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“Hey,” a voice called from across the rink as you desperately tried to tug your now ice-soaked shirt away from your skin, “you better apologise, man.”

“Fuck you,” your date grunted, tugging his skates off, throwing them across the room and then storming out of the building. You didn’t even care, in fact, if you weren’t dripping in red slushie, you would have been completely relieved.

“Are you okay?” The voice that had scolded your date was now soft and gentle and you looked up to find the source. It was a man, wearing a tight fitted white shirt and dark blue jeans, an embroidered red bomber jacket over his shoulders. His face was no short of perfection, a chiselled jaw covered in a slight stubble and his slightly long hair slicked back. His piercing blue eyes were staring at you in concern and it took you a second to remember how to breathe before you managed to reply.

“I’m… okay,” you tried to manage, but the chattering of your teeth and the tears welling in your eyes betrayed you. The man acted fast, shrugging off his jacket. He ushered you towards a corner, out of the view of the other patrons of the roller rink and held his jacket up.

“Take that shirt off, you can have my jacket,” he instructed, turning his head away as you did. You gratefully took his jacket from his hands and shrugged it over your shoulder, doing up the buttons until it covered you entirely. It was warm and smelled of a cologne that made your head spin in a good way.

“Thank you,” you whispered, indicating you were done. The man turned back to you, still looking slightly concerned. 

“If you don’t mind me saying, doll,” he let out a breath, running a hand through his hair as a smile quirked at his lips, “your boyfriend is a dick.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and the stranger was surprised at the loudness of it. You threw your head back and your eyes squeezed shut, hand clutching at your stomach.

“Not my boyfriend,” you managed from between giggles, “just a very very bad blind date.”

“Well in that case,” his tone changed and you swore you heard a hint of relief in his voice. He outstretched his hand, grin widening into a breath-taking smile, “the name’s Bucky.”

You took his hand, trying to steady your heart at the pure sight of him. 

“Y/N.”

“Can I buy you some food? Or at least another slushie?” Bucky asked, stepping away from you and towards the food counter that was at the side of the rink. You grinned at him and nodded, not having the heart to tell him it wasn’t your slushie to begin with and with a quick wave to his friends, Bucky began leading you towards the counter. He rested his hand on your shoulder as you crossed the rink and he asked if you were okay twice and if the jacket was warm enough. Each time you reassured him you were fine and thanked him immensely.

Each time, he smiled back at you with a smile like the sun. 

He bought you curly fries and a red slushie to share, sitting with you on a bench, his legs straddling it as you sat on it normally, body turned towards him as you sipped on the slushie. The speakers were blaring ‘Somebody to Love’ by Queen loudly and couples and friends moved around the rink, some more elegantly than others, but your little incident with your bad date was clearly forgotten, the spill already mopped up.

“So, how did you get to be on this very very bad blind date,” Bucky mused before throwing a few chips in his mouth. You tried not to focus too much on his lips, spinning your straw around in your drink.

“My friend’s boyfriend thought we’d match,” you rolled your eyes, offering him the slushie. He leaned over and took a sip, looking up at you with a glint in his eye.

“Well may I advise you to avoid any more set ups made by your friend’s boyfriend,” Bucky handed you a chip and you took it with a smile, quirking your eyebrow.

“Oh no? And what do you advise I do instead?” 

He leaned in close, close enough that you felt his breath fan over your face but you didn’t mind, instead the proximity making you smile. 

“Are you busy tonight?” He murmured eyes darting to your lips for a second. You giggled leaning away a little as you rested a hand on his shoulder. 

“Considering my date just ran out on me,” you said, in a tone that indicated you really didn’t care that he had, “I’m all yours.”

tagging some friends:

“Titan? What’s on Titan? It’s a wasteland.”

Rocket just smiled as you finally made your way through the jump, stars warping before your eyes until finally you were across the universe, the reddish toned home of Thanos before your eyes and looming closer.

