Nightmares

Title: Rough Night (reader x Matt)

Summary: Reader likes Matthew Murdock and goes out after work to find him, only to see him and Karen kissing

Word Count: 1417

A/N: YES MATT YES! Also WHAT 900 FOLLOWERS. I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO SO MUCH. I cannot even fathom that many people. Thank you, so much, from the bottom of my heart

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Anything (Loki x reader)

You should do story where Loki x reader are together during AOU and during Stark’s party when everyone is trying to lift the hammer the reader gives it a try and lifts it. Idk what should happen after that.

//Okay I made a slight change because if (Y/N) could move the hammer that means Asgardian business and that would cause trouble so vv sorry :) // ——————————-

Loki was a large nuisance around the Avengers. Even after he apologized for everything, and managed to get out of his Asgardian prison sentence.

The only one he was kind to was (Y/N). “His (Y/N),” he reminded himself daily.

The way they met would forever be an Avenger favorite. (Y/N) was brought in with very dangerous skills with water. She could control it at her will. Loki thought it suited her very well; the way her movements seemed liquid.

He could watch her for hours. The way her eyes would light up whenever music played. Not the new kind, but classics that had a taste of a different era. She would grab his hand and laugh while they stumbled around the massive lounge.

He loved to run his hands through her wild hair and always stated how opposite her personality contrasted. She was calm with bright eyes and soft skin, and she made everyone look twice when they saw her.

So he had no idea how she had been so taken with him from the beginning. As soon as she caught sight of him standing in her new dwelling, she smiled at him and talked to him for hours about anything and everything; ranging from questioning life to the cuteness of koalas. He was wrapped around her finger quite soon.

He would do anything she asked. Anything, except attend Tony’s monthly parties. He hated the social interaction, and would much rather tuck himself in the library with (Y/N) hooked to his side. (Y/N) however, enjoyed the Avengers’ antics far too much, and always tried to persuade Loki to join in on the fun, to which he politely declined.

So it was at one of Tony Stark’s famous parties, that she sat laughing while the other avengers attempted to lift Thor’s hammer. They all stopped laughing when Steve made it budge. He quickly stopped once he saw Thor’s face and retreated. Thor gave a chuckle, but anyone could tell it was forced.

“Oh, you’re laughing (Y/N), but go ahead and try,” Clint pestered with a grin taking up his face. (Y/N) knew she couldn’t pick it up with her hands so she quickly accumulated the surrounding water supply and pushed it under the hammer until it began to rise.

“That’s cheating, (Y/N)!” Tony screeched at her. She just giggled an agreement out and set the weapon back on the table.

“A worthy display, Lady (Y/N), but I feel that doesn’t deem you worthy,” he chuckled with a raised brow.

“Worthy? How could you be worthy? You’re all killers. You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. There’s only one path to peace… your extinction,” a deep electronic voice emerged from the mangled body of an iron man suit. The Avengers stepped back and looked to Tony in question. They silently listened to the android’s speech until it remarked about killing someone.

“You killed someone?” Steve asked in concern. Tony and Bruce exchanged a glance and muttered ‘Ultron’ to each other. (Y/N) quickly held her hands near the pipes of the water supply.

Everyone quickly jumped into action once the Iron Legion drones began to attack them. The water burst from the pipes and cut through them like a filet knife. (Y/N) was doing great until there were two attacking her at once; one held her hands down and another slammed her head on the hard flooring. The bots were quickly destroyed after bursts of green magic spread through their hardware.

The rest of the team quickly realized, though Ultron’s body was destroyed, he wasn’t. After seeing the damaged state (Y/N) was in Tony raced over; hovering where she laid motionless in Loki’s arms. Green mist seeped out of Loki’s hands as they covered (Y/N)’s bloodied and torn wrists, leaving her skin healed. He clutched her to his chest and held her away from Tony. “You’ve done enough, Anthony,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

He picked her battered figure off the ground and carried her to the tower’s care unit. A head wound would take much more than magic to heal.

He would do anything she asked. Anything, even attend one of Tony Stark’s famous parties.

A/N: Okay, so I might have a slight obsession with Bucky being with kids but alas, the obsession continues… 

“Ugh, why won’t you stop crying?” I growled in frustration. The howling infant stopped for a second and looked up at my anguished expression. I thought that it had done the trick. He had stopped crying. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was premature. He began to wail again and I was at a loss. It went without saying that I knew nothing about parenting or child care but when the owner of the diner where I worked asked me to babysit her four-month old baby for a week I jumped at the opportunity; simply because I needed the money.

I inspected the baby’s diaper and fed him but still he wouldn’t shut up. I didn’t know what else to do. It was only the first night and I was already losing my mind.

No amount of money could be worth this hell!

There was a hard knock on my front door. I assumed it was one of the residents of the building, coming over to complain about the screaming child at 11pm; probably that old hag Gertrude from the apartment upstairs. If it was her, I was going to give her an earful about how I never complained whenever she practiced for her irritating tap-dance class. I cracked open the door and peeked out,

“Can I help you?” I asked the man standing in the hallway. I had never seen him before.

“Look, I’m not trying to be an asshole but could you please keep your kid quiet? Some of us are trying to sleep here.” He wasn’t being rude and from the look of it, he really needed his sleep.

