LOKI - WANDA

Dishes

Summary: You make a drunken bet with Bucky and now you must deal with the consequences.

Word Count: 1142

Warnings: Cussing lmao 

You woke up feeling like someone had jumbled your bones from the inside your body while simultaneously being gently fucked in the skull with a jackhammer. When you finally gained the strength to crack open your sticky eyelids (no doubt caked with last night’s mascara), you found yourself contorted across the couch in the common room of Stark Tower. Last night had consisted of one of Tony’s many unnecessary parties and a mistake of a bet with Barton; it’s needless to say he could definitely drink you under the table and it appears he definitely did.

You started to regain your motor skills just enough to comprehend the slight sound of whistling and sizzling coming from the kitchen, and the aroma of bacon crisping on the skillet. Normally this would have made you spring from your place of slumber in .02 seconds flat, but even the thought of sitting up, much less eating made bile rise in your throat. When you finally brought yourself to sit up and peer over the back of the couch, your tired eyes were met with the sight of a certain Super Soldier preparing breakfast, clad in a white t-shirt and sweatpants; metal arm glinting in the morning light.

“Well, look who decided to join the land of the living” Bucky chimed flashing a smug grin before flipping a pancake in a pan.

“Shh, don’t speak. Not yet anyway.” you whispered, cradling your head in your hands. Your voice sounded as though you had screamed for a number of hours and you didn’t even want to think about what your face looked like. You pushed your body up from the couch and were met with painful aches all over as you slowly stood up and practically stumbled to a stool at the breakfast bar. Maybe it would have been funny, due to your zombie like appearance, but right now you couldn’t concentrate on anything except not heaving your guts out. He slid a glass of water and a few aspirin to you, and you mumbled something that loosely resembled the word “coffee”.

“Coffee later, first you medicate.” he said before sliding the glass closer. Groaning, you grabbed the capsules and took them, before asking him the most frequently asked question following a night of heavy drinking and partying.

“What the hell happened last night?” you grumbled, laying your head down on the cool surface of the counter.

“Well to sum it up for you, Barton challenged you to a drinking bet and you, being the stubborn little girl you are wouldn’t back down; you were hammered by the 5th shot of tequila and ended up standing on the coffee table doing a surprisingly okay karaoke version of “Fergalicious” with Sam. The rest of the team was also pretty wasted except for Steve, Vision and I. Tony nearly broke a hip trying to spar with Nat. Overall it was basically just a mess.” Bucky explained, seemingly unphased as though he was describing an average Friday night.

“I have only one other question.” you looked up into his steely blue eyes as his eyebrows crinkled in curiosity.

“Yes?”

“Who performed Fergie’s rap verse?”

“…You.”

“Was it any good?” he laughed and proceeded to place pancakes and bacon on a plate for himself and sat down across from you, sliding you a mug of coffee your way as he did so.

“Surprisingly yes,” he said, stuffing a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Flawless.” You smiled, silently thanking him and brought the mug to your lips.

“Damn right, those lyrics have been engraved in my brain since 2006.”

Silence fell between you two, only the sound of his fork scraping his plate and you sipping from your mug coursed throughout the kitchen.

“So, nothing I should regret then?” You questioned as you swirled the coffee around in your mug. He looked into the distance for a second before a look of realization took over his features.

“You dared me to arm wrestle you.” he said, waving his metal arm at you teasingly.

“Did I win?” you asked, already knowing the obvious answer.

“No,” he chuckled, biting down on a piece of bacon. “Needless to say you owe me $500.”

You giggled, looking up from your mug expecting him to join you at expense of the joke he just told. That was a joke, right? Your smile started to fall as he looked upon you, pokerface unfaltering.

“You’re kidding right?” you questioned. He looked at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hell no I’m not kidding! I won the bet fair and square, and you were the one who wagered all the cash in your wallet. Better pay up, darlin’.” A toothy smile on his stunning features as he saw your expression of dismay and panic.

