#shield agent!reader

You may be shy, but you try not to let that affect the way you work. You’re the newest SHIELD agent. Everything you’re taught, trained, and know is from Steve, Natasha, and Sam. Every mission you go on, you’re partnered up with Steve, Natasha, or Sam.

Today’s mission, you, Steve, Sam, and Natasha are at a HYDRA base to get information SHIELD is looking for. The four of you split up and went different directions in the base. Everything was going according to plan. That was until you entered a room and the door slammed shut. You yelped and jumped before turning around to see the Winter Soldier standing in front of the door a few feet away from you.

“Guys, I’m- I’m in the same room as the Winter Soldier.” You informed Steve, Sam, and Natasha.

“Were you chasing him down?” Sam asks.

“No. I saw him after I walked in a room.” You say.

“You know what to do, Y/N. Do what you were trained to do.” Natasha says.

“Inform us when you can.” Steve says.

“Ok.” You replied.

The Winter Soldier was staring you down. You stared him down before doing anything. It’s like he analyzed your first move as you charged at him, because he held his metal out and wrapped his metal hand around your throat, catching you off guard. His blue eyes stared in yours. You raised one of your legs and kneed him in his stomach to get him to drop you, which worked. You were trying to catch your breath as you stared at him.

Once you got your breathing under control, you thought of a move that Natasha just taught you. It’s still fresh on your mind. You’re almost positive that you can do it. You stood upright and run over to him and lifted one of your legs to roundhouse kick him, but he caught your leg and twisted it just enough to make you loose your balance and fall to the floor. You caught him off guard by kicking his feet out from underneath him and he fell to the floor. You shrieked and moved out of the way so he didn’t fall on top of you.

As you two were standing up from the floor, something sprayed on you guys. You guys didn’t know what it was, but whatever it was caught you off guard and it got on your face. You wiped whatever it was off of your face with the sleeve of your tactical jacket. You watched as the Winter Soldier took off his goggles and mask, throwing them somewhere in the room. You stared at him. Behind the murderous look on his face and in his eyes, he’s just a normal guy. At least, that’s what you see.

You two stared at each other for a long time. You watched as the murderous look on his face and in his eyes disappear. His expressions softened. If you’re being honest, he’s cute. The Winter Soldier feels the same way about you.

You felt yourself becoming hot. You took your tactical jacket off and dropped it on the floor. You used your hands to fan yourself off to help yourself cool down.

“Are you hot too?” You asked.

Your face turned red in embarrassment as soon as you said that.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I meant, are you- are you feeling hot too?” You asked, getting flustered.

Instead of saying anything, the Winter Soldier approached you. You walked backwards till you felt the wall against your back.

“No more talking.” The Winter Soldier says.

The Winter Soldier kisses you roughly, but passionately. You moaned against his lips. Your hands grasped onto his tactical vest, tugging him closer to you.

“Shouldn’t we- Shouldn’t we be fighting?” You asked against his lips.

“Fuck fighting. I want you.” The Winter Soldier almost growls.

“I want you too.” You admitted.

You guys pulled away from the kiss to stare at each other breathlessly. Then he shoved you down to your knees. You watched with anticipation as he unbuckled his tackle belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his tackle pants. You licked your lips as he pulled down his tactical pants just enough for his hard cock to spring out. You couldn’t help but stare at his cock, biting your bottom lip at his size.

“It’s not going to suck itself.” He says.

You gasped when he grasps the back of your head and brought his cock to your lips, smearing his precum on your lips. You parted your lips just enough for him to put his cock in your mouth.

“There you go. Good girl.” He praises as you wrapped your lips around his tip.

Instead of you sucking his cock, he started fucking your face. His hand remained on the back of your head as he fucked your mouth. Your hands held onto his thighs to steady yourself, your nails digging into the material of his tactical pants. Your eyes watered and tears rolled down your cheeks when his cock hit the back your throat. You also made a gagging sound almost every time his cock hit the back of your throat.

“Fucking hell…” He moans.

His metal hand slaps against the wall to hold himself up, cracking the wall from how much force he used to slap his hand on the wall. He looks down at you, watching his cock slide in and out of your mouth, wet with your saliva.

You rubbed your thighs for some kind of relief. That didn’t help. You took matters into your own hands for your own relief. You let go of his thighs to unbutton and unzip your tactical pants. You slid your hand inside of your pants and panties, feeling how soaked you are. You moaned softly around his cock when your fingers brushed against your clit. The Winter Soldier looked down at you, seeing your hand in your pants.