“An old friend.”

When you landed on Titan, there was already a ship there waiting. It was a poor excuse for a ship, small and stocky. It clearly wasn’t made of the best metal in the galaxy. Probably made by someone who hadn’t travelled the galaxy much, if at all. They tried aesthetically to make it look right, with sleek blue painted lines, but clearly the paint hadn’t held up in space and was pale and slightly cracked.

Rocket was eager to climb off the ship as soon as you landed, as were Groot, Mantis and Drax, but Peter hesitated. You stopped with him and raised an eyebrow. He was always sure to be first off, ensuring everyone knew that he was the captain of the Guardians of the Galaxy.

“What’s up?” You asked as he messed with some controls on the dashboard, stalling from disembarking the ship even more. He let out an infuriated breath at your voice and pinched the bridge of his nose, hand on hip.

“Nothing.”

“You piss these people off too, Quill? Don’t tell me. You slept with their sister. You stole their guns. You killed their best friend?” You followed him around the ship, pestering him until finally, he climbed off to escape you.

“None of that it’s just…” he trailed off as you both faced a group of people waiting for you on the ground. There was around ten of them, all stood with their arms crossed as they analysed your group. There was a hesitation from both of you, neither of you entirely trusting the other. They were all human looking, besides one of them, who was purple and seemingly robotic.

“They’re crazy attractive, damn. Look at that one.” You finished Peter’s previous statement, nodding to the man holding a giant axe and wearing a red cape.

“That is the pirate-angel baby,” Drax commented and your eyes widened.

“That’s Thor?” You glanced at Quill whose jaw tensed at his name. You let out a loud laugh and stepped forwards, playful smile on your face as you became the first to break ranks.

“Y/N, nice to meet you,” you held your hand out to Thor who raised an eyebrow. “Anyone who makes Quill as antsy as that is a friend of mine.” You gestured back to Peter who shuffled angrily in his spot, glaring daggers at both you and Thor in turn. Thor froze for a second before a large grin spread across his face. He took your hand and shook it.

“Well any friend of this Sweet Rabbit here is a friend of mine,” Thor gestured to Rocket who had moved now to your side. Rocket scoffed, rolling his eyes, but his lips were curved upwards.

“Alright, alright, lightning man, how’s that eye holding up?”

Thor grinned, rolling his right eye playfully, his left eye rooted to the spot, and both you and Rocket cringed.

“Gross,” but you were smiling, biting your lip when Thor met your eyes again. You felt a tension in the air that you decided to play with, opening your mouth to start a flirty exchange, only to be silenced when a hand was planted harshly on your shoulder, tugging you backwards slightly.

“Let’s get down to business, shall we?” Peter had lowered his voice and your eyes widened, looking down at Rocket, then back at Drax before you all crippled over laughing.

“C’mon, guys,” Peter reverted back to his normal voice, pulling you by your arm to a clearing where you could all sit. You immediately broke off from him when you reached the area, taking a seat beside Thor with Mantis on your other side. Peter sighed, hands on hips, before he sat beside Mantis.

From there, things got more serious. You discussed the issue. Strange had heard of some alien force that was a potential threat to earth and this team of ‘Avengers’ wanted to defeat it before it made it to their planet.

“I thought that was our job anyway, but okay,” Quill muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Okay then space-boy, what’s your plan of attack,” Thor questioned, and Peter muttered something about overpreparation under his breath before Thor went into a very detailed plan about what was going to happen.

“Sounds good,” you clapped your hands together.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Peter stood too, hands outstretched to stop you from leaving. You glared at him. “We’re just gonna accept that?”

He glanced around at the entire group who seemed pretty settled on Thor’s plan. Tony shrugged at Peter and stood too.

“You got any adjustments, Quill?” Stark asked but there was only silence. You smirked, pushing past him as the rest of the team walked to the Avengers’ ship.