“That’s uncharacteristic of you Bucky, taking advantage of a drunken girl and robbing her of all she has. Her pride, money, what kind of monster are you?” you said dramatically, placing the back of your hand on your forehead and tossing your head back. Bucky laughed heartily, the gorgeous noise sounding throughout the room. He placed his empty plate next to the sink, as it was already filled to the brim with countless empty glasses from last night’s antics. Walking over to your side of the island, he stood closely behind you, You could feel the heat radiating off of his form and his hot breath on your neck.

“I’m sure there are other ways you could pay off debt, doll.” he said just above a whisper, his voice lower than usual sounded gravelly and you’re almost positive you just felt his lips brush against your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat when you tried to speak.

“Really? And what would you suggest, Barnes?” you tried to sound confident, you really did; but it just came out like a squeak.

“Well for starters,”  you felt his hands brush at your hips, one bringing warmth and the other sending chills up the left side of your body. But as soon as they came they were gone, the shadow of his body completely absent as he started walking towards his room. “You could do the dishes. Looks like a real pain in the ass, if you ask me. I’d hate to be the person stuck dealing with that.” he gave you a shit-eating grin as he walked backwards into the hallway, pointing finger-guns before he disappeared behind his door.

You sat, flabbergasted; The blush that had risen to your cheeks had vanished and your demeanor was almost immediately replaced with anger and vengeance.

“FRIDAY, please relay a message to Sergeant Barnes for me?” you asked the system.

“Of course. What would you like to tell him?”

“Tell him I’m going to send him to the seventh circle of hell.”

Listen - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1060 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: swearing Requested by anon “May I request a Bucky x reader inspired by "What part of don’t come back for me didn’t you understand, you idiot?” Answered with-“I’m not as smart as I look” please? If you have the time :)“ Authors Note: I hope the idea I put behind it worked :) I just kinda, started writing, and this is what happened. I actually really like it.

Masterlist.

"Bucky,” You told him, trying to get his attention.

“I’ll get you out of this!” Bucky yelled.

“No, you can’t.” You told him, but he didn’t look at you. “Bucky, go.”

“I can’t just leave you here!” Bucky argued.

“You have to. I’ll be fine, I promise.” You grabbed his arm.

“But…”

“Go to the quinjet. Get back to the facility. Don’t come back for me.” You told him.

As you and Bucky were running in the forest from Hydra agents, you fell into a trap- a hole in the ground. How did you even manage to fall for that? But alas, there was no way to get you out. At least, not with Bucky around.

“But, I can’t leave you.”

“Go.” You told him, “I’ll be okay.”

“Alright…” Bucky said, and slowly let go of your hand.

Bucky walked away. You knew that agents would be checking traps soon, and you came go with two solutions.

One) Let the agents get you and try to kill them all off and escape.

Two) Try to conjure up your, hidden, enhancement.

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Cheering him up

Cheering him up

Bucky Barnes x reader

Prompt: “Could you do a Bucky X Reader in which he’s feeling down and the reader comforts him? Eventually it just ends up with them accidentally falling asleep with each other and Steve finds them all cuddled up.”

Notes: this is my first Bucky x reader fanfic so it my be a bit rough around the edges if you know what I mean. 

Warnings: one (kinda) swear?

You just arrived back from a single mission in Afghanistan to find the avengers headquarters empty. Most of the avengers (Steve, Tony, Natasha, Sam, Vision, Wanda) were all in Taiwan for a Gruesome battle against a terrorist organization. Your latest mission was to track down that terrorist organization and find out where they would be going next, which is Taiwan (obviously).

You sighed and exited the jet into the empty dim locker room. Quickly you took off your uniform and washed off the dirt and dried red blood from your clothing and skin. After your shower you changed into your favorite pair of yoga pants and an old tank top. You pulled on a hoodie and left the room and into the lounge area.