“No.” He says, pulling his cock out of your mouth.

You took your hand out of your panties. He grabs your arm, pulling you up from the floor.

“Strip.” He orders.

You obeyed him and took your tactical clothes off, standing naked in front of the Winter Soldier. He striped his tactical gear off too. He glances at the metal table that’s in the corner of the room, smirking to himself. He grabs your arm and walks over to it. You watched him lay down on it.

“C’mere.” He orders.

You got on the table, your legs on either side of his head. You squeaked in surprise when he pulled you down towards his faces. You shivered when you felt his breath on your pussy. A moan fell from your lips when he licked from your clit to your entrance.

“Fuck…” He moans as he tasted you.

Once he got one lick, he needed more. He pulled you down more so you were basically sitting on his face. He started eating you out like a starved man.

“Oh my god!” You moaned loudly.

One of his hands slides up your back and pushes you down so you were face to face with his cock again. You wrapped your hand around his saliva covered cock and jerked him off for a few seconds. You tilted your head to the side to lick all over his cock. A guttural moan left his lips when you licked each vein on his cock. You licked from the base of his cock to his tip and then you wrapped your lips around his cock and started bobbing your head.

“You taste incredible.” He says gruffly against your pussy.

His tongue licked stripes along your pussy as he ate you out. Then the tip of his tongue started to flick against your clit at a somewhat of a fast pace. You jolted at the feeling. He growls against your pussy and wraps his arms around your waist to keep you from moving.

“No moving.” He says.

That was extremely hard for you to do. It took everything in you to not move. All you wanted to do is move yourself against his face for more friction due to the way you’re currently feeling right now.

The more and more the Winter Soldier ate you out like his life depends on it, you could feel your orgasm building up quicker than it usually does, but in this moment, you don’t care. All you want is same kind of relief and so does he.

“Please! Oh, please let me cum!” You begged and whined.

That’s what he exactly did. One more flick of the tip of his tongue on your clit and you fell over the edge, coming hard and soaking his face. He reached down, pushing your head down to prevent you from bobbing your head and then came in your mouth. His hand fell from your head. You two were still in need for more.

“Stand up.” He orders.

You obeyed him. You got off of him and stood on slightly wobbly legs. You watched as he sat down on a chair that’s against the wall. He spun you around so you were facing the other way and sat you down on his lap. He hooked his arms under your knees and lined his cock at your entrance.

“Oh my god!” You moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder as he slid his cock inside of you.

“Fuck… you’re tight.” He almost growls.

When his cock was fully inside of you, he planted his feet firmly on the floor before he started fucking you like his life depends on it. Your hands blindly felt for his thighs and held onto them as he fucks you.

“Holy shit! You’re big!” You moaned.

You’ve never been put in this position before, but you like it a lot. You also never had a guy this big either, but you like that too. Also, in this position, you can feel how deep he is.

“Yea. You like that, don’t you, pretty girl? You like feeling my fat cock deep in your little pussy?” He says softly and dirtily in your ear.

That’s the first full sentence the Winter Soldier has said since you stepped foot in that room. You couldn’t form any coherent words. All you could do is moan and nod your head. That was not a good enough answer for him. That earned you a smack on the back of your thigh, making you gasp.

“Answer me.” He almost growls in your ear.

“Yes! Oh yes!” You finally answered.

“Good girl.” He praises softly.

You felt his lips just below your ear. He left a trail of wet kisses to your neck before marking you up with hickeys. You gasped when his teeth bit down on your skin hard enough to mark you up.

“Oh god, fuck-” You paused, wondering what you’re supposed to call him when you’re moaning out for him. “What- What am I supposed to call you?” You asked breathily.

“You can call me anything you want, baby.” He whispers.

Since you don’t know his name you decided to say the first thing that came to your mind.

“Sir!” You moaned.

You calling him sir spurred him on. The speed of his thrusts increased. Your head fell back against his shoulder. He didn’t like that. He hooks his arms under your knees and puts his hands on the back of your head, pointing your head downward so you were watching his cock slide in and out of your pussy.

“Watch me fuck you.” He says as an order.

It was a sinful sight and you’re loving it. So is he. Then he hooks his right arm under your knees and sneaks his metal hand to your clit. You gasped at the feeling of the cool metal of his fingers on your clit as he started rubbing it.

“Oh god! Yes!” You moaned. “Please don’t stop!” You say.

