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Repost it. So someone in MARVEL see’s it. Becouse we are his ARMY AND WE WILL PROTECT HIM!

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.

Tati//P.M

//Tati= Daddy//

//Dragostea Mea= My Love\

//printesa= Princess\

//Voi sparge-o= I’ll break it down\

//Sunt însărcinată= I’m pregnant\

~The reader finds out she’s pregnant with Pietro’s baby before the fight with Ultron~

(A/N: Let’s all imagine Pietro and Wanda both lived in the tower long before the battle to keep this imagine some what realistic)

(Disclaimer: In this Pietro and The reader are speaking Romanian because i took inspiration from some other Pietro imagines and a lot of them were using Romanian, i also think the language is beautiful. I don’t speak Romanian so for the sake of this imagine i used google translate so if some of the words don’t actually translate well, i apologize) 

Warnings: light swearing, vomit, sadness

word count: 1, 676

4 weeks. 4 weeks since the day mother nature should have given you her monthly gift, usually you would brush it off as stress or just the fact that your period was naturally irregular but with the agonizing back ache and headaches you were becoming slightly suspicious. Your mind slowly drifted to Pietro and how your relationship still hadn’t been clarified or shared to the group, were you even in a relationship or just friends with benefits..amazing benefits. You slowly shuffled out of bed, quickly swallowing an aspirin from your night stand that had become your best friend over the past week. Just as the pill slipped down your throat a violent urge to vomit ripped through you as you bolted to the en suit lurching over the toilet as you emptied the contents of your stomach. Groans left your lips as the vile taste settled in your mouth, this is all you needed to confirm your suspicions..well this and a pregnancy test.

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hi love!! can you do a peter parker (civil war) imagine with the prompt "he carries you to bed" ik it's not from any list or anything but

Peter balances the notebook on the arm of the couch, scribbling down notes for his history class. 

“What’s next?” he asks.

There’s no answer, so he looks down at his lap where your head is resting only to find your eyes shut. You’re asleep with your mouth slightly open, and the history book rising and falling slowly on your chest.

“Oh,” he mumbles, smiling down at you fondly.

He shifts, carefully moving you off of his lap to stand. You only begin to stir when he takes the book from your hands and places it on the coffee table. He hushes you, lifting you into his arms gently.

“Go back to sleep,” he says, quietly. “I’m just taking you to the bed.”

You hum, only half listening to what Peter is saying, and lean into his chest, allowing him to carry you into his bedroom. He pulls the blanket back with quite a bit of difficulty, placing you gently on the bed and sliding in beside you.

“Night, baby,” he whispers, kissing your forehead.

13. and 14. with Peter Maximoff, please? ❤ You are awesome!

Thank you!! ❤

13. “Kiss me” + 14. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always”

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Some angst, I guess?

You trailed back towards the school, head down so as to avoid eye contact with any of the other students or teachers. If you looked up, you were afraid they’d see the tears you were so desperately trying to suppress, and you didn’t need anyone asking if you were okay; that would undoubtedly just make you burst out crying.

The little control that you had over your powers had you feeling distressed – even with reassurance from both the Professor and Hank that you would get better, you were having a hard time believing them. You felt embarrassed, the other students having witnessed what you could (or, more specifically, couldn’t) do, and just wanted to curl up on your bed and sleep for an eternity.

When you didn’t come down for dinner, you heard a small knock on your bedroom door; you considered not answering it, until you heard Peter’s voice on the other side. “Y/N? It’s Peter.”

You crawled out of bed with some reluctance before finally opening the door. Your eyes were bloodshot, and you had trouble focusing on the silver-haired boy stood in front of you.

“I brought you some food.” He lifted up the leftovers in his arms with a tender smile.

“What, did the Professor send you?” you asked, opening the door wider for Peter to enter. You took a seat on the bed, gesturing for Peter to do the same.

He closed the door, sitting down across from you and setting down the food. “No.” He shook his head, “Jean told me you were having a rough day; I was worried about you.”

You sighed, tearing apart a piece of bread half-heartedly. “I’m just not sure I belong here.”