You heard a large thunder clap and your head snapped toward the window. It was now raining several hard on the window and a bright light of lightning lit up the film sky.

“Thank god the storm started now,” you absolutely hated flying the quinjet in a thunderstorm ever since you crashed one after a strike hit you. You were about to flop yourself on the couch when you heard something crash in the hallway. You ran to the bar and grabbed the gun that was underneath the granite countertop.

It’s probably just the wind blowing something over you thought to yourself as you started to walk down the hall quietly. You felt a light breeze coming from a room across from Steve’s room and decided that’s where the noise came from. Breathing in quietly you approached the room, you lodged your gun and barged into the room with your gun raised.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry Bucky, I didn’t think you were here,” you dropped the gun in your hand and walked over to Bucky who was looking through a book.

“It’s fine (y/n), it has happened a few times here,” Bucky said as he looked up from his book. You looked into Bucky’s eye they seemed red like they have been crying.

“Have you been crying,” you said kindly as you took a seat next to him on the couch.

“No I just uh watched a sad movie that’s all,” you rolled your eyes as you looked at the tv remote which is in the same place as it always was.

“You can trust me Buck. You don’t need to lie to me.”

“Ok maybe i’ve been crying but it’s just because I’m just feeling down at the moment,” he said as he put his book down of the table beside him.

“Can I cheer you up in anyway,” you said with a smile.

“No.”

Your smile turned into a frown and you turned on the tv near his bed again, “well I am going to cheer you up somehow,” Bucky sighed as you got up and sat on his bed. He turned around to see what you were doing.

“What the hell are you doing (y/n)?”

“Buying the entire Star Wars movie collection so we can watch them together,” you pronounced with a smirk.

“What the heck is Star Wars,”you groaned and put your head in your hands.  

“I don’t know, maybe just the best movie trilogy ever!,” you got up from the bed and grabbed Bucky’s hand pulled him onto the bed so that he could see the movie screen.

“Whatever, at least I get to stop reading that book. Steve said I should read it and it sucks,” you laughed and the both of you leaned against the headboard of his bed.

The two of you stayed up late watching the movie trilogy. Most of the night was very quiet but there was the occasional gasp and laugh from Bucky but nothing compared to when he found out who Luke’s father was. He almost fell out of his seat next to you.

It was around 1:30 in the morning when Bucky and you fell asleep on his bed. You rested his head on his shoulder while Bucky slept with his arms around you and his head up. Your goal was fulfilled you have cheered Bucky up.

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It was the early morning, you and Bucky were still fast asleep but the rest of the Avengers had just arrived back from Taiwan.

Steve walked back to his room quietly still wearing his now dirty uniform. He stood still in his doorway once he heard the Star Wars theme music coming from Buckys room.

He peaked inside the room, wondering why Bucky would be watching Star Wars and found you and Bucky were still asleep. Steve blushed as he saw the both of you together and went back into his room smirking.

“Damn buck you have always been the lady’s man.”

yin yang

Marvel! If you will hurt Loki we riot!

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

Prank King & Queen

Request: Could you do an imagine with deadpool where the both of you prank the avengers tower and they all catch it on tape and find you? Once they find you they also figure out that the two of you have been pranking basically everything and everywhere whilst wearing different meme masks?

Pairing: Deadpool x reader

Warnings: Swearing (what’s new)

A/N: Yo okay so I haven’t seen Deadpool so I don’t really know much about the character’s personality so I hope I did your request justice. I know I didn’t really do meme masks, but I did horror movie masks.Love y’all. X

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“Y/N,” You heard your name being whispered from the door of your room, and as you looked over you saw your buddy Wade, aka Deadpool, standing there suggestively with his hands on his hips, nodding his head slowly.

“Can I help you, beatle boy?” You asked, putting your book now and turning to face him.

“I think it’s time we go for round five,” He says, and you’re almost certain Wade is smirking under that mask, which covered his face along with his entire body which was covered as well.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, unsure of what he meant by round five.

