Betrayal Part 2

just consider this part 1 of some civil war inspired doodles

Tangled up in Webs:Pt:3

Warnings: Violence, Spoilers (???)

Pairing: Spider-man x reader, Peter Parker x reader Summary: You are one of the Avengers hiding in Wakanda. Being the youngest and the only one with a secret identity, you are sent to New York to be undercover in Queens. You’re supposed to be focused on the mission- but then a distraction pops into your life. Well- more like swings.

1:http://mattstarrxfandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/145877178561/tangled-up-in-webs

Pt 2: http://mattstarrxfandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/145920979041/tangled-up-in-webspt2

It had been three weeks since the incident with the water balloons. It was an easy fix, despite how much discomfort it had caused you. The only sign you could see of the damage now was your old notifications. Before your tech had been improved because of the Avengers, you would get images flashing across your vision. Not glitchy ones like when the water balloon hit you- useful things. Things like heart-rate, internal temperature, heat signatures, even news feeds. You didn’t mind having them back- but you felt less human now. It was just something you would have to deal with. Your hearing and visual panel had been slightly water logged when you first started, but you and Scott had managed to figure out how to fix it. Which had almost seemed impossible with how many times Cassie would ask questions about your abilities, or why you had wires in your head. But despite finishing the work in a couple hours, your mind flittered back to Tony, knowing how easily he could have fixed you. Those kind of things you tried not to think about. After that, the next three weeks passed by quickly without you noticing. You became used to where you were- knowing Peter, acting like you had a family, doing your homework even. It all had begun to feel natural. And that was the problem. You were getting attached- you weren’t supposed to do that. Especially forgetting to actually investigate. The only time you had really investigated was late at night and you had run out of options. You decided to go down to the shadiest place in town and wait, hoping to hear anything Super villain worthy. So you stood on the roof of a building, scowling as you tried to sketch the street below. Where would the best place for super-powered villains to attack be? You quickly erased a line as you groaned, looking up periodically to see if anyone on the slummy streets below would make any moves on the various bars and clubs that littered the dingy neighborhood. You sighed and cupped your chin into you palm, tapping the side of your cheek. And you had thought posing as a normal teenager was the hard part. “What are you doing?” You felt something land behind you, and it took all of your willpower not to generate a gun from your arm and shoot whoever had snuck up on you. Instead you jumped, dropping your sketchbook. You spun around, coming face to face with the superhero you had met twice. Well, now it was three times- that didn’t matter. The first time had actually been when you were in costume, fighting him at an airport. He had been really annoying. Crazy annoying. You scowled at him, your face bunching up. “What do you think you’re doing- running around, sneaking up on people like that?!” You exclaimed, fists resting on your hips and making yourself look angry. “Me? I’m not the one who should be getting interrogated- what are you doing around here, on a building… sketching people?” He asked as he bent down and snatched up your notebook. You lunged forward for your book, but Spider-man simply danced out of reach. “Huh. You’re pretty good at this.” “Give it back!” You huffed, still reaching for you sketchbook. He held the book way over his head, to far away for you to reach it, just enough to give you hope. “Aw come on, isn’t art supposed to be public?” He said, still laughing at you. This last laugh must have pushed you over the edge, because you made up your mind. You lunged at him a second time, expecting him to dodge again. But Spider-man had been caught off-guard. You barreled directly into him, arms wrapping around his chest and taking him down. You both landed hard, the superhero directly under you. “Ow…” He said, weird mechanical eye-holes squinted shut. “HA!” You exclaimed and reached over his head for one of his hands, the one gripping tight to your sketch book. You ripped it from his hands triumphantly and sat up, still laughing. “For someone who looks so small, you hit really hard.”  