“Listen, buddy, I don’t appreciate you coming over here to…” The baby began to cry louder and drowned out my voice. Maybe he had a point. “…okay, I will see what I can do.” I sighed and the man smiled kindly before.

When I shut the door, the baby began to cry louder. I pressed my back against the wood of the door and sank to the floor, sobbing helplessly. Another knock, softer this time. “I said I will see what I can do!” I spat as I swung the door open. It was the same man as before. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand and took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” He asked as I sniffled and folded my arms across my chest. “I don’t mean to upset you but have you tried holding him?” I stepped aside and gestured for him to enter the apartment,

“be my guest. I can’t take this anymore!” The man looked hesitant, at first. He furrowed his brows and looked as if he was thinking deeply about what to do. “Well?” I asked expectantly and he stepped inside.

“Your apartment is really hot!” He complained as he removed his jacket. The shirt he wore underneath was long-sleeved as well.

“Yeah, the heat regulator is broken and I can’t afford to get it fixed just yet.” I confessed as I shut the door.

He pressed one knee onto the edge of the bed and unwrapped the blanket from around him as he lifted him into his arms with the gentlest touch; he was clearly afraid to the fragile infant. The baby curled into his body into the man’s arm and eventually stopped crying all together. “Wow, you’re really good at that.” I smiled as I watched him rock the baby back and forth slowly.

“See? He just wants to be loved.”

“Don’t we all?” I chuckled and the man smiled tightly. “You got a name?” It probably wasn’t a smart move to invite a man I didn’t know into my apartment. For all I knew, he could have been a mass-murderer. The man raised his head slowly before answering,

“Bucky.” I thought it was an odd name. I hadn’t met many men named ‘Bucky’ but I didn’t point that out. “You look a little young to be a mom; what’s his name?” He asked, wrapping his left arm around the baby’s leg. It was the first time I noticed that his fingers were metal.

“Err… he’s not my kid and his name is Christopher.” If he had any more questions, Bucky didn’t ask them. “Did you lose your arm in the war?” My curiosity got the better of me and I had to ask.

“Something like that.”

“Yeah, which one?” I placed my hand on his bicep, lightly. This guy was an all-round hero. He served his country, was great with kids and not that bad looking either.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I was about to ask him to tell me more but he handed little Christopher back to me and grabbed his jacket from the chair. “I should get going, good luck with everything.” It was almost like my apartment was on fire and he needed to get out.

“Will I ever see you again, Bucky?” I didn’t want to come off too strong or too hopeful either. Bucky stopped in the doorway and looked at me over his shoulder.

“Maybe, one day.”  

Unfortunately, one day never came.

Papa’s Hammer

Pairing: Father!Thor Odinson x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 600

Summary: The reader is no where to be found, along with her fathers hammer.

Request:  Parent Request! Being Thor’s child and being able to drag the hammer across the floor. (Like move it). Maybe everyone is looking for the kid and the hammer, and an argument breaks out. While their fighting the young child (baby/toddler) walks in dragging the hammer by the handle and everyone just stops and stares. - I think it’s funny, :) Thanks!

You sat on the floor of the living room within the tower, playing with your little tot toys, not having a care in the world. Supposed, everyone was suppose to be watching you, except your father. Soon getting bored of your little stuff animals and little toys, you started to look around but a certain think caught your eye. Your fathers hammer.

Your eyes lit up as you spotted it so you quickly stood up on your short chubby legs of yours and ran towards it. “Ham!” You squealed when you reached it. You looked around you too make sure that no one was around to see because there was a rule, you were not allowed to touch the hammer but you being the little rebel you were, you countered against it. You grabbed the hilt of the hammer and slowly began to drag it off the table, only for it to make a loud sound when it hit the floor but not loud enough to catch anyone’s attention. With that, you grabbed your favorite stuff animal and dragged the hammer to where ever you pleased.

Back at where you were suppose to be, the voice of your father boomed. “Where is my daughter!? And Mjolnir?!”

Slowly, everyone walked in where they heard his voice. “They’re right he-” Steve started but soon noticed that neither you or the hammer was there. “They were both right here last time I was here.”

“Well, Captain” Thor looked at Steve with an annoyed expression. “they aren’t here, as you can see. Can one of you explain to me why my three year daughter was left unattended?”

“Well,” Tony started, pointing to Steve. “I asked Star Spangle to watch her.”

“And I asked Sam because I had a meeting.” Everyone soon turned to Sam.

“Hey! Well, I asked Bucky because I had to take a shower and… Stuff.” Sam admitted which turned everyone’s attention to the ex assassin. The loop soon ended with everyone looking at Clint who wore a sheepish look.

“I…Um… Had to pee?” He told which sounded more like a question.

Thor stomped up towards Clint and grabbed him by the collar, bringing him eye to eye. “You left my child to empty your bladder, Archer?”

“Thor!” Natasha yelled, hitting his shoulder. “Put him down, it isn’t his fault. We should have all been watching her.”

“Don’t pin this on us, Nat!” Tony pointed back at her.

“Well, it’s true!” Steve countered back. This started a whole argument between everyone. Starting on who should have been watching her to the reason why Sam left to why Tony couldn’t watch her and you were just walking around the hall, dragging the hammer along.

You soon made it back towards the living room when hearing the loud voice. “Well, I think I’m seeing her right now with your stupid hammer!” Bucky yelled, not noticing what he said. Everyone stopped yelling and looked towards where he was took a double take.