“Remember when we pranked the rest of the hero dudes by standing in the dark wearing Freddy Krueger masks?” He asked, and you smiled at the memory, nodding, “I think it’s time for prank numero cinq,” He held up two fingers and you smirked.

You and Wade stood in the middle of the kitchen, waiting for someone to get up for a midnight snack - which was normally Steve. You both stood there, in Freddy Krueger masks from Nightmare on Elm Street, standing silently and perfectly still.

You heard a door open and shut, and you smirked to yourself knowing Steve was getting up for his ‘secret’ midnight snack, which was normally some cookies. You saw Steve’s body make it’s way into the kitchen as he let out a scream, his body hitting the wall behind him.

“WHAT THE FU- JESUS CHRIST, SON OF A BITCH!” He cursed, running back down the hallway, and you did your best to hide your laughter as you and Wade high-fived and went back to your rooms, mimicking Steve’s face.

“Alright, mister, and what might that be?”

~

The tower was silent, everyone was out on a mission and since you and Wade were both injured, you both stayed back. Luckily for you both, it was time for big prank number five. Your special power was controlling ice and water, so you were going to freeze over the entire room. Wade absolutely loved the idea, his face lighting up at the thought of giving Tony a little bit of a surprise when coming home.

You had slowly made your way around the house, your fingertips sparking blue as you covered the walls and furniture in a small layer of ice, Wade staying in front of you so he wouldn’t ‘slip and die.’

“It’s so cold in here, how can you handle it?” He asked once you finished the entire floor (the main floor), the ice shining a light orange due to the setting sun.

“I’m used to it,” You shrugged, about to take a sip of water until realizing it was frozen, making you roll your eyes and put the glass down.

“Do you feel cold?” He asked, an arm draping around your shoulders as you smiled lightly.

“No,”

You heard the elevator ding from a couple doors down, and knew that the gang was back, so Wade grabbed your hand and ducked you both under a cabinet, completely invisible to people passing by. You heard their chatter stop as Tony’s voice soon replaced the silence.

“What the HELL HAPPENED HERE?!” You heard him stomp his way into your vision, “ICE? REALLY? WADE, IS THAT YOU? YOU’RE BEHIND THIS, AREN’T YOU?”

You covered your mouth, silencing your oncoming giggles.

“It’s fucking freezing, where the hell did all this ice come from?” You heard Natasha’s voice as she made her way into the same room.

“Who do you think? Who do we know that can cast ice?” Steve tried hiding his chuckle as Tony shot a deadly stare at the soldier.

“Y/N! GET YOUR ASS HERE RIGHT NOW!” You hid your head in Wade’s chest, his heart beating fast. You slowly started to let the spark leave your fingers, noticing how the ice was slowly starting to melt, water droplets falling onto the less frozen ground.

“Fuck, no, you are not flooding my tower, nuh uh missy!” You couldn’t hold it in any longer and let out a loud laugh at Tony’s extremely pissed off face, making his angry eyes look directly at you as you saw him practically steaming, the other Avengers amused, laughing quietly.

“Yes, Mister Stark?” You asked innocently, walking out with your hands behind your back, quickly absorbing all the moisture you had created, making it disappear without Tony noticing.

“Y-You’re flooding my tower!” He flailed his arms and you cocked your eyebrow, looking around.

“I see no water, Tony,” You gave him an ‘are you crazy’ look, your lying skills playing in very well at a moment like this. Tony rolled his eyes and turned around, his jaw dropping quickly when he realized indeed, there was not a drop of water on any furniture or floor, his eyes bulging. He sighed and turned around.

“Don’t mess with me, kiddo, it’s been a long day,” He rolled his eyes and walked off, leaving you and the other Avengers laughing your asses off.