“Of course you do, why would you say that?” Peter responded gently.

“I don’t know.” You put down the food, running a hand through your hair. You felt the tears begin to well up in your eyes again. “Everyone else is just so much better than I am.”

When the tears started to fall again, Peter was right there beside you, holding you in his arms. “Shh,” he whispered, he lips so close to your ear that it sent a shiver down your spine. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

You smiled despite yourself, leaning into your best friend. He held you like that for the rest of the night, only letting you out of his sight when you got up to go to the bathroom.

Things seemed to get better for you over the next couple of weeks, Peter always there to reassure you whenever you needed it. You trained harder than ever, and the Professor even commented on how much you’d improved.

One night, after a particularly challenging but rewarding day of training, you walked back up to the mansion, a smile plastered on your face. Peter beamed when he saw you, thrilled to see you looking so upbeat.

“Good day?” he asked.

You nodded, smiling even wider at the look on Peter’s face. His eyes were so full of warmth, and you suddenly felt inexplicably overwhelmed. “Listen … I never really thanked you for helping me out that night. I don’t think I could’ve done this without you.”

Peter shook his head, “No, all of this came from you. I won’t take any credit for that.”

“Then don’t.” You gave a little shrug, a smirk crossing your lips. “Kiss me, instead.”

Peter looked up at you, surprise clear on his face, though didn’t hesitate to lean in once he knew that you were being serious. He kissed you softly, pulling away when you both heard a small cough from the doorway.

Jean, Scott and Jubilee all stood with wide grins on their faces. “It’s about damn time,” said Jean.

Daddy Makeover

Pairing: Father!Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader

Word Count:1030

Summary: Bucky has a five year old daughter who wants to give him a makeover.

Request:  omg will you write one where bucky is the readers dad and the reader is still pretty young (like 5-7 ish?) and they like to give bucky makeovers and steve walks in when buckys hair is all done up and stuff?

Note: I honestly love writing this kind of stuff, like please send me more of these kind of scenaros with Marvel Parents

“Uncle Tony!” Your, oh so, small legs carried you into the lab of one of the ‘Uncles’ you lived with. “Uncle Tony, have you seen Daddy anywhere!?” You yelled once more before standing in front of him.

Tony grabbed you from the waist and set you on his lap. “Sorry squirt, haven’t seen the old man today.”

“Awn…” You pouted lightly. You jumped off his lap before saying “Alright. Bye Uncle Stank!”

“Halt bugger brain!” He got onto his feet, walked towards you and turned you around to face him. He crouched down to your height. “Where did you here that name?”

“Uncle Rhodes told me.” You giggled a bit. “He told me if I called you that he would give me candy… Which he did.”

He sighed before shaking his head. “Alright, fine. You can run off to find your dad now. Bye squirt.” He gave you a light pat on the head, sending you off. When leaving the lab, you heard your Uncle yelling “Rhodey!”

-

You made your way to the living room, since that’s where most of your ‘family’ would be. In your five years of living, you lived with your dad, Bucky, and the rest of the Avengers in the Tower. You never really knew your mother since no one will tell you what happened to her so you didn’t bother asking until they wanted too.

“Auntie Tash! Uncle Clint!” You ran towards the pair that were sitting on the couch and sat in-between them.

“Hey, bub. What do you need.” Natasha asked you while petting your long hair.

“Have any of you seen Daddy?” You asked them, looking at them with hopeful eyes.

“Sorry, [Y/N], we haven’t seen him today.” Clint told you which made you sigh. “Why don’t you go ask Uncle Steve, he usually knows where he is.”

Your eyes beamed because it was true, Steve always knew where he was. “Thank you Auntie Tash and Uncle Clint!” You gave them both a quick peck on the cheek before you short legs carried you towards where you thought your Uncle Steve was.

“Uncle Steve, where are you?!” You called out, frantically looking for him.

“I’m in the dining room.” You heard his voice and you ran faster, well as fast as your legs could.

When you ran into the dining room, you saw him talking with Wanda. “Uncle Steve, there you are!” You hugged his long leg before he bent down to pick you up which you wrapped your arm around his neck and your legs around his waist. “Hi Auntie Wanda.” You smiled at her and waved.

