Summary: The last thing Wanda thought before dusting away was how the love of her life was ripped away from her, right in front of her. The truth just couldn’t be more wrong.
Pairing:Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Trigger Warning: Death, cursing, angst, fluff at the end
Wanda had never really thought about death before her family was ripped away from her. After Pietro’s death, dying had been something that was almost normal to the witch, sadly. She didn’t fear it nor did she really care about it. Every mission she went to she went with a mindset of “I’ll probably die or not, let’s see”. She didn’t think less of herself, she knew the abilities she had. But she did think less of death. She didn’t fear it in any shape or form.
Then you came into the plans and Wanda was whipped immediately. The way you carried yourself, how you looked after everyone and kept everything together even in the toughest situations. She was so in love with you and your persona after knowing you for just a few weeks.
And you made her better in her opinion. You gave her a reason to actually live through the missions. Something to come home to. But it also made her fear again, not her own death but yours. It haunted her in her dreams, that someday you’d be ripped away from her like everyone else were. She dreaded it, even though you assured her it would be okay. That you’d always come back to her. And you did, even if there were some close calls, you always came back to her.
Then the battle at Wakanda happened.
You were fighting alongside Steve and Thor, using your trusted sword as your weapon. The grip you had on the familiar weapon that had served you for so many years was so tight your knuckles were white. One alien, another. You weren’t sure how long it had been like that. You just kept killing every alien that came across you, time to time helping someone else.. Your body was running on pure adrenaline, your muscles didn’t ache, your body didn’t tire. It was like you were in flow.
Slowly but surely you found yourself with the Avengers by the edge of the forest. The creeps ran down your back but you pushed the thought away. Slicing another alien you gave a cocky smirk to your girlfriend who just shook her head. It was amazing how gorgeous she still looked, even though her face was smeared with alien blood. You tore your gaze away and thrust your weapon into another alien.
Thanos came through the portal. You were one of the last men standing. Steve was down, Bruce was quite literally stuck in stone and Thor was only god knows where. You heard thunder somewhere in the distance. You did your best to stop the mad titan from getting the last stone, Vision. The grunts and cries that left your mouth hurt Wanda so deeply she would’ve rather fought Thanos himself.
“Wan- Ugh, Wanda,” Your shouts were strained and she turned to look at you. The tears were blinding her eyes, your salty waterfalls were already streaming down your cheeks. You looked at Vision knowingly, he knew it too. He nodded. You took another hit before slicing the mad titan to his arm, it barely made him wince.
Whatever it takes.
“Destroy it!”
She shook her head, tears running down her face. Vision was the closest thing she had after you. He was her friend, closest friend she had ever had beside her brother. And you hated that she had to do this, but she was more powerful than you. She was the only one ho could od this. Wanda felt like she was killing you by killing him. You screamed her to do it again and again until your throat was raw.
Thanos hit you square in the head basically and lifted your weak body from the ground by your neck.
“You’re weak, small… a pathetic little human,” his voice gnarled as he looked down at you. Your face started to go red, but it did not falter.
“I… am… not… giving up,” You looked at him with determination, your hands on his gigantic wrist and felt the sharp blade enter your stomach. He dropped you on the ground and the last thing you’d ever hear was the pained cries of your girlfriend, who was holding back the mad Titan, destroying the stone and watching the life slowly bleed out of you.
***
Wanda didn’t fear death, not if you were gone too. It was done, they had lost. Thanos snapped the gauntlet and a weird feeling filled the witch. She held your limp body on her lap, watching as the normally rosy cheeks were paling. Her gaze moved to the sky and she felt her feeling numbing. It wasn’t worth to fight anymore if you were gone now too. As life slowly moved away from her body, she could almost hear your laugh in the distance. Your voice filled her head, memories flashing by her eyes.
I’ll be with you soon…
But she wouldn’t.
The opposite actually.
The surgery was difficult, especially since half of the medication staff had disappeared in Wakanda. Really it was a miracle you even survived. Twice your heart flat lined but they got it back working. Natasha had been there the whole time, following as you were unconsciously fighting for your life, holding back tears every time the heart monitor made a flat sound.
Then they moved you to the HQ. Steve, Thor, Natasha, Rocket, Carol the whole team went to find Thanos and rewind the whole mess. It didn’t go the way they expected it to go through. It was impossible to bring everyone back. The stones were gone. You woke up while they were gone. To say you were panicking was an understatement. Half of the population was gone, the news was filled with sorrow and families looking for each other.
And now you were going to have to live without Wanda forever. It made you wish you would’ve actually died. It would have been less painful that way.
Five years. You didn’t speak with anyone about it, you woke up, trained, went outside and helped the less fortunate. Then got back home and went to sleep. Repeat, that over and over again for five years. The sword was in a trunk, buried deep under all of the books and letters there was. You hadn’t even cleaned it from the battle. You couldn’t see it. You couldn’t bear that. A couple of times you fell into a drinking spiral but there was always someone, usually Steve or Natasha to help you back onto your feet.
The miracle called Scott Lang felt too good to be real once he came. Five years, five fucking years, the slowest years of your life and now there was a man talking about time traveling. At first, it was too good to be true, it wasn’t… it couldn’t work. It would be nearly impossible. Nearly.
But you did it anyway. And lost another member.
Then Bruce snapped and you waited. The HQ went silent, Clint’s phone rang and his wife spoke. The man broke into tears right then and there, that was the moment you knew… you knew she was back. Somewhere. One phone call away. As you went to grab your phone the whole place blew up and the hell was loose. You were fortunate enough to not be completely buried by the building.
