I'm Not A Pin-Up Girl

Not Alone

Steve Rogers x Daughter!Reader

Not Alone

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Could you do one where Steve finds an orphaned little girl somehow and he kinda takes her under his wing please?

Note: Awwwwww. Let’s say reader is about five years old? Maybe a bit younger?

After Sokovia, S.H.I.E.L.D. and Stark Industries set up a program to reunite survivors with their families and find them sustainable housing. Steve Rogers and the rest of the new Avengers helped some days, trying to help families find each other.

It had been months, and yet one little girl hadn’t found her family. And she wouldn’t. They were all gone.

“Sweetie,” Steve knelt down in front of you. You were sitting in a chair under the tent the team was stationed at. It was empty, and the only people left were them and you. “How would you like to come home with us?”

“Okay,” you nodded, sniffles left from all of the crying. You wiped your eyes. Steve smiled, offering you his large hand. You latched onto his finger as he led you to the quinjet. Steve helped you into a car seat and buckled you in. The machine took off.

“Are you Captain America?” you asked. He smiled, gentle blue eyes sparkling.

“I am,” he nodded. “But my friends call me Steve. You can call me Steve too, if you want.”

“Steve, where are we going?”

“To the Avengers Facility,” Steve answered. “Somewhere you’ll be safe, where you won’t have to be alone.”

“Good.” You smiled gently. “I don’t like being alone.”

***

Weeks later, you woke up crying. Nightmares about Sokovia plagued your sleep and you could never seem to sleep without a disturbance.

Steve came to your room soon after, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and clicking on your bedroom light.

“You okay?” he asked. You shook your head, fresh tears forming in your eyes. He jogged over and sat on your bed. “Hey, hey, I’m here. It’s okay, I promise,”

“It was Sokovia all over again,” you sobbed, your tiny body shaking. “I was all alone…”

“You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone.” Steve grabbed a tissue from your nightstand and wiped your tears away.

“S-Steve, please don’t leave,” you begged.

“I won’t,” Steve smiled softly. He bent forward and kissed your forehead. “I’ll sleep on your couch. Right over here.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Goodnight Steve,”

“Goodnight,”

Our man it’s proud♥

Looking for mutuals

What I reblog the most is: • Netflix Marvel (Defenders, Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, Iron Fist, Punisher) • Marvel MCU (Including Agent Carter) • DC TV (Arrow, Flash, Supergirl, Legends) • Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire • Yuri!!! on Ice • Sense8 • Lucifer (Fox TV Series) • Wonder Woman • American Gods

I also follow • Katie McGrath • Sebastian Stan • Hayley Atwell

My usual ships are • Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers • Lena Luthor/Kara Danvers • Yuuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov

Occasionally I will spam my blog depending on which series I watch at the moment. Like/Reblog if you are interested c: Hate free blog!

Talk to Me

A/N: Okay, so I don’t know if the person who requested this wanted it as a drabble or a fic, so here it is as a fic! haha I hope you guys like it! Please let me know what you think, feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

Prompt: Anonymous asked: Steve X Reader with “Why don’t you ever talk around me? I’ve never heard you speak.” please?

Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. You shut your eyes as you concentrated on your powers. You opened your eyes and saw that the table in front of you was now levitating. You smiled as you started moving it around the gym. You were practicing your powers for the team. Nick Fury and Sam Wilson had approached you three months ago, telling you that they needed you to be a part of the Avengers. You had agreed and moved in with the team immediately.

Your powers were complicated, to say the least. You were able to speak any type of language with little to no practice, your agility was enhanced, and you could move things with your mind. It was a lot, but Sam had stated that they mainly needed you to translate for them and that you’d need to practice your other powers before you could become a full time member.

So, three months later, you were training nonstop and only starting to grasp your powers. You took a deep breath and gently set the table on the ground. “Wow, you’re really improving!”

You turned to see Steve standing in the doorway. You gave him a short smile and nodded. Quickly, you started packing up your stuff and walked out of the room. You didn’t want to talk to Steve Rogers yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, it was more of a difficulty to work up the courage to talk to someone new. With your powers, you often had a hard time reverting back to English and found yourself talking in foreign languages. Other times, you’d have a hard time talking without a heavy accent from the last language you spoke.

You found Steve dangerously attractive and didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him, so naturally, you avoided him. On top of your struggles to manage your powers well enough, you were extremely afraid to say the wrong thing to him. What would you even begin to say to him?

Steve sighed, watching you walk down the hall towards your room. He wasn’t sure what he was doing so wrong to make you seem so scared of him. He ran a hand through his hair and noticed that you had forgotten your water bottle. He walked over to it and grabbed it. He started walking towards your room, but decided against it. He didn’t want to make you any more uncomfortable.