“I’m not planning on stopping, baby.” He says gruffly.

Your second orgasm was building up. You could feel it deep inside of you. Your legs started to tremble. It felt like a tidal wave was about to come crashing down on you. You were sent over the edge when his cock hit that one spot inside of you perfectly. His cock hit that spot inside of you continuously. You came with a loud moan leaving your lips. He didn’t stop there. He may have stopped rubbing your clit, but he focused on his own orgasm. He repositions his hands on the backs of your thighs and fucked up into you faster. His hands squeeze the backs of your thighs when he came inside of you, a guttural moan leaving his lips. His thrusts came to a stop. You two sat there. His cock was still inside of you, still hard. His cum was dripping out of your pussy. That feeling was still there for you guys. You guys need more. He lifted you up, his cock slipping out of your pussy.

“Get on the floor. Hands and knees. Now.” He orders.

“Yes, sir.” You replied submissively and obediently.

You got on the floor on your hands and knees. Your legs were still a bit wobbly from your second orgasm. You could feel his presence behind you. You looked over your shoulder at him. He didn’t waste any time lining his cock at your cum filled entrance. He thrusted his cock inside of you, making your mouth fall open.

“Oh my god!” You moaned.

Compared to the position you and him were just in a moment ago, you could feel his cock deep inside of you. His cock hit that one spot inside of you perfectly each time. His hands held onto your hips with a tight grip, bringing you back with each thrust. You already know you’re going to have bruises on your hips by the time you two are done, but you couldn’t care less. All you care about right now is trying to get whatever wrong with you in this moment out of your system. So does he.

“Run away with me after this.” He says.

“Wh-What?” You asked.

“Run away with me.” He says again.

You looked back at him. You couldn’t tell if it was whatever in his system making him say that or if it was his normal self saying that.

“I need an answer.” He says.

“Yes!” You finally answered. “I’ll run away with you.” You say.

He smiles to himself. Then he leans over you, putting his right hand on the floor next to your hand. His metal hand turns your head toward him just enough so he can kiss you. This kiss wasn’t filthy and rough like the other ones. This one was sweet and loving. His metal hand finds it way down to your clit and began rubbing it in fast circles, which made your third and hopefully your final orgasm. Your lips fell open as you were kissing him and then your head dropped downward.

“Squeezing me so tight.” He moans, dropping his head against the back of your shoulder.

His metal fingers rubbed your clit faster. You jolted away from him a bit, but he pulled you right back to him.

“Don’t move.” He says softly in your ear.

Your orgasm is just about there. Your nails scratched at the floor and your toes curled. It’s about to come crashing down on you.

“Please!” You moaned. “I have- I need to cum again!” You moaned.

“Cum for me like a good girl.” He says softly before kissing along your shoulder.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a loud pornographic moan left your lips as you came.

“There you go. Good girl.” He praises softly.

His orgasm was just about there too. He leans back up and holds onto your hips tighter than he was a couple minutes ago. He lost rhythm with his thrusts for a second before stilling thrusts, pressing his hips against your ass as he came inside of you. You two stayed like that for a moment while you guys got your breathing under control. Then he pulled out of you and helped you stand up.

“Do you- Do you feel fine now? Or do we need to- you know again?” You asked shyly.

“I feel fine now. How do you feel?” He asks.

“I feel fine now.” You say.

You two got cleaned up and got dressed.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.” Bucky finally introduces himself to you.

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself to him.

You went to leave the room, but Bucky grabs your arm and pulls you back to him, kissing you passionately.

“Run away with me.” He says again.

“You meant that?” You asked.

“Of course I mean it.” He says softly. “I want you to.” He says.

“We- We don’t know each other.” You say.

“We know each other’s names and I have feelings for you. I know you have the same feelings for me.” He says softly.

You gazed in his blue eyes. He’s not wrong and you know it.

“I do have feelings for you.” You finally admitted.

Bucky smiles and kisses you again.

“Let’s get out of here.” He says softly.

“I can’t do that. Thor made me promise to guard the amulet and never let it out of my possession.”

“Well, I think he would make an exception in this case. And you can have it back as soon as you have ground beneath your feet again.” Suddenly, your hand that was grasping the ledge slipped a few centimeters as some small rocks broke off under your clenched fingers. You and Loki locked eyes, both pairs frantic with panic, knowing there wasn’t much time left. He leaned over the cliff on his stomach, reaching his hand towards you. “Please, let me help you! For once, just trust me!”