Somehow you had managed to find your trusted sword in the middle of all the mess, it still had the blood of the old aliens on it as you had not used it after the battle on Wakanda. You felt determination fill you and you gripped your weapon tightly in your hands as the portals around you and Steve appeared. Literal chills ran down our back and legs and you coudln’t wipe off a smirk from your face when the alien army in front of you watched gobsmacked. Your feet tingled, you couldn't stay still. You already wanted to face the titan and fulfill your promise to him.
“Avengers…” Steve breathed out. “Assemble”
And like that, you were fighting again. Left and right, fury filling you. The aliens were dropping dead by your feet faster than Thor could summon the hammer. It was rather scary, to be honest. The small teenaged boy Peter had to keep away from you in case you didn’t recognize him, not that you’d ever actually hurt your own team members. It was still quite intimidating how many aliens you made a pile of in just a couple of minutes. It reminded them why you were made an avenger in the first place.
It was when Thanos was walking towards the gauntlet you saw her again. And holy shit was she gorgeous. Not aged a day, unlike you who was five years older. Wanda’s eyes were red, literally like glowing and the familiar swirls Hydra had given her were dangerously big and glowing ever so brightly. Her voice was venomous as she spoke to the Mad Titan in anger and fury, chest heaving up and down.
“You took, everything from me.”
“I don’t even know who you are.”
“You will,” She said monotone and levitated upwards, her arms resting on either side of her. You followed as she kept punching the titan with all of her powers. Her whole body was glowing in a different way, you hadn’t ever seen her so… mad. She was dangerously angry. And you couldn’t help but applause her for it. It was kinda hot, to be honest.
When Thanos ordered the shooting you snapped out of your trance. Wanda was still holding him back, not caring if she was smashed to death. Once an energy ball hit her, missing her just by a foot she fell over on the ground, momentarily losing her hold on the mad titan. One of his soldiers took notice of the action and went to raise their sword, ready to plunge it into Wanda’s body.
“Not my fucking girlfriend you asshole,” You grumbled as you ran at the alien and made sure to shove your sword straight through its neck, the only weak spot in their armor. The alien tried to move, to do anything to get out of the pain but you just twisted the sword tighter, until the soldier fell onto the ground and left you there, breathless and a splash of odd colored blood on your chest, neck, and face.
Wanda’s knees buckled underneath her when she saw you. Her eyes returned into their respectful but not any less beautiful color you hadn’t seen in so long. She breathed out your name, so softly you couldn’t even hear it, you could only see her mouth your name like it was just the two of you in the comfort of your bed.
You took her into your arms and you sat on the ground, holding her head against your shoulder and her waist against yours. It was the best feeling you had felt in five years. Her scent you had on your old clothes now filled your nose and refreshed your memory. Her red hair tickled you face as you moved to kiss her.
“Not everything,” You mumbled against her lips and Wanda couldn’t do anything else than sob dryly. Her hands went to your face and she leaned her forehead against you.
Request: Anon- I have been sick with COVID . But reading your stories has helped. Wondering if you could write a story about yelenax reader (romantic or platonic) where Yelena is worried as the reader is in the hospital sick. Thanks!
Word Count: 444
Author: Charlotte
“You can see her for a second, but she does need to rest.”
The nurse tried to speak calmly to Yelena, but she didn’t listen. All that Yelena cared about was getting into the room to see you, having already threatened to end the life of several medical professionals when they refused to let her see you earlier. She barged into the room rushing over to your hospital bed, not caring for anything that got into her way.
She leant down towards you, clasping one of your hands in hers making sure to miss the cannula that was taped down to the reverse of that hand.
“Are you okay?” Yelena asked. “They wouldn’t tell me anything.”
“Have you been causing trouble?” You said with a pained smile causing yourself to cough, sending pain through your body.
You peered over to the nurse, whose face provided you more than enough information on how your girlfriend had reacted in you time since you’d been admitted to the hospital.
“They claim I am not family, but they are able to be persuaded,” she frowned. “I wasn’t going to leave you in this place on your own, especially not without knowing what was going on.”
You mustered up as much energy as you could to squeeze Yelena’s hand to try and reassure her.
“There’s not much to tell yet. They think that it’s to do with my lungs but until I can get in for a scan in the morning, they won’t know. They’ve started running tests so who knows what they’ll find.”
It was annoying to not know what was going on but you already had tubes and wires coming out of everywhere, so you had to trust your doctors and nurses in doing the best for you.
“You were unconscious,” she huffed. “I thought you died.”
“I’m sorry that I scared you-“
“I wasn’t scared.”
Yelena cut you off to correct you, still not capable of accepting any form of weakness about her.
“Sorry,” you said. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I don’t know what happened but thank you for getting me to the hospital so quickly.”
Yelena rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t going to just leave you on the floor.
You attempted to shoot Yelena an unimpressed look but the nasal cannula limited your ability to move your nose.
“Well depending on what it is, I could have died, so I appreciate you saving me and also staying by my side.”
“I’m not going anywhere, no matter what those people say.”
The nurse in the doorway let out a sign, knowing that even if you were an easy patient, Yelena would make things difficult.