Spider-man said, looking up at you. You smirked, knowing the exact reason for that. “I guess I’m just full of surprises.” “Yeah. You definitely are… Can you get off me now?” You blinked and then looked down. You were straddling him. You blushed and scrambled off, mind racing. A red line of text flashed in your vision, telling you your heartbeat was abnormally fast. You dismissed the notification. “Sorry.” You muttered, looking anywhere but at Spider-Man. “It’s fine. I’m not hurt. No harm, no foul.” You looked at him sideways, realizing that he didn’t understand the implications of the position you had been in a couple of moments ago. You were relieved- but another feeling seeped into your mind. You closed your eyes, wishing you weren’t a hormonal teenage girl. “So really, why are you out here? Shouldn’t you be at home? In bed?” “You don’t know my sleep schedule.” You quipped, flipping through the pages of your book. “Sure- but I know your schedule doesn’t include hanging out in shady places late at night”. You cocked an eyebrow suggestively, a smirk risk  to your face. “What do you do stalk me? I didn’t take you as that kind of guy.” You teased, pressing the notebook to your chest. To your surprise, Spider-Man instantly became flustered, the tech in your brain telling you that his heart rate had increased. “No of course not!” Spider-Man exclaimed, arms waving expressively, “I wouldn’t follow you around- people who do that are weird! I definitely haven’t followed you home and watched you!” You stared, mouth hanging open slightly. “Oh my gosh. You totally followed me home.” You stated, one arm extending and moving for emphasis. “No! I didn’t I swear!” You almost giggled. Spidey’s voice had again become higher, increasing with his emotion. You walked over to him, looking him up and down. An orange light blinked in the corner of your vision. He was definitely lying. But he seemed flustered enough that you couldn’t believe that his intentions had been anything but well meaning. He was kinda annoying- but he seemed to always mean well. You smiled and moved closer, patting him on the shoulder. “I’ll forgive you- if you tell me about Kraven. Does he have any affiliates?” “Just because I’m embarrassed doesn’t mean you can trick me.” “So that means I’m ‘still in danger’?” “Yeah.” “Okay. See you around Web-head.” You shrugged and turned around, heading for the edge of the roof. “Wait- how are how you getting down?” “Same way I came up. Parkour.” You answered enthusiastically, edging your way off the roof. Spidey watched you go, staying silent for a long while. He sighed, putting a hand on his head now that you were out of earshot. “Uhhhhh she’s gonna kill me. I think I’m getting gray hairs- and I just turned sixteen!” “What’s that?” You asked, looking at the crumpled flyer in Peter’s hand. Peter looked at you as you walked down into the subway after school. “Uh, it’s nothing really important. Just a dance.” He said, sounding pretty negative about the subject. You snatched the paper from his hands, all while maneuvering around other people. “A dance? I didn’t know that high schools had dances…” You said, looking at the flyer with intense concentration. “You didn’t?” “No. I didn’t think education systems would bother with things like that.” You replied, turning the flyer over to find more information. “Well don’t worry, our dances suck anyway. There’s no reason you should have to worry about it.” Peter said sullenly as you both made your way to the subway platform. You looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. “You sound kinda bitter about all this.” Peter laughed half-heartedly. “Let’s just say that it isn’t fun to go to these without a date- or friends.” You looked at Peter, a feeling of sympathy weighing on your chest. If you hadn’t met Peter that first day at school, would you have been friendless? You looked at him as he stared at the subway, running something back and forth in your mind. “Peter-” You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, loud screaming came from behind you. You turned around, seeing nothing but a large mass of people swarming out of the subway. “What is- oh…” You said, eyes landing on the large group of men two hundred feet away from you, gathering up people and forcing them to the floor. They were taking hostages- and guess who was the leader? Kraven. You caught a glimpse of his gaudy outfit as people streamed past you, running for the exit. You turned, expecting to see Peter right next to you. He wasn’t there. “Peter?!-” You cried out, and then in your confusion was knocked over by  nicely dressed New Yorker. You fell to the floor, wincing as people rushed over you, not bothering to help you up. You grimaced and got up on your hands and knees, starting to crawl backwards and stand up. You peered through the frenzied crowd, looking for something. There.

Your eyes landed on an upturned table, maybe it had been for someone selling things.

But at the moment it didn’t matter why it was there, overturned against a wall. All that mattered was that you had a hiding spot.