~

“Y/N! Wade! Will you come down here a second?” Tony’s voice called throughout the tower, making you groan and get off your bed, heading towards the kitchen. When you walked in, you joined Tony, looking at a security footage of the tower. Wade walked in, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you both watched the footage. You saw yourself walking in and freezing everything, hiding, and sucking it all back up when Tony called you out, making you cringe as Tony turned to face the two of you.

“So, this is what you two do on your time off?” He asked, and you looked over at Wade.

“Nah, just when we’re bored,” He shrugged and you elbowed him.

“This was a one time thing, we’re very sorry we startled you Tony,” You smiled sheepishly at him, giving him a slight puppy-dog look.

“One time thing? Really? What about the Freddy Krueger incident? Or when you pretended to be bad guys at my party by wearing the masks from the Purge and playing a video you two filmed of yourselves? Or when you put fake blood on the wall and scared the living shit out of us? Or when-”

“Yeah, we get it, we’re bored often,” Wade chuckled slightly, and Tony rolled his eyes.

“Next time you guys are here alone, you’ll have work to do,”

“No, Tony we’ll behave, we promise, right Wade?” You shot Wade a look.

“Yes, promise,” Wade put on a fake smile, and Tony eyed you two suspiciously before nodding and walking out of the room. Wade let out a sigh as you burst out laughing, walking over to him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I think we’ll have to be sneakier, prank queen,” Wade grinned, pressing a small kiss to your lips, making you smile back.

“Indeed we do, prank king,” 

Out Of The Shadows

Original request from a lovely anon:  Could you write a Matt MurdockXReader where they knew each other since they were young and when Matt gets blinded she was there for him and such. But when he left for Law School she stayed and she trained and turned into “Shadow” and she tries to protect Hells Kitchen and when Matt comes back they meet up as regular friends, each not knowing the other’s identity. They then meet up and they recognize their voices and idk. You can change it up if you would like. (Thank you)

A/N: I did end up changing it up a little bit, and I hope that’s alright! This was super interesting for me to write, so thank you for sending in the request!

Pairing: Matt MurdockxReader

Word Count: 2410

Warnings: Mild language, other than that, nothing

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“So, law school, huh?”

“Yeah…” His hand on my bicep tightens.

“You don’t sound too pleased about it, Matty.” I say. “What’s eating you?”

“I’m just a little apprehensive about leaving Hell’s Kitchen, that’s all.” He shrugs lightly.

“Oh come on, you’ve been wanting to get out since before you were blinded.” A few onlookers gasp at my insensitive words, but Matt just chuckles. He hates it when people tiptoe around him, so I don’t. “You should be celebrating your escape.” I pause and turn to face him, gently grabbing his shoulders and shaking him lightly. “You’re finally escaping hell. Literally.”

“I guess you’re right.” He says, chuckling lightly.

“Besides,” I say, once again leading him down the walkway. “Without me to cling onto, you’re definitely gonna get a ton of ass.”

“(Y/N)!” He cries.

“What? It’s true, Matt! Girls love guys like you.”

“Guys like me?” He questions, the smirk on his face evident in the tone of his voice. “You mean blind guys?”

“Yes!”

“Yes? What do you mean yes?”

“What I mean is that girls like funny, kind, sweet, smart, talented and handsome blind guys, such as yourself.” I explain. “And without me by your side, all of them are bound to flock to you like they’re bees and you are a gorgeous blind flower with the best pollen around.”

“Are you saying you were the reason I got zero dates in high school?”

“Oh please, the way I lead you around most people thought we were dating.” I roll my eyes at him. “At any given time I had a girl come up to me tell me how lucky I was to be in a relationship with you. We were a truly heart breaking couple you and I, Matt. What a shame it had to come to an end.”

“Oh? And how did “we” end exactly?” I can tell without looking at him that he’s trying to hold back his laughter.

“Oh it was simply tragic.” I say my voice dripping with sarcasm. “It was the middle of the summer after we graduated. The air was hot, but our hearts were cold. We couldn’t handle the pressure of being so perfect anymore! And so we parted ways, never to be lovers again.”