Request:@xxxtwilightaxelxxx - Okay heres another one, may I request a Wanda Maximoff one where she comes home from a long mission and when she does it all seems to be quiet which is odd but then she hears her gf yn crying and immediately springs into action ready to defend her gf when it turns out yn is watching something and crying over it, but of course jolts when Wanda appears out of no where, not having received a message. Ends with tired Wanda teasing yn a bit over it while yn gives her all the cuddles she needs and deserves. Please and thank you, hope this is okay
Word Count: 445
Author: Charlotte
Having an avenger as a girlfriend had its highlights and its tribulations. You loved Wanda with all of your heart, but it did mean that she would be away from home often for extended periods of time to go on missions. It was hard to have her gone for so long, often without a certain timeframe along with the dangerous type of job that she did.
You tried your best to make the most of the time that you had alone at home, often getting some extra chores done and some extra reading without distraction. This time you had ended up in a reading block, so settled on a few movies to make your way through. You’d settled done one evening a week or so after Wanda had left and watched a film. You didn’t know what it was about, but it ended up being far sadder than you expected. Tears had tumbled down your face, soaking into the front of your pyjama top as you ugly sobbed throughout the film.
All of your attention had been on the sad scenes on the screen, so intensely that you hadn’t heard Wanda come home, not until she appeared in the living room, red waves extending from her hands as she frantically looked around.
You couldn’t help but scream when she rushed into the room, having not expected to see her that day at all, let alone without hearing her enter the home.
“What’s wrong?” She asked clasping onto your arms. “What happened?”
It took you a second to settle your panicked breathing to figure out what was going on and why she seemed so worried.
“What do you mean?” You questioned.
“Why are you crying?”
Your panic immediately faltered as you giggled at your girlfriend’s expression.
“Nothing’s wrong,” you smiled. “I was watching a sad film.”
The red swirls from her hands disappeared as her eyebrows furrowed whilst she looked down at you.
“I was worried,” she berated. “I don’t see you for a week and come home to hearing you sob; I didn’t know what had happened.”
You opened your arms for her, and she happily obliged, sitting down with you on the sofa in your arms, in a long-missed embrace.
“How was the mission?” You asked, playing with her long reddish-brown hair.
“Tiring,” she sighed. “I am just happy to be home with you.”
She pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before turning her attention to the film that was still playing on the screen. “What are you watching?”
“It’s almost finished, but we can watch another film together?” You offered.
Wanda nodded her head, settling back into the cuddle on the sofa.
Request: Anon- Hi can I request a Clint Barton x reader romantic relationship The reader getting hurt during a mission and then find out she’s pregnant?
Word Count: 452
Author: Charlotte
Clint did as he said and got you out of the building in under the five minutes, he had expected it to take. As soon as he got you into the helicopter, he was demanding every ounce of medical assistance that they could offer for you. Even with him being a worrier and a bit of a hindrance to those trying to help you, they had managed to secure the wound until you could get to the hospital. A myriad of tests was run on you to make sure you were okay before the wound was cleaned and fixed up.
He had stayed by your side the whole time. No matter how many times medical professionals suggested that he go to get a drink or something to eat, he was glued to the seat next to you until you were given a clear bill of health.
With your wound bandaged up and ready to heal on its own, you were redressed in something less blood-sodden and waiting sat on the edge of the hospital bed, legs dangling down, for the doctor to return.
“You need to take it easy,” Clint berated, stopping you from reaching for your handbag an arm’s length on the bed. “You aren’t going back into the field for a long time.”
“No, I don’t,” you sighed. “It’s fine. Give me a week and I’ll be good as new.”
Before he could tell you off, your doctor had returned to your room.
“I have your discharge papers,” the doctor smiled.
“So, is everything okay?” You checked.
The doctor nodded. “Everything came back fine, but there was one thing that we didn’t expect. I’m not sure if you are aware but you are pregnant.”
Everything paused. You had discussed starting a family and although it was something you both wanted, you weren’t on a timeframe nor did you have any direct plans, meaning this pregnancy was wanted but certainly not planned.
“I’m pregnant?” You croaked; your mouth instantly dry. “Was everything okay?”
“Yes, you are, everything seems normal, but we suggest you get an appointment with your obstetrician to make sure.”
The doctor wished you well, heading off to their next patient.
You turned your attention to your husband who had a bright smile on his face. He jumped up as soon as the door closed and scooped you up into a hug, doing his best to avoid hurting your bullet wound.
“We’re having a baby,” he grinned.
“I can’t believe it,” you smiled. “I really can’t believe that I’m pregnant.”
“I’m so happy,” he whispered, his joy overwhelming him and forcing tears into his eyes. “But I promise you aren’t going into the field for a very long time.”
Request: Anon- Hi can I request a Clint Barton x reader romantic relationship The reader getting hurt during a mission and then find out she’s pregnant?
Word Count: 493
Author: Charlotte
You grabbed another arrow from your quiver prepared for your next encounter with anyone. Clint kicked down the next door, leaving you to cover him if any of the HYDRA agents were in the office that you were about to enter. As soon as you saw the HYDRA patch on the uniform, you released your arrow before preparing a second to shoot at the second agent in the room. Both men fell to the floor. You each rushed to one of the agents, taking any weapons, keys or identification from them, knowing that they would likely come in handy.
“See if this works,” you said to your husband, throwing over the key card that you had found in the agent’s shirt pocket.
Clint rushed to the computer whilst you went the opposite way to the door. You closed it, pushing a chair under the handle. It wouldn’t necessarily stop anyone getting in for long, but it would give you enough notice to be able to fight back instead of being caught unawares.