“Now if you’ll excuse me Quill, there is a perfectly chiselled god of thunder on this planet with us and I would like to take advantage of that.” You winked, trying to walk away only to feel a hand wrap around your wrist and tug you back. You were almost pressed against Quill’s chest, his eyes boring into yours.

“You can’t sleep with him,” Peter grunted through gritted teeth and you let out a scoff of surprise. You tugged lightly against his hold, but he held on tighter, pulling you even closer. You tried not to focus on your heart beating in your chest, the proximity and warmth of the man weakening your defences. You let out a steadying breath through your nose before speaking.

“And why not?” You decided to get even closer, leaning your face so there were mere inches between the two of you. The air between you was hot and thick and you felt trapped in this position like you were being set in honey. Peter’s eyes softened for a second before he seemed to snap out of it, stepping back and releasing you from his grasp. The air around you thinned out, and your muscles unclenched, only to feel slightly numb.

“You’ll get your heart broken,” he said, and you were almost reaching hope when… “and then I’ll automatically win, and that’s no fun.”

Peter smirked at you, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He pushed past you to follow the Avengers and the other Guardians onto the ship, leaving you stood in the dust.

Once aboard the Avengers ship, the teams seemed to relax a little. The plan was to attack in the morning. With the targets flight path, it would be easier and less time consuming to intercept them as they passed Titan, rather than flying now to where they were. It was almost silently agreed that you’d spend the night getting to know each other.

Everyone broke off into their own conversations. Tony, Rocket and Groot walked around the ship, Rocket kicking pieces of the machinery and telling Stark it sucked. Peter talked to Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanoff, occasionally fan-boying over the fact that Captain America was alive.

“And hot,” you’d added with a wink when you’d passed, earning a glare from Quill.

Drax was discussing something with Stephen Strange, T’Challa and Vision whilst Mantis talked with Banner and Wanda. You were left flirting with Thor, the quiet sound of Whitesnake’s Here I Go Again playing in the background from Tony’s self-installed speaker system.

When you’d joined the Guardians, they were all still mourning the death of Gamora. What Quill hadn’t needed was another member to join and replace her. He didn’t need a love interest to tell him it was okay and that he could move on. He needed someone to tell him he was an idiot when he messed up. To tell him his taste in music was depressing. To tell him that Footloose was the worst movie ever made. To bring some semblance of life back into him.

So, you’d pushed your feelings aside and became what he needed. An enemy amongst friends. Someone to push him back in order to pull him forward. Even if in doing so made him hate you.

But it had undoubtedly taken its toll on your love life and you sought desperately to find a connection to someone out there besides Quill. You flirted a lot. So Thor, in theory, should be no different. Peter always chastised you for a lack of professionalism when you did such a thing and you’d always roll your eyes. But in truth, they barely ever went further than flirtatious exchanges, and when they did, whatever it was wasn’t worth remembering in the morning.

There had been a slight connection with Thor. He was attractive, kind-hearted and a good laugh, and you were enjoying the flirtatious banter. But something was missing and you both felt it. It was never spoken about between the two of you, but you both felt a shift from a genuine romantic interest into two friends play-flirting.

Eventually, the group merged together, and you sat in your original circle. Thor on one side, Mantis the other, with Peter beside Mantis again.

“So, what do you do?” Steve turned to Mantis after listening to Thor translate Groot’s explanation of his species.

“I am an empath,” Mantis smiled, hands cupped delicately in her lap as her antenna twitched upwards at the attention being directed towards her. Mantis had rarely used her powers in front of you. Occasionally she would use it to put people to sleep. She’d use it on various missions as a battle advantage. But before you’d joined she’d been instructed never to use it to decipher or change the teams emotions.

“So, you can tell people’s feelings?” Sam pressed further, and Mantis nodded.

“Yes and alter their emotional state to some extent…” she trailed off glancing at the other Guardians. “Only, I don’t do it much unless needed in battle.”