“Hello, [Y/N].” She came closer and poked your side lightly which made you laugh a bit.

“Hey, munchkin.” Steve gave you a small peck on the cheek. “What can I do for you, shorty?” Steve was your favorite uncle, everyone knew that. He was there with you since birth and after your mother died, he watched over you when Bucky couldn’t or when he needed it because it got hard for him to do it all alone.

“Do you know where Daddy is?” You asked what felt like the millionth time. “Uncle Clint said you would know where he is and it’s really important.”

He cocked an eyebrow at you. “What is so important that you have to look for your dad?”

You shook your head. “You’ll see later, Uncle Steve. So can you please tell me where he is?”

He mimicked your action with a light chuckle. “He’s in his room watching some Television.”

“Thank you, Uncle Steve.” You waited a second but you were still in his arms. “You can let me down now, Uncle Steve.” Yo gave him a serious look.

“Sassy, aren’t we?” He asked you but you didn’t bother answering, you just giggled and nodded. “I’ll see you later, munchkin.” He set you down on the ground where you were once again short.

“Bye, Uncle Steve and Auntie Wanda!”

-

You entered you fathers room with a big smile. “Daddy!” You exclaimed when you saw him sitting on the couch in his room.

He turned his head at the sound of your voice. A smile formed on his lips when you came running towards him, so he grabbed you and sat you on his lap. “Well, hello princess.” He gave you a small kiss on the cheek which you giggled at because his stubble tickled when it rubbed against your cheek.

“I have a very important question too ask you, Daddy.” You gave him the same serious look you gave Steve.

“And, what would that be?” He cocked his eyebrow, such as Steve did.

“I want to give you a makeover.” You gave him a pleading look, a look that he couldn’t resist.

“Why do I need a makeover, don’t you think I’m pretty enough? Do you think I’m… Ugly?“ He played the fake offended. He started to tickle you which put you into a fit of giggles.

“D-Daddy, s-stop it!” You giggled at, it was a sound he could never get tired of.

He stopped once you asked him because, like him, you get mad when you have too ask twice. “Only because I love you.” He told you while giving you another kiss.

“So, about that makeover Daddy…”

-

An hour later and whatever makeover items you had, later, your dad was all dolled up. He had a bunch of braids in his shoulder length hair, red lipstick and blue eye shadow and he still doesn’t know what he looked like.

You heard the door open and Steve’s voice was heard “Hey Buck-” He stopped when he saw the view. “Wow, you never looked any better, Bucky.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Punk.” You father muttered.

You gasped and lightly tapped your dads shoulder. “Daddy! Language…” You scolded your father on his 'dirty’ language.

“Steve, you corrupted my daughter!” Your father exclaimed.

“At least we know she won’t swear…” You heard your uncle whisper to no one. You saw him take at his cell phone. “The internet will love this. Smile!” You complied and smiled for the picture while your father looked back at you, with a small smile playing on his lips.

Heroes aren’t fearless. Heroes are brave, bravery requires fear, and fear is born of loving something enough that its loss would break you.

Bring Me To My Knees (Pt. 3)

Summary: Bucky accidentally demolishes your house. With nowhere else to go, you move in with him. 

Prologue [1] [2] 

Warnings: minor Civil War spoilers, a teeny bit of angst 

Word count: 2000 

 A/N: Let me know how this chapter is! It’s a lot more mellow than the other ones but I hope you guys like it the same ^^  Happy reading~

Tagging: @pleasecallmecaptain @waitingfortherightpartner @procrastinatingvirgo @soivebuiltupaworldofmagic @inhyoungchan @plzstoptalkingnow

He doesn’t know what he expected, but when Bucky woke up you weren’t in the fort beside him. And sure, he definitely hoped you would be (so he could squeeze a few extra minutes of you in his arms before he had to go on pretending like every sideways glance didn’t send his chest throbbing) but maybe it was better this way.

It was definitely better this way.

Bucky found you sitting on the kitchen counter, sifting through the folder he recognized from the day before.