You had originally met Clint when you were training as SHIELD agents, becoming close friends and blossoming a romance. It didn’t take long before you were seasoned agents and married and then became avengers together. He was your partner in life, marriage and work, neither of you doing much without having the other there.
You made your way over to the computer where Clint was working his way to get into it to gain the files that you had been sent for.
“Do we have everything to get in?” You questioned.
“I think so,” he said, half listening but mainly focusing on what he was doing.
For the second you had focused on your husband, you hadn’t paid any attention to the two men that were on the floor. By the time you heard one of them move, you already had a gun pointed at you. You reached for one of the pistols you had taken from them but as you managed to point it back at him and pull the trigger, the bullet had already ripped through your shoulder.
You let out a scream, Clint grabbing hold of you before you could stumble back onto the desk behind you. With you in one arm, he moved to press his communication device.
“Y/N is down,” he shouted. “Medevac now! We’ll be at the west exit in five.”
“No,” you groaned. “I’m fine, we can finish.”
He shook his head. “We’re getting you help, fuck this mission, I’m not losing you.”
You knew that there was no point in arguing with him. You loved Clint dearly, but you knew that he could be stubborn, especially when it came to your wellbeing.
“He had an ankle holster, I didn’t see it,” you grunted. “I’m sorry.”
Clint grabbed anything that he could find before grabbing hold of you to help support you as he would help you get out of the building.
Request:@xxxtwilightaxelxxx - And lastly, a Carol Danvers one where she gets sent a picture of goose wearing a tie and collar from her gf yn and finds it cute, surprised goose let her do it. But when she comes home finds goose now wearing on of those fake lion manes you put over around their heads. Only to find yn has bought various outfits from bowties to booties to full outfits like tuxedos and halloween ones and has been taking pictures and videos of goose to show Carol when she comes back. Of course Carol finding this super cute but even more surprised goose let her do it. Until she assumes that goose really enjoys this and the affection she gets from yn. Okay please and thank you and hope the three ive sent weren’t too long and too detailed lol have a lovely day/evening
Word Count: 467
Author: Charlotte
Having cuddled up with your pet flerken, you had struggled to stay awake, leaving the two of you snuggled up on the sofa and dozing off. With Carol away working somewhere on the other side of the universe, you enjoyed the company of Goose, making the most of the time the two of you got alone. With Carol’s work you rarely knew when she was actually going to come home, her schedule often changing frequently, leaving you pleasantly surprised whenever she did finally return to you.
Today she woke you up. You jumped awake, having fallen asleep with only a flerken in the house, but as soon as you saw Carol’s smile, you realised that it wasn’t someone having broken into your home.
“You’re home,” you lazily smiled, propping yourself up on your elbows, the flerken on your lap stretching out, having also just woken up.
“I finished up early and came home, I should be back for at least the next week,” she stated. “I do have a question though.”
“What?”
Carol looked down at her flerken before looking back up at you. “Why is Goose dressed as a lion?”
Your eyes became wide. You had hoped that Carol wouldn’t have seen the costume that Goose was wearing, normally having it removed before she was even on the same planet as you, but seen as you fell asleep, you hadn’t had a chance to hide it. The orange cat-like creature was contently sat on your lap, a fluffy mane around his face.
“He looks cute,” you smiled innocently. “And I think he likes it.”
“I’m surprised you still have your hands after putting that on him. I can’t believe he let you do that and that he fell asleep in it.”
You moved Goose to the sofa beside you as you made your way around to the side of the sofa.
“I have a little secret to do with what Goose and I get up to when you’re not home.”
You pulled out the box that you had slotted behind the sofa and hidden from your girlfriend since you had been living together. Moving the box onto the arm of the sofa, you opened it, revealing numerous cat-sized costumes and a small stack of photographs. You handed her the pictures.
“I dress him up whenever you’re gone. I didn’t think he’d let me at first, but I think he likes it, or at least he tolerates it,” you shrugged.
Carol flicked through the pictures, looking at Goose dressed up in a variety of different costumes.
“I don’t know whether to be mad that you hid this from me or to be happy at how adorable he is,” she sighed. “But for now you should be relieved that Goose likes you enough to dress him like that.”
Request: Anon- Bucky Barnes and “I love you more than anything in this world” pleas❤️
Word Count: 502
Author: Charlotte
Hospitals rooms were almost like a second home for you. Fighting crime and being a general badass led to regular injuries and as long as you could come out of the hospital at some point it seemed like a win. Whenever you went on missions, you were almost certain to get hurt, so you just hoped for minor injuries but this time it wasn’t as you had wanted. You had been distracted in the midst of a fight that you hadn’t noticed a different person with a gun. The bullet had ripped through your abdomen, leaving you in a pool of your own blood. You had luckily not been alone, and Bucky had been able to take them both out before getting you medical assistance, but past him calling for help, you had lost consciousness.
When you had awoken, the bright lights of the hospital room burned your eyes terribly. Next to you sat Bucky, whilst a woman in a nurse’s uniform stood sorting out the machine that you were hooked up to. You tried to sit up, but both of the people rushed to your side to gently push you back into the bed.
“You need your rest,” the nurse said softly. “You have been given some pretty strong pain medication, so you might feel drowsy or confused. I’ll just go get your doctor to explain everything for you now that you’re awake.”
She shuffled out of the room, leaving you alone with Bucky. He seemed relieved to see you awake, having seen the extent of the damage that the shot had done to you.