You sprinted towards the table, both thankful and disappointed the crowd was thinning out. Sure you could move easily, but you didn’t have the best cover. You dashed through the remaining people, weaving until you neared the table. You jumped and landed cleanly behind it, safely blocked from view by the tipped over appliance. You pressed yourself to the underside of the table and pulled out your phone, getting it ready to record what was transpiring. You turned and peered from your hiding place, seeing the last of the unlucky civilians being corralled together and thrust to the floor. The loud thumping of your silicone heart rushed in your ears as you fumbled with the phone. A small alert clouded your vision, telling you that your adrenaline was becoming rapidly high. You took a shaky breath and held the phone up. “Good, good!” Kraven roared as he sauntered across the dirty tile, brandishing a… hunting spear. You narrowed your eyes and zoomed in on the supervillain. His costume is what you were focusing on.

He wore a dark leather vest over a sleeves less orange v-neck shirt. Kraven was practically bulging from the shirt, dark hair and muscles looking like they were about to escape the orange madness. You wrinkled your nose and dismissed Kraven’s gaudy fashion sense, and focused on the accessories.

His necklace was adorned with shriveled heads, bones, teeth, bullets, and small pouches. Along numerous places in his dark tan skin, burns cropped up. The most prominent was on his right cheek bones, in the shape of an animal skull.

That had to mean something.

Either he was a masochist, or that burn had some kind of ties to other villains. 

The rest of his outfit was composed of weapons, slung across his back, across his chest, around his cargo pants, and around his waist. It was a miracle he hadn’t stabbed himself. You were so intent on drinking in and  analyzing Kraven’s appearance, that you didn’t see the broad chested man who was approaching your table with panther-like stealth.

Suddenly you were plucked from your hiding place, a calloused hand wrapping around your exposed neck. You spluttered as you were lifted into the air.

“Kraven, look at this.” The large man held you up, your struggling feet dangling in the air. Your vision was infiltrated with warnings, informing you of lack of oxygen. You gasped, eyes wide like a fish out of water.

“Hm. I thought we had caught all the animals left in this station. Looks like we passed over a delicate fawn.” Kraven brought a large, sausagey finger to your face and traced it down your cheek. You made a disgusted sound in your throat as Kraven inspected you.

“Drop her.” The large man who had caught you released his grip. You fell to the ground, clutching your throat. You winced-  your were definitely going to have bruises. You scowled at the dirty tile floor.

If only you could break cover- then this wouldn’t be a problem.

And you could shove one of those serrated spears right up Kraven’s-

You stop and looked forward to see Kraven’s large boot step dangerously close to your head. You froze, keeping yourself low to the ground.

“Actually, I think I recognize you, little deer. Quite a nosy thing aren’t you?” Kraven harsh voice sent shivers down your spine. You looked up, alarmed.

“I didn’t think your brain was big enough for you to remember things.” You snapped, speaking before you thought. You realized what you said and silently cursed.

You were really bad at this acting normal thing.

Kraven’s eyes widened.

“What did you say?” He hissed through his facial hair. You shrunk back, eyeing the knife his hand was hovering over. Kraven seemed more angered then glad at your silence. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, hefting your closer until you could smell his breath.

Jerky- gross.

“What possesses you to speak so disrespectfully to an ultimate predator?”

Ultimate predator?

You wrinkled your nose, forcing yourself to glare into Kraven’s beady eyes.

“Well not a ghost I can tell you that for sure. Though recently I have been feeling some indigestion-” you had already messed up- so why not keep making him mad? You were already in trouble anyways.

Kraven growled-like an animal growl- and pulled out a knife, holding it to your skin.

You stifled a flinch and chuckled awkwardly.

“Is that the knife you shave with? That would explain all the scars.” You prattled on, making him angrier. Maybe in his anger he would spill some useful information?

Yeah- that was your logic.

Kraven seemed to reach his limit with you. He pinned you to wall with one gigantic hand, tile shattering around you. You cried out, wondering if this kind of attack would let you blow cover.

Kraven came dangerously close, his knife centimeters away from poking out your eyes.

“You think you are funny? That you are protected, just because you know the Spider?” You grimaced, trying to ignore the knife. You kept your comments to a zero this time, not wanting to end up skewered. Kraven grunted, the knife moving from the bridge of your nose to your forehead.

