Soldier on someone Lang?” Bucky gritted his teeth, prepared to murder this man for ever posing such words about you into the open air. Him speaking obviously drew some attention to him though, but it was not his rage that was mentioned, instead, it was his attire- or well, Hope’s.

“Nice suit Buck Buck. Can you do a twirl for me, I wanna see if it competes with America’s ass. Damn, does that man have some buns on him.”

“I know right!” Scott eagerly agreed, earning a smack in the nuts, to which had made him close to crumbling.“You had to use the metal hand, didn’t you.” Whimpered the Ant to the false Wasp, clamping his hands over his goods as he half hunched over. “I thought you often forgot to use it coz your right handed.”

“You’re on my left.” Gross, he sounded like Sam.

“Who the hell are you?” Thor spoke, and it felt familiar on his tongue. It was as though he had asked an enemy the same thing before...

“I, am Noobmaster69.”

“Hi, I’m Peter. Oh, we’re using our made up names, I thought Sam said it was that guy from that tech place.” Peter scratched his head through the mask, providing a small verbal distraction, as Thor willingly set himself free, launching at the intruder, whilst snatching the hammer from a suited up Peter.

“Aaasrrrghh.” He screamed like a true deity of the vikings.

“Scheisse!” While sitting on the couch and cursing in German to say Shit, Zemo lowered his head, cradling another bottle of whisky himself.

“I don’t know how to help you at this point, but good luck.” I took one sip of my drink when I chimed in after Zemo.

“Right now, your comments are not useful, James.” Zemo offered the rasp of his Sokovian accent back towards me.

“Whatever.” I scoffed.

“If we continue arguing about other issues, Karli may gain an advantage, James. Let’s complete this mission correctly.” Zemo gathered his fur coat and asserted power again. Both Sam and I nearly rolled our eyes in unison.

_______

Outside, cobblestone streets surrounded this GRC settlement located right here in Riga. Zemo led Sam and I through these paths in the meanwhile children played games, including makeshift soccer nearby.

In the distance, we all recognized two more familiar faces.

John Walker, walked down nearly stairs and dressed from top to bottom in a “new” Captain America suit. He also strapped that Vibranium shield onto his back. His partner Lemar Hoskins wore black and sported tactical gear for protection here.

“Ah, John! How’d you find us now?” I shouted forward, Sam looked near me but kept quiet. Zemo watched John across the way and looked pissed off all over again here.

Sam and I quickly started to argue with Lemar and John. Zemo remained silent, watching the crowd of unsuspecting parents with their innocent children.

“Sam, I think we’re way past reasoning with Karli. Unless, you forgot the fact that she blew up a building with people still in it.” John argued against helping Karli, but Sam defended people once again.

“John, listen. If I go in hot and the op with Karli goes wrong, then more people will die. We have to be really careful.” Sam spoke up. He wanted to reach Karli without bringing on harm.

“Is this actually happening? Are you gonna let your partner walk into a room with a Super Soldier alone?” John questioned me now. Walker seemed to act like Sam wasn’t even capable enough to deal with threats.

“Sam’s handled a lot worse things before, but he’s not my partner, John.” I offered another round of my deadpan voice.

“I’m sure that we will all come to an agreeable conclusion. You should know that my associate is just up ahead.” Zemo motioned his hand forward, which led us down another alleyway. Soon after, this young girl who wore second hand clothes and sported shoulder-length hair quietly acknowledge all of five of us.

“Hello,” she greeted Zemo with an English accent, but Sam and I almost didn’t hear her at all. John and Lemar kept walking.

“Hello, my friend. Thank you for helping me. This is your family. Zemo handed the young girl some form of Latvia’s money.

“Thank you.” That young chirped almost inaudibly again while thanking Zemo.

_______ “Karli is in here.” Zemo’s voice echoed as we walked into some kind of warehouse. Supposedly, Donya Madani’s funeral had been taking place beyond one of the back doors.

“You’ve got ten minutes and we’re doing things my way.” John asserted himself while handcuffing Zemo to the nearest back wall. Even Janelle and Erica would’ve laughed given the irony to be honest.

“Aggressive, but I get it.” Despite reaching the brink of death not very long ago, Zemo had the nerve to act cheeky near John after being handcuffed.

“This is a bad idea.” Only a few minutes later, John began to agonized over Sam questioning Karli in the nearest room.

“It hasn't been ten minutes, John. Just sit tight. He knows what he’s doing.” I cautioned John and hoped that he would stand down.

“Don't do that. Don't patronize me.” John complained once more, failing to justify his need to underestimate Sam.

“Why not? You’ve been ruining that shield this entire time.” I defended reality, still knowing that John wasn’t supposed to hold that honor at all.

“I’m going in, but this must be really easy for you with all of that serum just running through veins. Think about it, though. Do you really want his blood on your hands?” John threatened and claimed if Sam talked to Karli, he’d on my watch.

“Bucky!” One voice yelled unexpectedly. Once John and I turned towards the left, my knees almost gave out.

Janelle was right in front of me.

“What are you doing?” My question trailed off immediately when I realized all of us, including John and Lemar, needed to duck down.

“Look out!” Janelle shouted.

“Shit!” I shouted moments later.

Chaos reached its boiling point when Flag Smashers ambushed the room out of nowhere. One of these punks even threw a knife at my head, but I caught this damn thing before Janelle could be cut.

Just when I thought we were all left to struggle for good, Sam drifted through overhead and donned his well-known gear as The Falcon.

“Come on, let’s kick some ass!” Sam then yelled to me just before landing to help us.

__________

In the midst of our same madness, we lost sight of John and Karli. Unfortunately, Karli had killed Lemar.

I didn’t know what else to think until Sam and I returned to one part of the warehouse. On that darkened floor, crushed vials of the Serum were scattered, but Zemo had been laid out, looking unconscious this time.

“What the hell?” Sam rushed over, checking Zemo’s pulse just in case.

“Is he alive?” Janelle questioned near me out of respect.

“Yep, but his head’s definitely gonna be bruised in a little while.” Sam updated us, even gesturing for me to help him lift Zemo up now.

“What are you doing here?” I asked Janelle for an obvious explanation here, all despite the mission.

“I’ll explain everything back at the safe house. Come on.” Janelle answered, already walking out of this building.

_______

Back at the safe house, Zemo decided to use one of his blue couches by stretching out. While placing his head on that left side armrest. He alo cradled another glass. A cold press covered both of his eyes as he tried handle pain right on his temple.

“We’re here. Now what?” I questioned Janelle in one corner of the room, but decided not to pour whisky.

“Why did you go to my apartment in ‘94?” Janelle whispered, bringing down truth that I hadn’t confronted in years.

“I was hiding from HYDRA. Remember?” I glanced around, even though Sam and Zemo were already having their own conversion about The Serum.

“There’s something that you should know.” Janelle mumbled, but headed towards the front door. For whatever reason, Zemo ignored us, Sam chimed in as usual.

“Where you are going?” Sam asked me.

“We’ll be back.” I called near the front door.

I opened the door for Janelle, but we beelined towards one oddly parked car found outside.

Again, my mind jumbled with more questions until someone else rolled down the driver’s seat window. I realized that Erica took the steering wheel and still wore her sweatshirt despite the warm air moving around us.

“What’s going on, Janelle?” I narrowed my eyes towards her.