“What’s that?” He nodded to the papers in your hands.

“Morning to you too.” You grumbled jokingly, to which Bucky rolled his eyes and walked over to the fridge to find some breakfast.

“It’s - well it’s gonna sound really weird if I tell you.” You closed the file and put it on the counter beside you, swinging your legs around to face Bucky.

“You’re not reading up on my 30’s days to try and see what type of girls I like, are you? ‘Cause I can promise you fit that profile just fine.” Again with the flirting; Bucky wanted to shudder.

“Definitely not.” You laughed, which, in hindsight, was worth his awful attempt at a pickup line.

“So then what? It can’t be that bad.” You shrugged, waiting for him to come out from behind the open fridge door. He pulled out a jar of marmalade and yanked a loaf of bread out from a cupboard smoothly, almost like a dance. It was nice seeing Bucky move like he was sure of himself, the only other time it happened was when he fought.

“Okay, fine.” You huffed, turning your eyes to the hem of your shirt and playing with it. “So you obviously know about my powers, the whole electromagnetic wave thing?” Bucky made a noise to say he did.

“Well I found out about it because of a fight with my family. One second I was furious and the next no one in the room remembered who I was.” You rubbed your arm awkwardly, a little too worried to glance up at Bucky.

“That’s when Fury found me, and I thought it would just be easier to let them live without me. But I don’t want to live without them, so I have Maria keep track of them from time to time. This is just the newest report.” You tapped on the thick beige paper and chanced a look at your roommate.

Bucky was frowning, not in an ‘I feel bad that you’re so weird’ way but in an 'I know exactly how that feels’ way. He knew what it was like to wake up one day and not have anyone to go to. He also knew what it was like having your memories erased, and he wished he could do something to help your family recover them.

“I’m sorry,” He placed his flesh hand on your thigh and rubbed comfortingly, thoughtlessly. “how are they doing?”

You gave him a small smile and flicked open the cover, sharing pictures and cliff notes on their lives with him. Bucky should’ve been looking at the file, he kept telling himself to just take your eyes off her, you can’t pull her into a hug. And he really wanted to hold you close and make sure you really were okay, because he’s seen sad eyes like those before and he hated when you were sad. If he could do anything to make you feel better - hug you, braid your hair, cook for you, force your family to remember you, hell he’d go back in time and stop it from happening if you’d asked him to - he’d do it all without hesitation.

“My sister’s pregnant!” You smiled wide but Bucky could see the tears building up. He thought that’s what he would be doing too, if he had news of his sisters back with Hydra. He squeezed your knee and smiled back; he couldn’t do much, but sometimes you said happiness was contagious, so maybe he could make you feel better with this.

“Congratulations.” He stopped his hand from reaching up to cup your cheek, swallowing the action down like Asgardian ale.

—-

“Tony you moron, I told you to go right!” You could hear Tony snicker into the comm, if he weren’t 400 feet above ground you’d be ready to punch him.

“You know, you’re really good at this directions thing Y/N, wanna voice my GPS too?” You nearly growled as you watched the monitor in front of you, seeing the little blip that was Tony turning around and making a right.

“A little help might be nice, if you two’re done bickering.” Nat called in, probably busy kicking more ass than Tony had all week.

“He’s on his way. Buck you’ve got incoming, the door to your 6.” You announced, following the small bundle of dots as they moved in on Bucky.

You worked the comms more often than not, only because your power wasn’t a pick and choose type thing. If you used your powers around your team mates they’d be out just as fast as the bad guys, so you either worked by yourself or took charge of behind the scene orders like you were now.

“Got 'em. Where to next?” He asked with a grunt.

“Northeast. There’s a room connected to the one you’re in now.” You watched him walk towards the sectioned off area on your blueprint.

“There’s no door, you sure this is it?”

“Yep, get in there soldier.” Someone on the line was snickering again. Tony.

There was a huge smash - Bucky’s fist through the wall - and he was in.

“What’s in there?” You asked, watching Bucky’s dot on the screen ping in the same place for a solid minute.