“Well little fawn, I hate to break it to you- but the Spider-Man? He is no predator. He is prey. Just like the rest of you.” You gasped, the knife piercing your skin. Kraven drew across your face, coming down around your cheekbone. Blood began to seep, flooding your vision. You bit your bottom lip as Kraven kept talking, holding in a scream. If he kept this up…

“And soon, we will show New York what it truly is. A house of prey… But where to do this?” Kraven asked, flicking to knife. It curved across your neck, grazing the skin there but deeply cutting your collarbone. This time you screamed, kicking your legs. You caught Kraven in the gut and sent him skidding away from you. You gasped, knees shaky. Blood was streaming down your face, but head wounds always looked worse than usual. You were just worried you couldn’t see out of your left eye, and about the cut across your collar. You wiped your eye with the back of your hand, trying to get the blood out.

Kraven on the other hand?

He was laughing.

Kraven stood up, waving his men away when they tried to help him.

“It looks like you’re not as helpless as you look huh?” Kraven chuckled, picking up his knife.

“Nevertheless, you need to be made an example of.” Kraven stalked over to you, wiping the blood on his knife onto his bare arm. You pressed yourself to the wall, running over the options in your head.

He would kill you if you didn’t do anything. You crouched, preparing to run. It was better than dying or giving up your cover, but if still made you feel like a coward.

Kraven chuckled, knowing what you were attempting to do.

“Do you really think-” Kraven stopped, seeing something under his foot. The villain bent down slowly, snatching a piece of paper from under his foot.

“A high-school dance? On this date? How amusing. Is this yours?” Your eyes darted to the flyer in his hands- it was yours. You kept a straight face and glared.

“Oh… It is. How amusing. Actually- this is just what I required. You certainly are full of surprises little deer. But now, it’s time to say-”

Before Kraven could finish his monologue, he got completely blindsided. Kraven’s men yelled, pointing and brandishing spears. Spider-man.

You don’t think you could have been more happy to see him. You watched as he took out the goons, one by one. It was pretty impressive. Kraven was still passed out. You glared at his unmoving body, tempted to run over to him. Instead your eyes landed on the knife he had cut you with. You ran over, grabbing the bloodied knife from the floor. Now that you looked at it, it looked nothing like you’d have expected Kraven to be carrying. It was high tech- and green. You frowned and quickly shoved it in your backpack. You leaped up, seeing Kraven starting to shift.

“(F/n)! Get out of here! What are you doing?!” You looked up and saw Spider-Man gesturing towards the stream of hostages flooding the exit. You held back a retort and nodded, dashing up the steps.

You may have been bloody- but you had information. You ran, dodging your way through the crowd.

Now you had only one question- where was Peter?

You had waited for an hour, looking for him. Peter hadn’t been one of the hostages, so where was he? He hadn’t completely ditched you had he? You crossed the street, ignoring the loud honks directed at you. You winced, feeling the cut on your chest widening. If you could find Peter you needed to patch yourself up. You were strong, but you didn’t want to bleed out. You were just about to call off your search for Peter when your phone rang. Your phone. Of course- you had stuffed into it pocket when the big guy had grabbed you. All this time you could have just called Peter. You took a deep breath and slipped out your phone, seeing that it was indeed from Peter.

“Hello? Peter?”

(F/n)! I’m so glad you picked up. Where have you been?!” You smiled, hearing that Peter was definitely fine and was acting like himself.

“Actually, I got caught up.”

“Where?”

“Peter, I was one of the hostages.”

“Really? (F/n)- are you okay? Do you need me to come and get you?”  You stopped and sat against the sill of department store. You sighed and looked at yourself, knowing there was no way you could walk home like this.

“Yeah.. actually Peter, I do need some help.” You admitted. Peter seemed shocked.

“Oh. Okay- um where are you?” You looked behind you, seeing the name of the store.

“I’m at Katie’s kitties… Who names their store like this?” You muttered, taking in the bright store window. Inside you saw kitten products, and then cages with cats in them. You felt a pang of homesickness, the cats reminding of Wakanda.

“Wow. Okay you’re actually kinda close to my apartment. You hang tight, I’ll be right there.”