“How are you feeling?” He asked.
The nurse had been right, your mind seemed like it was in a fog, and you didn’t seem to have any energy to fight off the thoughts that came into your head from escaping out of your mouth.
“I’m glad you’re here,” you smiled, struggling to keep your eyes fully open. “I wouldn’t want anyone else here.”
Bucky didn’t really know what you meant seen as you hadn’t answered his question at all.
“Of course, I wasn’t going to leave you here on your own.”
You lazily held onto his hand, your grip weak and half of your fingers fallen from his palm.
“I love you more than anything in this world,” you whispered.
It had been something you had felt for as long as you had known him but seen as you were unable to control your thoughts, you let yourself say more than you had ever thought you could until you regretted it all when the medication had worn off. Little had you known, he had felt the same, but he couldn’t help but feel disappointed to learn of your feelings now that you weren’t fully there in your mind.
With a pained heart, he gave your hand a tight squeeze. “When you feel better, we can talk about it.”
You nodded your head before your eyelids finally became too heavy for you to fight to keep open.
Request: Anon- Bucky Barnes and “I put everything on hold for you”
Word Count: 1070
Author: Charlotte
As they saying goes ‘tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. You couldn’t have agreed any less with that status. When you first met James Buchanan Barnes, you fell head over heels and your courtship was completely perfect in your eyes. He had a kind and loving heart, and made you feel good about yourself in ways you hadn’t without him. You couldn’t have imagined life without him, not even when he was to head off to war, you felt unstoppable, and would have sworn that he would come home to you, and you only felt that confirmed when he proposed to you before he got on the train to leave for the army.
By no means were you naïve. You knew the dangers of war, even with the main fight far away from you, you were not blind to the damage it was causing but the fog of young love forbade you from thinking that even war could get in the way of the two of you. How blind you had been. He didn’t return to you and the reality of that never truly set in, such an intense pain could not be felt without destroying you. Steve apologised for losing him, for not having done more but you didn’t blame him, you were just grateful that he was safe.
Your life crumbled from that day. Who you had been as the future Mrs Barnes was lost with your fiancé, and you were just left as a shell of the person you once were. You needed a distraction and Steve introduced you to his friend Peggy who was able to find you a job and once he disappeared, you only went deeper into it.
Once the war ended, the rumours of something continuing to rumble under the surface and as people had once believed the research into super soldiers weren’t put on hold. You had nothing else to live for and put yourself forward for being a guinea pig, not caring about what happened to you. You didn’t die though, you suffered the experiments, but you came out as a new you, still damaged by the pain in your heart, still grieving and anger-filled but now with unknown levels of powers. The scientists had put you through strenuous tests after to see what had happened to you, and as your powers became clearer, you did what your fiancé had always done best, fought for the little guy.
You’d never be Captain America, but you were a hero to New York, able to use your powers for good, keeping your head down in fighting crime, never getting close to another person again. One power they hadn’t anticipated was longevity. It wasn’t clear at first, not until everyone around you had aged a decade, and you looked like not a day had passed. With every year it only became clearer that you were still physically in your mid-twenties whilst everyone else continued to age. Over seven decades later, you could only be grateful for having not made connections as those you had grown up with were mainly passed, whilst you looked like you were still in your prime.
It felt like you would be hero for eternity, keeping to yourself but helping all that you could. One night you returned to your small apartment and flicked on the tv to see that Steve Rogers had exited the ice and all the past came back. You didn’t contact him. You couldn’t but after he was making headlines for a few years, you no longer had a choice as he had heard of the woman with powers in his hometown and investigated. He could have never imagined that it would be you. You reconnected reluctantly but dismissed him whenever he mentioned Bucky, not believing him when he told you he was still alive and not willing to let yourself get hurt again.
Steve knew how much you cared about Bucky and wasn’t going to let you continue to dwell in the pain that had consumed you for nearly a century. He invited you to the Avengers Compound, just for a chat, and you agreed, not realising it was a set up. You sat with him sipping at your coffee when the door behind Steve opened, revealing the man you had mourned for longer than you had been by his side.
“Bucky,” you croaked, the mug from your hand dropping, shattering onto the ground below you.
“Y/N,” he said, a pained smile curling onto his lips.
Every emotion that you had tried to bury deep down within you all that time ago reappeared and you lost all control that you had tried to cling onto. You pushed your chair away from the table, storming over towards the man you had never believed that you would see again.
“I thought you were dead,” you shouted. “I thought that I would never see you again. I put everything on hold for you.”
Bucky and Steve exchanged a look, having not had any idea that you would react like this, not knowing why you would shout at him.
“I have never stopped loving you,” you said, still shouting but tears beginning to fall down your cheek. “I could never stop loving you.”
As the sorrow you had tried to hide for so long surged from within you, Bucky reached out a hand to gently touch your shoulder, forcing you to make eye contact with him, both of you in tears.
“I’ve always loved you, doll,” he smiled tearfully.
You let yourself break, falling into his arms, in a tight, long missed embrace. The two of you stood entwined together for longer than normal, neither of you wanting to let go of the one thing that had been missing from you. The hug stretched on as Bucky guided his hands down your arms to hold onto your own hands, but paused when he felt something on your finger. He looked down at the small stone sitting on a simple band that had not been removed since he had placed it there all those years ago.
“You still have your ring,” he whispered, surprised that you had kept it for so long.
You shrugged your shoulders. “Getting cold feet after all this time, Barnes?”