“Bucky?” No one made a sound. You couldn’t even hear him breathe, it was like someone hit pause.

Because he couldn’t move, couldn’t make a sound. His heart was hammering and pictures of everything were flashing like cameras on the red carpet.

“желание” It started, heavy boots echoing in his memories.

“ржаветь” He could taste the blood in his mouth, seeping from his tongue just after being wiped again.

“семнадцать” He flexed his fingers, made a tight fist, flexed again. The cryo made it hard to move, the cold breeze in the room wasn’t helping.

“рассвет” His breath was shaky, a product of his reluctance to lose control.

And then it was your voice, saying his name. Bucky, not Soldat, not Winter Soldier, and suddenly it was easier to shake off the flashbacks.

One blink and his superior was gone. Two and the straps hugging his wrists disappeared. On the third he was back in the Hydra Base with Nat, Tony, and most importantly, you.

“Ready to comply.” He growled lowly, tearing the red journal that started his trip down memory lane off of its pedestal and stuffing it into his pocket.

“Barnes what’s your status?” You were clearly on edge, worried that something happened to him and whatever it was hadn’t registered on your screen.

“We’re good to go.” His voice was strained, gruff, but he was trying to make it sound casual. Trying to pretend like he wasn’t a loaded gun ready to go off at the sound of a couple words. Trying not to think that whoever got a hold of the scarlett book in his pocket would also have a hold on him.

“What happened back there?” Nat met him in an empty hall on their way out of the building, having been sent by you to figure out what went wrong.

“Nothing, I took down the wall and grabbed the book.” Bucky shrugged, walking a little faster to try and avoid the conversation.

“It took you five minutes to break down some drywall?” She asked, not falling for the lie for a second.

“No, but my comm shorted and I didn’t wanna do anything stupid like wander around without eyes on the place.”

Natasha sighed, sure that he wasn’t telling her everything but knowing he wouldn’t speak to her unless he really wanted to. Bucky was more stubborn than a mule, surprisingly, he was more stubborn than she was.

Bucky kept his mouth shut for the remainder of the trip.

—-

It was late. Dark enough outside to need a flashlight if you wanted to stray from the streets. Bucky was almost 100 percent sure you were asleep, and he was more than 100 percent sure that he should be too, but he couldn’t.

Every time he closed his eyes all he saw was red; the leather of the notebook, the sticky liquid that used to drown his hands, the colour that clouded his vision when they handed him a rifle and told him the name of another target, another victim.

He guessed it really wasn’t much of a surprise that you were awake, because his pacing in the living room did seem a little louder than he would’ve cared to be under other circumstances. He didn’t even notice your head peaking out of the bedroom door until his name left your lips - soft and sweet and totally undeserving of that caring tone.

He stopped in his tracks, flicking his eyes to yours for a second before averting them right back to the couch. His jaw was clenched, but he forced out a smile.

“You’re up real early.” He joked, strained. You frowned and tiptoed out of the room, eyes watching him so softly he would’ve thought you were admiring a sleeping puppy. Your hand ran over his arm, rubbing some of his anxiety out with your touch.

“What’s going on Buck?” He swallowed, taking a second to appreciate how his thoughts were dissipating with your presence.

“What do you mean?” He was hardwired to avoid answering questions, he really couldn’t help it.

“You know what I mean.” You sighed, but looked up at him patiently all the same. “What happened today?”

Bucky clenched his jaw again, he didn’t want to think about the words or the book or the assholes who made him do all those things. He didn’t want to remember.

“All it takes is ten words for me to lose control. Ten little words and someone’s life is over. Ten words and I have another memory that I don’t want to live with.” You were tangling your fingers with his now, lightly pulling him to the kitchen behind you. You sat him down on the counter, your favourite seat, and pushed some of his hair behind his ear softly.

“We have the book now Buck, no one’s gonna use those words on you again.” You reassured, fingers lingering against his skin for added comfort.

“We don’t know that. SHIELD was compromised before, they might even do it themselves if there’s an enemy you can’t beat. I can’t trust anyone with those words Y/N, I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.” He looked so broken, so worried and you couldn’t take it. Your hand cupped his cheek and pulled his forehead down so it leaned against yours. The intimacy seemed to help prove the dedication in your next sentence.