“Thanks Peter. Really.” You said as you hung up, looking back at the store. You stood up and walked inside, frowning as the doorbell was replaced with a cat’s meow. You looked up, seeing the bell was in the shape of a calico cat.

Weird.

The only one else in the store besides the cat’s was a old lady, red glasses balancing on her hawk nose. You waved, only to realize she was sleeping. You dropped your hand- at least you didn’t have to explain the blood.

You walked over to middle of the store, seeing a large glass display case holding around fifteen to twenty cats.

You couldn’t help it.

You scampered over and peered over the plexiglass wall, grimace dissipating into a content smile. The nearest kitten looked up at you and mewed. You sighed and dropped your arm inside the case, petting the tiny kitten with one finger. The kitten was light brown, with big blue eyes. It continued to talk to you, mewing as it curled around your finger.

It was so cute.

You smiled and past the time by playing with the kitten, forgetting your injuries. When Peter finally go there, you didn’t notice him at first.

“(F/n)? Oh- there you are…” You sat on a small stool, playing with the brown kitten. But Peter wasn’t looking at the cute little kitten- he was looking at you.

“(F/n) you’re hurt! Are you okay?” Peter asked, rushing towards you. You looked up at him and dropped the kitten on your lap, suddenly remembering what you were doing.

“I’ve been better.” You croaked, lips caked with dried blood.

“You said you needed help- not medical attention!” Peter exclaimed, looking you up at down.

You stood up looking Peter in the eyes as you shouldered your bag.

“And you can help me with that right? Besides- the cuts aren’t that deep.” Peter gave you a skeptical look.

“Come on, let’s go. We’ll determine how bad you are back at my place.”

“Ow!”

“Sorry (F/n), but this is necessary.”

“I know- it just stings.” You muttered as Peter applied more alcohol to your forehead. You sat against his bed, Peter crouching over you as you tipped your head back. Peter rubbed some of the excess blood from your closed eyelid, and then dabbed at your cut, removing whatever invisible germs had manifested there.

“How do you know how to do this?” You asked, looking up at Peter as he worked his way down your face.

“Uh- boy scouts.” Peter said absently. You nodded, which caused Peter to grab your head and move it back in place, much to your annoyance.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine. It’s just your health- that’s all.” Peter said sharply, avoiding your eyes as he worked. You looked back up at him.

Was he… mad at you?

You frowned at him, taking in his attitude. Sure he was trying fixing your cut- but he wasn’t doing it gently.

“What?” Peter asked, noticing that you were glaring at him.

“What do you mean what?”

“You’re glaring a hole in my face (F/n).” You let out a long breath through your nose, not looking at Peter.

“You’re mad at me.” You snapped, arms folding. Peter stopped working on your face and looked down at you.

“Huh?”

“Peter you’re pissed at me! I can tell! Don’t deny it.” You said and glared at him head on. Peter made a frustrated noise in his throat and dropped to his knees.

“I’m not really mad at you- not intentionally,”

“Really? Seems kinda like you are.” You snapped. Peter made a face at you, throwing up his hands.

“Well how am I supposed to feel?! It’s like you’re asking to be in danger!” He exclaimed loudly. You looked at him, mouth wide open.

“And how am I doing that?” You asked angrily, wincing when you tried to move.

You hated being injured.

Peter made a frustrated face and ran his hand through his hair.

“You’re just- I don’t know- being yourself!”

“Oh so being myself puts me in danger?” You asked. Peter realized what he said and shook his head.

“No (F/n)- that’s not what I meant just- first you want to meet Spider-man, then you get attacked by Kraven-”

“The second one is not my fault Peter-”

“(F/n)! Just listen okay? I know it’s not your fault-”

“Then why are you mad at me?!”

“Because I care about you!” Peter shouted. You blinked, falling silent.

Peter realized what he said, eyes widening.

“I mean- like I care because you could get hurt or…” Peter trailed off, closing his eyes as he slumped forward, hanging his head. A warm feeling had crept into your chest.

You blinked, watching the fading light from the window fall across Peter’s brown hair.

“Peter…” You sat up and extended your arm, letting it fall on his shoulder. He flinched, jolting when you touched him. You stared, surprised at his sudden movement’s. Peter looked at you, and then down at the hand that laid on his shoulder.