“Why not do it now?” Steve smiled, and you gulped, glancing at Peter who instinctively leaned away from your antennaed friend. You felt your heart flutter at his obvious distrust and pursed your lips.

“Come on, tell us what Y/N is feeling,” Thor smiled, arm wrapped around you. You didn’t notice Peter tense at the god’s action. Before you could control what was happening, Mantis’ hand lay gently on your arm and her antenna lit up. She smiled, cocking her head slightly in pleasant surprise.

“She feels love for-“

“You finish that sentence and I’ll tie those antennae together so you look like a goddamn Christmas present,” you threatened, yanking your hand away. There was a silence before Thor laughed loudly, pulling you closer to his side. The rest of the group laughed too but you noticed Peter’s jaw clench and then he stood.

“Do Quill, Do Quill!” Drax chanted from across the room and Quill frantically turned to Mantis, locking eyes with you for only a second before the empath lay her hand on Quill’s chest.

“Quill is feeling jealousy… of Y/N and Thor.”

There was a silence as the group processed that information and you stared in awe up at Peter. Thor dropped his arm from around you. Quill fixed his eyes to you and you felt the vulnerability in them, mouth dropping open in slight shock at the revelation. Too stunned to realise, Peter didn’t even try to yank free from Mantis’ grasp and she continued to read him.

“Quill feels love, romantic, for-“

“Alright, Mantis,” Peter stumbled backwards into the centre of the group, pushing her hand from his chest. “God why the hell did we let you on this team.” He ran his hands over his face and turned away from you, pushing past the circle and off the ship. Everyone remained silent and you tried to process everything but it was a lot.

“You should really stop reading Quill, it never goes well,” Rocket commented, leaning back in his chair with a shake of his head.

“Quill loves…” Mantis turned to you and despite everything you’d just heard, you still let out a dry laugh of disbelief.

“No, Quill hates me.” You shook your head, but your voice was far from sure. There was a silence again and you felt everyone’s eyes on you. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to think of something to change the topic to. But nothing would come to your mind besides the affirmation that Peter loved you.

“Excuse me,” you stood and stalked off the ship, brushing past the team as you disembarked.

There was a clattering of metal coming from the hatch of your ship and you knew Peter was on board. You climbed the ladder carefully and silently, trying not to alert him of your presence. You watched for a while as he rummaged through a drawer, before finally you approached him cautiously, resting a gentle hand on his back.

“Peter?” Your voice was gentle, a tone you hadn’t used with him at all and Peter’s emotions betrayed him for a moment. His muscles relaxed beneath your touched and he even leaned back into it, shutting his eyes for a split second only to realise what he was doing. He tensed again and whirled around.

“I’m just… checking the bomb drawer. You know how Rocket gets, you never know which one is activated or not.” Peter stared down at the piece of metal in his hands, the slight tapping of his fingers examining the material the only sound for a little while until you spoke again.

“Mantis said… you were jealous? And you love-“

“I love Thor,” Peter laughed, diverting his eyes from you and stalking over to the cockpit, tossing what he was holding aside. “I mean who wouldn’t, look at that specimen. Like a pirate had an angel with a baby,” he muttered.

“Peter,” you tried to bring his attention back to you, but it was no use. The man paced around, fiddling with chairs and controls. Doing nothing in particular but everything to keep himself distracted from you.

“Did you think I love you, ahahaha. No. How could I love you?”

The words didn’t sting because for the first time, you realised he didn’t mean them and you smiled. You tried calling his name again, but he rambled on. So, you stepped closer and closer.

“All we do is fight all the time. God sometimes you’re worse than Rocket, do you know tha-“

You had him cornered now and you spun him to face you, looking into his eyes for less than a second before you cupped both of his cheeks and brought his lips to yours. Peter froze as you moved your lips softly against his. He watched your eyes flutter close and found his own closing too, hands magnetising to your waist and lips instinctively moving against yours too.