“I won’t let that happen. I promise Bucky, no one’ll ever use those words against you ever again.”

It was quiet for a while. Bucky couldn’t tell how long you stayed like that, eyes glinting with your stern promise and your nose just about touching his. All he knew was that when you pulled away he believed you.

“Now, how about some hot chocolate?” You twisted and pulled out a pot from under the stove. Bucky watched you with the hint of a smile, think about how much he lucked out with you. And God he loved you, more than he thought he’d ever love anything.

“Thank you.” It felt like he was thanking you for more than the hot mug you’d just placed in his hands. You smiled as warmly as the steaming milk in his cup and ruffled his hair.

“Anytime.”

The Courtesy Rules Of Blindness

from The Courtesy Rules Of Blindness

“When you meet me don’t be ill at ease. It will help both of us if you remember these simple points of courtesy:

I’m an ordinary person, just blind. You don’t need to raise your voice or address me as if I were a child. Don’t ask my spouse what I want–“Cream in the coffee?”–ask me.

I may use a long white cane or a guide dog to walk independently; or I may ask to take your arm. Let me decide, and please don’t grab my arm; let me take yours. I’ll keep a half-step behind to anticipate curbs and steps.

I want to know who’s in the room with me. Speak when you enter. Introduce me to the others including children, and tell me if there’s a cat or dog.

The door to a room or cabinet or to a car that is left partially open is a hazard to me.

At dinner I will not have trouble with ordinary table skills.

Don’t avoid words like “see.” I use them too. I’m always glad to see you.

I don’t want pity, but don’t talk about the “wonderful compensations” of blindness. My sense of smell, taste, touch or hearing did not improve when I became blind, I rely on them more and, therefore, may get more information through those senses than you do–that’s all.

If I’m your houseguest, show me the bathroom, closet, dresser, window–the light switch too. I like to know whether the lights are on or off.

I’ll discuss blindness with you if you’re curious, but it’s an old story to me. I have as many other interests as you do.

Don’t think of me as just a blind person. I’m just a person who happens to be blind.

You don’t need to remember some “politically correct” term, “visually impaired”, “sight challenged” etc. Keep it simple and honest, just say blind.

         In all 50 states the law requires drivers to yield the right of way when they see my extended white cane. Only the blind may carry white canes. You see more blind persons today walking alone, not because there are more of us, but because we have learned to make our own way.”

Prank Him (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Request: Can you do an imagine where reader is Loki’s daughter and in love with Steve? When Loki finds out him and Thor reunite to bring Steve in the most ridiculous situations.

A/N: This day I’m super productive and ready to finish all my requests😉 I hope you enjoy and feedback is appreciated ❤

You were madly in love with Steve Rogers. That was supposed to be a good and heart warming feeling for most people. Well, you couldn’t say that it wasn’t for you, it really was. But your father was Loki Laufeyson.

Steve and you had to be really, really careful. Your dad was the god of mischief, he sure did something to trick you and learn if he did something to hurt you or the couple of you did something he didn’t like. But you were always there to tell him for once again with Steve that he’ll never hurt you.

Actually he didn’t know that you were dating. He was really suspicious of the Captain. At first he thought that you both were best friends. Anyway friends, partners or anything if anyone hurt Loki’s daughter, then disaster is going to happen.

Until one day.

The Avengers Tower was full of life that night. That’s because of Tony’s new party. Tony one of your best friends used to plan parties after each victory of the Avengers’ missions.

You took off your suit and let it fall off your shoulders slowluly as you did your makeup at the same time. This took you approximately ten minutes. Lets add five more minutes for finding a dress for the occasion. You were really tired from your mission but you had to go to the party.

You opened the door only to reveal a really good looking Steve. You grinned and his hands wrapped around your waist.

“You look beautiful baby girl.” He cooed against your ear, breath tickling your skin.

“You don’t look that bad yourself, Captain. You are handsome.” He snorted and kissed your nose. “You are such a dork.”