“If it makes you feel better, I-”

“Peter, someone is here too- Oh! I didn’t know we had a visitor!” Peter shot up, looking at the brown-haired women in the doorway.

“Aunt May! What are you doing here?”

“Peter. I live here.” The women- Peter’s aunt said and then looked down at you.

You smiled awkwardly and waved. Aunt May saw you injuries, eyes widening.

Peter looked back at you, and then back to his aunt.

“(F/n) was in an attack by Kraven. One down in the subway. I’m helping her.” Peter explained, beating her to the question. Aunt May nodded, eyes still on you.

“Are you okay? Do you want any snacks? You can stay as long as you want.” You smiled, liking Peter’s aunt immediately.

“But I’m gonna have to steal Peter from you for a bit- he needs to talk to someone who came by to see him.”

“Came by to see me…”

Someone leaned into the room, peeking past Peter’s aunt.

“Yeah- and we need to make it quick. I have a meeting in an hour… (F/n)?”

You froze, terror and shock overriding anything else you had been feeling.

Tony Stark stood in the doorway.

Quiet Mouse (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Request: The one where the reader is an avenger yet never talks. The reader develops a crush on Bucky. One day some agent makes an insulting remark about Bucky and she tells the agent to screw off. 

Warning/s: None.

Author’s note: An alternate universe where Civil War never happened (I don’t like seeing my babies fight and get hurt T^T) and everyone is getting along. 

Bucky knew what he did was wrong. He did. Steve had constantly reminded him and everyone that it was HYDRA’s fault and not his, and he believed in him. But some people are not convinced. Especially some agents in the Avengers tower. 

He was in the briefing room reading a file about the upcoming mission that Fury had assigned him and Steve. The captain left him in the room because he has to go somewhere important. He hid himself behind one of the shelves there when two male agents had entered the room.

“I don’t know why Captain America had brought the Winter Soldier here." 

"Yeah. Does he think that we are all supposed to be fine with having a criminal in the same building as we are?" 

"For gosh sake, that man is a walking killing machine. He could kill everyone here in this goddamn tower single-handedly." 

Normally, when Bucky hears stuff like this, he would just ignore them and be on his way. But sometimes, it gets all a little bit too much. He felt anger seep through his veins as he clenched and unclenched his fist, trying his hardest to calm himself down as he continued listening to the insulting remarks about him that the two agents are exchanging. 

Some time during the conversation, Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. He dropped the file on the ground and made his way towards the two agents. 

"Hey!” Someone yelled from the door. Bucky stopped his tracks and watched as a figure enter the room. He squinted his eyes to see who it was. When he recognized the person, all the anger he felt melted away in an instant and was replaced by surprise and confusion. 

It was (Y/N). Everyone in the world knows her as an avenger. As for the Avengers, they knew her as their friend. Bucky watched as she placed her hands on her hips and glared at the two agents. “First of all, how dare you insult Bucky Barnes. You two have no right to judge him by the way the media portrays him to be. You don’t even know what he had gone through. If you have nothing nice to say, then keep your damn mouths shut.” she scolded, gritting her teeth. 

Bucky was surprised. Everyone knows how quiet she is and how she rarely talks, except when it comes to mission and some other stuff. Tony even gave her the nickname “Quiet Mouse” because it fits her perfectly. She’s quiet and a bit short. This didn’t bother her, though. Both her and Bucky had talked before but it was mostly when he or she needed a favor. During some time in the tower, he developed a strong attraction towards her. Something about her was intriguing. He would look at her from a distance and watch how her expression changes when she reads a book, how her eyes hold that hint of amusement when Thor, Tony, and Steve talk about the things which are worthy of lifting Mjölnir, how she observed everyone in the room like the wallflower she is yet always misses his gaze. 

The two agents glanced at each other before the other one stepped forward. “So what if we insult Barnes? Is he your boyfriend?” the guy taunted. 

“No.” (Y/N)’s glare hardened. “But he’s my friend. And friends have each other’s backs no matter the cost." 

The agents chuckled and shook their heads. "Sweetheart, just go back to your books and stuff.” the other guy said. 