You stared at him a moment longer, then gently tossed the box into his outstretched hand. As soon as it was securely in his grasp, all panic drained from his face as it was replaced by the sly, pretentious smirk you had come to know all too well. Loki flipped his hair back as he raised himself up to his knees, sneering down his nose at your still dangling form below him. “Sorry my dear. It hurts, doesn’t it? Being lied to. But you know, God of Mischief and all that. You really should be more careful about who you trust in the future.” He glanced down at the long drop beneath you. “Well, if there was a future for you. Now if you excuse me, I have a galaxy to conquer.”

With that, he stood and began to turn away from the edge of the cliff, opening the box as he did. BANG! The box exploded into hundreds of tiny, jagged shards just as you had rigged it to do. You heard Loki scream in agony as the metal pieces tore into him. He whipped around and you saw that his hands and face had taken the brunt of the damage. The worst of the injuries were a large piece of shrapnel that had embedded itself into the bottom of his chin and another slightly smaller piece which was sticking out of his now ruined eye socket. You laughed humorlessly as you realized it made him look like a cheap imitation of Odin. Oh, he’s going to despise that!

As Loki glared down at you, blood dripping like rain on your face, you pulled the amulet from your jacket with a cruel smile. His one good eye widened in amazement. You yelled up to him, “If you recall, I never said I trusted you, you asshole! I figured you would try and pull something like this, so I removed the amulet and used one of my explosives to booby trap the box. After knowing you for this long, did you really think I would forget about all your tricks?”

“Ah, but it seems you forgot about this one!” His face was a mask of fury as he dramatically waved his hands in your direction. Nothing happened.

Loki looked down at his hands in confusion, not comprehending why his magic hadn’t worked. You laughed harshly. “I didn’t forget but it seems you did! Thor said that that specific box was used to hide the amulet because it blocks magic. Which means that as long as all those tiny pieces are still lodged in your face, you can’t access your magic! You’re completely powerless!” You watched as he tried again and again to get the slightest spark of magic, but it was no use.

Finally, he gave up and hissed down at you. “So, what now? There’s nothing else you can do. You’re out of options. Just hand me the amulet and I might just look past this little indiscretion and still save your traitorous hide. After all, I am the only one who can help you. You’re dead without me.”

“You’re wrong, Loki.” You stared back unflinchingly. “There was never anyone here who would help me. I was dead the moment I fell off the edge of this cliff.”

(Y/N) watched Tony drag Peter away, his head swiveling around to glance at her one more time before giving all his attention to his mentor. (Y/N) shook her head, a small smile growing on her face as she made her way towards the bar, admiring the lights and decorations spread around the room. She got herself a glass of water, smiling at the bartender before leaning back against the bar, scanning the room, a flash of red hair catching her attention.

           “(Y/N),” Wanda beamed, pulling her into a warm embrace.

           “Merry Christmas, Wanda,” (Y/N) chuckled, holding Wanda at arm’s length, looking over her Christmas sweater. The bright red sweater was a little big on her, hanging over the top of her black leggings, and was covered in white snowflakes that outlined Dear Santa, I tried.

           “Merry Christmas,” Wanda hummed, nodding at the bartender as she took her drink.

           “Oh, thank god,” another voice cut in. (Y/N) and Wanda turned in time to see Natasha approaching, her red curls bouncing around her face. (Y/N) held back the laugh threatening to fall from her lips; Nat picked out a black sweater, Merry Christmas in red letters encircling her chest while white reindeers circled her stomach. “I thought I was going to be subject to testosterone all night.”

           “We’d never do that to you,” Wanda snorted, using her glass to hide her smile.

           “Merry Christmas, Nat,” (Y/N) giggled, reaching for the redhead’s hand to squeeze it.

           “Merry Christmas, kiddo. Where’s your other half?” Nat, Wanda, and (Y/N) all leaned away from the bar, searching the room for a mop of chocolate hair, eventually finding him between Thor and Clint across the room.

           “What the hell is Clint wearing?” (Y/N) gasped, staring wide-eyed at the archer. Clint’s sweater was a blinding green, covered in hundreds of white polka dots that made (Y/N)’s eyes hurt the longer she looked.

           “That’s not even the worst part,” Nat snorted, her eyes flickering over Clint as he laughed, leaning into Peter. “Santa’s on the front with a mistletoe hanging over his crotch,” Nat choked out around laughter, pressing her wrist against her mouth.

           “No,” Wanda breathed, her mouth twitching as a smile started to grow.