“Papa!” You exclaimed with open arms when he saw you.

“[Y/N], princess, where have you been?” Thor asked you while picking you up. “And you know you aren’t allowed to touch the Hammer.”

“I know, Papa…” You nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, exhausted. “I’m sorry.”

He rubbed your back lightly. “It’s alright, little one, just don’t wander off again.” You just responded with a hum.

“Is no one wandering how she was able too drag Thor’s Hammer?” Bucky asked and everyone just nodded.

Thor’s eyes opened wide at the realization. “That is true. Oh my Odin…”

Of Oblivious Minds (4)

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: You're positive Azriel is in love with Elain. It seems so obvious. But Cassian is laughing at you and suddenly nothing makes quite so much sense anymore.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Angst

a/n: Thank you for reading and sorry for the wait!! I hope you enjoy :) Let me know what you think ❤️

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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You were leaving today, and suddenly—with your bags at your feet and the air around you filled with stagnant silence—a few days seemed so juvenile. So… inconsequential in the grand scheme. 

You would leave, and when you returned everything would be the same. Azriel would still love another and you would still be left with the bleak realization that you had spent the last few centuries denying a love that you knew to be fruitless. 

Nothing would change if you were to be gone only a few measly days. 

But if you were to be gone a month? A year, even? 

Much of your work for Rhysand could be done from afar, especially with the library in Day Court. Helion wouldn’t mind; he’d asked you to consider an extended stay in the past. And maybe there could even be something there, something to take your mind off of your true home. 

The home that wasn’t Velaris. 

You saw him every time you closed your eyes. His rare smiles, his even rarer laughs; you saw the way his watchful eyes skated across every room you entered and reminisced on each twitch of his hands—the way you could feel it against your fingers when you grabbed for him in the busy streets of Velaris. 

Azriel was inescapable, even when you battled against your vision and attempted to drift to sleep. 

He was everywhere, everything. 

But he wouldn’t be in Day Court, and although that wouldn't stop your thoughts, it would be something. It would be distance. 

With a flick of your wrist, you sent your bags away to Day Court and heaved in an uncomfortably large breath. You knew he would do little to deny you, but you still needed to ask Rhys. He was your High Lord and employer, above all your friend, and you knew it would take a little persuading. 

Maybe tears. Yes, tears were very moving and equally as conjurable at the moment.

It only took one step before the knock on your door left you still. Your shoes made a dent in the carpet and you could hear him breathing on the other side of the ornately carved wood. You could always tell when it was Azriel. 

You shifted your weight from one knee to the next, gripping your skirts at the thigh. Azriel knocked again, this time in a faster pattern—more rushed. 

You bit into your lip. You hadn’t planned to see him again, not before you left. You would deal with the repercussions of such an act later on, but not now. Not when you had finally gotten your emotions under control for long enough to have a conversation with Rhys. 

It made sense to you now why you had repressed this for so long. 

The sound of your voice was startling. “Come in.” 

The door creaked, but the sound was overpowered by Azriel’s boot clicking against shining marble. The shadowsinger entered before his shadows, but the wisps followed close behind, quickly abandoning their master in favor of darting toward you. They twisted up your legs and elbows, rolling into your hair and dancing along your fingertips. 

Something like fear, love, crushing defeat tugged and tugged at your chest. 

“Azriel,” you greeted, aiming for a surprised tone and failing. “Have you come to see me off?” 

The spymaster didn’t smile. “Rhys sent me. He said you might have a message for him.” 

That cauldron-damned meddler. Of course he somehow knew about your reservations. You doubted he knew exactly what you had to say, but you had been dragging your feet all morning and were currently about an hour late for your own departure. 

And of course he had sent Azriel of all people. 

“Oh! Well, I suppose I could go and—” 

“Why is half of your vanity gone?” 

You blinked, startled by the words. If Azriel was anything, he was polite and never one to cut someone off. You went to search Azriel’s expression but found him zeroed in on the table pushed into the corner of your room. 

“What?” It was all you could think to formulate. 

But Azriel was quick to respond. “Almost all of your things are gone. Your perfumes and the pots of cream you keep on the side. You’ve only left the items you don’t use anymore.” 

“How do you know—” you cut yourself off this time, ignoring the glaring question that tried to blind you. “Azriel, I’m going away… to Day Court. You know this.”

But Azriel only shook his head, stalking over to the table and yanking the drawer open so harshly it shook the mirror. When he didn’t find what he was looking for, he went to your closet, throwing open the door, shoulders rising and falling with more effort. 

“Azriel—” 

“You’ve packed too much.” He turned to you, some of his shadows returning to wind around his chest. “You’ve taken most of your clothes.” 

“You know I always overpack,” you laughed, but the laugh sounded fake, painful. 

You fought the urge to cower under Azriel’s scrutinizing gaze. It was as if he was on fire, as if he was aflame and filled with something that had been pent up for far too long. If someone, anyone, were to look inside of you, they would see the same thing. 

Which is why you needed to get far, far away from this situation. Away from him.

But the longer you looked back at him—the longer you tried to slap that easygoing smile on your face—the longer he stared back with the same steady intensity. 

“Is something the matter?” you tried. 

Azriel’s hand twitched. 

That feeling crept along the edges of your ribs once again. 