“If I hear you two insult Bucky again, you better run.” She threatened. 

The agents smirked and one stepped closer, wearing a smug look. “Or else what? What will you do?” he stepped closer and leaned forward in a taunting manner. “You will break my bones with your little arms?" 

The other agent chuckled at what his pal had said. (Y/N) only smirked before punching him square in the face, making him stumble backward. "I’ll break your face first. Then your bones.” she told him. 

Bucky watched the scene with amusement in his eyes. Who knew the quiet mouse can pack a punch. (Y/N) didn’t notice him since he was hiding behind the shelves. 

The guy whom she punched stood up and grunted in pain, clutching his now bleeding and broken nose. He glared at her. “You bitch! You’re gonna pay for that!” he said and charged towards her. (Y/N) prepared herself for the impact. She was about to dodge the attack when someone had rushed in front of her and heard metal clash against flesh. 

(Y/N) looked up and saw Bucky standing in front of her. Her eyes grew wide. What’s he doing here? she thought to herself.

The agents stared at him looking terrified, especially the one who had swung at her. Bucky glared at them. “Did anyone ever tell you to never try and hit a lady?” he said, his voice sounding deep and sounding annoyed.

“I - I - I - she….“ Bucky gripped the guy’s fist tighter, making the guy yelp in pain. "Do that again and I’ll make sure that you won’t see another day. Both of you.” he said. 

The agents nodded in fear and Bucky released his grip on the fist. The two agents hurriedly left the room, for fear that Bucky would break them to pieces. (Y/N) stared at the door where the two agents exited. 

Bucky turned around and faced her. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked. 

(Y/N) jumped at the contact and looked up at him with wide eyes. Immediately she felt her cheeks flush in pink and cleared her throat. “Y-yeah, I’m okay. Where did you come from?” she asked looking around. 

Bucky rubbed the nape of his neck. “Well, I was already in here when you entered.” he said. 

She nodded her head. When she realized this, her eyes grew wide and looked up at him with shock. “Wait, what? Y-you were already here? So that means….” she trailed off before closing her eyes and hid her face on her hands. 

Bucky smiled down at her when he saw her cheeks turning pink. Cute, he thought to himself. He nodded, as if she could see him. “Yes, I, uh, heard everything.” he said. 

“Oh god….” (Y/N) muttered, groaning in embarrassment. 

Bucky chuckled and placed his hands on her arms. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed.” he said. “It’s nice to know that someone still sees the good in me, aside from Steve." 

(Y/N) sighed and slowly looked up at him. She chewed on her lip, cheeks still blushing. Bucky looked down at her and gave her a smile — a genuine one. "Thank you for defending me, (Y/N). I appreciate it.” he told her, softly. 

(Y/N) returned the smile that he gave her. “You’re welcome, Bucky.” she said. 

Bucky smiled and leaned forward, dropping a kiss on top of her head. (Y/N) froze at this as he smirked at her reaction. He stepped back. “I’ll drop by your room at 7. Wear something nice.” he said and walked towards the door. 

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, looking back at him with confusion. “‘Wear something nice’? Why, what’s the occasion?” she asked. 

Bucky stopped by the door and turned back to her. “We have a date.” he smirked, winking at her before leaving her in the room. 

Both of them could barely contain the smile that was growing on their faces all day.

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.

boy: I really hate it when girls--

me: I have literally never cared less about the ending of a sentence in my entire life.

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Also, I just have a lot of feelings about this:

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Because Natasha is almost always the one to initiate when it comes to Steve:

mentions Phil Coulson’s Captain America trading cards when she first meets Steve to ease him into the chaotic atmosphere of the helicarrier

continuously tries to set him up, to the point where she can bring it up in the middle of a mission and he just goes along

texts him about business with emoticons

steals the hard-drive Fury gave to Steve and, instead of cracking it on her own like she very well could’ve, she goes back to the hospital to find Steve because she wants to work with him, as a team

and then literally bares her scars to him and makes a joke about it because making jokes during tense situations is what she does and again, Steve is so used to it that he goes along with it

