5 Works by natdal
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You're fighting with Leon S. Kennedy when you realize he's enjoying it a bit more than he should.
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Seeing who will cave first.
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You're escaping a long forgotten part of an Umbrella lab when the floor gives out on you. Leon S. Kennedy pulls you to safety, and while trying to catch your breath, you're overwhelmed with other ideas.
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Leon S. Kennedy fucks you through a bad day.
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Kiss In The Kitchen Like It's A Dance Floor by natdal
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
09 Nov 2025
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Workers working on the renovation of a local apartment building had talked about the money they had made selling off stolen Stark tech, and of course Peter came to me to help him with it. Especially since he wasn’t planning on involving Stark.
It didn’t go well, I could tell you that.
Peter ran out of web fluid a little way into the night, and with as many cronies out there as there turned out to be, it wasn’t safe for us to try to walk home. We had gotten a good amount of the tech back, though, so we were pretty proud of that.
So that leads us to here, stuck in the middle of Brooklyn, sleeping on Bucky Barnes’s couch.
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When you asked your agent to find you another job, this was not what you meant.
Spending a week in Beijing, China, dressing up and dining with rich people? Easy.
But spending it undercover playing the role of a wealthy investor's wife, uncovering hidden arms dealers, smuggling rings, and conversing with some of the world's deadliest people? Not so much.
At least the guy playing your husband was hot, right? Even if he is some grumpy military Captain that wishes you were never hired.
What could go wrong?
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Dear Mr. Fantasy by natdal
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies)
10 Apr 2022
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I followed him downstairs as baby Morgan slept with her head in the crook of my neck. I thought he would’ve been overly cautious with me walking down stairs with his baby in my arms.
“What color do you want?” he asked, grabbing a red popsicle for himself and hesitating before reaching for another. “Wait,” he said as he sorted through the bag and pulled one out without second guessing it, “blue.”
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a reader insert comfort fic for insomniacs
told from first-person pov