“Is something the matter?” he parroted, jaw so impossibly tight the words came out pinched. 

You finally looked away, playing with your fingers. “Yes?” 

He started laughing. But it wasn’t the kind of laugh that made you feel light. It didn’t fill you with pride for eliciting such a sound from him, nor did it make you want to laugh in return. It made you feel dark; as Azriel laughed, you wanted to heave the sound back within the depths it flowed from. 

“There are several things that are the matter, y/n, but I’d say the most pressing is that you have been avoiding me for weeks. That every moment I’ve tried to spend with you has been promptly evaded and now you’re leaving and you had no intention of saying goodbye.” 

“I was going to—” 

“Please,” he pleaded, eyes soft yet so achingly desperate. “Don’t lie to me. Not right now.” 

The indent in the carpet was becoming permanent; you couldn’t seem to move. 

“I’ve been… I’ve been going through a hard time. Leaving seemed like it was the best for me. Just for a little while. Just until I could sort a few things out.” 

“For how long?” he asked, voice cracking along the precipice of the last word. 

You paused then, staring hard into his eyes. “A while.”

A shaky breath left the shadowsinger, his chest reflecting the sound. He ran a hand into his hair and tugged at the roots, an action you hadn’t seen him do in years. A sickening sort of pity ran through you—a sort of responsibility. 

Because Azriel was your friend, and he was going through something, too. You had no idea if his mate reciprocated his feelings. You found it hard to believe that anyone wouldn’t love Azriel, but the conversation you’d overheard last week gave nothing away. 

Maybe Azriel hadn’t told her yet because she didn’t love him. And maybe you were being a bad friend by not being there for him. 

Tossing your hurt to the side, you took a step forward. Azriel watched the movement, eyes flickering behind you to catch the previous imprint of your feet on the carpet. 

“I’m sorry,” you began, resolute. “I’m sorry that you felt you couldn’t tell me. And that you’ve been… having a hard time. I know I’m not leaving at the most opportune time, but you can write to me and I can help you.” 

Some of the brokenness on Azriel’s face morphed into confusion. “Help me?” 

“With your mate.” 

And it was as if Azriel had been shot. He physically recoiled, his right foot coming down to catch him as he fixed his imbalance. 

“I know you wanted to keep it private, but I overheard. Azriel—” You swallowed. Hard. “—It’s so wonderful that you’ve found your mate.” 

Something was set in motion, and Azriel was shaking his head. His gaze was fixed on you and his eyebrows were pushed together in a painful expression and he just kept shaking his head as your chest caved and it became hard to breathe. Something pulled from within and it felt like your heart was unraveling. 

Couldn’t he see how hard this was? How much it took from you just to acknowledge that he was destined for someone else? 

The shadowsinger seemed unaware of your inner turmoil, instead taking long steps across the room until he reached you. He leaned down, brought his hands up to your face, and he broke another piece of you as his forehead touched yours. 

He was whispering something, words so low even your fae ears couldn’t catch them, but you knew they were fast. Fast and incoherent and you weren’t even able to find their meaning in his expression because his eyes were squeezed so tightly. 

“Please, just notice. See it, angel, it’s there.” 

Your jaw quivered. He was so close to you. The few words you were able to make out were confusing. 

“My oblivious girl. Please.” 

“Azriel—” 

When he opened his eyes, the world fell off its axis. The fear in your chest—the feeling that had been unraveling you and leaving you weak—alighted. It pulled and pulled but this time it didn’t hurt. It no longer left splinters embedded in your ribs or took the breath from your lungs. 

As you looked up at Azriel, it was only soothing and warm and—

Mate. Azriel was your mate. 

You pushed back from him, stumbling and catching on the rug as you went toppling down to the floor. There was no pain from the fall; a numbness overtook your body where the warmth once flowed. 

“You’re my—Azriel, you—” 

There were no endings to the sentences you began. Azriel tried reaching a hand down, but when you wouldn’t take it he joined you on the floor. He sat with you between his legs, bringing you forward until your knees curled against his chest. And then he wrapped you in his arms and then his wings, taking calming breaths as yours ran rampant. 

“I am your mate,” he finished for you, so much more soothing than you had ever heard him speak.

“But Elain,” you gasped out, finding solace against his chest. You leaned your forehead against him and relished in the heat. 

“What of Elain?” Azriel asked, bringing a hand up against the back of your head. 

“You love Elain.” 

“I do not love Elain.” 

“And Mor?” 

“I do not love Mor, either.” 

You nodded against him. This would take longer for you to come to terms with later, but only simple answers were getting through to you now. And the bond—the bond—sang as you touched Azriel. The bond didn’t care if you were confused or hurt or disbelieving.

Your mind swam as a new influx of emotions filled you, but there was a distinction to them and you knew they weren’t your own. At first, it was hard to pick through them all; there were so many that they all blended together. There was an obvious tender love, but also a crippling fear that mingled with a darkness you couldn’t place. There was adoration and hopefulness and a sense of peace that lay at the bottom of all else. 

But you could tell this peace was new. It wasn’t as deeply ingrained as the others. 

Azriel leaned back, craning his neck down to catch your gaze. “Do you feel that?” he asked. When you nodded, he continued. “Those feelings have always belonged to you. All of them. I know there is not a lot of proof of that, and I will spend the rest of my life making up for that, but they have always belonged to you.” 