           “It’s awful,” Nat choked, covering her face with both hands. “I’m just glad Tony couldn’t find sweaters for us.”

           “What do you mean?” (Y/N) asked, sipping her water.

           “Look around,” Wanda hummed, sweeping an arm around the room. (Y/N) took a deep breath but relented, starting on her left and moving around the room. Tony’s sweater looked like a knitted version of his suit, down to the arc reactor on the chest. Sam, who was standing next to him, wore a white, red, and black sweater covered in tiny designs she couldn’t make out, all brought together with his logo on the chest. (Y/N) shifted her gaze towards Thor again, snickering at the red, blue, and yellow threads until she finally noticed the hammer design knit into the fabric that made her laugh harder.

           “Merry Christmas, ladies,” Steve’s voice pulled (Y/N) back to the bar. She turned a smile towards Steve and Bucky, who was lingering behind him, but it slowly grew as she scanned their sweaters. Steve’s blue sweater was covered in red and white stars, the chest reminding (Y/N) of his old uniform Peter had shown her.

           “Nice Christmas sweaters, boys,” Nat snickered, rolling her lips into her mouth.

           “Shut up,” Bucky grumbled, tugging on the hem angrily. Bucky’s sweater looked like any regular blue Christmas sweater aside from the star that sat over his sternum; Bucky crossed his arms, bringing attention to the grey sleeve, and her mouth fell open.

           “Oh, Bucky,” (Y/N) mumbled, biting her cheek to keep from grinning.

           “Don’t,” he huffed, his forehead creasing with irritation.

           “It’s not that bad,” Steve grumbled, rolling his eyes.

           “It kinda is,” Wanda cut in, wiping a hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking faintly.

           “I’m surprised Tony didn’t make Peter wear one,” (Y/N) whispered, glancing towards where Peter was a few minutes ago, only to find him gone.

           “You may have spoken too soon,” Nat sighed, jerking her chin towards Tony. Peter stood next to Sam, running his hands over the red and navy-blue sweater that was covered in little spiders, and the area around his neck resembled his suit.

           “Dear god,” (Y/N) snorted, shaking her head. (Y/N) tilted her head, watching Peter light up as he studied the design, and she couldn’t help but smile. He did look pretty cute.

           “I think he’s the only one that’s happy about it,” Bucky grumbled, glaring at Steve.

           “No, you’re just the only one mad about it,” Steve shot back, raising a brow over his shoulder. The three ladies giggled as Bucky silently mocked Steve, his head bobbing side to side as he stomped away. “Grump,” Steve mumbled, rolling his eyes at his best friend.

           “That’s why we love him,” Wanda quipped with a shrug, smiling at Bucky’s retreating shape.

           “Yeah, yeah,” Steve huffed, leaning against the bar next to Nat, accepting the glass from her.

The Christmas party stretched most of the night, filling the compound with festive music and drunken laughter. (Y/N) spent most of the time lounging with Wanda and Nat, talking to the wandering Avengers and SHIELD agents, sneaking looks at Peter as he moved around the room. (Y/N) started to notice that Peter seemed a little off-balance, stumbling every once in a while as the night continued but brushed it off. She turned back to Thor, the most recent team member to plop down on the couch next to her, listening to the bits of information he added to the conversation.

           “Would anyone care for some?” Thor asked, holding out a small, round flask covered in intricate swirls.

           “Oh god, no.” “Keep that away from me.” Wanda and Nat groaned simultaneously, shifting away from Thor.

           “What’s so bad about it?” (Y/N) asked, studying the flask in the Asgardian’s hand.

           “That shit will kill you,” Nat warned, swatting at (Y/N) to grab her attention.

           “It’s much stronger than alcohol on Midgard,” Thor agreed, pouring some of the amber liquid into his glass, corking the flask, and sliding it into his pocket again. “If you’ll excuse me.” Thor hefted himself off the couch, offering the trio a smile before wandering across the room towards the eggnog. (Y/N) glanced around the room again, and her pulse jumped when she didn’t see Peter.

           “Have either of you seen Peter?” she asked the two redheads, her voice pitching up a bit in concern.

           “Not recently,” Wanda replied, looking over her shoulder.

           “Last time I saw him, he was talking to Thor before he came to sit with us,” Nat offered, swirling her wine around the glass.

           “Great,” (Y/N) huffed, propelling herself off the couch. She strolled towards Thor, who was talking to Steve now and gently rested a hand on his arm, grabbing the blonde’s attention.