“Mm only for you" You stuck out your tongue at him and interwined your fingers with his. “Your dad is here too. When are we going to tell him?”

“I don’t know, Stevie.. I know we have to any time soon, but not now. We can try another time. He nodded and you opened the doors for the party. You walked in and nodded over your dad.

“You look gorgeous, daughter.” He said and spun you around. You laughed and sat next to him. “So what are your plans for tonight?” You pouted your lips and looked around. You lied your eyes on Steve for a second or more but then met your dad’s gaze again.

“I don’t know..Maybe meet a guy, dance.. Drink.. You know, usual stuff.“ He quirked an eyebrow. “Just kidding! I’m just gonna drink. Maybe…” You mumbled and winked at Steve. Oh how much you loved messing with the guy..

“Uh okay. I’m going to join Thor. Have fun sweetheart” You smiled and when Steve realized Loki was far enough, he moved closer to you and grabbed your hands.

“So you like it don’t you?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Like what?”

“The image of Loki cutting me into a million pieces.” You laughed.

“We are dating for five months. You should know by now that I am a trickster. I got it from dad.” He chuckled and rolled his eyes. A slow song started playing but neither of you wanted to dance. But Steve leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. It was so good that nobody realized the angry figure of your dad turning around and heading towards Thor.

“Brother, I might need your help.” Loki never called Thor brother. He knew something was happening. “Did you know Steve and my beloved daughter were dating?” Thor, who had a mouthful of fries shrugged his shoulders. “I have a great idea and you are helping me.”

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“Captain of America good to see you here.” Thor said at his friend. Loki was right behind Steve and you were somewhere in the crowd chatting with Natasha, Wanda and Peter.

“Good to see you too.Enjoying the party Thor?” Steve asked while taking a sip from his beer. Little did he know that a magic spell was casted into the drink.

“Yeah, it’s pretty good but unfortunately, I forgot to bring a good amount of Asgardian Liquor..” Steve formed an oh. He soon started feeling weird.

You walked towards the two men. “Are you having fun uncle Thor?” Thor nodded at you and messed with your hair, a habit he had since you were little. You immideately fixed them and waited for his response.

“Sure I am.” Steve was getting, smaller?

“Steve are you good?” Your eyes widened when he was becoming skinnier. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” Obviously noone could hear you with the extra loud music on. Your boyfriend was just turning into his preserum self.

“What?” Steve asked as he drunk more of his beer. He was getting even smaller. He would soon turn into a little kid.

“STEVE YOU ARE TURNING INTO A KID!” You noticed that Thor was trying his best not to burst out in laughter. Steve was panicking. “Thor what did you do?” You questioned calmly. You knew he wouldnt tell you. You just grinned and moved your fingers creating your blue magic. “Do you know anything about what happened to Steve?”

“Your father found out that you are dating and he know wants to prank.” You groaned and grabbed Steve’s little hand.

“Dad can you fix my boyfriend?!” You shouted angrily at him.

“Woah Steve what happened to you?! What boyfriend?” He tried to play dumb but you weren’t in the mood for that.

“Dad, I know what you did, now fix him.” Loki looked down at the floor and shook his head.

“Fine, but as I do, will you please explain your father why you didn’t tell him about your lover?” Your lips formed in a thin line. You closed your eyes as you tried to find the words.

“I..uh.. I guess I was scared to tell you..” He stopped casting his magic for a second.

“What?”

“I was scared that maybe you would try to make me or Steve break up with each other. I love Steve and I don’t want to lose him.” Steve was now his adult self. He gazed around and pushed his hair away from his face.

“I understand. I loved too but I lost. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you too. Steve here is a good guy. You have my wish.” Your eyes widened and you chuckled hugging your dad. “Easy princess” He laughed and motioned Steve to come to the hug too. Steve hesitated at first but then felt comfortable enough to join. “Oh and something else”

“Don’t do the ‘if you hurt her im gonna kill you’… It’s classic.”

“I was just going to say that if you need to prank him, take a video so I can feel even more proud of you.” You laughed and ordered drinks with the two most important people in your life.