You felt yourself melt into him, arms wrapping around his neck as his held tightly to your waist to keep you upright. You smiled against his lips and Peter let out a breath. He pulled back only slightly to look you in the eyes and then he completely relaxed, pulling you into a tight hug with his head buried in your neck. You grinned, letting out a breath of relief.

“Wanda and Vis are in their room right now and I don’t want to ask, and you know how angry Bruce gets when they don’t have his Hunka-Hulka Burning Fudge,” Tony crossed his arms again as you slumped against the pillar defeatedly.

“Why can’t you just order in like a normal person,” you muttered, crossing the room to where your coat lay across an armchair.

“You know why-“

“-No, I don’t! There was no problem when that FedEx guy turned up the other month!”

“That was Steve being stupid, you know we can’t have people knowing the location of the compound.”

“I think it’s because that delivery guy called you Tony Stank but okay,” you muttered under your breath, shrugging your coat onto your shoulders and grabbing your car keys. Immediately, Tony plucked them from your fingers, replacing the Ferarri logo-d fob with a Ford one instead. You glared harder.

“What is the young lady’s problem, Stark,” Thor peeked his head around the door of the living area, a frown on his face. You instantly perked up.

“Thor can go!”

“Go where?” Thor frowned, stepping into the room as Tony furiously shook his head.

“Grocery shopping!” You beamed at the god who instantly returned your smile with genuine enthusiasm.

“I can’t even begin to list the amount of ways that could go wrong,” Tony threw his hands in the air and you whined again.

“I would very much like to go grocery shopping and there is nothing you can do to stop me Stark,” Thor stepped beside, you throwing his arm around your shoulder and shooting Tony a smug smile. Tony just laughed and turned to walk out of the room.

“Fine, but you’re both going. End of discussion.”

Thor cheered enthusiastically, and you groaned. Now, not only did you have to go grocery shopping, but you also had to go with an over-excited puppy-dog of a man that was bound to draw attention and delay the chore even more.

Thor was already bounding out the door without a coat and you followed him to the garage. As you passed the shiny, cherry-red Ferarri, you ran your hand over the hood, a pout set on your lips. You clicked a button on the keys and the lights of a grey Ford Escape flashed. Thor immediately climbed into the passenger seat.

“So where do we go Grocery shopping,” Thor clicked in his seatbelt after you and kicked his feet up on the dash. You didn’t even tell him to drop them, letting him mess up the dashboard with his muddy boots to piss Tony off. “Is there a market nearby? Do they have a fishmongers? A butcher? Fresh produce-”

“-It’s a Hannaford, Thor. Nothing fancy,” you cut him off as you sped out of the compound. You wanted Thor to get irritated at your speed, to chastise you for recklessness or something. But his stupid smile remained fixed on his face as he excitedly chatted away about this Hanna fjord (you weren’t going to correct him) and its mystical vegetable section.

Once you’d left the compound grounds and were out of range of the signal blockers, you turned on the radio. You thought it would drown Thor out, the heavy beat of the Red Hot Chilli Peppers reverberating the car seats as you drove, but Thor only talked louder.

“I am very excited,” he said, clapping his hands together as you sped through the forest towards the town.

“I know Thor,” you said through gritted teeth, “you’ve told me a thousand times.”

“Tony rarely lets me out of the confines of that compound. It is a beautiful building and the grounds are well tended but gods don’t I get palace fever,” he chuckled, and you frowned, reaching for the volume knob.

“Did you just say palace fever?”

“Yes, you know. When you get stuck in a certain place for an incredibly long time and start to get bored of your surroundings,” Thor nodded, eyes desperately trying to take in all the houses and trees you passed.

“I think you mean cabin fever,” you slowed down a little when you reached the centre of town and saw a cop car. Thor frowned, turning to you.

“Well I never lived in a cabin so it didn’t make much sense.”

You snorted, shaking your head as you pulled into the carpark of the supermarket, cutting the engine. Thor’s face lit up when he saw the building, clambering out of the car.