           “Hello again, Lady (Y/N),” Thor beamed, shifting to make room for her to stand between him and Steve.

           “Hi Thor,” she giggled, smiling up at him. “Have you seen Peter?”

           “Not since I gave him another drink, no,” Thor answered, his brow pulling together.

           “Hm, I wonder…” she trailed off, her mind finally pulling Thor’s entire sentence together. “Wait…you gave him a drink? Of that?” (Y/N) pointed at the cup Thor was holding, his eyes following her finger before shifting back to her face, and he nodded, his head tilting slightly. “Oh no.”

           “What’s wrong?” Steve asked, resting a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder, his features pinched in concern.

           “He can’t handle Asgardian alcohol!” (Y/N) squeaked, her head on a swivel as she searched for Peter.

           “(Y/N), honey,” Steve tried, shaking her shoulders gently, “he’s enhanced, right?”

           “Yeah,” she replied, the word coming out as more a question as she squinted at the super-soldier.

           “He’ll be okay,” Steve insisted, some of the tension melting off his face.

           “No, you don’t get it,” (Y/N) sighed, scrubbing at her face, “he doesn’t drink, like, ever. So yes, his body can handle Thor’s alcohol in theory, but he has no tolerance.” Steve studied her face, his eyes flickering between her, and she saw the moment he started to realize that he may not be okay.

           “He’s gonna have a wicked hangover tomorrow,” Steve snorted, shaking his head.

           “No shit,” (Y/N) huffed, rubbing at her eyes. “Well, as long as he hasn’t killed himself in a drunken haze.”

           “Go find him before Tony does,” Steve chuckled, squeezing (Y/N)’s shoulder once before his hand fell away. Thor shifted on her other side, the Asgardian uncharacteristically quiet; (Y/N) wasn’t mad, to begin with, but even if she was, the wounded puppy dog look on the god’s face would’ve melted her instantly.

           “It’s okay,” she hummed, covering the hand holding his cup, smiling up at him. “You didn’t know.”

           “I am very sorry,” Thor whispered, his sad blue eyes boring into her.

           “It’s alright,” (Y/N) giggled, squeezing his hand. “Just keep Tony busy if he starts looking for Peter, okay?”

           “Of course,” Thor agreed, his lip twitching up in a smile. (Y/N) squeezed his hand one more time before hurrying off, waving at him and Steve one more time before focusing all her energy on looking for her boyfriend. When she still couldn’t find him, (Y/N) approached Sam and Bucky, standing near the doorway out of the common room.

           “Hey, have you guys seen Peter?” Sam and Bucky looked up from the phone Bucky was holding between them, both blinking at her for a second before they caught up to what she said.

           “I think I saw him heading for the steps,” Bucky supplied, jerking his head towards the hall next to him.

           “Thanks!” she yelled as she jogged down the hall, rounding the corner for the steps. (Y/N) hurried across the compound lobby, pushing open the front door, and nearly stumbled back at the rush of cold air. She stepped onto the top step, gasping as her eyes scanned the blanket of white stretching across the open lawn of the compound. The layer of snow twinkled in the moonlight, covering every surface in a perfectly undisturbed layer of white powder, and (Y/N) was taken back at the beauty of it. Movement at the bottom of the steps caught her attention, snapping her out of her haze; affection flooded her system as she looked down at the body pressed into the snow, tossing handfuls of snow at the sky.

           “Pete,” she giggled, shaking her head. (Y/N) stepped down, brushing the snow on the next step away, checking for ice, before she moved towards her boyfriend; it took her at least five minutes to get to the bottom where Peter was sprawled out. “Hey,” she breathed, shuffled towards him.

           “(Y/N)!” Peter slurred happily, his face lighting up with a goofy, crooked smile. Peter reached for her, his arms swaying as he made grabby hands at her, but his eyes shifted to his hands, and he giggled. His laughter sounded light and free, reminding (Y/N) of the ringing of tiny bells and her heart swelled as she looked down at her boyfriend.

           “Hi, baby,” (Y/N) chuckled, taking one of his outstretched hands. The shadow of her head blocked out the overhead light, and Peter stilled, his face going slack as he stared up at her, his eyes rounding as his lips parted.

           “You’re so pretty!” Peter exclaimed, his speech sounding less slurred.