“Have you always felt mine?” you asked, voice sounding unused. 

“Since I’ve felt the bond,” he nodded. 

“How long have you…” 

Azriel sighed, but it wasn’t out of irritation. The bond told you as much. “Months.” 

Tears burned at the back of your eyes. “Then why did you never—” 

Azriel shushed you as your voice cracked. He ran both hands behind your head and held you steady as his lips pressed to your forehead. 

“I didn’t want to lose you.” 

Throat still closed, words still choked, you replied, “That is idiotic.” 

This time, when Azriel laughed, you felt that pride spark up in your chest. “I know, angel. Gods, do I know that.” 

There was a brief pause, a respite to the revelations and emotions in the room. You counted your breaths as you pressed against Azriel, and he ran his hands up and down the length of your spine, chaste kisses pressed to your head as the minutes ticked by. 

“Don’t leave.” Azriel broke the silence. “Stay. Please.” 

When you didn’t answer, he kept talking. 

“You don’t have to love me. I know that is a lot to ask and there are still so many questions left unanswered. But, y/n, I have loved you for a long, long time. I couldn’t bear it if you left. It has been difficult to even function this past week with you avoiding me. If you were to leave—”

“I only avoided you because I thought it wasn’t me,” you interrupted, pulling back once again to meet his gaze. “I thought you didn’t love me and I couldn’t stand it, so I wanted to leave.”

A grim line set into Azriel’s mouth. The desperation returned to his eyes. “We have wasted so much time.” 

“I wouldn’t say wasted. Not when you were here. Not when I was still with you.” 

“Angel.” The word came out like a plea, and then his lips were on yours. His hands pressed you closer and his mouth was hot against yours and it was everything you’d spent three centuries ignoring. You loved him, gods did you love him, and in this kiss was every proof that he loved you. 

You tangled your fingers in his hair, musing the already displaced strands. His wings quivered as you kissed him more, the action sending little pools of light into the bubble he had created. They felt warm against your eyelids, and when you pulled away to see the cause, Azriel moved his attention to your jaw, your cheek, your neck. 

“You are my mate,” he affirmed against your skin, low and gravelly. “Mine.” 

You pulled his head away, leaning your forehead against his own. “And you are mine.” 

“I love you,” he said. 

And you couldn’t say it back, not yet. Azriel seemed unperturbed by this and accepted your small smile as a reply, reciprocating it tenfold. His smile shone in the pockets of light created by his wings and his eyes no longer looked sad. It made you want to say it back.

When that guilt flooded you and your mouth parted, there was a tug at the bond instead. You gasped at the feeling, blinking up at Azriel with owlish eyes. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for months,” he admitted, smile softening as he ran scarred fingers along your cheeks. “Every time I felt your doubt or fear. I figured I could startle it out of you.” 

You rubbed at your chest. “It feels warm. And…” You couldn’t find the words.

“It feels good, angel. This bond was cold and it hurt, but it—it feels good. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.” 

A breathy, awestruck laugh escaped you. “You know, I still have to go to Day for the weekend. It’s court-appointed.” 

Azriel groaned, burying his face in your neck. “Then I will come with you,” he grumbled, words muffled against your skin. 

“You cannot. But you can wait for me to return and I will come right back here.”

Wow

A list of things Steve Rogers would historically be unfamiliar with:

I fell down a rabbit hole of research about inventions circa the 40s and was surprised by a bunch of things that have been around way longer than I thought and some that are strangely reccent, and compiled them into a list. Aka, a resource for fic writers.

Bananas (or rather, the ones we have today. The ones he’d be accustomed to, the Gros Michel, a sweeter, creamier species, went extinct in the 50s and was replaced with the bland Cavendish banana.)

High-fives (the low-five was actually invented first, around WW2, and he may have been familiar with that)

Buffalo Wings (invented in the 60s)

CPR (not really used until the late 40s, not widely known until the 50s)

Tiramisu (invented in the 80s)

Big Macs & McNuggets (while McDonald’s was founded in 1940, the former wasn’t introduced until the 60s, and the latter, the 80s)

Seat belts (the first car to have one was in the late 40s, and only became mandatory to wear them in the 80s. holy shit.) 

Walmart (invented in 1962. Or really, the large-scale supermarkets as we know them today really)

Yellow tennis balls (prior to the 70s they were usually black or white)

Panadol (first sold in the US in the 50s)

The smiley face aka :) (popularised in the 60s)

Now alternatively, here’s a list of things Steve WOULD (or possibly would) be familiar with:

I’m not sure why some of these surprised me.

Modern Sunglasses (have been around a lot longer than I thought, and were mass produced in the 20s)

Nokia (was first founded in 1865. I’m not kidding. They began as a pulp mill and moved into making rubber respirators for military from the 30s onwards)

Nintendo (been around since 1889 as a toy company, during the 40s they made playing cards. Wouldn’t be implausible that he knew about Nintendo, perhaps from Morita)

Krispy Kreme (opened in 1937, didn’t spread widely until the 50s however)

Kool-Aid (introduced in the 30s)

Oreos (introduced in 1912)

Printed/graphic tees (didn’t become a trend until the 60s-70s, but they certainly existed in the 40s)

Hoodies (originated in the 30s, worn by workers in cold New York warehouses. Meaning, it’s entirely plausible Bucky could’ve been wearing hoodies in the 40s)

Malls (they weren’t called that back then, but they certainly had shopping centres or plazas since the 1800s)

Converse sneakers (invented in 1908 and have barely changed since!)