“It’s like a barn!” He cheered, earning you strange looks from some patrons walking around with carts.

“He’s stoned,” you mouthed to a mother and she let out a noise of disgust, tugging her children closer to her side and away from Thor. You smiled to yourself, rounding the car to the trunk and pulling out a mass of reusable shopping bags. Thor joined your side, rocking himself from the balls of his feet to his toes repeatedly as he waited impatiently for your next move.

“Alright, FRIDAY,” you tapped your watch, a small projection stuttering to life before your eyes with a small soundwave graphic in the centre. “List please.”

“Certainly, Miss Y/N,” the Irish AI replied, the soundwave bouncing with her voice. “You should know that Mr. Rogers, Mr. Stark, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barnes have all added additional items to the list.” The projection displayed the list and scrolled to the bottom, highlighting around thirty other items in red that the boys had added.

“Greedy pigs,” you muttered, before setting out to aquire a shopping cart. Thor trailed you like a puppy and you did your best to avoid acknowledging. You hoped that way, maybe his enthusiasm would die down. It did not.

You got two carts, considering the mass of additional items that had been sprung on you last minute, and you instructed Thor to push that one. As soon as he got his hands on it, he practically leaped towards the door and you were left speed walking behind him, apologising to a lady he’d nearly knocked over in the process.

Inside, he was no better. When getting bread, he talked for hours to the baker about Fjellbrød. Well, really it was Thor rambling on about this Norweigan delicacy whilst the baker stood there, dumbfounded at this grown man’s excitement for bread.

“We have er… multigrain?” The baker finally spoke and you let out a loud guffaw, tugging Thor by the collar away from the bakery section.

He was even worse in the vegetable and fruit section. You busied yourself in trying to find everything on your list but was distracted whenever Thor thrust a piece of fruit or veg in front of your face and demanded to know its name. You were almost finished when a bunch of leaves were literally shoved against your cheek, causing you to jerk away and spill a bag of tomatoes across the floor.

“Thor!” you chastised, turning to face the man. He was sat in his cart crosslegged, a collection of unneeded vegetables surrounding him. “It’s kale. Now get your grubby hands off all those. We don’t need them. And how are you even pushing that?” You asked as you unloaded his cart of the unnecessary veg and picked up more tomatoes.

“Like this,” Thor produced Mjolnir from his side, twisting the hammer slightly so small blue sparks sprung from its handle and propelled Thor forwards slightly. You blinked at him in disbelief as he smiled widely at you before you sighed, closing your eyes.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, pushing your cart away from him. You ignored him for the most part for the rest of the trip, only acknowledging him when he asked you a question, but you could not ignore him when you got to the candy aisle. Given the trip was nearly over, both carts were full and Thor had disembarked from his ‘chariot’ and was pushing it like a normal human being, Mjolnir transformed into an umbrella which hung from the cart handle.

“What is all this?” He demanded loudly and a few kids browsing for chocolate yelped in shock at the deepness of his voice, running from the aisle in fear. Thor didn’t seem to notice however, he was too entranced with the shelves and shelves of confectionary.

“Candy. And we are only here for Sam’s Snickers so don’t get your hopes up,”  you pushed your cart away from him, focusing on double checking the projected list for anything you’d missed.

Thor pouted, spinning his cart in front of yours to bring you to a stop. You looked up at him, instantly being sucked into those puppy dog eyes of his and sighed.

“You can get three candies, no more,” you wagged your finger at him, trying to sound stern. Thor squealed happily, like a child and ran around the aisle as you scanned for Snickers. Just as you were about to reach for a multipack, a large, plastic, bear shaped tub filled with gummy bear sweets blocked your eyeline. You looked up to find Thor holding it in his hands with a big grin stretched across his face.

“This counts as one.”

It was easily twice the size as your head and contained more sugar than was probably able to be humanly consumed, but you couldn’t help but smile.