“That sounds like one of those terrible straight to video movies your mom likes to watch.” He snorts loudly before bursting out into laughter.

“How do you think I came up with it, dude?” I manage to say before laughing with him. Soon enough we come to a stop in front of Matt’s apartment building. “Well, this is your stop.”

“Could you walk me up?” He asks.

“I know you can manage it.” I say, rolling my eyes. “You may be blind, but it’s not like you can’t see.”

“Huh?”

“What?”

“I thought you had said-”

“I didn’t say anything.” I say cutting him off. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs.”

-Fast forward 7 years-

I’m asleep and the phone rings. I look at the alarm clock, and it’s nearly 8:30. Who in heaven’s name is calling me? It’s Saturday. I have the day off. No one should be calling me. Regardless of this person’s wrongdoings, I pick up my cellphone and answer the call.

“Hello?” I answer, the word coming out in a groan.

Are you seriously still in bed? A familiar voice says on the other end of the line.

“Shut the fuck up, Murdock, not all of us have a human alarm clock.” I grumble, slowly sitting up in bed, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes.

Hey, Foggy is my best friend. He counters.

“Oh? What does that make me, Matty, chopped liver?” He just laughs in response.

If the shoe fits.

“You know, I would beat you senseless if you weren’t blind.”

Good thing I can’t see shit then, isn’t it? He asks, sounding like he’s ready to laugh again.

“Yeah,” I answer. “For you.”

We still on for coffee?

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I unwillingly peel the covers away from my body and get out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom to get washed up.

We’re meeting at th-

“Yeah, I know, the cathedral,” I interrupt. “Really, Matt. I can remember stuff. It’s you I’m worried about.”

Don’t be, (Y/N). I know this city like the back of my hand.

“The thing is, you’ve probably gotten a new freckle or mole or something since the last time you saw it.” I say, starting the water for a shower. “Just don’t get lost, okay? I don’t know if I’ll be able to find you this time.”

I’m not going to get lost. I’m not fifteen anymore.

“Sure you’re not.” I chuckle. “I’ll meet you there in an hour, okay?”

Alright, see you then.

“See ya, Matty.”

We hang up and I hop in the shower to clean up from a rough night. I was out late as usual, beating up the stray thug and would be rapist. Everything was normal until a band of ninjas came at me and nearly took me out. Yes. I said ninjas. Ninjas in New York. Sounds like a terrible straight to DvD movie a day-care would have, but never play because they’ve gotten too many complaints from parents. Regardless, ninjas in New York. Very dangerous. I don’t recommend engaging them when they come anywhere near you. I just barely got out of there before the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen showed up to take them down. I stuck around just long enough to watch him take a couple of guys to the ground, err, roof. He had a sort of covering over his face. It covered everything from the tip of his nose up. As dark as it was, there’s no way he would have been able to see through the fabric, let alone take out the number of men he did with the sheer skill with which he did it. In that lighting and with the cover over his face, he had to have been blind. But that begs the question, if he is blind, then how did he do it? Who could have that sort of skill set?

My train of thought continues as I get out of the shower, towel dry my body and hair, get dressed and even as I’m leaving my apartment.

This entire occurrence has to be one of the absolute weirdest and most awe inspiring things I’ve seen during my night shift. Hell’s Kitchen certainly is a holding tank for weirdos. Regardless of the number of weirdos in my city, I am definitely glad the Devil showed up when he did. If he hadn’t I might be a murder scene right now. Still, where did he come from? There were no reports of

It’s not long till I’m approaching the front gates of the cathedral. Matt is already there, cocking his head like he does when he’s listening to something really intently.

“Hey there, Mr. Big Time Lawyer Man, how goes the big time law work?” I call.

“Oh you know, just big time law work in a dinky big time law firm that Foggy and I founded ourselves.” He says, turning in the direction of my voice.