I Can’t Find My Cat

Request: Prompt number 2 with Peter Parker CA:CW? Thank youuuuu! 😘

Prompt: “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s note: y/c/n means your cat’s name

Peter was woken up by a light tapping on his window.

“Peter, open up. I need your help.” Peter jumped out of bed when he heard how worried you sounded. He rushed to the window and opened it up.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” 

You climbed in and began to pace around Peter’s small room and said, “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat. Can you help me?”

“That’s what you risked waking up Aunt May for? She’d kill you if she found out you climbed up 6 stories to find me, and then she’d kill me for letting you.” This caused you to stop pacing around the tiny room and you looked Peter in the eyes.

You crossed your arms across your chest and said, “Are you going to help me or not?”

“Of course I will, just let me get changed and then we can leave” , Peter sighed and added, “through the front door.” You smiled and sat down on his bed and waited for him to get his clothes on.  When he was done the two of you headed out.

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Blame Me (Part 6) - Bucky Barnes

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Summary: The reader and Bucky have a big argument after she met in secret someone from her past. Saying things that he doesn’t mean it and realizing his mistake too late when she already broke before his eyes. But even with Tony’s help, things didn’t end well. The consequences are a torment for everyone, especially for Bucky, and Tony chose to follow a risk. And now everyone has to face the consequences.     

Bucky’s mind went blank for a moment, processing the words he had heard. It couldn’t be true, she was dead, there was no way to save her. Everyone said that to him. A shiver ran through his body, his heart beating too fast in his chest and Bucky didn’t think twice to push Steve away from his path, making him fall against the wall. The former assassin ran as fast as his body could stand, the explosions had stopped but he could hear the screams of pure hate. (Y / N). His heart sank in the chest, the pain he felt coming back and hitting him like a truck. He wondered what they had done with his (Y / N). This was all his fault. If he had stayed beside her and not acted the way he acted… Everything could be different now. Right?

“Bucky, what are you doing here?” Natasha hissed in exasperation when she saw him enter the room and stand beside her, she grabbed his right arm and led him to a hallway and looked apprehensively to the sides before muttering quickly “Look, the (Y / N) is… Well, she’s not acting like herself right now. I don’t know if you’ll want to go in there now. ”

“What? It is (Y / N) we’re talking about. Of course, I’ll go.” Bucky said through gritted teeth, loosening the grip of the red and dodging her to go where the screams were coming from.

Every step that Bucky gave made him feel the air getting heavier, he could only hear (Y/N) screams, which drowned out any other sound in the room… But he couldn’t understand what she was talking about. He stopped in front of the door and swallowed hard, he was so nervous. After so much time thinking that he would never see her, she was there. Only a door separating the two of them. So Bucky took his hand to the knob and turned it, opening the door as soon as he heard a moment of calm inside the room. He didn’t want to create expectations, but his racing heart and butterflies in his stomach… He was screwed.

First was the lack of air as if something was crushing her chest. Then she heard a deafening noise, making her insides squirm. And then she felt a terrible and painful burning as if her veins were on fire. She wanted to move, she wanted to stop the torture, but she was stuck. She tried to scream, tried to ask for help, but she couldn’t hear her own voice. Where was she? Who was doing this to her?

“(Y / N), can you hear me?” Someone called her, she tried to look around and respond in vain, she growled angrily and tried harder, but the result was only a horrified scream “Push the panic button!”

Suddenly she began to feel a terrible cold. She felt her body freeze in contrast to her veins, she tried to scream for them to stop but the cold kept getting worse. She felt the air vanish, making her fight to try to keep her lungs working. She could feel the panic spread through her body. No. She didn’t want to feel drowning again. She screamed with all her strength, focusing on her energy and looking for a way to escape. Then she got out of the darkness and the light blinded her for a moment, making her blink strongly trying to get used. (Y/N) tried to get up, but was tied up in bed and she groaned loudly. Using all of her force she broke what was restraining her and then got up. She looked around, noticing that was in the hospital wing. The room was with marks of fire on the walls. She frowned, hearing a faint noise on her left , turning her head to see what it was. Two women were tucked in a corner, trying to hide from her.

“What have you done to me?” she yelled cold-blooded, clenching her hands into fists and walking slowly to them. She heard someone trying to get inside and she just moved one of her hands to close the door once again with a loud thud, yelling even more somber “Don’t make me ask you again, bastard!”

“(Y/N)? Can’t you recognize me?” the asian woman whispered, trembling from head to toe.

“Damn it, are you deaf?” she groaned, moving her hand lightly to make the asian levitate to her, then she raised an eyebrow “What. Have. You. Done. To. Me?”

“(Y/N), I can’t understand what you’re saying. Please! You’re not talking in English!” the woman tried to scream but it was more a cry “Please, (Y/N), it’s me… Dr. Cho!”

“Put her down.” a husky voice sounded behind her, making her drop the woman and turn around abruptly, she was ready to fight but then she froze where she was.

“I know you.” she said frowning uncertainly, relaxing a little bit while the man, who had a metal arm, approached with slow steps.

“Doll, why are you doing all this?” he whispered calmly, he knew that deep inside she was scared. He raised his hands showing he wouldn’t do anything and smiled mouth shut, staying just one step away.