           “I’m glad you think so,” (Y/N) chuckled, pulling on Peter’s arm. She managed to pull his upper body off the ground, but he swayed, his eyes blinking wide, a soft woah falling from his lips along with another string of giggles. (Y/N) watched with a smile as his eyes squinted shut and his nose scrunched up as he giggled, swaying side to side, an occasional hiccup bubbling out. Peter eventually calmed down again, his hands slapping against his thighs as he tilted his head back to blink up at her with a drunk smile.

           “How did I get such a beautiful girlfriend?” Peter continued to sway, his head rolling to the side on his jelly neck; (Y/N) could feel the blush warming her cold, chapped cheeks and immediately ducked her head.

           “Come on,” she huffed, smiling at him as she walked behind him. (Y/N) hooked her hands under Peter’s armpits, pulling him up until he could get his legs under himself. He swayed forward, barely moving a leg out to catch himself; (Y/N) wormed under his arm, looping an arm around his waist to help guide him. The trip up the few front steps was difficult with the added weight of a grown man hanging on her shoulder, but (Y/N) managed to get them both to the front doors.

           “You’re so great,” Peter mumbled. In reality, it sounded more like ‘yous grat’ but (Y/N) could gather what he meant. Peter’s head lolled forward, but it was turned enough that he could see (Y/N)’s face as she pulled him through the threshold into the lobby.

           “Watch your step, honey,” (Y/N) hummed, glancing over at Peter.

           “I love you.” (Y/N) jolted to a stop, slowly turning her head to look at Peter, but his eyes were closed, although a faint smile lingered on his lips.

           “Y-you’re drunk,” (Y/N) chuckled nervously, pulling him towards the elevator.

           “So,” Peter drawled dismissively, twisting his head side to side. (Y/N) gaped at him as they waited for the elevator; they’d been together for almost a year now, but they hadn’t breached the subject of ‘love’ yet. She had realized she loved Peter a few months ago but hadn’t said anything yet, not wanting to scare him. The ding of the elevator arriving made her jump, and she quickly tugged Peter inside, punching the button for the living quarters a little too hard.

Peter leaned heavily into (Y/N)’s side, air whistling through parted lips as he started to drift off to sleep. She struggled under his weight as he was tugged further under the pull of sleep until the elevator jerked to a stop, jostling Peter awake with a snort. (Y/N) smiled at him when he gave her an owlish look, putting some of the weight on his own legs again.

           “Let’s get you to bed, baby,” (Y/N) sighed, pressing a quick kiss to the side of his head, half-dragging him into the hall. The guest room they used was halfway down, and (Y/N) leaned Peter against the wall next to the door as she punched the code into the keypad. She barely grabbed a fistful of his Christmas sweater when he started to fall back; (Y/N) pulled Peter into their room, catching his weight when he stumbled into her.

           “’M cold,” Peter mumbled, weakly wrapping his arms around his wet torso, shivering.

           “I know. Let’s get you out of these wet clothes.” (Y/N) pushed the heavy sweater up, pulling it over his head, letting it fall to the floor with a wet thud before helping him wiggle out of his damp jeans. Peter hugged himself, his teeth chattering as he stood in wet boxers while (Y/N) dug a clean pair out of his suitcase, along with a black t-shirt. Once Peter was mostly dressed and dry again, (Y/N) helped him climb into bed, tucking the blanket under his chin and pressing a lingering kiss to his head.

           “Mm,” Peter whined, blinding searching for her lips.

           “So needy,” (Y/N) snorted, giving into his whiney pleas. As soon as they broke apart, Peter settled into bed, his breathing already evening out as he drifted off. “Goodnight, baby.”

           “Love you,” Peter breathed. Soft snores immediately filled the quiet room, and (Y/N) smiled, reaching out to gently card through his damp curls.

           “I love you too,” she sighed, her heart swelling. (Y/N) pressed one more kiss to Peter’s hair before grabbing her pajamas out of her suitcase and gathering Peter’s soaked clothes, carrying everything into the bathroom to change and hang up their wet clothes.

Peter cracked a heavy eye open when the bathroom door clicked shut, a small smile pulling his lips up before he let himself tumble into the warmth of sleep.

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You love working at SHIELD. It’s just a few people who you work with aren’t so easy to like. Those few people always find ways to mess with you. They think they won’t get caught. They also think you’re gullible enough to fall for it.

“Agent Y/L/N, you busy?” One of the agents who always messes with you asks.

“I just finished training. What do you need?” You asked.

“I was wondering if you could help me improve my fighting techniques.” She says.

“Sure.” You say.