“It’s good to see you, Matty.” I say, wrapping my arms around his shoulders in a hug.

“It’s good to see you too, (Y/N).” He says, hugging me back.

“Ooh, a comedian and a lawyer.” I pull away from him and poke his nose gently. “How is it that you don’t have a girlfriend?”

“I can’t see myself with any of the women I meet.”

“Shit’s getting old, Matt.” I snort.

“Yeah yeah, I know, but no one else lets me get away with it like you do.” A grin spreads across his features.

“That is true.” I nod, offering him my arm. “You ready to go?”

“Of course.” He nods, gently grasping my bicep. “Caffeinate me, baby.”

“See, it’s stuff like that that made everyone think we were dating.” I chuckle.

“Are we really back on this topic again?” He asks.

“Oh we’re always on this topic, Matt. Always.”

“Good to know we can just pick up where we leave off.”

“Perks of being such good, long time and stubborn friends.” We walk down the street, headed in the direction of the best coffee joint in Hell’s Kitchen. “We could probably pick up where we left off on a conversation from fifteen years ago and it would be like no time has passed.”

“In that case, how could you ever think that the second generation of pokemon was better than the first?” He questions.

“Hey, don’t question my choices blind boy, the series just went downhill after the third generation, it was the last season and game before the beginning of the end.” I argue. “They’ve got a living chandelier now.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, not to mention a walking bag of garbage. Do you wanna know what it’s evolution is?”

“Do I even want to know?”

“It’s like the contents of the dumpster behind Josie’s bar came to life.”

“Gross.”

“Yeah. Exactly!” I cry. “Why do you even care about me liking the second generation better than the first anyways? You couldn’t even watch it!”

“Just to piss you off, (Y/N).” He says, laughing quietly. “Just to piss you off.”

“Good to know we never moved past that point in our relationship.” Matt just grins at me in response.

When we make it to the cafe we order our drinks and just talk. We talk about anything and everything. He tells me about Foggy and Karen and how all three of them ended up working together. I talked to him about working at the shitty bank down the street and the weird people I see come and go every single day. We talk about the time we’ve been away, what we’ve done, what we’ve learned and who we’ve dated. As far as I can tell, he’s the same old Matt Murdock, but I know better than that. Something about him has changed, I can feel it, but I can’t quite put my finger on what it is. I shrug it off as we near the end of our visit and he has me walk him home.

“Do you want to come up?” He asks.

“Nah, I can’t.” I answer, trying to keep my breathing and heart rate normal, just in case his hearing is strong enough to tell I’m lying. “I’ve got a work thing. It’s super important, otherwise I would try to get out of it,”

“Alright.” He nods.

“It was really great visiting with you, Matty.” I pull him into a strong hug. “I’ve missed having you around.”

“I’ve missed you too, (Y/N).” He says hugging me back briefly before letting go of me. “We should do this again some time.”

“Maybe I can meet your friends next time.” He nods as he walks up stoop, waving goodbye to me. “See ya later, Murdock.”

-Three hours later-

I sit, crouched on a rooftop, waiting for some sign of wrongdoing going on in the city. It seems like a pretty slow night so far. No one’s tried to jump, rape or rob anyone so far, and no ninjas have showed up yet so I’m pretty bored. What’s the point of hero-ing if no one needs to be saved.

With a heavy sigh, I heft myself up from my spot, ready to leave, when I hear a light ‘thump’ alerting me to a newcomer on the roof. I turn around slowly to find the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen behind me.

This ought to be fun. I think.

I slowly approach him, looking him up and down, taking in his stance, posture and the sort of aura he lets off. Everything about this man is familiar, and suddenly I can piece everything together.

“Since when are you in the vigilante business, Murdock?” I question. “Thought you were blind, kid.”

“How do you know who I am?” He says, cocking his head to the side.