Keep reading

For @spoonking-andmasterofyoursoul…song is “Gasoline” by Halsey. Such a good song, by the way. Enjoy!

Y/N let out a yawn as she padded around the large room. She was currently wearing her workout clothes. She had napped through the earlier training session. She was glad Steve didn’t wake her up for it: she had a brutal mission the night previous. However, when she did wake up, it appeared the tower was empty. Y/N thought about asking JARVIS, maybe catch up with them, but decided against it. It was rare she got the tower to herself and she was going to use it to her advantage.

This was why she was making her way to the largest training room in the tower. A smirk played at her lips as she entered the empty facility. The sight brought her a sense of serenity. It was one of those feelings that one enjoyed, like the same feeling when sitting in a small library.

“JARVIS,” she spoke up, “Could you play my playlist ‘Powerhouse’?” “Of course, Ms. Y/N.” “Loud volume, as well, please.” “Understood.”

Y/N began her workout as the song began to play. She hurried through her workout; stretching, boxing, lifting, and even a little gymnastics. She paused her workout for another water break as one song ended. A smooth sound, belonging to the following song, caused her to shut her eyes. An idea popped into her head. Normally she wouldn’t, but no one was around, so why not?

Bucky strolled through the tower, heading to the main floor. His ears perked up as he felt music pounding through the floors. He knitted his brows. He was sure he was alone in the tower. The rest of the team went to hang out at a club. They wouldn’t be back until later.

Still confused, Bucky made his way toward the thumping music. It didn’t take long to deduce it was coming from the training room. The closer he got, the clearer the words became.

Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me? Just to pour that sucker down the drain like me? Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

Bucky peeked in and saw Y/N moving gracefully across the mat. His eyes widened at her movements. He wasn’t sure what he was more surprised at, Y/N being the only one home or the fact that she was dancing. He didn’t even know she could dance. She had always been so shy about it. Bucky blushed, realizing exactly what he was doing: spying on his crush. Still, he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

She dropped her shoulders and head back in time with the music.

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me? Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?

She dipped down to roll across the mat, torso arching slightly. Her head circled, hair following.

Do the people whisper ‘bout you on the train like me? Saying that you shouldn’t waste your pretty face like me?

She popped up and lifted one leg in the air. Her arms held onto the leg.

And all the people say…

Her body twisted before leading into a leap.

“You can’t wake up, this is not a dream, You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being, With your face all made up, living on a screen, Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

Oh, oh, oh, oh, I think there’s a flaw in my code, Oh, oh, oh, oh, These voices won’t leave me alone,

Bucky watched on with awe. The way she moved was seamless, never missing a beat, never missing a step. He felt so stupid. How couldn’t she dance when she was as skilled a fighter as she was? It must’ve been second nature to her. The former assassin’s breathing had grown heavy.

Without having realized it, Bucky had stepped toward her, being drawn in by her movements. Even more amazing, through it all, he realized he was connecting with the song. He related to it, understood it.

And all the people say…

"You can’t wake up, this is not a dream, You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being, With your face all made up, living on a screen, Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

It was so similar it was nearly a physical ache. Y/N managed to detail his emotions through her dancing. He wondered if she related to it as much as he did. Bucky lowered his head as he thought, the ache growing in his chest.

Unbeknownst to him, Y/N spun and caught sight of his figure. She fumbled for just a moment. She knew he must’ve been watching as evidenced by his crimson blush. But, there seemed to be something else. He seemed pensive, upset. This worried her a bit.

In time with the music, she walked over to him as silently as possible. She wasn’t mute, but he was too consumed by his thoughts. Gently, she reached out and grabbed his hand. His gaze shot up, still soaking in the words.

Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold.

“Are you okay?” she whispered. He gave her a small, shy smile. “Y-Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” She smirked at him. “It’s alright. The song does a pretty good job at keeping me calm, so I’m gonna spare your ass today.” Bucky laughed. “I appreciate that.”

He rubbed his metal thumb across her knuckles. The words continued to wash over him. After a moment, Bucky half-grinned.

“I think that’s my new favorite song.” Y/N’s raised a shocked brow. “Really? Mr. 1940s likes a newer song?”

He nodded while gently pulling her closer. She felt her heart begin to race. A blush of her own crept up her neck and cheeks. His lips ghosted over hers as he spoke.

“You definitely had something to do with it,” he murmured.

