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My piece for the 2019 Marvel Rare Pair Bang! @marvelrarepairbang đ€ Read the fic here!

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Fake Dating
Summary: Tony helps you deal with your ex-fiance at a party.
Ship: Tony Stark/Reader
Word Count: 1.2k+
Triggers: Alcohol, cheating
Authorâs Notes: This fic is for @marvelrarepairbingo for my square: Fake Dating.Â
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âAnd why are we glaring at the man checking out Y/N?â Tony drew the collective attention of yourself, Clint and Natasha, as he circled around you, taking his place between you and Natasha. A single eyebrow raised in bemusement, he took a subtle glance at the man who stood on the other end of the room, eyes glued to you as you attempted to look anywhere but back at him
âThat douchebag is Y/Nâs ex,â Clint practically growled the words, twirling the little cocktail umbrella he had stolen from Natashaâs drink between his fingers in a surprisingly angry manner as he continued to throw dirty looks at the blonde man who simply would not look away from the group.
âEx?â Tony questioned in shock, plucking your drink from your hands with a playful wink before taking a sip. âI didnât know you dated since- Wait, is that him?â
âMeet Aldric Hodge,â you spoke in a low voice, barely containing your spite at the very name. But you managed to keep your gaze away from him, giving Tony a somewhat amused crooked smile as he handed you your drink back as if it was nothing. âThe douche who cheated on me weeks before we were meant to get married.â
âI still vote we take him outside and teach him a lesson,â Clint muttered just loudly enough for your quartet to hear.
âSeconded,â Nat spat the word out. The duo had been your friends for far longer than the rest of the team, having first met you in SHIELD, and then been by your side from the moment you met the man you had once thought to be your true love, all the way to now. Nights filled with tears and heartache, utterances of your deepest fears that you werenât worthy of love, they had been there for it all, and it was clear they hated the man who had caused you so much pain, perhaps even more so than you yourself did.
âWow, ok, you two need to learn how to actually teach people a lesson⊠You know, in a less, assassinationy manner,â Tony shook his head, eyes wide as he looked between the two who seemed ready to pounce should you give the slightest inclination you agreed. âY/N, what do you say? Want to teach him a lesson and get him off your back in a way thatâs actually fun and less, you know, violent?â
âWhat did you have in mind?â
Made for @marvelrarepairbang 2019! @menatiera wrote an amazing fic for it!
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Made for the @marvelrarepairbang 2019!
>> Title: Gifts of the Sea
>> Author: @menatiera [ Read the fic here! ]
>> Artist: @trashcanakin [ See the art here! ]
>> Rating: Mature
>> Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Namor the Sub-Mariner
>> Major Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, past abuse - mental & physical
>> Summary: "Bucky was lucky.
He had found his familiar at the early age of 7, named him Steve, and they were accepted and loved despite the strangeness of Bucky's familiar.
Then the war came and it changed everything."
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After being used and abused by Hydra for decades, the Winter Soldier finds himself in the city of Atlantis thanks to king Namor. As if his life weren't complicated enough before.
Warm
Summary: An accidental nap finds you having the most peaceful sleep youâve had in months.
Ship: Bruce Banner/Reader
Word Count: 2.5k+
Triggers: PTSD- Kinda?, nightmares
Authorâs Notes: This fic is for @marvelrarepairbingo for my square: Warm
Taglist:Â @reviewfanfics
Warmth, comfort, safety. You felt like you were drowning in it, your senses overwhelmed by the feeling, your exhaustion finally appeased as you gave in happily to sweet, blissful sleep. It felt like forever since you had last slept like this, every bit of you finally resting, finally secure and at peace. In the back of your mind the horrors that usually plagued your sleep danced, attempting and failing to get your attention, to lure you to the memories that filled your nightmares. But no, they wouldnât get a second glance, you were far too happy for such thoughts.
A dreamless sleep. No images, no voices, just that simple reassuring feeling that you were safe.
A loud laugh bellowed from across the room, causing you to frown in your sleep, tightening your hold on the comfort beneath you. The soothing feeling of something running through your hair stopped, you didnât even notice it until it was gone. A whimper left your lips and, reluctantly, with a hesitance you could feel, the hand resumed its motions against you, lulling you back into the deep sleep you had succumbed to.

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Action
Summary: Things have been going slower than youâd like with Scott Lang, but maybe a misunderstanding will help that
Ship: Scott Lang/Reader
Word Count: 1.9k+
Triggers: Fighting (physical), sexual references
Authorâs Notes: This fic is for @marvelrarepairbingo for my square: Action. This fic is definitely PG+ as it does have sexual references, but does not contain any sex scenes. This is possibly the stupidest thing I could have written for the prompt âactionâ, but I have no regrets.
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Your face contorted in determination, you threw your hand forwards, irritation growing even more so as Natasha ducked out from the punch with a smug smile. Deep down you knew the hit was sloppy, in fact each of your attempts had been getting progressively worse as time wore on, but the frustration within you was only growing with each miss. Why couldnât you hit her? You used to be able to match her, at least to a point, when in the ring. But it seemed every time you tried today you failed.