A small laugh escaped him.
“I still stick by making you my wife even after the longest engagement.”
Tony throws a party, and you have no shortage of admirers. But where does your heart really lie? And why does Thor have a glittery beard? (Reader is Tony’s sister)
When Loki said those words he knew it wouldn’t change anything - it wasn’t his intention neither. Althought he was going to jail, he knew himself and probably he would trace a plan to escape. Nevertheless, if he did, he wouldn’t have the chance to be with you. Probably that was the last time you saw him as Loki, so it was now or never.
“How long have you felt this way?” you asked, nervousness running all across your veins at the sound of his voice.
Loki smiled sadly, trying to hide the emotion of his real feelings. ”Years.” he replied.
Bucky observed fascinated how all the little girls danced at their ballet lesson, speccially how his little girl did. Shine could be appreciated in Bucky’s eyes. He had been a good dancer when he lived in Brooklyn, so dancing for him was something special.
“Fathers, it’s your turn.” said your daughter’s teacher, raising his hands in an attempt to introduce them into the dance. The brown-haired girl run into Bucky’s arms, wanting to come back to his lesson.
“Follow my steps, daddy. Do whatever I do.” she said when they both reach out their positions.
Although he had never practiced ballet, it was quite cute to imitate the little girl’s movements.
“Pietro!”you exclaimed when you saw the tall figure of your boyfriend crossing all the multitude that were asking for your autograph or just admiring you from the distance. He knew that your dream had always been being casted in an opera to be the main star so it didn’t suprised you when he attended your first show. Nevertheless, he had attended all your shows since then. “How have I been?” .
“You have been breathtaking, princessa. Just like always.”
“I don’t like him, that’s all.” Pietro simplified as he walked along with his twin, who was trying to manipulate him. That was what he thought.”She’s too young.”
“It isn’t a big deal, Pietro.” Wanda replied. “Actually, it’s quite cute: she gets super shy around him.”
“He does as well.”
“And that’s what makes it cuter.They have a crush on each other and they don’t know the other does.”
It was obvious. Wanda loved the fact that you had a crush, especially if that lucky guy was someone as good as Peter. No one could be better for you that him.
“You know nobody is better for her than Peter.” Pietro stopped walking and look at Wanda, then sight. “Just let her be a teenager.”
A/N: I TRIED SOMETHING NEW, SO I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY!
WARNING- SMUT, 18+ MATERIAL. DO NOT READ UNDER THE AGE OF 18
This mission was different than most, only four of you had been chosen to dive into the world of Hydra and attempt to extract valuable information to take Hydra down. Steve and Buck were on the other side of the compound while Sam and yourself were on the other side attempting to breach the communication center to take over their eyes and ears.
Bullets whizzed past your head as you turned down a darkened hallway, the gasp that escaped your lips seemed deadly as you reloaded you weapon. You could hear the assailants getting closer to your corner as you continued to reload as fast as your human body could move. You may be assassin but you could only move so quickly.
As you went to make your move, aiming for their heads. Sam went to pull you back, in his eyes back to safety, in yours to be a pain in the ass.
“Let me go, now.” You gritted through your teeth as his grip loosened, you went to turn the corner again but only came face to face with Bucky and Steve. They had taken down every assailant before turning to you, taking in your annoyed expression.
The glare you were sending their way was fatal, they did this every single time. Every time they thought you wouldn’t be able to handle the heat on your own. So of course, this is nothing different, but this time you weren’t biting your tongue about it.
“I had it; you should have let me finish this damn mission.” You grunted, pushing past them before making your way to the Quinjet.
You sat in your seat, running your battered hands through your long hair. You could feel blood running down your cheeks, most likely from a cut on your forehead, as your hair kept sticking to it.
“Dammit” You said, throwing your gear across the Quinjet, the anger still radiating off of you as you heard the guys loading their stuff back onto the jet before heading back to Stark Tower.
“You good?” Sam asked as he took a seat next to you before Bucky and Steve loaded up.
You were holding back tears as you looked at him, “Honestly- no. I am so over feeling un-helpful when I know I’m good at my job. I know I can do this. But he thinks I can’t- The fucking Winter Solider, my own damn boyfriend thinks I can’t do my own job. And now I am too the point I want to leave.” You said, a single tear running down your cheek as you made eye contact with Sam.
He just gave you this look of sadness, “Don’t do that, you can’t leave.”
“Can’t leave what?” Bucky said trying to catch your eyes and you looked to the floorboards. He was trying to read your face, but you weren’t going to give anything away- not to him.
“None of your business, Barnes” You hissed at him as he sulked into his seat next to Steve as the Quinjet was being fired up.
You just closed your eyes trying not to focus on the events of today, you just wanted to be back at the tower and in your room away from everyone else.
Before you knew it the Quinjet was touching down again, the rough landing drew you from your slumber. You looked around checking your surroundings before gathering your things.
You quickly stepped out of the jet, making your way to your room. You were halfway off the helipad before someone grabbed your arm, spinning you towards them.
Of course, it was no other than Sargent James Buchanan Barnes, the man who you love when he doesn’t turn into a complete ass.
“What is the problem? I saved you ass back there” He said, glaring down at me.
“You- you are my fucking problem” You said, tearing your arm away from him and made your way back to your room in the tower.
You could not make it to your room faster, the door sliding behind you brought the blissful silence that you so deeply needed. A loud sigh escaped past your lips as you laid down your gear, carefully stripping off your uniform. Gasping as it slipped past a large bruise forming on your upper shoulder.