“You seriously can’t tell?” I ask. He shakes his head, ‘no’, and I sigh. “I thought you were better at the whole “listening to people” thing. Can’t you recognize my voice?”

“(Y/N)?” He says incredulously. “How did you know?”

“Something about you seemed different when we met for coffee today. Something about you changed.” I explain. “It also helps that I realized the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was blind after he saved me the other night.”

“So you’re The Shadow the street thugs have been talking about?”

“That’s what they’re calling me?” I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “I didn’t know I’d made a name for myself.”

“From what I’ve heard you’ve taken down street crime by fifteen percent since december.” He says. I can hear the slight smirk in his voice.

“What can I say?” I shrug. “I just really kick ass.”

“How’d you come to be “The Shadow”?” He asks, putting my alias in air quotes.

“A little over a year after you left for college I started training with someone. Sick, stubborn old bastard, but he was good.” I explain. “He told me about a previous student of his. No one after him seemed to make a good impression on him. Something tells me you were that student.”

“You trained with Stick?” He sounds almost angry.

“Yeah.” I nod, folding my arms across my chest. “He left after a year or so to go find someone else to fail him. Once he was gone, something made me want to try to help clean up the city or something. So, here I am.”

“Stick abandoned you too, huh?”

“Yeah, but who needs him anyways?” I turn back to look out over the rooftops. “Dude sucks.”

“Very astute, (Y/N).” He says, coming to stand at my side.

“Don’t use lawyer talk with me, Matty, I only went to community college.” Suddenly he cocks his head, clearly hearing something I can’t. “What is it?”

“Gang a few blocks over.” He answers. “I can’t quite tell what they’re doing.”

“Well, duty calls.” I smirk and take a few steps back before sprinting forwards and leaping across the gap between two buildings.

“This could be the beginning of a very strenuous partnership.” Matt mutters before following after me.

“Don’t be like that, Matty.” I say. “You’re never gonna get rid of me. I’m you’re new shadow, right?”

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Worry - Tony Stark x Reader

Words: 1351 Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Featuring: Clint Barton, Steve Rogers Warnings: slight angst Requested by anon “what’s up ;) lmao that was weird anyways, how would you feel about making a tony stark oneshot/imagine (because he doesn’t get enough love) where maybe the reader is dating tony and he has kept her in a safe house also (like clint does) and they find out about her after the location has been compromised and she was attacked/killed ;)) wow I’m angsty af and this was very descriptive sorry!!! love you and your writing!!” Authors Note: I love writing cute Tony so this was a must.

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“Yes, Tony, I’m perfectly fine.” You smiled into the phone, as you cooked yourself lunch.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You laughed. “What has got you so freaked out?”

“I don’t know, I’m just, scared.” He sighed.

“Don’t worry about me, it’s called a safe house for a reason, remember?” You told him, as you continued to make a sandwich.

“I guess you’re right.” Tony said, quietly. Tony took a page out of Barton’s book and put you in a safe house when you two fell in love and things started to get dangerous. Being engaged, he didn’t want anything to happen to you. It anyone to know that you existed- not even his teammates.

“I’m babysitting the Barton children today, remember? We’ll be fine.” You reminded him. Okay, Clint was the only one who knew you existed, which was okay. Tony trusted him, since he does have a family. And it gave you a chance to make friends with the family and their children- and be able to babysit.

“Be careful.” Tony said.

“Stark?” You heard a voice- probably Steve Rogers.

“Yeah?” Tony answered, moving the phone away a bit.

“Are you on the phone?” He asked.

“Mhm.” Tony said.

“Is it important?”

You could hear Tony sigh. “I guess, not.”

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Some fairly good-looking stranger. ( buckyxreader )

So hi guys, this is my first fic, story, imagine, call it the way you want to.

I apologize if there’s something wrong with the grammar, I’m not a native English speaker so, sorry, really.

And this is the end, lmao. Hope you like it!

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Warnings: language maybe? Idk, description of stitching wounds, and that’s it, really.

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