You went back to the gym with agent. There was a couple other agent in there who also messes with you. You looked at all three of them, wondering what they’re up to or if they actually need help with their fighting techniques.

“Do you have any specific techniques you need help with?” You asked.

“You’ll see.” She says mischievously.

You furrowed your eyebrows when you heard the mischief in her voice. Now, you know she and the other two agents are up to something, but you don’t know what it is.

“Show me what you need to improve.” You say.

The agent got into her fighting position and so did you. You were caught off guard when she tried to kick you in the face. You stepped back, only to find out that there’s a weight behind you. You fell backwards and landed on the heavy part of another weight, hitting the back of your right shoulder on it. You cried out in pain and rolled over to your side, your hand holding your shoulder.

It didn’t take you long to figure out that the three agents standing over you and laughing were the ones who put the weights on the floor behind you.

“Aww, are you hurt?” One agent mocks.

“She’s crying.” The second agent laughs.

“We don’t know why you’re crying. It’s just a prank.” The third agent says.

You stood up from the floor and left the gym with tears streaming down your face. You went straight to the bathroom. You lifted your shirt to see if there was a bruise forming on the back of your shoulder. There wasn’t a bruise there yet, but your skin was red there and it hurts. Little did you know that Bucky saw you walk in the bathroom with your hand on your shoulder.

“Doll?” Bucky knocks on the bathroom door a couple times. “Are you ok in there?” He asks.

“I’m- I’m fine.” You answered, your voice cracking.

“Can I come in?” He asks.

“Yes.” You replied.

You quickly pulled your shirt down and readjusted it. Bucky opened the bathroom door at the same time you were wiping your tears away with the collar of your shirt. He could tell you were crying just by looking at your eyes.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” He asks again.

“I’m fine.” You say.

You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend, wanting a hug from him. He hugged you back. You winced when his arm touched the sore part of your shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, pulling away from the hug.

You stared at Bucky with teary eyes, not wanting to tell him what your so called coworkers did to you a little bit ago. You know he’s going to find out one way or another.

“My shoulder hurts.” You say.

You turned around and lifted your shirt, showing him the bruise that is now forming on the back of your right shoulder. Bucky lightly rubbed his finger over it. You flinched away when he did that.

“Who did this to you?” Bucky asks.

Bucky knows you almost never get hurt when you’re training. He automatically knew someone did this to you.

“This is three agents idea of a prank.” You say.

Bucky knew what particular three agents you’re talking about. He has seen them picking on you. He decided to stay out of it to see if you were going to do something about it. Now, he thinks it’s time that he steps in to do something about it for you.

“Where are they?” He asks.

“In the gym.” You say.

Bucky walked out of the bathroom and went straight to the gym with you following close behind him.

“Bucky, what are you going to do to them?” You asked.

“Kick their asses.” Bucky says.

“Babe, don’t do that.” You pleaded.

Bucky sighs, stopping just short of the gym doors.

“At least let me tell them off.” He says.

“Ok.” You say.

Bucky opens the gym door, walking in the gym. The three agents who pranked you are still in there and laughing about what they did to you a little bit ago. They looked over at you.

“Aww, look. She’s back for more.” One agent mockingly.

Bucky seen the two weights on the floor before looking at them.

“You guys think pranking people is funny, huh?” Bucky says.

“If that person is Agent Y/L/N, then yes.” One agent says.

They started laughing again. You teared up and looked down.

“Shut up!” He shouts.

The three agents went silent. Bucky walked closer to him.

“Do you guys think it’s funny when people get hurt?” He asks.

They shook their heads no.

“The little prank you guys pulled on Agent Y/L/N, she now has a bruised shoulder and she’s in pain. Pranks are supposed to hurt people, but you guys don’t care. All you guys care about is yourselves. Now, pick up those weights and put them away before I tell Fury what you guys did to Agent Y/L/N. You guys better apologize to her before you guys leave the gym.” Bucky says.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes.” They say obediently in unison.

They put the two weights away and apologized to you before leaving the gym. Bucky turned his attention to you and hugged you, making sure to be careful to not touch your bruise.

“Thank you for doing that, baby.” You say against his chest.

“You don’t have to thank me, babydoll. I’ll do anything for you.” He says softly.

You looked up at him and stood on your tippy toes to kiss his lips.

“Can you go to the med bay with me so I can get an ice pack?” You asked sweetly.

“Of course I will, doll face.” He says.

“I love you, baby.” You smiled.

“I love you too, babydoll.” He smiles back.

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