You made your way to your large bathroom, turning the shower on the steam quickly filling the large space. Looking in the mirror, you took in your appearance. An expansive cut was your forehead, dried blood stuck to your forehead and cheeks, even the evidence of a black eye forming.
A sigh escaped your lips as you stepped under the steaming water, the hot feeling good on your bruised and battered body. The water slowly turning a reddish-brown color due to the blood streaming off your body.
Closing your eyes, you just thought about the mission and how you wish it had gone differently. You knew you could handle the mission, but of course Buck thought you can’t do anything without breaking a nail or accidentally shooting yourself in the foot.
You just shook your head trying to focus on anything else but the mission and how you were being treated. The bubbles from your shampoo mixed with the steamy water, as you just tried to relax.
Could you really step away from the Avengers? Could you really just leave this new world? Could you step away from Bucky forever?
You left out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in as you turned the water off, your stomach growled as you dried yourself off. Trying to think about what tomorrow could bring, you threw on your pajamas, also meaning shorts and a large hoodie with fuzzy socks.
You tossed your wet hair over your shoulder as you made your way to the kitchen, just praying that everyone was still in their rooms or even better asleep. You could hear the peanut butter calling your name as you rounded the corner, only to come face to face with the one person you were trying to avoid.
“Hey Baby” He said, looking up from his files that were spread around the kitchen island, multiple pictures of former Hydra members scattered around with their own individual files.
You barely looked at him as you opened the kitchen cabinet, pulling out the crunchy peanut butter and a spoon. Leaning against the counter you just kept sparing him looks as his brow was scrunched together as he read more of his files.
“You want to stop looking at me or are you going to talk to me?” He grumbled at you, looking up from his files. The bruising on his face was noticeable, and so was the split lip he was sporting. Clearly you weren’t the only one who had some reminders of today’s mission.
You just smirked at him, you were annoyed with him and you weren’t going to engage in whatever he thought he was going to get away with saying to you.
Placing your spoon in the sink, you started to stroll back out of the kitchen just barely passing Bucky. You felt his metal hand wrap around your wrist, making you stop in place.
“I don’t want to talk to you” You said bluntly, trying to pull your already bruised wrist out of his cold hand.
“Well too bad- we need to talk about today. Cause you clearly have some kind of problem with me and how I do my job on missions” He said, turning towards you before standing to his feet causing you to step back as his height overtook your small frame.
“I don’t want to talk about this with you. I have absolutely nothing to say about today. I don’t want to talk to you, okay? Get that through your head please. I am so tired of people trying to protect me and keep me from doing my job. So please- leave me the hell alone Buck.” You said, standing your ground. It was a clear a fight was coming, and you didn’t have the energy to even try to defend yourself or your actions.
“I was trying to protect you! And everyone else on that mission, that is something we need to talk about. Not you ignore me because you’re mad at me cause I stepped in your way. You know I couldn’t live with myself if something was to happen to you.” He said, trying to step towards you more but you kept stepping back away from him.
“Are you kidding me? You think you are so high and mighty, and you aren’t Bucky. You aren’t as special as you think you are! I was perfectly fine until you stepped in my way! I know how to do my job, but I cannot do it when you are all over me.” You finally screamed at him, clearly frustrated by the man you had come to care and love.
“Maybe next time don’t try and get yourself killed! Then maybe I wouldn’t be so obligated to come save your stupid ass” He screamed back, watching the tears stream down your face.
You let out a deep breath, tears continuing to dampen your flustered cheeks, you turned towards the door attempting to walk away from this toxic situation.
You wanted nothing more than to escape this tower, escape from him and his ego. You were just so done.
Before you could pass through the doorway- his metal hand wrapped around your bruised wrist, spinning you close into his chest.
“Let me go Bucky” The anger evident in your voice and you attempted to pull your wrist away from him.
His eyes darkened as he looked at you, analyzing every feature of your face before speaking.
“That’s Sargent to you.” A smirk appearing on his face as he closed the distant between you, his lips on yours as the metallic taste of blood danced on your tongue from his split lip.
A slight moan escaped from your lips as the kiss continued to intensify, you gently pulled at his matted hair causing a guttural sound to escape his lips. His lips pulled away slowly looking for the sweet spot under your jaw that makes you go crazy.
“Oh Buck…” You moaned loudly, your voice bouncing off the kitchen walls. It would like your moan was in utter surround sound.
He pulled away, darkened eyes looking deep into your eyes before speaking in a low tone, “That’s not my name angel.”
You leaned in close, your hot breath hitting his ear, “Oh I’m sorry…. Sargent Barnes”
A shutter rippled through his body as he threw you over his shoulder, making his way over to Tony’s new and very expensive couch. Tossing you down, the armrest digging into your bruised back, only causing a moan to escape from you.
“Tony is going to kill us…” You moaned as he rutted his hips against yours, slowly grinding against your clothed heat. But that only added to the pleasure as you were already dripping wet.
“I don’t care” He silently moaned against your ear, as he found his way to your sweet spot under your jaw once again. Leaving a liter of hickey’s as he made his way down your body, slowly stripping you of your hoodie. Your nipples becoming hard as the cold air rushed onto your exposed skin.
A low moan escaped from you as he made his way down your neck before working his way to your breasts. He shot you a small glance as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, the contact sending your eyes to roll back into your head. The pleasure taking over your body, you were ready to give everything to this man.