I’m not going to use The Kiss as a point because that’s technically cover stuff, but after, she openly asks him about his “dating life” and rather than seeming surprised or whatever when he admits that he’s kissed at least one person since coming off the ice, she looks happy for him because he’s actually trying

he comes to her to ask what’s bothering her after they find refuge in Sam’s guest bedroom, because Steve Rogers comforts people, he tries to help them, it’s what he does - but Natasha reaches out to him, asks him about something that’s very important to her - if he trusts her - because she genuinely wants to know, maybe she’s almost desperate to after he’s saved her life, and she almost can’t help it, so she asks because she wants to know how he sees her

THE CHEEK KISS IN THE CEMETERY

joins in on teasing Steve about the “language!” and instead of acting exasperated like with the others, he actually teasingly fights back

accepts their supposed impending death in Sokovia with this sad, small smile on her face, looking perfectly content to spend her last moments with him, so comfortable in his presence that she doesn’t even have to look at him -  his presence is enough

Natasha almost goes out of her way to connect with Steve and I love it, not just as a shipper, but as someone who loves Natasha and hates seeing her characterized as emotionally distant and detached. Is she cautious? Yes. Is she not as affectionate as others? Yes. But she doesn’t shy away from being openly affectionate with the people she cares about, the people she loves. It manifests in different ways - snarky banter with Clint, an understanding akin to loyalty with Fury, sympathetic conversations with Bruce. And with Steve? It means reaching out to him and making the first move. I think we all see a terrible loneliness in Steve and Natasha doesn’t want that for him. She wants him to feel like he belongs with them, in this time, because this is his home now and he deserves to feel that way. From the very beginning, she’s been the one to initiate a personal interaction with him and I think that says so much about how their relationship works, because Steve isn’t the one that wears his heart on his sleeve with personal matters like this, and he isn’t the one that is trying to fix her - she’s trying to be open to him, reaching out to him in a way she believes will finally get him to reach out, too. Maybe not to her specifically, which is why she tries to set him up with someone else, but she wants to see him reach out to someone, to lean on someone and not carry all of this weight on his own shoulders anymore. She wants to chip away at the ice so that he can have an intimate connection with someone and not be so alone, because if he has that with someone then it means that he finally has a reason to truly exist in this new life he was thrust into, and that means Natasha would’ve finally gotten it right.

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It had been a long day. Tony had been on the phone most of the day. His hands running thru his hair about every ten minutes. Making some lunch. You walked into Tony’s office and smiled at him. “I made lunch.” You said holding up the plates. Holding up his finger telling you he would be one minute. You can him a look that said lets eat. When that didn’t work. You gave him the puppy dog look. “Let me call you back. Y/N brought in lunch.” He said hanging up. “Thanks babe.” He said giving you a quick kiss. “You’re working to hard. Can’t you call it a day?” You said handing him his food. “I’ll be done soon.” He said taking a bite. “Tony come on. I haven’t seen you all day. You just got back. When do I get to see you. I’ve seen the mechanic more then I’ve seen you.” You said getting up and walking out of the office. Leaning back on the couch. He knew he had been ignoring you. He didn’t mean to. He just want to get this all done. The last thing he remembers is falling a sleep.

The house was quiet when Tony walked into the hallway. Wondering what happen to you. He started yelling out your name. “Y/N!” Tony screamed That’s when he heard your laugh. Your laugh was what he fell in love with first. Walking into the bedroom he saw who was making you laugh. It was the mechanic. “Run away with me Y/N. I’ll make all the time for you. You deserve all the attention.” “Let’s go.” You said grabbing his hand and running past Tony. “Y/N Y/N!” Tony started screaming.

Hearing your name you ran into the office to see Tony a sleep. He was having a bad dream and keep screaming your name. Straddling his lap. You tried to wake him up. “Tony, babe I’m here. Wake up.” You said touching his face. Tony slowly woke up. Surprised to see you. “You didn’t leave?” He said hugging you. “Of course I didn’t leave. Are you okay. You were having a bad dream.” You said hugging him back. “I dreamed you left me for the mechanic.” You started laughing. “It’s not funny.” “Tony, I’m never going to leave you. I just miss you. Beside our mechanic is like 80.” Tony gave you a look before he started chasing you to the bedroom.

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