Another throw, another miss. Laughter fell from the red headâs lips and she simply stepped back, shaking her head. âAlright, I think weâre done,â she said simply, her eyes twinkling with a bright mischievousness that had you worried.
âNo, I can do better,â you shook your head, not letting your stance relax even as she moved away, removing her gloves.
âNot today,â she replied easily, that mischief now reaching her tone as she turned to give you an amused look. Her eyes were clearly looking you up and down, searching for answers to a question you didnât know. With a sigh, you gave in, removing your gloves with force as if they had betrayed you in some way, causing your poor performance. âYou know, if I didnât know you were dating Scott, Iâd say you have some serious sexual frustration bottling up there,â she said with a laugh, as if the very thought was ridiculous.
Your cheeks tinged darker as you made your way towards her, your gaze firmly on the floor in the hopes she wouldnât instantly read how true that fact was from your expression.
âY/N,â she drew out your name in a telling way, making you groan. Alright, maybe not meeting her gaze had been yet another tell. âPlease tell me youâre getting some action.â
âAction!â a shrill voice shouted, drawing your attention to the doorway where none other than Scott Lang had entered, fist pumping before dancing his way into the gym singing along to the beginning of I Love The Nightlife.
Abstract
Summary: Tony takes you to an art show
Ship: Tony Stark/Reader
Word Count: 750+
Triggers: Alcohol
Authorâs Notes: This fic is for @marvelrarepairbingo for my square: Abstract.
Evening gowns and snotting expressions filled the normally empty hallways. It was opening night of a new exhibition at the art gallery, celebrated alongside a charity auction, and anyone who was anyone was there. Unfortunately for you, that meant you were there as well. It wasnât that you were against a good party, or socialising with the so called elite, but gallery events were far from what youâd call fun. But it was part of the seemingly endless list of things that were amongst the package that was dating Tony Stark.
He didnât seem to have any problem with the cramped rooms, the flashing cameras or the way that, despite his hand permanently sitting against the small of your back, woman after woman attempted to get his attention and flirt as if you simply didnât exist. But while he gave polite smiles, and never failed to answer a question thrown his way, he never gave the women the attention they sought, always proudly bringing you up in the conversation one way or another, a slight shine of mischief in his gaze as he tore them down in their tactless attempts.
He had left you only for a few moments, determined to track down a waiter in an effort to make the night more bearable for the both of you with the help of some more champagne, leaving you to peruse the artwork alone in his absence. It wasnât exactly to your taste, but then, this wasnât really your world in the first place. Having spent years working your way up the ranks of SHIELD, ending up on the very public arm of one Tony Stark had never been something you had even considered, let alone prepared for. But you had spent years learning the arts of subtly, how to offer a smile to those you despised, acting interesting when all you wanted was to disappear. It may not have been the intended use of you training, but deception had certainly come in training amongst the big names of town.
Pop Art
Summary: A domestic day at home with Sam and visitors.
Ship: Sam Wilson/Reader
Word Count: 650+
Warnings: This contains spoilers (kinda) for Avengers: Endgame. Read at your own risk.Â
Authorâs Notes: This fic is for @marvelrarepairbingo for my square: Pop Art.
âYou know, I quite like this,â an amused voice practically hummed from behind you. With a quick glance over your shoulder you took in the sight of one Sam Wilson leaning back against the kitchen counter. His arms crossed against his chest, lips drawn up into a crooked smile his eyes shone with mischief as he watched you dither about, putting the final touches on lunch.
âOh yeah? You talking about the view or the fact that Iâm cooking?â You questioned playfully, turning your attention back to the salad you were making.
âMm, both,â came his voice again, lower and decidedly closer before his hands crept their way between your arms at your side, pulling your back against his chest as he dropped his chin against your shoulder. âBut, I was actually referring to having a moment to you all by myself.â
Light laughter came as your response as you continued to chop lettuce. âWho would have thought having people over would actually allow us some alone time?â You questioned, knowing all too well the moment wouldnât last long.
âI might consider having people over more often if this is what it gets me,â he chuckled, turning to place a soft kiss against your cheek before returning to his spot against your shoulder in silence.
You continued to work like that for almost five minutes, salad ready, coleslaw out, desserts ready to be iced, perfectly happy despite the slight hindrance caused by the seemingly permanent attachment to your back. But the relaxed bliss came crashing down in a sudden onslaught of sound.
âMama! Mama! Papa! Papa!â A small voice called far too loudly as the sound of your toddlerâs feet came racing towards you. Letting go of you with a good natured laugh, Sam captured the racing three year old as she attempted to make her way to you, twirling her around in the air, causing a piercing squeal of delight to come from her.
âHey there gorgeous!â Sam laughed, placing her on his hip as you turned to give her a quick kiss to her forehead.
âWhat have you got there sweetie?â you asked as you pulled away, noticing the surprisingly unscrunched piece of paper in her vice like grip.