You grinded your hips against his, your juices continuing to leak from you as you were a moaning mess under him. He made his way back up to your lips, kissing them so gently as he stripped off his shirt, and began to remove your shorts which barely covered anything.
You let out a shaky breath as he grazed your clit with his metal fingers, which only caused a ripple of pleasure to travel through you. He couldn’t help but smirk at the bucking of your hips.
“You’re leaking baby” He said, rubbing his thumb across your clit almost too slow for your liking. He knew exactly what he was doing as he continued to press his thumb into your clit, as he slowly enters two fingers into your leaking cunt. You couldn’t help yourself as your eyes rolled back into your head, the pleasure building inside of you.
Your legs began to tremble as your orgasm was quickly approaching, you could hear the wet sounds of your cunt as he continued to press his fingers deep inside of you, hitting your most sensitive spot.
“Please- I’m gonna…Sargent…” You began to pant out as your legs continue to tremble even more.
“Go.” Was all he had to say before you came undone under him, you became a mess of moans as you felt your cunt pulse around his fingers as he continued to pump in and out of you.
“I need you…” You said as you grinded your leaking cunt against his hand even more, he couldn’t help but groan as he fished his thick length out of his sweats. His tip was swollen, and red with precum started to leak.
He stroked himself a few times before guiding himself to your opening, stretching your cunt to accommodate his size. He gave you no time to adjust before he began thrusting into you at a fast speed.
The frantic pace was too much for your pleasure riddled body as you could feel your cunt started to pulse again, your orgasm was only seconds away. You arched your back as the orgasm began to overwhelm your body, sending your eyes straight back into your head.
He threw his head back as he felt his high approaching, he just took in the glorious appearance under him as you continued to fall apart under him.
“I’m close” He moaned as he continued to hit your sensitive spot with such force, only causing the pleasure to increase even more.
“Fill me up….” Was all you worked out in-between your panting. He smiled down at you before snapping his hips one more time, spilling hit warm seed deep inside of you. Only causing you to pulse even more around his throbbing dick.
He collapsed on top of you, just taking in this moment and taking in you.
“I love you… only you” You said as you pushed his matted, sweaty hair out of his face. A smile appeared on his face, as he pressed his lips to yours, hard.
“I love you so much” He said, brushing your wet hair out of your face, taking in every feature as he continued to study you.
You opened your mouth to say something when a voice came over the loudspeaker, “Mr. Stark would like to inform you that you owe him a new couch And also to say that was more than disturbing”
You both couldn’t help but laugh as the loudspeaker cut out again. In a world where the Winter Solider used to be nothing but a killer. Here he is now, in all his glory as the one man who would do anything to keep your safe.
“Are you kidding me? You think you are so high and mightly and you aren’t Bucky. You aren’t as special as you think you are! I was perfectly fine until you stepped in my way!” You screamed at him, clearly frustrated by the man you had come to love
“Maybe next time don’t try and get yourself killed! Then maybe I wouldn’t be so obligated to come save your stupid ass” He screamed back, watching the tears stream down your face.
You let out a deep breath, tears continuing to wetten your flustered cheeks, you turned towards the door attempting to walk away from this toxic situation.
You wanted nothing more than to escape this tower, escape from him and his ego.
Before you could pass through the doorway- his metal hand wrapped around your bruised wrist, spinning you close into his chest.
“Let me go Bucky” The anger evident in your voice and you attempted to pull your wrist away from him.
His eyes darkened as he looked at you, analyzing every feature of your face before speaking.
“That’s Sargent to you.” A smirk appearing on his face as he closed the distant between you, his lips on yours as the metallic taste of blood danced on your tongue from his split lip.
peter parker + letter H from the fanfic alphabet for anonymous
pairing:peter parker x reader
theme:hurt/comfort
warnings:minor feelings of neglect
fandom:marvel
Peter Parker was a busy guy. Not only was he juggling school and helping his aunt out but he also had a side job that only a few people knew about. That side job being that he was the local web slinger that all of New York knew about, Spider-Man.
Because of how much time Peter had to dedicate to being a superhero, not only was he overworking himself but he was neglecting you. When you first started feeling lonely you didn’t bring it up, feeling guilty for demanding Peter’s time when he was busy saving others. However as of late it was becoming unbearable.
Recently you finally broke down. You and Peter were sitting on one of New York’s many rooftops. Peter offhandedly mentioned how it’s been a while since the two of you got to hang out like this and that’s when it slipped out. “Yeah, I missed you. I thought you forgot about me for a second”.
Blinking in surprise, Peter asked what you meant by that last part. Immediately you wanted to hit yourself for your loose lips. Hesitating, you weren’t sure whether or not you should vent or not but the longer Peter stares at you, the more you feel like you need to speak your mind.
“It’s not that I just miss you because you’re always Spider-Man” you confess, fiddling with the strings of the hoodie that you borrowed from Peter. “I also worry that you’re putting too much pressure on yourself. Heroes deserve breaks too, you know?”.
This must have been the first time Peter realized that you were feeling this way. He thought that his efforts were only exhausting himself but now it was clear that he was not only hurting himself but you too.
You can tell that there’s guilt rising in Peter’s chest. Before you can take back what you said Peter’s shifting toward you to give you a hug. “You’re right,” Peter sighs. “I should take some time off. Would you spend it with me?”.
A soft smile forms on your lips at that. “Of course I will”.