Want to Request? : Submit Here

The Biggest Fanboy (Pietro Maximoff Award)

—————————————————————————————
 Pairing:
 Peter Parker x Reader Winner:
 @hair-dye-or-nawh Warnings: None Notes: Here is the fourth award request (almost halfway through, yay!) After this one I think I might try and write another part to We Start Over and maybe some of my old requests. I just wanted to take this opportunity to say thank you for 3k followers and once again apologise for how little I’ve been posting. I have alot of stuff going on in my life (more mental than anything) and it’s just so mentally exhausting that I don’t have alot left to put into my writing. Anyway thankyou to everyone that has stuck by me and always enjoy! —————————————————————————————

Being the youngest Avenger definitely had its perks. Such as Tony making you all the tech you could possibly want just to make sure you were safe, and basically having a super soldier bodyguard. However, there was thing that sucked about being the only young member of team. It was incredibly lonely. Sure the rest of the team tried to include you whenever they could, but you were so much younger than them that you didn’t really have all that much in common. That was why when you heard of the spiderboy, you were intent on making him your friend. It would be great to have someone your own age that understood the whole superhero lifestyle, so you’d pretty much begged Tony for his address and decided to drop in on him the first chance you got.

Knocking on the apartment door, you were greeted with a face of a kind looking woman that you assumed to be his aunt. “Hello, Ms Parker. I’m Y/N, a friend of Peter’s.” You smiled innocently at the brunette woman, hoping she believed you. “Oh of course, can’t say Peter’s ever spoken about you before but come on in.” She smiled, opening the door for you to enter. Nodding, you stepped in to the small apartment. “Peter’s room is just upstairs and to the left.” She gestured with a smile. “Thankyou Ms Parker.” You smiled, heading up the small staircase and towards the newest Avenger’s room. Knocking twice you waited for a shout of confirmation that you could enter before pushing open the door.

What was inside was definitely not what you expected. Flickering your eyes over the walls you could see multiple pictures of the team, but the face that seemed to be covering most of the pale blue walls, was yours. “Sorry Aunt May, I’ll come and fix the washing machine in just a…” Peter trailed off eyes latching on to your awed expression. “Wait… you’re not Aunt May…” Peter stuttered. “You’re… you’re…” He gulped, watching as you stepped towards one of his posters, running your fingertips over the image of you in your mission outfit. “I’d introduce myself, but it seems that’s not needed.” You smiled, turning on the nervous looking boy sat at the desk. “Uh… no… I uh…” He stuttered, cheeks flaming red. “Well, for the sake of moving this conversation along…” You grinned, perching on the edge of his bed, “I’m Y/N, one of your new teammates, I just thought that since, y’know we’re the ‘babies’ of the team, that we should get to know each other.” You babbled, eyes still darting around the room. “Uh yeah… hi… I’m Peter.” He replied, standing up and shuffling around slightly before crossing his arms. “I know.” You grinned, patting the space next to you as you pulled your legs up and sat cross legged. “So Peter, when did you become my biggest fanboy?” You chuckled, jabbing him in the side slightly as he sat down. “I wouldn’t say that I was… I’m not…” He babbled, looking adorably flustered. “You know you’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” You smirked, enjoying the pink colouring that came to his cheeks, yeah you two were gonna get on just fine.

If T’Challa fits, he sits

Creative photos from mom and her two daughters

Instagram : @allthatisshe

loose ends

Summary: He picks up a photo on a bookshelf and Bucky sees her face, her smile between him and Steve and-

He’s breaking down a door, she’s screaming. Metal around her throat, nothing more than choked gasps from her mouth-

-he does not want this memory back.

Word Count: 1225

Warnings: Character death, torture, murder.

He’s so far gone when they find him, incoherently mumbling while unconscious. HYDRA already knows his name – Sergeant James Barnes, from the 107th. If anything, it’s a reunion seeing him back in the lab and Zola smiles as he’s placed on the medical table, already measuring the circumference of his arm.

There was a train, he knows. Memories of a man in blue reaching for him swirling around his mind, and then of a woman he left behind, far before the snow and tracks.

He wakes up and neither of them are there, yet something nags at the back of his mind, telling him that they should be, would be. His vision is hazy but he can make out a man that should be his enemy, the phantom feeling in his left arm before he’s strapped down, despite being too drugged to lift a finger. There’s something digging into his temples, someone says go and-

He’s slipping. Every scream that falls past his lips takes a piece of him with it and he shouldn’t be there.

He shouldn’t be there.

He shouldn’t be there.

Steve’s always telling him, “be careful,” and Bucky always replies, “I am.”

But he’s not and he slips into a diner and into a booth, as far away from the windows as possible. He’s learnt that no matter how little money you have, you can get into anywhere as long as you look like you’re supposed to be there so he does, slouching in the seat and smiling at the girl already sitting there.

“Hey,” he turns on his charm and she’s more amused than flattered. Her eyes flicker upwards to the guys that run by the window, engrossed in the pursuit of someone. “What’s your name?”

“(Y/N).”

What is your name?

James Buchanan Barnes.

“James Buchanan Barnes.”

The scientist frowns, marks something down on paper.

“Go again.”

Czytaj dalej