“They… They did something with me. I can feel it.” she stared for a moment that Dr massaged her throat while the other woman hugged her “Everything is foggy, I can’t remember how I got here.”

“(Y/N)… Baby… Shit.” the man ran a hand through his hair, looking quite apprehensive. He stared at her for a moment in silence before getting close and hug her strongly, but she didn’t fight him. She stood there, feeling his heart beat irregularly compared to hers “My name’s Bucky. You’ve been sleeping for a long time, my love.”

“I… was dead, right?” she whispered, closing her eyes and finally calming down, breathing was controlled and all her body was no longer tense.

“I won’t lie. You were.” Bucky said quietly, swallowing dry and looking every inch of her face, studying her expression “But why are you asking this?”

“I can’t feel my heart, Bucky.”

“Jesus christ, she’s alive. That’s not enough for you?” Tony practically hissed, clutching his hands around the mug of coffee as he looked angry toward Steve “Why the hell are you still looking for a reason? A failure? It’s (Y / N) that  we’re talking about, moron.”

“Don’t talk as if I didn’t care, Stark. She’s the girl of my best friend, a friend of the group.“ Steve pointed his index finger toward the billionaire, imposing his commanding voice, but the other man just rolled his eyes and rose from the chair “I’m not done talking, Stark.”

“Oh, you’re totally done talking as I’m totally done hearing you.” Tony groaned before leaving the room towards the lab.

Steve sighed heavily, leaning his head in his hands as he stared at the table. He was becoming increasingly concerned about (Y/N) behavior, she wasn’t acting like before. She was so different. Yes, many of the differences were for something better, but still, behavior changes were never a positive thing as everyone seemed to think. He knew that by heart.

“It’s okay, Steve.” he heard Wanda mutter quietly while sipping her tea, she smiled slightly and rested her mug on the table “She asked me to read her mind. At first, I didn’t wanna do it, but I ended up doing. She won’t have another panic attack.”

“And? What did you see?” Steve frowned, resting his hands on the table and staring at Wanda who just shook her head.

“Her memories, a little blurry in the end, but she’s still there if that’s what you wanna know.” Wanda got up, leaving her mug at the sink and then going to the stairs direction “Alright, she’s not like she used to be, but it won’t help her that kind of pressure.”

“It’s difficult, you know that. Sometimes it seems that she doesn’t care.” Steve still trying to defend his point of view, he shook his head and stood from where he was, following Scarlet Witch "Maybe you’re right.”

“We don’t know how it feels to die and come back, she still has a lot to process.” Wanda shrugged, walking down the stairs with the super soldier at her side “I’m glad that Bucky’s with her.”

“I’m afraid that something might happen again… I just have this shit feeling.” he  took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair in a sign of anxiety.

“She’s not a monster, Steve. She just needs time.” Wanda said quietly, casting a quick glance at him before going to where (Y / N), Bucky and Natasha were sitting and talking.

And the Captain America expected from the bottom of his heart that Wanda was right.

Love Bites

Summary: Secrets always come out and you get caught with some very visible evidence of yours Warnings: heated kissing, literally all the language

The quinjet landed roughly and jostled you from sleep. You’d been on the jet seventeen hours, and asleep for the majority of them. It had always been hard for you to sleep during missions, and you relished the peace that came as soon as you stepped onto the jet after each one. You would often sleep through entire flights home.

You stumbled off the jet in a daze, looking around in the hopes of finding someone waiting for you. Your mission had taken away from the tower almost two weeks and you had missed your make-shift family more than you’d ever admit. The hanger was empty and you dropped your bag on the ground with a sigh. “Welcome home, Miss (Y/l/n),” F.R.I.D.A.Y. greeted you.

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” you said with a weak smile, surprisingly comforted by the AI’s electronic voice. You started down the hall to your room, eyes half open, when arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the dark. Your body tensed before you recognized his cologne and relaxed into his chest. “Really, Steve?” you asked, stifling a laugh. “A closet? Are we fifteen?”

“Maybe I just couldn’t wait,” he answered, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “I missed you.”

His arms dropped and you turned to face him, although you couldn’t see him. “I missed you too.” Steve’s hands found your waist in the dark and he backed you against the wall, his knee sliding up between your legs to hoist you off the ground. A small noise of pleasure fell involuntarily from your lips and his hands ran up your thighs. His fingers teased beneath the hem of your shirt and your body felt like fire. “Are you going to kiss me or not, Rogers?” you asked breathlessly.

“Impatient, doll?” he asked with a laugh, dragging his lips across your jaw and down your neck. A strangled breath escaped your lungs and he growled against your skin. You ran your hands through his hair, tugging on it gently, and he moaned. Another step brought him flush against you. He pressed his lips roughly to yours, biting your lip.

You groaned again and ran your hands beneath his shirt, rolling your hips down into his and he hissed against you. The heat of his body suddenly disappeared and you felt his hands straightening your clothes before you heard him fix his own. “Finished already, Captain?”

“Hell no, but a bed is a bit more comfortable than a wall,” he whispered, pressing a kiss below your ear.

“Always the gentleman.”

He was asleep when you woke up the next morning, and you slipped silently from his arms. Your clothes were strewn throughout the room and, despite diligent searching, your pants were no where in sight. Surrendering and pulling one of his shirts over your head with a sigh, you left the room, praying no one would be around to see.

