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Rare marvel content that I’m working on for a friend for her art wall - The Scarlet Witch andPolaris are some of my favorite fictional characters and wanted to draw them with some more of their Jewish/Romani ancestry

Posessive [Pt. 2] - Avengers x Reader

Prompt:the reader is new to the team, and the rest of the team become possessive for her very quickly, even going as far as threatening to kill each other to insure their claim on her.

Warnings: posessive/obsessive behavior, mentions of sex if you squint, kinks

[Sorry for this part two being so short. I’ve just been so inactive for so long that I figured it’s best I give you guys something. Lemme know if you want a part 3? What characters should I add in next if i DO do a part 3?]

“You can’t run forever, you know.”

You knew that—in fact, you were very well aware that no matter where you went, the Avengers would always find their ways back to you. They were a team of superheroes trained specifically to track down their targets, and, unfortunately for you, you were now their target.

After lifting Thor’s hammer, all hell had broken loose. Natasha had been quick to balance herself on her feet, then kick Thor straight in the face once he announced his plans to steal you, causing him to lose his grip on your waist. You’d taken that as your chance to escape the chaos and seek protection elsewhere.

You weren’t exactly sure how, but you’d found yourself standing before Stephen Strange somewhere in New York, who was more than willing to allow you to stay with him as you sorted out your thoughts.

And after staying with him for almost three days, you found yourself building a connection with him. He was kind, selfless and even went as far as to teach you a bit of his ‘magic’, should you need the excess protection. For the record, it was a lot harder than it looked.

“I know,” you responded, “But it doesn’t hurt to try.”

Strange was more than willing to allow you to hide behind him, it somehow gave his confidence a little boost knowing that you relied on him for safety—it gave him a sense of pride. You were like a drug, and it wasn’t taking too long for him to grow unhealthily addicted.

“D'you think they’re still looking for me?”

Stephen flipped the page of his book, a dry chuckle escaping his throat and tutted at you, “of course they are. The Avengers do a hell of a lot of good, Y/N, and they never ask for much in return. SHIELD figures that, giving them some kind of 'recipient’ is a small price to pay for the millions of lived they save when they undergo each mission. In a way, you do belong to them.”

“Recipient?” Strange could almost hear the gears clicking in your head as realization hit you like a truck. “Are you saying I was just their puppy?”

“You’re an important asset to the team, they would never belittle you in that way. I’m not actually sure how to explain it to you, but you know your teammates are oddly obsessed with you. All that matters is how you plan on solving this problem of yours.”

You chuckled humorlessly, “I could hide behind you for the rest of my life.”

Strange ignored the joyful shivers running down his spine at your playful suggestion—he wouldn’t be opposed to that. He wanted you to rely on him more, so much so that you wouldn’t need anybody else—so you wouldn’t want anybody else.

It alarmed him that he too was beginning to grow posessive of you, Strange was afraid he was becoming just like the people you were running from. It made him feel guilty and disgusted, but he tried to relax himself as he remembered that he wasn’t forcing you to be here—youwanted to be here.

That was the only thing that soothed his nerves when he caught himself dreaming of you.

“Be my guest,” he muttered.

***

“Move your hands like this,” Stephen ordered, moving behind you in order to properly adjust your fingers. You felt his chest lightly connect with your back, and your shoulders stiffened.

Something about this was oddly familiar—it reminded you of the moment you had with Bucky a couple weeks ago. Would this turn out to be the same?

Stephen’s fingers diligently manipulated your own, his head tilted inward so that his cheek was gently pressed to your hair. Unlike Bucky, this wasn’t sexually tense—the atmosphere around you was slightly more … passionate. His intentions were pure, though you couldn’t help but doubt that this sudden motion of 'intimacy’ was only fueled from friendship.

But the setting was so perfect—nothing but silence filling his home, which he had welcomed you into so warmly. The lighting was dim, soft, golden—and there was a perfectly good table just a few inches to your left.

“And just imagine what it would look like,” he commanded lowly, his lips were dangerously close to your ear. “how it would sound.”

Hands.

Hands trailing down the sides of your waists, resting on your hips. He pulled you in closer, but for some reason, you didn’t resist.

“How it would … feel.”

Lips.

Warm lips attached themselves to the spot between your neck and your shoulders—perhaps you both had consumed a little too much wine tonight, perhaps you’ve forgotten why you had come here.

But by hiding behind him, you knew you were asking a lot.

Maybe there was a way now that you could repay him.

“It’s late, Y/N,” Strange purred against your ear—he wanted you, but he wouldn’t take you when you were such an emotional wreck. “You should get to bed.”

Or you can come share mine, his mind taunted.

And then it happened: the sound of glass shattering and spreading across the stone tiles, then accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps shifting amongst the floor. You and Strange both turn to the doorway, where in the dim lighting, you can vaguely spot something silver glinting in the shadows.

A familiar long haired male walks through. His dark eyes glint starvingly as they land on you. You should’ve known you couldn’t hide from this one for very long—he was once an asset of HYDRA. Tracking people down was his business.

“Bucky?” You call shakily, and the male takes this as permission to persue. The look in his eyes are fueled with flames; you’d left him with a bit of a manly problem, and his pride was too big for him to handle it himself.

“Playtime is over,” Bucky said bluntly, glaring at Strange. “We’re going home, [Name].”

“Over my dead body.” Strange summoned his shields and stood before you.

Bucky didn’t like that very much.

Strange glanced at you, “RUN!”

And all hell broke loose. Guns were fired and magic unleashed. Normally, you might’ve stayed and watched the scene go down, but the sound of thunder rumbled across the sky, and you knew you didn’t want to stay long enough to see either of them deal with Thor.

You bolted. But you didn’t make it three steps out the door when you were knocked out cold.

———

When you woke up, it was to hands caressing your body. Calloused fingers gently tracing your pretty ab-lines and hands that were big enough to cover your entire stomach. These hands were familiar and the feeling was exquisite, but the situation was terrifying.

“I don’t blame you for running.” He murmured, his body shifted so that it was pressed to yours.

Steve.

“I might have too if I were you.” His breath blew over the base of your neck, his lips lingered over your collarbone where he placed kisses and nibbled and sucked. “But to Strange? That was unexpected.”

“He found me,” You murmured. “I felt safer with him.”

“Hmm,” Steve hummed. His fingers trailed from your belly button, between your breasts, to the corner of your jaw. “I can make you feel safe.”

He moved to hover over you so swiftly, you didn’t even see him do it.

“This isn’t fair.” You snapped. “I’m leaving now.”

You began to rise from the familiar mattress when he pushed you back down.

“Let you go?” He chuckled, “I don’t think you understand, doll.”

Understand?

“You belong to me.”

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