The tower was asleep and you made it back to your own apartment two floors up without hassle. His shirt was added to the growing collection you kept tucked into a drawer and hidden away. It gave him something to wear the nights you ended up tangled with each other in your room instead of his.

The water was colder than you expected when you stepped into the shower, but it was a welcomed change. Steve radiated heat. When you slept through the night together, blankets were never a necessity. You shook your head, hoping to knock him from your thoughts. In front of everyone but Bucky, he wasn’t yours.

Too tired to dry your hair, you wrangled it into a wet bun before slipping into the oversized shirt you usually wore to bed. You left your apartment and made your way to the kitchen, happy to keep your secret. “Morning, Nattie,” you said, smiling at the redhead.

“(Y/n).” She was almost asleep in her coffee.

“Are we training today?”

“No.” His voice surprised you and you flinched, almost pouring the hot coffee onto your hand instead of into the mug. “Everyone gets today off.”

“A day off, Captain?” you asked with exaggerated surprise, handing him a cup as he walked to your side. “What’s the special occasion?”

“Guess I’m just in a good mood,” he murmured, smirking at you. Your cheeks flushed red and you raised a hand to your neck, brushing your fingers over one of the marks he’d left on you the night before. Steve’s eyes darkened with lust and laughter before you broke eye contact to sit by Natasha.

“Have I told you about that girl in accounting?” Natasha asked as she began to wake. Pain and jealousy echoed in your chest. You knew she wanted to see him someone. 

“You have,” he answered casually, not turning to face either of you, “and I’ve told you I’m not interested.” The echoes faded as Steve finally turned to you and made cautious eye contact.

The rest of the team started to stumble into the room, most looking exhausted. Sam could have rolled out of bed and fallen into the kitchen. Tony probably hadn’t even gone to bed the night before. Vision didn’t need sleep.

“Someone throw me the Lucky Charms?” you asked, hungry but too tired and sore to get up.

Steve moved, ready to grab them for you, but Tony was already there and tossed the box across the room to you. His eyes narrowed as you caught the box and his head tilted in curiosity. “What were you up to last night, kiddo?”

“Sleeping,” you answered, pouring too much cereal into the bowl Bucky handed you and ignoring Tony.

“Really? Because those love bites say otherwise.” You felt heat in your cheeks and struggled not to look to your Captain. The whole team stared.

Clint giggled from somewhere above your head. “She’s got them all over her thighs too.” You were sure your entire body was blushing now.

“Let’s not tease the poor girl,” Steve said and you finally let yourself glance to him. There was pride in his eyes. “We’ve all had a night of fun.”

“And we’ve all had our mornings of shame afterwards,” Tony said, sauntering over to the table.

“He’s no one,” you answered quietly, dropping your eyes to your lap, unsure of what to say. You’d been together nearly half a year.

“At least I know why you have been turning me down,” Pietro said, reaching across the table in an attempt to snatch your hand. You pulled away, panicked eyes flickering to Steve for a moment.

“Maybe she’s been turning you down because you’re a cocky little shit,” Buck spoke suddenly, and everyone turned in surprise. Steve snorted.

“It is not cocky if I know I am better,” Pietro argued.

“I highly doubt that,” you mumbled. Eyes shifted back to you and yours widened as you realized they’d heard.

“Really? Who exactly is this marvelous mystery man, then?” Tony asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“He’s none of our business, Tony,” Steve said. His eyes softened when they landed on you, apology replacing the pride from earlier.

A blue flash obscured your vision and you felt Pietro wrap his arms around your middle and you screamed in shock. “I will not give up so easily, prințesă,” he said, humor in his eyes. “I will steal you!”

Unsure of how to react, you began to laugh and attempted to untangle yourself from his arms. “No, no, prințesă. Give me a kiss and I will let you go, yes?” You laughed harder, caught off guard by his sudden brashness. Your giggles died when you looked to Steve. His eyes were dark and clouded with anger.

“Put her down, Pietro,” Steve said, his voice low and protective.

“Oh, come on, Cap! Let the kid have some fun,” Tony teased, setting a hand on Steve’s arm.

“The kid can have all the fun he wants with someone else’s girl,” Steve growled, shaking Tony’s hand off, “but he needs to put mine down.”

Pietro hurriedly set you on your feet and you stumbled forward, focused on Steve. He reached out to steady you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “Are you okay, doll?”

“FUCKING FINALLY,” Natasha burst out, more awake than she’d been all morning. “HOLY SHIT. YOU TWO HAVE BEEN FUCKING FOR SIX MONTHS, THREE WEEKS, AND FIVE FUCKING DAYS. YOU’VE BEEN SUBTLE AS FUCK.”

Bucky began to laugh, doubling over in his chair as the rest of the team stared at Natasha in astonishment. “You both knew?” Tony shouted, turning to watch Bucky fall to the ground. “You both knew about this?” he continued, gesturing widely as Steve held you to his chest. “And didn’t say anything? What the hell?”

“Are you actually surprised Steve told me, Tony?” Bucky asked, finally composing himself enough to stand back up.

Tony shot a questioning glare at Natasha. “She’s a loud fucker,” she explained casually and Steve’s chest began to shake with laughter while you tried to disappear into his arms.

“Language, Nattie,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against Steve.